Warnings: Smut (semi-public sex, unprotexted sex, toys, a short bit of being tied up, edging, overstimulation, bath tub sex, soft smut to melt you), consensual workplace relations (now with extra added business trips!)
Wow. Guys. Thank you so much for your response on part one. Endless thanks to my darling Brooke for letting me write this for her, and for screaming with me and dying a little on the way because UNF. Happy Filthy Holidays, ya’ll.
Read part I here
“James…”
Her voice is low, and try as she might, she can’t quite keep a whine out of it. Their flight out is an overnight one, and they’re cosied up in their first class seats, almost hidden from the other passengers behind a privacy screen and the soft blankets courtesy of the exorbitant price the company has paid for their airfare. James just gives her a wicked grin, drags his fingers further up along her thighs and under her skirt.
“I’ve been waiting all day to do this, baby… Don’t tell me you haven’t been aching for it, too. I can feel it.”
Summary: Another blow to your confidence tips you over the edge when a guy ditches you. Bucky is determined to show you that you derserve so much better.
Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - oral sex, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names, language, alcohol use, negative self image, general filth
More of this story than I would like to admit is based on real experience, at least all the crappy stuff. Alcohol was involved while writing. I suck at spelling & grammar but correct things as I find them. Hope you enjoy the results of my shitty evening.
Well this felt really pathetic. If you started crying could this count as a temper tantrum not a breakdown? You didn't really get stood up or dumped. Your friends with benefits bailed on you... Again.
You weren't mad. He had given you good reasons. Granted you had no idea if they were true or not, but if they were they were reasons you would have cited too.
You were diaappointed though. You had pretty much given up on dating, it seemed the only guys who were ever interested were nut jobs or people you would have to be paid to touch, & you didn't do one night stands. They just didn't feel safe. So this had been your last chance to get laid for a few months. You had also passed up the chance to go to a Rangers game to meet up with your FWB.
You sat waiting for your to-go order running through the options in your head, quickly realizing your best option was once again your vibrator. You inwardly sighed as you threw down the rest of your gin & tonic way too fast. You realized you were actually sick of fucking yourself, the thought of another night with your own hand & even your favorite toy made you groan, & not in a good way.
The waiter dropped your bag next to you & you paid for your drink. You tipped an extra dollar since he was nice enough to ignore that you probably looked like you were about to cry when you had ordered it.
As you were pulling a couple ones out of your wallet a cute-ish seeming guy came in by himself. Clearly from out of town with a slight European accent. You figured what the hell? & said hi pulling out your flirty yet coy smile. He totally ignored you.
Well that was close enough to 3 strikes you're out. You tilted your glass as far back as you could, hoping for even the tiniest amount of gin, & grabbed you bag of food. You headed back to the tower with your tail tucked between your legs, pity tears pickling at your eyes, & your new lingerie you had bought just because feeling like it was an irritant on your skin.
At least it was windy. You could play off the stray tear as being caused by that or picking at your mascara. Your only stop was a drugstore where you grabbed a bottle of wine.
As you stepped into the elevator you opened the twist top on the glass bottle & let the first couple real tears fall. All your life you had never felt good enough, pretty enough. You were never anyone's first choice. Now you weren't even good enough to just screw & leave.
You didn't think you were asking a lot, you really didn't care if this ever became anything beyond sex. But for the first time in your life, at nearly 32, you were finally having good sex. The thought of going another 4 years, your longest dry spell, untouched made you want to throw yourself off the roof.
Thank God the elevator doors opened & pulled you from your own destructive thoughts. There was no one in the living room or the kitchen & it was basically silent, because of course it was. It was a Friday night & everyone had their own things to do. So you wandered into the kitchen grabbed a fork from the utensil drawer & the new pack of AA batteries from the junk drawer.
Sure you wanted a relationship, not necessarily with your FWB, but you were also very aware that beggers can't be choosers. You were a begger & you always had been, which is why you were where you were now. Horny, a little drunk, & on the verge of tears.
Sinking into the couch you displayed your sad little picnic on the coffee table in front of you. Burger & fries, screw top wine bottle already part way empty, & batteries that were now your date for the night. You collapsed forward onto your own thighs letting your arms wirelessly drape over so your knuckles brushed the floor & sighed in complete defeat before muttering a "just kill me" into your leggings.
"But what if I kinda like having you around?" A deep but light hearted voice answered you softly from the hallway. Clearly trying not to startle you. Ending his statement with a chuckle, seemingly to apologize for eavesdropping.
With a groan you lifted your upper body back up to a seated position before flopping back into back of the couch. Looking up at the man who had spoke you felt your heart lift slightly. You should have guessed Bucky would be there. He wssn't a big fan of going out on the weekends, there were too many people out.
He cautiously moved forward, not 100% sure if he was welcome or not. You noticed his hesitancy & moved a few inches to your right signalling it was fine to join you. To reinforce your comfort with him joining you you told him "sorry Buck, if I knew you were here I would have gotten you food, but you can have mine if you want. I'm not that hungry anymore. Just don't touch my wine."
You forced a small laugh past your lips & tried not to come off too sad. As he sat down next to you, Bucky wasn't buying it. He could see the pain in your eyes. He wanted you to tell him what was wrong. He wanted you to tell him everything.
He knew you had plans tonight with that guy, the one that he really didn't like, but now you were here with tears in your eyes. He wanted to punch him for putting that look on your face. You had told Bucky you had no intention of getting serious with this guy, that you were friends from forever ago, that it just made you feel good someone was actually interested in you that way. You said you were so sick of dating & heartbreak, you just wanted to have fun. Well you didn't look like you were having much fun, & it didn't look like you felt particularly good. That tore him up inside.
You curled your legs up underneath you & pulled the blanket off the back of the couch onto your shoulders. You tried to ignore the way Bucky kept glancing at you as he picked at the fries. Every couple minutes he would hold one out to you & you would accept it. Eventually you softened enough that you finally said with a little bit of a shaky breath "he bailed on me at the last minute, again."
All Bucky could do was nod in understanding & turn to look at you. You were still staring at your hands, tears sparkling at the corners of your eyes. Finally letting them fall as you spoke again.
"I'm now consistently getting blown off by my friend with benefits. I can't even keep a guy interested when the only thing I'm asking him for is sex. How pathetic is that? I'm not even good enough to just be a regular fuck buddy for someone I guess."
You choked back a small sob. It wasn't about that particular guy, it was about all of them. How they had all beaten you down & made you feel worthless.
You had confided in Bucky one night after a particularly terrible date how you hadn't even gone on a date until college. That you had spent so much time watching all the other girls in high school get asked on dates, go to dances, & fall in love. While you were left to wonder what was so wrong with you. It's a wonder you had managed to lose your virginity at 19. Especially considering only one other guy had even so much as kissed you before that.
You had spent all your life being the girl who felt passed over, so when the opportunity of having a friend with benefits opened up you jumped at it. Not that you were overly attracted to the guy, which in a sex only relationship was a good thing, but you felt desired & that felt great. It was also the best sex, & really the only good sex, you'd ever had. So you put up with all the little inequalities & things.
Bucky wanted to grab you & hold you. Tell you how much time he spent thinking about you. Wanting you. How you deserved so much more. How he wanted to spend the rest of his life trying to give that to you.
The straw the finally broke the camel's back was when you stood up to go to your room. The wine bottle now mostly empty but most of the food still untouched. You shrugged off the blanket as you got up & started to wiggle your shoulders & reach back behind you with Bucky watching on in confusion.
"You wanna know the really pathetic thing? If it weren't for the fact that he's the only guy who's ever made me cum I don't think I'd put up with it... Or spend the money. There's $75 I'm never gonna see again." You chuckled in absurdity as you pulled your bra out through your sleeve & let the metallic maroon lace dangle from your fingers.
You said goodnight & shuffled away to your room dragging the see through bra behind you, leaving Bucky a jumble of emotions. On one hand he genuinely cared for you. In truth he was head over heels for you, & he didn't want to leave you feeling so down on yourself. You were kind, & smart, & funny, & my god you were so sexy.
He was also furious that not only had all these other guys treated you so badly, apparently they couldn't even mange to please you either. You were overdo probably at least a couple thousand orgasms & Bucky would happily give his right arm to be the one to remedy that.
Between your admission that none of your worthless ex's could make you cum & pulling your bra off like some dirty magic trick Bucky was also now really turned on. He didn't want to seem like he was taking advantage of you, especially since he really wanted you to be his girl, but he wanted you so bad right now. He looked at the table trying to formulate what to do.
The batteries. You had probably meant to take them with you. He could bring them to you. Although if his plan didn't work & he had to listen to you play with yourself with that fucking toy tonight thru the wall he might just explode. His hand lingered over the packet, it was now or never.
Before he could second guess himself he snatched the packet & quickly walked down the hall to your door. Knocking on the door before his brain could register the sound of the shower from the other side. He cringed as he heard you sniffle fumbling toward the door, cursing as you tripped over something before opening it
"Sorry for interrupting. You... You forgot these." He extended his vibranium hand & you noticed the batteries. Truth be told you had forgotten about them completely. You had been wrapped up in thinking about the man that now stood in front of you. You adored Bucky, but you didn't want to jeopardize your friendship when you were sure he didn't feel the same way. Secretly you dreamed of him whisking you off your feet like your very own Prince Charming, but you wouldn't take the risk of losing him completely.
Now here you were, with your dream guy standing at your door. In your grungy sweatshirt, fancy new very tiny lace panties, & mascara tinted tears on your face. You moved back from the door & sat on the edge of your bed pulling your hands into your sleeves & staring at your fingers. You let the dark thoughts take over.
"Thanks you can just throw them on my nightstand. Umm.... Can I ask you a question Buck? As a guy... What's wrong with me? Why am I so unwantable? What makes me so unsexy? It's not even about him, I just..."
You finally broke. Dissolving into sobs completely forgetting the shower running. You held one hand to your face, trying to hide, & wrapped your other right around your waist.
Bucky's heart shattered & he scrambled into the room shutting the door behind him. Dropping to kneel in front of you, sliding your legs apart to slot himself between them without even thinking. He grabbed your hands away from your body & cradled your face in his hands. Quietly shushing you & kissing the tears away from your cheeks. Trying his best to soothe & calm you.
"Hey, hey, hey. Look at me sweetheart. There is not a god damn thing wrong with you, y/n. It's all those fucking guys that have something wrong with them. Okay? I wish I knew what to tell you to make you believe this, but you are so fucking sexy & incredible. Any guy that doesn't spend every moment of everyday wanting you is insane or stupid. I can't stand to hear you talk like this, watch you feel like this. I wish you could see what I see."
He pulled you flush to his chest & let you wrap your arms tight around his neck, fingernails digging into his shoulders. He let you heave & squeak out a few more sobs into his neck, complete with several hiccups & hurried anxious breaths. He rocked you side to side, gently kissed your head, & tried to hold back his own tears. His heart ached for you, to love you, & he had let you down by even letting you feel this way in the first place.
Your breathing slowly leveled out & your arms released their death grip. Bucky let you pull back from his chest & pressed his forehead to your's. Your eyes puffy & your cheeks red. He had to tell you how he loved you. He had to show you how amazing & beautiful you were. Hopefully you would let him. Even if it was only for the night, he was determined to make you feel like the goddess you were to him.
Your soft sniffles continued & your eyes were still closed, but the tears had now subsided. He let his hands slide from your waist to the outside of your thighs rubbing his thumbs up & down against your soft skin. He suddenly became aware that he was on his knees between your bare legs, a place he thought he would only dream of ever getting to be. He started to speak & he knew there was no stopping.
"Listen I know that you are in a bad frame of mind right now, & I need you to know that I would never take advantage of you. If you tell me to leave I will. Just say the word. But... I want you to know that I mean every word okay? You are the sexiest woman in the world & you drive me absolutely insane. You have no idea how bad I want you. All you have to do is smile at me & I turn to goo. You can be dressed up or in this ratty sweatshirt & all I want to do is take you to bed & worship you. When you pulled that trick with your bra out there, oh my god, I nearly passed out with how fast my blood left my brain."
That statement made you giggle. It was only then that you realized you were holding your breath. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. This couldn't be happening. It was too perfect. You let your hands rest on the back of his neck & play with his short chestnut brown hair. The muscles of your stomach clenched & your heart jumped when his fingertips pressed into your hips just below the thin waistband of your panties.
Your eyes had opened at some point during his confession & you were now staring deep into his gentle blue eyes. You bit your bottom lip as you gazed at him looking for any hint of hesitation or lies. You found none.
"It's not just physically either. I mean you are fucking gorgeous but God I love all of you so much, y/n. Your sense of humor, the way you think, the way you get along with everyone. I can't believe I'm actually telling you this, but I love you & I have loved you for so long. It has killed me watching you be with all those idiots. The fact that they made you feel this way, & didn't even put your pleasure first, makes me want to rip them limb from limb. You deserve so much better than them, you deserve so much better than me. You deserve the entire fucking universe at your feet. Right now I don't care if I'm making the biggest mistake ever & if you never want to even look at me after this, but please even just for the night, let me show you how much I love you & how incredible you are. Please just let me make love to you. Let me make you feel good. Let me try to give you what you deserve."
"Please y/n, just say something. You're killing me here." He pleaded, trying to steal his feelings. Now fearing the worst.
You moved your face just a little bit closer to his & began to pull his body into you. "Yes please Bucky. Make love to me."
Your mouths finally met in a soft but passionate kiss. His plump lips running over yours slowly caressing your skin. His tongue slow slid against your bottom lip asking to deepen the kiss, to let him in. You quickly obliged & he began to massage your tongue with his.
As you pulled apart you both panted out of breath. Pressing light kisses on each other & nuzzling your faces together it was your turn to confess.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that. I love you too Buck. I just thought there was no way you could love me."
He moved his hands to grip your ass & yanked you forward on the mattress. Groaning as he felt your bare ass cheeks separate by the delicate lace g-string. "I'm gonna spend all night showing you how much I love you, y/n. I'm gonna make you cum so many times you will forget anyone else exists."
He smashed his lips to yours & began clawing at the plush flesh of your hips. He pulled your sweatshirt over your head leaving you in just your panties. He dropped his gaze to look down at your body & inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of your warm body & your now apparent arousal for him. The sound of him making you nipples stiffen in anticipation.
Bucky began placing hungry open mouthed kisses up & down your neck & throat as you wrapped your legs around his waist making his hips start to grind against you. You could feel his large hard bulge through the rough material of his jeans & the feeling of it only spurred you on. Your hands scraping up his side's to pull his shirt off.
"You are so sexy Bucky." You marveled at his body as you ran your hands up & down his chest. He smiled & sweetly kissed your lips.
Moaning at his suggestion you looked at him through lust heavy eyelids, now blissfully unaware of your smudged makeup. You nodded enthusiastically & squeaked in surprise as he effortlessly hoisted you up off the mattress, his hands under your thighs & carried you into the bathroom that was now clouded with steam.
"You're sexier baby. Now, since you've already got the shower running, why don't we go clean up before we run out of hot water. Plus if we keep going like this I'm gonna rip these tiny fucking panties right off of you, & if I remember right you said they weren't cheap."
He gently lowered you to your feet. Taking his time as his hands caressed slowly up your body. He looked at you like you were a precious piece of art. Your mouth fell open & you stood speechless at the man before you who in a single moment in a single touch had nurtured your heart, your mind, & your body in a way no one ever had.
He softly pressed his lips to yours as he pulled your hair loose & brushed it back. He started making his way down your body. Pressing kiss after kiss to your skin that was now buzzing like a live wire.
First he kissed your neck & whispered in your ear how beautiful you were. Then your collarbone, the top of each breast & between them. He let his lips ghost over your nipples without providing direct stimulation. He chuckled as you whined in protest & tried to angle a nipple back towards his mouth.
He pressed his face to the center of your ribcage & gently scolded you, "not just yet babydoll. I wanna take my time with you." Once he had reached your hips he kissed the top of each hipbine before placed a kiss right onto your mound over your panties.
Hooking his thumb under each side strap he gazed up & you for permission to take them off. You let your hands thread through his hair & whispered "please Buck".
He gave you a lopsided slightly goofy grin & said "as incredibly sexy as these are doll, & I definitely want to see you in the whole set sometime, I think you will be fucking delicious with them off." With that he slowly slid them down your legs, pausing momentarily as the wet fabric separated from your slick pussy. A groan was pulled deep from somewhere in his chest as he got his first good view of your sex. You were soaked.
"So wet doll. Can't wait to taste you later. All this really for me?" He inhaled your sweet scent & had to fight the urge to devour you right then & there. He dropped your panties to the floor & you stepped out of them as he stood back up bringing his hand to pop the button & pull down the fly of his jeans.
You took his hands & moved them to your waist before taking over where he had left off. Sliding your hands inside the denim fabric at his sides & catching your thumb in the waistband of his boxer briefs you tilted your head up & whispered into his throat. "All for you Buck. Just for you."
Placing a wet sucking kiss on his Adam's apple as you pushed the fabric of both layers down his muscular frame. Feeling the resistance of his hard cock against the elastic band of his underwear, you dropped your head down to see him as he sprung free. You both gasped in unison, him at the delicious bit of friction & you at the magnificent sight of him bare before you.
Dragging your fingers across his low belly you let yourself run your hand along the underside of his thick cock before stroking him up & down several times. As if reading your mind he leaned down to whisper in your ear "All for you babydoll. All because of you." & placed a kiss on the sweet spot under your lobe.
Relishing each other's touch for a moment longer you stood on the balls of your feet & sunk into his kiss once more. As an anxious as you were for him to take you straight to bed you did want to wash the lingering stress from your body. So you reluctantly pulled apart & stepped into the shower under the warm water with Bucky's firm body pressed up behind you.
Between the heat of the water & the comfort of Bucky's arms around you, your muscles melted & you immediately felt even better. You grabbed your face wash & proceeded to scrub the remainder of ruined makeup for your eyes & cheeks.
Bucky's lips had yet to stop dragging along the skin of your neck, shoulders, & upper back. One flesh palm & one vibranium held tight against the curve of your soft stomach. If this was any other man you would cringe & move his hands away from your most insecure spot, but with Bucky it felt right. You extended your arms backwards to give his thighs a squeeze, telling him to soften his grasp momentarily so could reach to grab the body wash.
He gladly obliged & grabbed the bottle from your delicate fingers. He deftly flipped the cap & squirted a line of gel down the center of your torso. Your hands met & spread the slick substance over your frame in tandem. The heady scent of berries, patchouli, rose, & amber quickly enveloped you both adding to the eroticism.
His large hands groped & kneaded your breasts. For the first time his fingers began to toy with your nipples. Swirling the pads of his fingers around them before gently pinching them. The sweet sudden pressure caused your hips to buck back grinding your ass against him. His now leaking head making contact with your low back & his shaft sliding between your cheeks.
The touch of him so needy against you sparked a flame in your chest & you spun around in his arms to face him. You spent several more minutes running the fragrant suds over each other, seemingly trying to memorize the curves & planes of each other's bodies. Lips locked in heated contact.
It was you who reached the end of your rope first, pulling him under the stream to rinse you both as you began to beg him for more.
"Please James, I can't wait any longer. I need you to fuck me."
Between hearing you call him by his real name, & your desperate plea for him, his own resolve snapped. Quickly turning off the water & grabbing a towel to hurriedly dry you both. He picked you up once more, your legs wrapping around him & your dripping cunt pressed to his abdomen, & he carried you to your bed.
He laid you down on the soft blankets like you were a priceless piece of porcelain & gingerly lowered his large frame to rest on top of you. Your legs spreading open to slot his body flush against you.
He let his weight balance on his vibranium forearm & ran his flesh fingers over the curves of your right side. Cutting across the crease of your hip he stopped just short of where you body was screaming for his touch. He locked eyes with you one more time to confirm that you still wanted this. That you still wanted him. As if there was any stopping the cascade of need for each other that had been set in motion.
You brushed your thumb across his cheek & grinned with a single nod. With that his fingers finally slid past your mound & down to caress the supple wet lips of your pussy. Initially ghosting over them with a single digit, but on feeling how drenched you were Bucky moaned a breathy "fuck" & pressed 3 fingers firmly to your slit.
The pressure he finally made against your cunt caused your back to arch & your eyes to snap shut. You legs pulled back farther to grant your soldier even better access to your sex & your hips were starting to rut against his fingertips. Bucky couldn't help but smile, never in his wildest dreams had he ever thought you would react like this to his touch.
He gently slid his long middle finger inside you as he brought his thumb to dance along the edges of your clit. He wanted to memorize every noise you made, from the whimpers coming from your plush lips to the wet suctioning against his finger each time it plunged back into you.
Without any warning he added his index finger to action, feeling your tight hole stretch to accommodate his second finger had his own control hanging by a thread. His vibranium hand gripping onto the pillow beneath your head.
"Fuck so tight babydoll." He praised under his breath as he bit his lower lip trying to keep focused on the pleasure he was wringing from you.
He quickly added his ring finger to his assault. Dragging all 3 three fingers in & out of your fluttering heat as he let his thumb draw more direct circles on your now throbbing clit. He could tell you were quickly hurtling towards the point of no return as he added a flick upwards in his wrist.
You now gazed slack jawed back into his sparkling blue eyes that were entirely focused on seeing you fall apart beneath him. Eyes that belonged to the sweetest man you had ever met, who was now responsible for the filthiest noises falling from your lips. You couldn't help but plead for him not to stop as your body began shaking & squeezing his fingers even tighter. Letting the wave of your orgasm crash against you.
You let him coax you back down slowly, stroking your hair with his metal finger tips as his flesh ones began to still inside you. Placing small kisses on your lips as fingers slipped from your wet depths, teasing along your now swollen sensitive pussy feeling how your orgasm had left you dripping. The thought that he was responsible for your wrecked state made a pride flourish in his chest.
Making sure you were watching his movements, he pulled his fingers to his mouth & took his time licking your juices from each one. It may only be his first real taste of you, but he knew right then that he would never get enough.
The sight of Bucky savoring the taste of your cunt on his fingers was almost too much to take. You felt empty & the only thing that could possibly make you feel full was Bucky's cock. You slid your hand down his sculpted abdomen & trailed a finger around his swollen leaking head working to spred his pre-cum around his ridge before closing your hand around his thick shaft & starting to pump him.
The feeling of him made your mouth water & your walls clench in anticipation. His cock was perfectly veined & silky to the touch. So solid & thick your fingers barely touched when wrapped around him. He began to needily thrust up into your fist when you added a twist at the end of each stroke. When he started to whimper you released his shaft & started to roll his balls between your fingers.
He eventually pulled your hands away from his cock & pinned them to the bed beside your head. He pressed his forehead to yours in between slow deep kisses as he tried to gather his composure. Panting as he looked at you laid out under him.
"I wanted to take my time with you doll, make you cum over & over before I let myself fuck you. Make you see stars with my fingers & my tongue, god so many times with my tongue, before I let you have my cock. But, fuck, you & this pretty little pussy are driving me nuts here. Don't think I can wait any longer."
You wrapped your legs around his hips & pulled his pelvis down to yours, managing to angle your hips just right so the tip of his cock was slotted just inside your opening.
"Then don't wait Bucky. Fuck me." Your expression softened for a moment, from one of passion to one of love, & you added, "wanna be your girl Buck."
Without a moment's hesitation he plunged his cock all the way inside of you. Eliciting a moan from both of you. Bracing & holding himself in place while your body adjusted to the stretch of him. While he waited he cupped your cheek with his left palm, the coolness of the vibranium a sharp contrast from the rest of his body.
"I've dreampt of hearing you say that. My girl."
Bucky placed one last sweet kiss on your lips before he started slowly thrusting in & out of you. Each push & pull dragging deliciously against your walls allowing you to feel every milimeter he gave you. Slowing all the more as the top of his cock head slid against your g-spot.
"Oh god Buck, you're so big. So fucking deep! Fuck me harder baby!"
You were gripping onto his shoulders, burying your face into his scar where his metal arm connected to his body. Making a conscious effort to place extra licks & kisses along the mared skin to show him how much you loved even the spot he sometimes hated.
"Yeah? You want it harder doll? Here I wanted to be all soft & sweet with you the first time. Should have known you were really a dirty little girl. Let me hear you baby. Tell me how my princess wants me to fuck her tight little pussy."
He punctuated his statement with a bite your neck & started thrusting harder into you, but he purposely kept his pace slow to let you get your words out. Even though he wanted to plow you into next week.
"Soft & sweet later James, right now I want it hard & fast. Been teasing me all night. Turning me into your little slut. You know what you're doing to me. Fuck me hard."
Bucky moaned loudly into your neck the moment he heard you call yourself his little slut. It took every ounce of strength he had not to cum right there. You were an absolute minx & he was the luckiest son of a bitch alive.
"Well if you're my little slut then why am I doing all the work?" He quickly rolled so you were on top of him & before you could react he brought his right hand to slap your ass.
"Now be a good little slut & ride my cock. Take what you want baby. Make yourself cum & let me watch. There's my good girl."
Bucky had been so incredible to you already, even though you knew your night was no where near over, you wanted to give him a good show. You sat up nice & straight as you started to bounce on him. Letting your breasts jiggle up & down as the sound of you ass hitting his thighs richoted around the room.
You rolled your hips forward & backward as you rode his cock creating an extra friction on your clit. When that friction started to build & throb you let your head drop back & your eyes squeeze closed. Your hips thrust faster & shallower as you chased your orgasm.
Little squeaks & grunts coming from your lips as you fucked yourself on Bucky's cock. Your body was thrown over the cliff's edge as you felt his hips buck up from underneath you & your weight fell forward onto his chest as you shuttered & wailed.
He kept fucking you through your orgasm, thrusting into you from below. Each time his tip brushed your sweet spot a new firework burst behind your eyelids. Your mewls & whines pushing him right to his edge & he was chanting "so close baby."
As you started to come down you wanted to feel him even closer. Knowing his orgasm was just around the corner you wrapped your arms under his neck & pressed your lips to his ear as you whispered "Cum in my pussy James. Want you to fill me up."
Something snapped in Bucky's brain when you said that. Something animal took over & he threw you hard on your back before frantically rutting into you like his very life depended on it. His face was pressed into your neck & his teeth clenched when you heard him growl as he came.
Feeling his thick warm cum fill you spray by spray you sighed in pleasure & wiggled your hips to milk even more from him. Cooing in his ear about how good it felt being full of his cum, & it did.
He slowly leaned back & pulled himself from your body much to your reluctance. Watching as his cum began to trickle from you. He grabbed his shirt off the floor from were you had thrown it earlier & quickly wiped you down. It wasn't the best job but it was good enough for now. He wanted to hold you for a bit before either of you did anything else.
He dropped the shirt back to the side & pulled you tight to his chest. He knew what you said about being his girl, but his mind kept telling him maybe you just said it in the heat of the moment. So as you snuggled into his chest eyes closed with a content smile he began to open & close his mouth like a fish gasping for air.
From your comfy spot you said with a chuckle "I smell the gears starting to smoke Buck. Stop worrying. I meant it. I wanna be your girl. It took you long enough to ask."
You lifted your head up & kissed him. Staring into his eyes once more. Both full of passion & boyish charm. He couldn't help but a sheepish shrug & replied "well, I thought you deserve better than me."
Tilting his chin up slightly with your index finger you answered, "James Buchanan Barnes, there is no one better for me than you. I love you Bucky."
A genuine smile crossed Bucky's face & after so long the feeling of being honestly happy & in love felt brand new again. It was a feeling he could get used to.
Hhmmmmm…..Alpha!Bucky. 🥴 What’s he like during his rut?? Is he somewhat coherent or is he so far gone that his Omega is just along for the ride? What’s he like after his rut?
Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader
Warnings: Oral (fem receiving), smut, minors DNI.
A/N: Sinday drabble.
During a rut, Bucky becomes very possessive and protective of you. He won't let anyone near you--no one is allowed to do anything for you. You don't mind because Bucky makes sure you're cared for, he provides everything you need. He acts as if you're the one about to go into heat. His primal Alpha instincts ramping up, telling him to 'protect her, make her happy, give her what she needs.'
A few days before his rut starts, his natural scent, spiced orange, vanilla, and white tea, gets heady, more fragrant and it drives your fucking wild. He always smells incredible, but this is another level and all you want to do is bury your face in the curve of his neck and inhale him.
And Bucky is a goddamn tease.
He strolls past you, shirtless, a pair of light gray sweatpants, slung so low over hips you can see the thin bluish vein on his lower belly trailing down to his cock and he scents you. And then it's like he's everywhere at once. It's enough to make you scream.
Especially when he doesn't let you touch him.
Bucky. will. not. let. you. touch. him.
And he won't let you touch yourself, won't let you relieve the ache pounding in your clit, but he touches you all the time, his hands, large and warm and rough, slide around your hips as he pulls you to his firm, corded chest.
His lips slide over your skin like he owns you and fuck when he sucks a bruise right below your ear, you're so wet and throbbing so hard it feels like your heart is beating between your thighs, you would let this man do anything he wants to your body.
And you would thank him.
But that's all he does.
You want him so fucking bad, you're climbing the walls, thighs slick from the constant arousal, almost brainless from sheer, raw need. Your pussy clenching around nothing and it hurts to feel so empty. And his only response is a cocky smirk and his lips ghosting over your ear. "Aw Bunny, you want me to fuck your greedy little pussy don't you?" Yes yes, you do.
"You want me to stretch you out and fuck my knot so deep inside you that you feel me in your throat don't you?" He asks, pushing his hard cock into the small of your back, scenting along your throat. Before you can whimper out a single please Bucky, he's shoving his fingers in your mouth. "You're going to wait for my cock like a good little omega." The command in his voice has you shamelessly grinding on him even as you nod your reluctant assent.
Then his rut hits.
One second you're standing in the kitchen, searching through the fridge, the next you're upside, a large palm on your ass and his broad shoulder digging into your belly. The way he manhandles you treats you like you weigh absolutely is intoxicating.
You've been waiting for this and you have to bite on your fist to keep from shouting--yesyesyesyesletsgo.
His feral, breathy grunts pour out of him as he storms up the stairs to your bedroom. Bucky barely clears the landing when he smells you. He turns his head, his nose pressing into your hip, a soft growl escaping his lips and he drops to his knees with a dull thud.
"Bucky," you gasp, the hallway spinning as you're moved to the floor. It happens so fast, you don't have time to process that he's ripping your panties off, large rough hands sliding up your thighs until his tongue, wet and warm and long, flicks through your pussy and around your pulsing clit with such precision you stop breathing, mouth going slack, back arching off the ground.
"Ohmigod," you slur, twisting your hands in his messy, long hair. Fiery sensations bursting inside you with every deep wet kiss and suck and drag of his mouth and tongue. He calls your pussy greedy but he's devouring you like he's fucking starving. It's obscene the way he moans your name into your cunt and you get even wetter, your slick coating his face when his eyes glance up at you.
You feel him grin, his nose scrunching up at you. There's a calculated wickedness gleaming in his smokey grey eyes. His lips wrapping around your clit, two fingers sliding inside you as he curves his other hand under your ass. Ohgodohfuckohgod.
Bucky lifts you up, your legs dangling uselessly and he slams his fingers in and out, twisting and curling, dragging along your sensitive slick walls, dragging your bud into his warm, wet mouth. A high keen leaves your lips, your belly tensing as pleasure rushes through you, sultry heat winding up your spine, seeping into your limbs.
Bucky senses the very moment your orgasm barrels into you, releasing you as your pleasure peaks into pure bliss. Crawling over your body, he plants his hand beside your head and sweeps his lips over yours. Gripping his cock, he slides it through your glistening cunt, tapping your clit with his swollen head before teasing your entrance until you're begging him to fuck you.
Resting his forehead on yours, he gazes into your eyes, his lust-blown pupils piercing through you. "Need you so bad Bunny," he groans, his weight dropping on your body. "You gonna be a good little 'mega and let me inside your pretty pussy." It's not a question but you answer anyway, spreading your thighs even further.
You both watch his thick, veiny cock disappear inside you, inch by inch, his arms shaking as he controls himself, knowing he's so big that he has to let you adjust first. The burn coursing through as you're stretch tight around him as he rocks his hips until he's bottomed out.
But once you're ready for him, once you tell him to fuck you, once you rake your nails down his back until they're digging into his firm ass as you cry out, oh god he becomes feral. "You're mine Bunny," he grunts, his teeth gritted as the feel of your silky walls clamping around him strips away his crumbling control.
He's possessive, claiming you, marking you with his lips and teeth, grazing your throat. His hips snapping into yours, each powerful thrust sliding the both of you along the smooth floors until he has to reach out and brace his hand between the wall and your head. His pace increases until all you can hear is the vulgar wet sloshing of his cock pounding your pussy, your moans and gasps echoing throughout the house.
Part of you is worried the neighbors can hear you but when he changes his angle and hits your gspot so good your vision blurs, you don't give a fuck who hears you. Arching into his chest, you sob his name.
"Good girl," he groans in your ear. "That's it bunny, take care of your Alpha. Let me feel you cum all over me, there ya go." He keeps praising you, telling you how good you're making him feel even as he's making you see stars, splitting you in two so thoroughly all you can do is lay there and take it.
He doesn't stop after you cum again. By the time you catch your breath, he's carried you to the room, bending you over the bed, his hand around your throat as he fucks you from behind, guiding your head until you're staring at the mirror. "Wanna see your pretty face when you fall apart for me."
Then again in the shower with your back pressed to the wall, water streaming around you as he rails you until you can't even make coherent sounds.
The two of you lose track of time, only stopping to eat, and even then it's with you on his lap, warming his cock as he hand feeds you strawberries and kiwi.
By the time his rut breaks, you're splayed across a mess of sheets and pillows, his cum running down your thigh, he's taken every ounce of pleasure he could from your body and you did thank him. Over and over.
You're so sore that you can't move without feeling him inside you.
And Bucky--he's sated and happy with a drowsy smile permanently etched across his pink lips. The bond humming with love and happiness.
After his rut, he's so gentle and tender and relaxed. He's normally the one to handle aftercare but for once it's your turn to take care of him, praising him for being a good alpha, reminding him how good he is to you until his cheeks are pink and he's preening.
The day after the rut is your second favorite part. You'll start the morning sharing a bath, his body settled between your thighs, gently washing his hair with your favorite shampoo followed by breakfast on the deck, later you'll order take out while he chooses a movie, the night ending with him carrying your sleepy body up to bed.
And Bucky is counting down the days until your next heat. He has big plans for you and he's going to give you an experience you'll never forget.
The looks he gives you after you’ve just said yet another bratty thing 😵💫😵💫
Pairing: Demon Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2.5K
Warnings: Public Sex sort of . Read it and you'll get it. Demon Bucky is 6'5" and tired of your mouth, possessive Bucky, praise kink, hint of crying kink, spanking, degradation kink, oral (fem receiving), smut, choking, demon au/magical elements. No minors.
A/N: This was supposed to be a 500 word drabble for a challenge so whoops.
You love riling him up. Bucky is always sexy, but when he’s angry and on the verge of snapping, he’s irresistible. Like tonight. You’re standing outside of your favorite restaurant, the cool autumn air sweeping across your ankles, but you don’t feel the chill, not with his heated glare warming your skin.
Bucky bites back a sneer, the muscles in his jaw twitching, he wonders if you know how hard he’s fighting the urge to wrap his hands around your neck and make you apologize. On your knees. Those pretty eyes on him while he fucks your throat.
Your sassy little mouth looks better when it’s full of his cock, anyway.
Bucky knows that this is his fault, he’s let you get away with too much. Ever since he rescued you from the foolish cult that tried to sacrifice you to Andy, the word ‘no’ vanished from his vocabulary. Much like the two of you did seconds before, Barber could get his claws on you.
His jaw tightens, eyes flashing a vibrant black at the memory of his girl on the shoddy altar, the other demons reaching for you. He dispels the memory, clearing his head. No. You belong to him. And only him. Bucky would kill the devil himself to protect you.
Even if you’re a brat. One that’s currently skating on his very last nerve.
He blinks twice, remembering that he’s in public, his eyes fade back to your favorite shade of stormy blue.
How he lets you get away with so much, he’ll never understand. But you’re about to learn what happens when you push your demon too far.
Bucky tilts his head down, staring at you with one brow raised. “Stop it and we can still have a good night, little one. Cut the attitude, you know you’re just hungry.” His voice deepens to a near growl, “But first you’re going to apologize right now.”
Bucky is giving you a chance, a lifeline you really should accept, but neither of you are surprised when your mouth snaps open. “Or you’ll what?”
You glance around the crowded sidewalk, a cocky smirk flits across your face. He hides a smile, it’s cute how you think these frail humans could protect you from him. You step closer to him, your heels sliding between his combat boots and you grab his leather jacket, pulling him down to your face.
“You gonna show all these people your horns? Are you gonna spank me? Huh, Bucky?” Patting his bearded cheek, you ignore the flash of black consuming his blue eyes. “You’re not going to do a damn thing.”
His deep chuckle rumbles in his chest and you feel it vibrate on your skin. Your smirk slides off your face. He brushes his lips over yours, a soft chaste kiss. “Are you sure, little one?”
You study his face, a sliver of uncertainty slithering down your spine at his confident tone. No, he wouldn’t, it’s too risky, too many people around him. It’s why you waited until after you got out of the car to sass him.
Clearing your throat, you bolster up the courage to spit out. “You heard me, James.”
He cocks his head to the side, brows lifting to his hairline at the sound of his name on your pretty tongue. James is it? You know better.
Bucky places his large hands on your waist and pulls you even closer to his chest. “Dont say I didn’t warn you.”
You’re about to fire off another bratty retort when you feel it-him. His hands slide up under your skirt, dry warm rough palms moving up your legs. You glance down to see his hands firmly curved around your waist, but you feel his fingers massaging your inner thighs.
“What the fuck?” You mumble, mouth dropping open, forming an ‘O’, tilting your head back to stare up at him. “How?”
“You have no idea what I’m capable of doing to you, sweet girl.” His large hands-his other hands-spread your thighs apart, your heels pushing into his boots.
You glance around the street, the lights from the restaurant beaming down on you, casting a glow around your bodies, you see people eating through the floor-to-ceiling window next to you.
Bucky grabs your chin, turning your face back to his. He pulls your bottom lip down with the rough pad of his thumb. “But you’re about to learn,” he hums.
Something warm and wet slides across your pussy, swirling around your clit with precision. “Oh fuck,” you gasp, your nails dig into his wrist, the unexpected sparks of pleasure have you rocking back on your heels.
Another slow swipe, the sensation so familiar you instantly know it’s his tongue, the very one he’s dragging across his pink bottom lip as if he’s tasting you. But considering the way his eyes are smirking at you, maybe he is.
ohfuck
His tongue flickers over your clit, alternating between slow licks and soft pulls into what feels like his mouth. You bury your face in his chest, trying desperately to hold in the soft whimpers in your throat. Pressure building on itself, white-hot pleasure knotting tightly in your belly, his tongue viciously lashing through you.
Your hands grasp the front of his shirt, short huffs spilling from your lips. It feels amazing. The trepidation of knowing he’s tongue fucking you in the middle of a busy street enhances your high. Something firm and warm nudges your pussy.
Thick and large. Masculine and powerful. All him.
Images of him fucking you flash through your mind. And you feel all of it, all of him at once. His cock driving into your pussy, glistening with each stroke, your back arched off the bed. You on all fours, his hands pulling your hips back to meet his rough thrusts. You bent over the couch in his office, one leg pushed up so he can go even deeper.
Bucky has always dominated you, his control over your body makes you so wet your panties are constantly drenched and you crave him in ways you didn’t know was possible. But this? Oh, this is something you know you’re going to get addicted to.
Bucky smiles down at you, rubbing your back. His mouth skims the shell of your ear. “Should make you beg for it.”
He will, he has and right now you can’t take that.
“Please, please,” you cry out, your words muffled by his shirt, the sensations of him splitting you in two fading, you plead with him to fuck you, not caring how you sound because you want him inside you so bad it hurts, your pussy clenching around nothing. “I’ll be so good.”
“You will be after I ruin your pretty little cunt, let's see how long it takes to fuck the attitude out of you. ” he replies, holding you closer to his chest. His cock eases into your pulsating pussy inch by thick inch, so smooth and slow ensuring you feel every vein and ridge.
yesfuckyes
Your knees buckle from the stretch, a pleasurable burn you’ll never get used to coursing through you like flash fire, leaving trails of euphoria bliss in its wake.
sofuckinggood
You would have collapsed to the ground but his arms wrap around you, keeping you upright. Pleasure surges up your spine and through your vein, his thick swollen head striking your spot as he pulls out, before you can even feel empty, he’s back inside you, faster and deeper-his languid thrusts quickening.
Bucky rubs your lower back, his head lowered to the curve of your neck. To anyone walking past you, it looks like he’s comforting his weeping girlfriend. No one but you and Bucky knows that’s he’s ruthlessly fucking you in the middle of the street.
You wouldn’t give a fuck if they did, not if he keeps pounding into your pussy the way that he is. It’s incredible, so fucking good, you think, eyes squeezed shut as you cling to his shirt.
Bucky steps back, pushing down your hands. You wobble on your heels, pressing the back of your hand to your mouth. He casually looks at his watch. “Hmm, don’t want to be late. Let’s go sweet girl, we can finish our discussion inside.”
You shake your head, glancing back into the restaurant. The very crowded restaurant. “No Bucky,” you hiss softly, “We can’t-ah.”
The sharp sting of his hand vibrates across your ass, it takes a second for you to process the burning pain. He folds his arms across his chest, staring down at you. “Guess I need to fuck that word out of your vocabulary.” Especially since I can’t seem to say it to you, he thinks, keeping that knowledge to himself. Lilth, help him if you ever discovered that fact. Amusement laces his tone, his darkening eyes daring you to say something else.
Your protests crumble and wither on your tongue, the next smack sends you stumbling back into his arms. You feel his fingers on your ass, a brief caress, pushing into your tender skin before the next slap. rains down on you. Again and again. You’re even wetter, your velvety walls clamping down on his cock.
“So-sorry, fuck yes,” you moan shamelessly into his chest, almost incoherent from the pleasure and pain radiating through you.
“That’s what I thought.”
Bucky places his hand on your back, guiding you into the restaurant. You don’t even know how you made it to the table, your head spinning from his cock moving in tandem with each tortuous yet blissful step inside the building.
In and out of your pussy, deeper and faster, your legs trembling so much you don’t know how they’re supporting your weight. You’ve never been happier to see your reserved table. You collapse in the chair, and instantly the change in angles pulls him so deep inside your cunt that he’s in your belly.
“Ohfuckfuckfuckfuck,” you hoarsely gasp, keeping your voice low, keenly aware of the couples sitting around you.
“What a filthy mouth, you need to behave sweet girl. We’re in public,” he playfully chides, placing a kiss on your neck. Bucky pushes your chair in, his hands smoothing down your bare arms. When did he take your coat off? You can’t think with his cock hitting every nerve in your tight cunt.
You grasp the ends of the table, staring at the silverware in front of you. Your bottom lip caught between your teeth, willing your hips to stay still even as he fucks you harder.
The salacious sloshing of your cunt taking every inch drowned out by the clinking of glasses and conversations around you.
“Oh, she’s fine, real good in fact.” His smug tone drifts across the table. “Now we’ll have a bottle of your Domaine Leroy Richebourg Grand Cru-the 1949.” Bucky smiles charmingly at the waiter.
“Of course, sir. I’ll be right back.” The waiter gives you a curious glance before heading back to the kitchen.
Bucky takes your hands in his. “Look at me.” The command shoots through you, your eyes locking on his eyes without a thought. Rough, calloused fingers twist your nipple and your clit pulses in response. “You belong to me, your smile, your heart, your very soul is all mine. That pretty pussy wrapped around my cock is mine. I can fuck you whenever and whenever I want and your greedy little pussy will beg for me more.”
“Remember that the next time you want to mouth off to me.” His fingers trail down your chest, past your belly, to your clit.
You feel the heat of his skin on your aching clit as he rolls it between his rough wide fingers; it feels so amazing fuck you swear he’s really touching you.
Bucky is enjoying watching you fall apart, proud of your self-control. Fuck, if he knew this was how you were going to respond, he would have done this months ago. Bucky can’t wait for you to test him again, there’s so much more he’s going to show you.
This is enough for now.
His eyes soften, a smile flits across his handsome face. “Я бы разорвал небеса и ад по вкусу твоей сладкой киски.” I'd tear heaven and hell apart for a taste of your sweet pussy.
Tears prick your eyes after a deep thrust nearly knocks you out of your chair. He keeps his eyes on you, reaching out to catch the tear coasting down your cheek. “So pretty.”
You want to scream from how it good feels, it’s so hard to keep your mouth closed, your body trembling from your efforts. The waiter returns, setting two glasses down, pouring the expensive wine with a flourish that would have normally made you smile. Instead, you keep your eyes on Bucky, listening to him order for the both of you.
Once the waiter leaves again, Buck places his elbow on the table, his knuckles trailing down your face, over your nose.
“You’re going to make a mess on that fancy chair. Everyone’s going to know what a greedy little cockslut you are. My gorgeous slut.” he teases with an edge of possessiveness, his eyes caressing your face, encouraging you to rock your hips into his phantom touch.
“You’re so close, aren’t you, sweet girl,” he smiles, it’s a rhetorical question, he can always tell when you’re about to cum, his thumb sweeping over your jaw as he cups your head in his large hand. “Go on, I got you.”
His cock slams into you, the sounds of the restaurant dulling into an inaudible murmur. The world around you fades away until it’s only Bucky you see. And fuck you feel him all around you, licking and rolling your clit, his cock going so deep you feel him in your throat, his lips kissing your lips, sucking your moans, and sighs into his mouth. Sensation after sensation bursting inside you, the pressure snapping in two until you’re teetering on the edge of your orgasm.
“Cum for me.”
A wanton sob slips out of your mouth, sudden pressure-his hand around your throat clamping over your tender skin sends you over the edge. Your head drops to the table, your mouth going slack. You see stars, actual stars behind your eyes, the pleasure so intense you can’t breathe.
“See, I knew you could be a good girl. That’s my sweet girl.” Bucky praises you, coaxing you through your orgasm. His fingers push into your mouth, muffling your sobs. Gentle hands push you back up just as the waiter returns with your food.
You lean back on the chair, gasping for air, your pussy spasming, small aftershocks of your orgasm spiraling through you. The dull roar in your ear snaps and the noise of the restaurant resumes, your vision clearing.
The waiter cuts another look at you, slowly placing the plates in front of you, he scampers away after Bucky taps the table with his knuckles, his cold eyes searing through the husky man.
Bucky turns his attention back to you, his devious gaze warming your heated skin. Your racing heart pounds in your chest, your thighs clenching in anticipation.
“Now you’re going to sit there and warm my cock until we’re done with our meal.”
He takes a sip of his blood-red wine, setting the glass on the table, thoughtfully strumming his fingers on the linen tablecloth. “Maybe I’ll fuck your throat, make you gag in front of all these nice people.”
Bucky’s eyes brighten the longer he studies you, his broad shoulder lifts in a casual shrug. “Could do both.”
Oh fuck.
You lose your grip on your fork; the metal bouncing off the plate. Dropping your head back, the golden chandelier swaying over you, you cover your mouth, moaning softly under your breath as his enormous cock stretches your fluttering walls.
Bucky tilts your chin back down and he picks up your fork, a dark, wicked smirk on his face. “Now open wide.”
Comments and reblogs are appreciated! Totally got carried away with this one. I'll learn to drabble someday.
Oh, this...this...inspired something. Love and thank you for that! ❤️ So, this must be a wedding reception...but what happened before? 😏
Husband and Wife
Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Word Count: Almost 1.4k
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), possessive behavior, dirty talk, porn with feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), could be read as forced marriage (do not read if this idea upsets you!)
A/N: Happy Sinday! 🔥 Not beat read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by @its-just-may . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment if you feel inclined!
Your marriage to Bucky Barnes was always going to happen. As some would say, it was written in the stars. No one expected one of the Bratva's most powerful men to take a wife, but you were his perfect partner. And he refused to settle for less.
You foolishly thought you had the power to change your fate. There was fire in you… fierceness that surprised many. But Bucky's fight was stronger… and your fire was what he craved.
"There is no me without you, solnyshko."
His sun. His printsessa.
You didn't yield or bend for anyone else… except for him. He loved to take you apart, just to put you back together. And he didn't break you with cruelty or pain. He wore you down with touches and kisses the way a tender lover would.
You held out longer than most would have. That was one of the reasons he loved you. And he wouldn't admit to most that he wanted someone to come home to at the end of the day. Everyone feared the Winter Soldier, as many called him. But he didn't want your fear. He wanted your love.
He wanted all of you.
"You seem distracted," Bucky said as he took your hand.
You glanced at your hand in his as the limo pulled away. Your fate was sealed the moment he slipped the ring on your finger. He had one specially made for his metal hand. The ceremony was beautiful at least. He spared no expense. His best man and friend, Steve, look proud. He wanted it to be your dream come true.
You were surprised he didn't take you right on the altar the moment you said, "I do".
"Not distracted," you assured him, turning your head to gaze at him. "The wedding was beautiful."
His eyes softened at the sincerity in your tone, bringing your hand to his lips. "You are beautiful."
Your heartbeat sped up when the fondness in his eyes shifted to a look you saw often… lust. The longer he stared at you, the less visible the blue ring around his pupils became. It was a shade that reminded you of an ocean on a cool day. And you are always the cause of the storm.
"Bucky," you gasped when he suddenly hurled you into his lap. He was careful as he maneuvered you to straddle him, but you heard the deep contrasting growl as he shoved your dress up. You didn't have to push your hips down to know he was hard. All you had to do was breathe in his line of sight and he would be ready for you.
"Had to spend… all fucking day not being able to touch you," he said, gripping your hips when you tried to push yourself up. "Oh, no. Not getting away from me," he added, making you softly moan when he pulled you down. The sound wasn't supposed to slip out, but the smirk told you he heard it loud and clear. Especially when he did it again, making you grind down on his covered crotch.
He placed a hand on your thigh, making you shiver as it went higher. "Oh, printsessa. I know your pretty cunt needs to be filled by me."
"Bucky…" you gasped again as his fingertips brushed your mound.
"Because if you didn't want me to fuck you right away… you would have worn panties," he smirked more. You didn't bother to look embarrassed. He saw through you. "But you didn't. You wanted me to lift your dress just like this and take what's mine," he growled before he fastened his lips to yours.
You tasted obsession on his tongue, whimpering as you kissed him back. You willingly fed into his addiction. Every time. And why not? There were worse things in life than to have the attention of Bucky Barnes. So… you would indulge and sate the hunger in the beast that was your new husband.
But his desire for you will only grow.
Feeling the line of his hard cock against you had you soaked. When did his desperation become yours? "Making a mess on my pants. Think they'll smell your pussy on me when we walk in?" he asked as he pushed a finger into your wet, throbbing hole, his palm flush against you as felt along your sensitive walls. "So responsive. Always ready for me. I won't make you wait."
If there was one part of you that never feared this man, it was your greedy cunt. It was made for him, his tongue, fingers, and cock. He made sure of it by knowing your body better than you knew yourself. He would do the same with your heart.
"Then stop talking and fuck me."
You didn't miss the small squelch as he pulled his finger out, your hands fumbling to undo his trousers. He helped you pull his cock once his pants were unzipped, chuckling as you narrowed your eyes. "Take it, solnyshko. It's yours."
Gripping the base and lining up the blunt head, you debated sinking down inch by inch. But your fire was too strong. And maybe… you wanted to surprise him.
"Fuck!" he groaned when you slammed your hips down, his head falling back as he struggled to maintain his composure.
The stretch burned as you felt all of him. You didn't bother allowing yourself to adjust, lifting your hips to bring them down. If the Winter Soldier made you fall to pieces… you would bring him to his knees. But you knew him. He never stayed down for long.
Raising his head, he snapped his hips up. You didn't have a chance to recover as he did it again, pleasure running through your entire body. You had no idea if the driver could hear you through the partition, but you didn't care.
"Fuck! Harder, Bucky!" you half begged, half ordered.
"That's it. Say my name," he moaned, his grip firm as he helped move your hips. "Want that to be the only thing you remember when I make love to you tonight."
You could only hold on as he took you for a ride. You burned from his touch as a hand moved over again, finding that bundle of nerves. The coil twisted inside you. Too much, but not enough. Never enough.
“Everything I ever wanted. Never letting you go. Mine,” he groaned, kissing everywhere he could reach. His thumb played with your clit as he kept fucking you. You trembled as his cock slammed against your g-spot, determined to take you to new heights of pleasure. "All fucking mine."
This was a man who would burn the world down if you asked. And all he asked for in return was you.
"Make me come," you moaned, your orgasm so close to the surface as his cock kept thrusting deep into your willing channel.
"Come on my cock, printsessa. Come for your husband," he groaned breathlessly, his wedding band digging into your hip.
Fuck.
You felt boneless as you cried out, trembling from head to toe as your hole squeezed his cock. He hammered into you as you sobbed his name, seeing his hair fall into his eyes through the fog. He looked flushed, wrecked… the way he made you feel.
"Fuck, that's beautiful. Only the beginning," he promised as he chased his release. "Fuck, I love you."
Ecstasy moved along your body again. It wasn't bad to be loved by him. "Please. Come for your wife," you moaned, compelled to say it. His mouth fell open again before he swore, swearing as he flooded your insides. You gripped him through it, milking every drop. It felt so hot inside you.
It was a good kind of burn.
Both of you panted as you slumped against him, your heart pounding hard in your chest. Once you caught your breath, he gripped your chin and brought your lips to his. The feel of his tongue against yours was sensual, but no less possessive than before.
"We'll need to clean ourselves up before we go in," he said, giving you another soft kiss. "Except your cunt. I want me dripping out of you when we have our first dance as husband and wife."
Your Love is Like a Drug | Frank (Endings Beginnings) x Reader (Angst/Smut)
Category: Angst/Smut
(Suggested) Age: 18+
Trigger Warnings: None, other than some bad language words and a bit of substance use.
Content Warnings: Frank is warning enough tbh, unprotected sex, a visit from our friend Colonel Angus, blink and you'll miss it Dom/Sub vibes.
Summary: You know Frank is bad for you, but sometimes the worst things for you, feel the best.
Word Count: 3,178
Cross Posted: on both AO3 and Wattpad
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You sat at the bar, the loud music thumping through the crowded room.
A drink sat in front of you on the wooden surface untouched, crystalline droplets of condensation carving paths down the sides of the glass.
You felt nauseous.
Your entire body was alight with hyper focus, before you came you had popped a Xanax to calm your nerves. It hadn't helped. Your stomach was in knots.
Maybe he wouldn't show, and you could just relax and finally move on.
You scrubbed your face with both hands, regretting even coming to this place.
It was stuffy from all the bodies moving around, everything felt tight.
You knew you should leave. You should pay your tab and walk out the door. Nothing good ever came from seeing him. But he was like a drug you couldn't quit. Always chasing after the next fix, desperate for the high of being in his arms.
He could never give you what you really truly wanted. He wasn't the type to settle, to grow roots with someone.
No, Frank was anything but.
He was like the sickly-sweet taste of nicotine. He was the shot of adrenaline to the life you felt you were sleepwalking through. He made you feel alive.
No matter what, if he called, no matter how long it had been, when you'd hear his voice on the other line, you'd drop everything just to see him."Fucking pathetic," you muttered, finally taking a drink.
You loved him—deep down—you knew that's what it was, underneath the addiction.
You just didn't know how to quit him.
And you didn't want to.
Someone sat on the stool next to you and your entire body lit up. That first hint of his scent, like leather and spice, hit you and that feeling of longing in your chest sparked into a flame.
You turned and your eyes met his ocean blues. You leaned on your hand against the bar and took the sight of him in.
His hair was a bit longer than the last time you saw him, curling slightly at the ends. His face was covered in several days of scruff. You drew your bottom lip between your teeth as you watched his tongue dart out to wet his own.
You knew exactly what he could do with that slick muscle behind his teeth. Your body heated at the thought. You have the rest of him a brief glance. Ratty white t-shirt beneath a leather jacket, dark jeans covering his thighs.
You needed a hit. You yearned for a taste of your favorite drug.
"Hey," he finally spoke, and you let his voice wash over you.
"Hey," you responded, staring into his eyes, watching them flicker back and forth between yours. You didn't miss his inspection of your body. He didn't try to hide it.
You wondered idly if he felt the same desperation you did to mold yourself to his body. If he was imagining wrapping you in his arms and taking possession of your lips.
You wondered if the reason he always called you when he was in town was because maybe, just maybe, he was just as addicted as you were.
You convinced yourself that was true as he placed his large hand on your leg. The warmth from his touch shot through you, your muscles clenching and wetness pooling between your thighs.
"You gonna finish that?" He asked, nodding towards your drink.You had forgotten about it honestly.
"Be my guest," you murmured, and you watch the crinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiled softly. He leaned forward to take hold of the glass and you could feel his breath on your neck as he did.
You sucked in a small gasp as his hand on your leg tightened his grip. He leaned back, his intense eyes locking with yours as he lifted the glass to his lips.
You watched his Adam's apple bob with laser focus as he swallowed the amber liquid. You wanted to sink your teeth into the skin below his jaw. You wanted to claw the flesh on his back with your nails. You wanted to feel raw from the scraping of his stubble against your inner thighs.
Frank's eyes dilated as if he could read your thoughts, his nostrils flaring as he set the drink down in the bar. He reached into his back pocket, and pulled out his wallet, removing a few twenty-dollar bills and placing them on the bar.
You watched as he stood, your heart pounding. You found yourself struggling to take a full breath as he held out his hand to you.
He didn't have to ask. He never did. It was inevitable, the two of you coming together. Like two planets sucked into each other's orbit.
You placed your hand in his, the contact shooting a bolt of lust through your already overstimulated body. He pulled you from your seat and with a gentle tug lead you out of the building.
You followed him silently, your soul tethered to him more so than your hand latched onto his ever could be.
He led you to his car and opened the passenger side door. His hand grazed against the skin peeking out between the hem of your shirt and your jeans as you slid past him into the vehicle.
Your skin burned from his seemingly innocuous touch, spreading throughout your body as he shut the door firmly and walked around the back. Your eyes trailed after him in the rear view.
"I got our room," he spoke into the dim interior as he pulled away from the bar.
Our.
Your heart skipped painfully at his words, but you shoved the feeling down.
"You always do," you responded quietly.
Whenever he was in town, Frank would rent a room at a local hotel for you both to lock yourself inside. Always the same one – Room 813. You too had started to think of it at yours. The two of you, laying claim to the space you would come together in.
You sighed as he reached his hand over to stroke your jaw with his knuckles. His fingers gently swept a few stray hairs behind your ear before trailing a path of fire down your arm—finally coming to rest on your upper thigh.
You squeezed your legs together, attempting to release the ache, the emptiness you felt between them.
"Frank,” you rasped as his hand moved to your inner thigh. He didn't respond, keeping his eyes on the road.You balled your fists tightly against the seat, your eyes on him, watching as his jaw clenched.
When his fingers skimmed the seam at the apex of your thighs you sucked in a sharp breath. Frank's eyes darted to you and then back to the road, a smirk on his lips.
"Screw you," you snapped.
"I intend to," he quipped.
You moaned as he deftly unhooked the button on your jeans. He slid the zipper down, torturously slow. Your breathing grew ragged as he slid his fingers into your underwear, and you heard his sharp inhale when he found how soaked you were.
"Fuck," he muttered, stroking your folds. His expert fingers finding your clit, making you jerk against his touch.
"Hold still. I'm driving," he chided.
You moaned, forcing your hips to still as his fingers continued their assault on your pussy.
"Good girl," he praised. Your eyes rolled back as he slipped a finger inside you, rewarding your obedience.
He fucked you with one hand while the other held a white knuckled grip on the steering wheel.
You eyed the bulge between his legs and tentatively reached for it.He pulled his hand from your wet heat, causing a distressed whine to leave you.
He shot you a scolding look before licking his fingers clean."Not yet," he said, and you realized you have arrived at the hotel. You struggled to calm yourself as he shut off the engine. Before you could blink, he wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, pulling your head over the center console.
His lips crashed against us yours, and you gasped into his mouth, his tongue taking the opportunity to dive in. You both moved against each other in a familiar dance. It was like riding a bike, you never forgot how to kiss Frank.Your hands grasped the fabric of his shirt as your tongues and teeth clashed as the frenzied want flowing between you crested.
You pulled back when the need to breathe forced you too, but not far. You could feel the heat of his breath against your flushed face, you both stared at one another. Equally lost to each other's presence, the high filling you both to the brim with want.
Leaning in, Frank pressed a kiss to your forehead before pulling away completely, and you immediately felt the loss of his warmth like a living breathing thing. Your body physically ached to be pressed tightly against his.He moved swiftly around the car, opening your door and helping you out. His hand stayed firmly at the small of your back as you both followed a familiar path to Room 813.
The moment the key from his pocket granted you both access, you both crashed back together. Hands grasping, lips exploring, breaths mingling.You removed your shirt in a rush to feel his skin against yours, and he followed suit.
When you were both bare from the waist up, Frank pressed you against the door; the bare skin of your back hit the cold surface, cooling your heated skin.
Gooseflesh prickled your skin as his lips connected with tiny patch of flesh below your ear. You sighed against him as your breasts grazed his chest, your nipples pebbling.
Frank's hands gripped your hips, and he pressed his hardness against you. You moaned into the dim hotel room.
The only light came from the small gap in the curtains on the window. The light from the streetlamps illuminating small stretches of skin, casting Frank's features in shadow.
Frank grasped your thighs and lifted, wrapped your legs around his hips. His lips left trails of moisture down your neck and across your collar bone. He ground himself against where you both met, still separated by layers of clothing.
"I need you," you gasped as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, gently nibbling with his teeth.
"I know, baby," he breathed against your skin, giving the same attention to your other nipple, causing both hardened tips to throb.
"Frank," you pleaded as he ground his sheathed cock against you again.
He pulled off your nipple with an audible pop.
"Yea?"
"Take your pants off."
Even in the dimly lit room, his smile lit you up. He held you close before pulling you off the door and spun around, taking a few steps then dropping you onto the mattress of the king sized bed.
You bounced a bit, a laugh escaping you as he hopped on one foot removing his shoes. You scrambled to unbutton your pants and slide out of your jeans, but Frank stopped you when you began to remove your lace panties.
"No," he snapped. "Let me."
You blinked once at his tone and nodded in agreement. You watched, mouth watering, yearning desperately for his touch as he pulled his pants off and then removed his briefs.
His cock sprang forward, and your eyes widened as you took in the way it curved slightly.
Your eyes met his as you licked your lips, hands idly moving across your stomach. Frank settled himself over you, his hardness resting against your thigh. He pressed his lips against yours gently. His hands moved everywhere, trailing across your body—worshipping you. Setting you aflame from within.
He kissed a path down the center of your chest, his tongue dipping into your belly button as he moved past.
When he reached the apex of your thighs, you watched through the haze of lust coursing through you as he inhaled deeply. His eyes flashed and then he used his teeth to pull the lace waistband of your panties down, exposing your pussy to him.
His hands aided his teeth in removing the scrap of fabric. Then they gripped both thighs and spread them gently.
The first graze of his tongue against your core had you gasping; your hand gripped the hair at the top of his head.
He let out a groan as he tasted you, feasting like a man starved. Your sweetness the only meal that could sustain him.
You rocked your hips against him, and his tongue explores your folds, remapping familiar territory, send your head reeling back into mattress.
You could feel the pressure building, sure to burst at the seams. His gripped him tightly against you, his responding sounds only heightening the pleasure you felt.
His hands gripped your thighs like a vice."Let go baby. I want you to cum on my face," he murmured against your lips. The vibrations sending from his voice, sending you over the edge.
Your orgasm rocked through you, your hips thrashing against his face, your muscles ridged as you road out the waves of ecstasy.
When you finally found your breath and came down from the high, Frank kissed your thigh gently and moved back up your body.
His skin pressed against you, his weight familiar and welcome. He kissed your lips and you tasted yourself on his tongue.
"You sound so good when you cum," Frank whispered against your lips.He positioned his cock at your entrance, and you moaned, your pussy still sensitive from your orgasm.
Your eyes shut tight as he rubbed the tip of his cock against you, back and forth—back and forth. He lined himself up, making you suck in a breath in anticipation, then he stilled.
"Look at me," Frank commanded. Your eyes shot open locking with his.
He entered you in one solid thrust. You gasped at the fullness, and the feel of his cock filling you.
Lightning bolts of sensation shot through you, your skin tingling. Your pussy throbbed, clenching around his hardness. He let out a deep groan that vibrated through his chest into yours.
You wrapped your legs around him as he thrust against you. He set a brutal pace, but you welcomed it. Your eyes stayed trained on his, the intensity of his stare paralyzing you. Your nails left marks across his back that would still be there in the morning. He used his lips and teeth to leave marks across your chest, like little signatures.
He laid claim to you with his touch; he consumed you with his caress. He owned you with each thrust.
You placed both hands on either side of his face pulling him down to you, kissing him desperately, drinking him in, clinging to every sensation in the hopes that you could keep them with you in the days to come.
After he was gone.
You forced yourself to ignore the sharp pain in your chest; you tightened your grip on his face and rested your forehead against his. You felt his thrusts begin to stutter, his pace becoming erratic as he chased his own release.
You turned his head, nibbling on his ear lobe before whispering against his skin.
"Fill me up."
He let out a ragged gasp at your words, moaning your name, dropping his head against your neck as he spilled himself inside you.
You held him tightly as his movement slowed, his cock softening inside you.
You ran soothing hands across the raised lines on his back from your nails, and you relished the fact that he would have your marks on him.
After a moment, Frank gently pulled out, and you immediately felt empty. He rolled to his side keeping his skin pressed against yours.
The both of you stared at each other as your breathing began to even out. Heartbeats slowing, pounding gently in their separate cages.You felt like yours was bleeding out as you watched his eyes grow heavy. His hand on your waist, legs tangled with yours. His beautiful face slowly relaxed, and his eyelids fluttered as you stroked his chin.
"Get some sleep," you whispered, kissing him gently.Frank nodded and his arm tightened around you slightly before he drifted off.
You lie there, wrapped up in his arms in the darkness. Patches of light casting shapes and shadows across his skin.
He was like a drug you couldn't quit. Always chasing after the next fix, desperate for the high of being in his arms.
And now you were sinking in the after, the comedown from the high. And it made you feel sick.
You could feel the evidence of his release slowly leaking between your thighs, but you couldn't make yourself leave the comfort of his arms.You fought as hard as you could to stay conscious. You always did. Desperate to cling to every last moment. But sleep was a cruel mistress who pulled you into her embrace.
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You woke up in a daze. Your head pounded in your skull, your body sore in all the best places. You smiled faintly, remembering the reason for the ache, stretching your tight muscles. As your arms spread across the mattress your eyes shot open. Stomach dropping.
The hotel room was bright, the sun made its way over the horizon hours ago. The faint scent of cigarette smoke filled the air, and you felt your heart sink as you took in the empty space beside you.
You sat up in bed, the sheet pooling at your waist, your bare skin prickling in the cool morning air. You held back a sob when you didn't see Frank's clothes anywhere.
You scrubbed at your face, furious with yourself for expecting anything different than what you always got with him.
You pulled your knees to your chest and placed your forehead against them, sucking in a stuttering breath.
The door to the bathroom opening had you jumping out of your skin.
Frank stood in the doorway, toothbrush hanging from his mouth, his clothing rumpled from a night spent on the floor.
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty," he said, his voice muffled.
You felt your chest fill with warmth. He stayed. He was still there. You were having trouble believing it.
Frank smirked, "Come on lazy bones. Get showered, I'm hungry."
You smiled in spite of yourself. Your body filling once more with that familiar feeling, this time not the regular hit, but the heavy warm caress of that deeper emotion you worked hard to ignore.
You let that feeling unfurl as he smiled at you.
"You ok, Baby?"
"You'd stayed," you whispered, still shocked.
Frank had the decency to look guilty at your surprise.
"Yea. I did."
You smiled, holding back tears and leapt from the bed wrapping your naked limbs around him, peppering kissing across his face. He tasted like peppermint and whiskey, and you found in that moment it was your favorite.
Summary: You are working as a makeup artist on a small film where the lead actress rarely bothers to show up. So what happens when you are asked to be a stand in during a steamy scene?
Warnings: definitely 18+, language, smut, maybe a little fluff
Length: 3.5k
A/N: This is hands down the best thing my subconscious has ever created. I don’t normally dream of Sebastian like this but I’m soooo glad I did! I don’t own the gif. DO NOT POST TO ANY OTHER WEBSITE! Reblog and send comments please!
You were sitting in your makeup trailer with your feet up on a table eating your lunch and scrolling through your phone when your friend Liz, who also happened to be the first assistant director, walked in and sat down.
“We need you to be a stand in again,” she said.
“Again? How is that bitch a working actress? She’s a flake!”
“That bitch is stressing me out,” she said rolling her eyes.
You referred to the lead actress as “the bitch” because she was, in fact, a bitch. She was rude, inconsiderate, and barely showed up for work.
“They need to just hire a professional stand in for her. Stop making me do it.”
“Honestly, you are probably the best stand in for her. I was watching some footage they had edited together and I had no idea it was you in the scene until someone told me. Go to the hair trailer first. They already know what to do. I’ll come by and show you what the scene is in a little bit.”
“Yeah, okay.”
You were first asked to help out when the lead actress in the film couldn’t make it to set for whatever reason sometime during the first week of production. You had the same y/h/c, y/h/l hair and body type and it was actually hard to tell you apart when someone was looking from behind. You had said yes just to help the shoot move along. All you ever had to do was stand in the frame with your back to the camera while the lead actor said his lines to you. It wasn’t hard work. So you continued to say yes whenever they asked which had been 6 times in the last 3 weeks.
“This is a little more than just standing there Liz! A lot more!” you complained while taking the piece of gum Liz offered you. “They really can’t wait to get his coverage?”
“Pay attention to how she stands and where her hands are. That’s all you really need to know. Sebastian is going to take care of the rest.”
summary: Flirtationship has a different meaning with Bucky, and his patience doesn’t last long when it comes to you.
warnings: unprotected sex (18+), teasing, nudity, semi-public fingering, oral sex, fucking against a window, ass grabbing and a couple of spanks, some orgasm denial, swearing, alcohol use but the sex is all consensual
word count: 6.3k
a/n: This is some gratuitous smut that I wrote a while ago! It’s mostly proof-read. Feedback is always appreciated!!
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“If you squat any lower he might just have a heart attack.” Natasha’s quip comes from beside you and you fight the urge to face her. Don’t dare risk the chance of catching Bucky’s gaze from the corner of your eye.
As the weather shifted to summer, it wouldn’t be long before the glaring sun and burning heat became far too overwhelming. So when the sun shone bright with a cool breeze, the Compound gym was ignored with ease in favour of the spacious lawns.
Yoga mats are laid out as the sun rises closer to its peak, and you and Natasha are quick to move from stretches to simple exercises with resistance bands pulled taut around your thighs.
Summary: You and Bucky spend a day in domestic bliss (Like every other day :)
Author’s Note: This is for the @redhead-wine-and-literature-club Love in Bloom Challenge and day 25: Holly which means domestic bliss. My favorite! Love writing dad!bucky and just small moments of love! Hope you enjoy! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf
Warnings: Soft and sweet fluff and light fluffersmut and dirty talk (18+only please)
SPOILER FREE! NO spoilers here!!!
Thank you to @unearthlydust for this gorgeous gif :)
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“Doll, can you come here a minute please?” Bucky calls from the kitchen.
You poke your head around the wall. “What’s up Buck?”
You're the weirdest bitch for making that church smut. How are you 31 years old and this immature ? If you're lonely, just say that. But karma's more of a bitch than you. Make sure to share when you start suffering from your actions. Nothing goes unseen, hag. ❤
Oh my god, my first anon hate!!! Is it weird that this makes me feel fully part of the tumblr smut community?
Summary: Bucky wants to ask you eight simple words. “Will you go out with me on Friday?” He’s hoping you’ll say yes. But first he has to protect you from the creep in booth 7.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Language, mild/very brief harassment (not by Bucky), possible spoilers maybe but nothing revealed plotwise.
A/N: Requested by @lookiamtrying. Her prompt is in bold.
𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘥 by the wonderful @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog but any and 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯
𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 (𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵)
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Of all the things to be worried about, he never envisioned asking you out would be one of them. He’s overcome so much since he returned from the blip, progressed more than anyone expected. So why can’t he make himself go into this diner and ask you one simple question, eight words. The worst can happen is that you’ll say no and he’ll hide away in his apartment and binge on ice cream for a week.
Bucky wipes his right hand off on his black jeans. People flowing around him while he puts his glove back on. The steady thrum of the city-vendors shouting, cars honking, conversations mashed together- fading to a buzz as he concentrates on his plan. Go in, smile like a regular person, ask her out without being weird.
“Hi, Bucky,”
He looks up, recognizing Yuri’s voice floating down from his open window. Shielding his eyes from the afternoon sun, he finds his friend waving to him. “Hey”
“Good luck and don’t come back without her number,” he shouts loud enough that people gawk as they walk around him. Bucky tucks his cap down, a deep flush sweeping across his cheeks. “Or I’ll get it myself,” he threatens, shaking his small fist at Bucky.
“Alright, alright,” Bucky holds his hands up, “I’m going.”
Yuri nods in approval before slamming his window shut, Bucky chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “I need to make more friends,” he mutters to himself.
If all goes well, you might be more than a friend. He’s been out of practice for so long, he’s been relying on Yuri and some interesting google searches to learn how to talk to a woman from this era. Even his therapist gave him some tips, much to his horror.
Push comes to shove, he’s going to ask Sam. Please don’t let push come to shove.
He used to be good at this. He wants to be good at this again, for you. And for himself. He may not have all his former moves or the confidence of his 1940s self, but this Bucky, the one in the century, he’s going to do his best. His road to recovery progressing faster than he expected. A few more names crossed off his list each month, returning a few more calls from Sam each week.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Lazarus)
Note: Read more Bucky x Lazarus Reader fic’s in my Drunk Drabbles series under the titles Better When Wet and Winter Soldier.
Warnings: blood, powered reader, angst, death, smut
Tags: @hysteria87 @cake-writes @kiki5283 @xoxabs88xox @venusofthehardsells @some-kindofgnome
Jersey City, Pier 15
“So who is death to you,” Tony asked, with a scoff and a wobble of his head as his fingers drummed against the wooden table. “Did you exchange friendship bracelets or is it like an escape from Alcatraz thing?” Despite the attempt at humor when Tony ‘found’ you in the Colorado wilderness it was a serious question to ponder.
You’d wondered the same thing plenty of times, usually late at night when you were alone and the darkness would creep into your mind. Really it was a question of when was the last one going to be?
It wasn’t in Pittsburgh when you’d been strangled outside of a bar by a stranger.
It wasn’t in some washed up town in New Mexico after you’d tried to leave your strung-out boyfriend and he shot you point-blank.
It wasn’t a car accident. The train. The bus. The other train. The invasion in New York. The other car accident.
“How many times,” Tony had asked in the kitchen late one night when you couldn’t sleep.
A shrug of the shoulders and you’d waved it off, “I lost count years ago.”
If you didn’t die any of those times before you were pretty damn sure it wasn’t going to be now. Not when you lay on the dirty oil-stained pavement in a New Jersey harbor with Steve Rogers cradling your body and a five-inch tactical knife sticking out of your back.
𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Bucky’s tired of being reminded of the WS, being blamed for what happened before. He needs to get away with you by his side
𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: Bucky x Reader
𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1.6K
𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Smut, slight angst, semi-public sex (in an apple orchard)
𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯
𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 (𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵)
Based on the Give me a title game, title provided by @/mariahthelioness29
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“Get away from him,”
Silence settles heavily over the market.
You turn your head, your heart breaking when Bucky withdraws his arm, his hand clenching around the plum. His smiled fading away, he looks down, watching the juice drip between his fingers. The woman grabs her son, rushing down the grassy aisle, muttering loudly about the farmers’ market allowing monsters to be around normal people.
Bucky flinched at her words, a subtle movement only you notice. He turns back to the vendor, reaching into his pocket, grabbing a few rumbled bills, he gives them to the apologetic man.
You walk over to him, glaring at the staring crowd, and put your arms around him, resting your head on his back. “Ignore her, there’s more stuff on the other side anyway”
“I want to go”. He speaks quietly, his sigh barely audible to your ear pressed against his leather jacket. He tosses the bruised fruit into the small wastebasket.
Taking his metal hand , you lace your fingers between his and lead him out of the market.
When you reach the car, he stops. Looking over your shoulder, you see his gaze focused on the horizon behind you. “I want to go away”.
“Um, yeah we’re-“.
He shakes his head, carding his free hand through his short locks, bits of juice clinging to stands of his hair.
“I’m tired of this shit, of being reminded of him, and I want to go.”
His sapphire eyes drop to yours “Lets go”.
“What about-“ you gesture vaguely.
He brings your hand up between you, looking down at the contrast. “This redemption act is exhausting baby and I need to be me for a while”.
He has been trying so hard, between his therapy, working with Sam, taking down Hydra, he has been working so hard. You’ve been so proud of him, but you can’t deny how difficult everything has been, the way people gawk and whisper.
He deserves better, more from a world that passed him by, that moved on while he was trapped.
Summary: You and Bucky are on an undercover mission
Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club Bucky Barnes appreciation day and FATWS!Bucky. I got this great ask so I thought it would work perfectly for it. Hope you enjoy and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤
Warnings: jealous Bucky, dom!Bucky, dirty talk, cursing, oral sex (f rec), SMUT (18+ ONLY PLEASE!)
DO NOT CLICK ‘KEEP READING’ UNLESS YOU ARE 18+ YEARS OF AGE, thank you!
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