D carries so much shame for his nature; Alucard's patient heart could draw him from the fortress he'd built, with walls so strong he can no longer tear them down by his own hand.
A/N: Ok… @fckmebarnes inspired from this post First full Queer/Sapphic fic… I know someone also asked for a Bucky fisting fic… don’t worry I will get there for a M/F fic.. when the time is right for it.. but this version of Buck is so cool, I love her.. I wish I was this cool
You were already trembling, thighs slick and shaking, lying sprawled on your back with Bucky kneeling between your legs like she owned the space between them. Her soft tank top clung to her chest, sweat-dampened from the heat of the room, her dark hair falling slightly into her eyes as she looked down at you with that mix of hunger and patience that made your stomach flip. The scent of her; soap, sweat, leather, hung between you, wrapping around the sharp edge of your arousal. One warm hand rested low on your stomach, steady and possessive, holding you in place as though she could keep you tethered just by touch. The other, her metal hand was between your legs, working its way deeper with the slow, relentless precision she was known for.
“Relax for me, doll. Let me in,” she murmured, her thumb brushing against your skin. “That’s it. You’re taking me so well.”
Bucky three fingers moved inside you. Cold. Smooth. Unrelenting. The sensation was impossibly different, more intense, more invasive, the unyielding steel stretching you in a way her flesh never could, forcing your muscles to give inch by inch. Each subtle shift of her wrist sent cool ripples against your overheated walls, every drag of those perfect knuckles setting your nerves alight, each movement pulling a sharper gasp from your throat.
You whimpered, trying to shift, and she leaned closer. “I know, I know.. You can do this. I’ve got you.”
You could feel every line, every seam in the plates, every precise ridge and polished edge as they worked against you, mapping out every inch of your inner walls until you swore she was carving herself into your body. The weight of her hand, heavy and deliberate, pressed deeper, spreading you further than you thought possible, while the careful restraint of her strength, like a storm held at bay, it made you ache in a whole new way. The contrast of heat and chill blurred into dizzying sparks, your body clenching helplessly, desperate to take more, to hold onto her no matter how wide she forced you open.
She wasn't fucking you, not yet. She was working you. Opening you up again, like she had the past few nights, testing your limits with the kind of steady patience that made you ache in more ways than one. Like she enjoyed the slow stretch just as much as you did. The ache. The fullness. The way your body clenched around her and still begged for more without words. Her gaze stayed locked on your face and between your legs, taking in every reaction like it was the most important thing she’d ever seen.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” she whispered, her voice thick with pride. “Every little sound you make- fuck, I could listen forever. So sweet, every damn time,” she murmured, eyes fixed intently on where her fingers disappeared inside you, watching every twitch and shiver. “You say it’s too much, and then you start fuckin’ dripping when I touch you like this.”
You moaned, head tilting back, the sound raw and needy, hips twitching toward her hand before you could stop yourself. She didn’t let you move far. Her palm pressed firm against your belly, grounding you, holding you still, controlling the pace completely. Then she rotated her wrist just enough to make your vision spark, the cold metal pushing deeper as your breath caught in your throat.
“That’s it. Breathe through it. You’re takin’ it so beautifully.” Her voice was warm but commanding, threading straight through your chest.
You whimpered as she pulled out, her fingers glistening in the low lamplight, coated with your slick. Before you could blink, she brought them to your lips, her expression expectant.
“You know what to do.”
Your lips parted instantly. The warmed metal slid over your tongue, heavy and perfect. You sucked greedily, tasting yourself and moaning quietly as the faint tang spread across your palate. Her free hand came up to cradle your jaw, holding you there as her eyes darkened.
“That’s my brave girl,” she whispered, pride curling through each word. “You love this, don’t you?”
You nodded, whining around the digits.
“You wanna take more tonight?”
You pulled back from her fingers with a gasp. “Please, Bucky. Please- I want more.”
“Yeah?” Her voice dropped low, almost reverent. “Think you're ready for four?”
You nodded again, frantic.
She leaned over you, her breath warm on your face. “You ask so sweet. I’ll give it to you.”
She started again with just finger- this time slower, more deliberate, letting you feel every inch. One at a time, easing in until she had all three back inside you. It stretched, stung, but oh god it felt good, deep and wrong and so fucking right. She moved in slow circles, knuckles pressing, palm tight against your entrance. You squirmed and cried out, hips rolling against the pressure, the sheets twisting in your fists.
“Shh,” she cooed. “Almost there, gorgeous thing. You’re takin’ me so well.”
But then…then she withdrew.
You blinked, confused, until you saw her reach for the lube.
“Wha- Bucky- ”
“You’re almost ready, sweetheart,” she said gently. “I don’t wanna hurt you. Four fingers, sure- but that’s just the start. You can take more for me, can’t you? Gonna open you up until you’re filled with me. And this hand well, that’ll bruise your perfect pussy doing that that to it.”
You watched, panting, as she slicked up the other one- her flesh hand. The lube catching the lamplight as she worked it slowly over each finger, spreading it across her palm, twisting her wrist like she was testing how far she could go. Your mouth hung open at the implication, stomach clenching tight.
“Bucky,” you breathed, half-plea, half-wonder. The thought of her hand stretching you beyond four, of taking even more than you ever imagined, rushed through your mind. What it would mean to surrender to that, to let her push you open until you were remade around her. You swore you could already feel yourself start to leak at the thought.
Her smirk turned into a smile, sharp and soft all at once, the promise of more hidden in the curve of her lips.
“Go on,” she said, offering her metal fingers to your mouth. “You can suck on these while I stretch you again. Helps with the nerves, yeah?”
You nodded, dizzy, and took the metal fingers into your mouth. Cold now. Smooth. Heavy on your tongue. You moaned like it was a goddamn treat.
And between your legs, she slid her other hand back in, three fingers at first, letting you feel every deliberate push past your stretched entrance. The slick sounds between you grew louder, wetter, your body clenching and fluttering helplessly around her. She didn’t stop there- curling them once, then straightening, pushing all the way into her knuckles before she spread them wide inside you. The stretch made your entrance sting, resistance biting at first, but as minutes dragged on it gave way, easing, the ache transforming into a deep, dizzying fullness that made your breath catch and your thighs tremble.
"Play with your clit, honey. Show me how much you want it." Her tone was velvet over steel, and it left you shaking.
You reached down with a trembling hand, rubbing small, desperate circles over your clit while she fucked you slow and deep. Her metal fingers stayed in your mouth, the weight of them pressing against your tongue, the faint taste of lube mixing with the salt of your own arousal. She let you bite down when she started twisting her wrist, tiny rotations that pried you open further, easing the pressure in until your body rocked from the inside out. Your heels dug into the mattress, thighs twitching as every nerve screamed for more.
“Want it,” you gasped around her hand, the words muffled but desperate. “I wanna take it- all of it- I need it, Bucky." A whimper broke from your throat, half pain, half need, the resistance easing as your body adapted, wetness slipping down her wrist.
“That’s it,” she murmured, curling them again before fanning them out again, testing you, coaxing you wider. The burn dulled into a throb that made your thighs tremble. You’d thought this was already more than you could take, already overwhelming, but then she pressed closer, her breath hot at your ear.
“Three feels full, doesn’t it?” she whispered, dragging her metal thumb along your cheek. “But you can take more for me. You’re ready.”
You barely had time before she shifted, pressing a fourth finger against your slick rim. The stretch made your back bow, a gasp tearing free as your body clenched down instinctively around the intrusion. The burn flared, sharp, and then, slowly, relentlessly, her hand slid in deeper until all four fingers were seated tight inside you.
Your entrance throbbed around her, stinging, fluttering with the effort of holding her there. Every instinct screamed you were too full, too stretched, but beneath it ran a shivering pulse of heat, liquid and raw, your body betraying you as you leaked around her knuckles.
“That’s my brave girl,” she breathed, kissing the corner of your mouth as your fingers dug into the sheets. “Taking all four… opening up so pretty for me. Wanna feel me all the way inside?”
You nodded fast, moaning against the cool metal in your mouth, saliva slicking your lips. The hand on your clit moved faster, your own touch faltering as anticipation wound you tighter.
Her fingers spread again, slow and deliberate, the sting flaring at your entrance as she pushed them apart to their full span. You whimpered, half from the ache, half from the dizzying rush of fullness that came with it. The burn eased in pulses, your walls fluttering around the solid press of her knuckles as she held you open, and you could feel yourself trembling, adjusting as the new width settled deep inside.
“There we go,” she whispered, almost reverent. “Gonna make you mine now. Every inch, baby- no one else gets this.”
With your clit throbbing under your own touch, your mouth stretched around her metal fingers, she worked the four lubed fingers in deep, letting you feel every press and glide, every knuckle sliding over you as though she meant for you to memorize it. She paused just long enough for you to gasp before pushing deeper, her palm settling flush against you, the drag of cool metal almost unbearable in its precision.
Then, with deliberate control, she tucked her thumb in, her eyes holding yours as if daring you to look away. “Deep breaths, sweetheart,” she murmured, the words coming in low, steady beats that matched the rhythm of her hand, her thumb now tucked in. You tried, lungs shaky, chest heaving, your throat working around a cry, as she started to press in further, opening you up inch by careful inch.
You were lost in the feeling, drunk on the cool stretch and the molten ache blooming inside you. It was all pressure and bliss, the perfect collision of pain and pleasure, and you sucked harder on her fingers as if that could anchor you, your saliva dripping down your chin. She twisted her hand slowly, the plates of her knuckles brushing every sensitive place. Each grind inside you forced a new shiver, while your free hand rubbed desperate, sloppy circles over your clit, your thighs shaking with every twitch.
“That’s it- right there- open up for me. You’re taking it so beautifully. Let me in, baby.” Her voice rolled over you in waves, coaxing and commanding, guiding you through each small thrust forward. She shifted her weight, pinning one of your thighs down with her own so you couldn’t twist away, holding you open while her other hand kept your mouth full of her fingers. Her knuckles pressed deeper, stretching you to the edge of what you thought you could take, her breath hot over your face as she urged you through it.
Your lashes fluttered, jaw slackening around her fingers as every muscle in your body fought the urge to tense. “Breathe for me,” she coaxed, her tone low and unshakable. “That’s it. through your nose, gorgeous thing. Just like that. You can do it, sweetheart.” The words made you cling to her voice as if it was the only anchor you had in the haze of sensation.
“Urgh!”
Her knuckles finally breached fully, your back arched violently, the burn melting into a dizzying fullness until you could hardly tell where you ended and she began. Your entrance clenched tight around her wrist, squeezing helplessly, as though your body couldn’t decide if it wanted to hold her in or force her out. You could feel her hand settling inside you, palm rotating in slow, testing movements that made your breath catch and your thighs quake. The sensation of her fingers curling slightly into the shape of a fist had you whimpering, high and broken, your voice shaking as the pressure threatened to undo you. She smiled, leaning close, her words hot against your ear.
“Don’t you dare run from it. That’s my whole hand inside you, sweetheart. You feel that? Every inch of me. You’re takin’ it so well.”
You whimpered again, fighting the rush clawing at your core, struggling not to spill over just from the knowledge of how much of her you had inside you. Your lashes fluttered, lips sucking harder on her fingers as if it could distract you from the intensity, but it only made her groan low in her chest.
“My perfect girl,” she coaxed, voice thick with pride and hunger. “Breathe. Ride it out. You can take this a little longer- I know you can.”
Bucky filled you until the weight of her presence grounded you in a way nothing else could. Your body bowed under it, arching hard off the bed as you panted, biting down on her fingers to keep yourself tethered while she began to move that fist inside you. At first it was gentle- small, shallow thrusts that tested the limits, each one making you gasp as pressure shifted and spread through you. Then she drew back a little farther, almost pulling out before pushing back in with a slow, consuming glide that left you dizzy and empty-headed.
Every movement made your vision spark, every slow thrust coaxing another desperate whimper from your lips. The slick drag of her knuckles, the weight of her wrist, the way your body clenched helplessly each time she filled you again- it was possession, worship, and a promise all at once. You couldn’t think past it, couldn’t hold onto anything but her..
“That’s it, sweetheart. Nothin’ else in that pretty head now, is there? Just me- just what I’m givin’ you. You’re all mine, dumb on my fist.” Finally she pulled her fingers free of your mouth, smearing the mix of spit and arousal over your lips with a deliberate swipe.
“Tsk,” she murmured, amused and chastising at once, “gettin’ distracted on me? Thought I told you to focus.” Her tone was sharp but dripping with affection, the kind of reprimand that made your belly twist with want. Her metal arm slid down yours until it reached the hand that had stilled against your clit, her touch guiding with quiet authority.
Then, with a slow, relentless press, she pushed her fist higher inside you, until you could feel the swell deep under your abdomen. You gasped, eyes wide, as she caught your trembling hand and placed it there, over the firm bump. “Oh what that little bump?” she rasped. “That’s me inside you. That’s how deep I am in you right now.” Her breath ghosted over your skin as she shifted bending forward, voice dropping to a low growl. “Rub your hand over me, sweetheart- under your skin. Know exactly who’s filling you. Every squeeze, every throb- you’re wrapped around me. Mine.”
Her mouth lowered, soft open kisses pressed against your clit, the wet heat of her tongue teasing in gentle licks that made your whole body jolt. The contrast was unbearable- her fist stretching you impossibly wide inside while her lips and tongue tugged at your most sensitive spot. You arched, panting, your hand sliding off your stomach to fist tight in the sheets. The only sounds spilling from you were garbled moans and broken pants, too lost in the overload to form words.
She sucked softly, drawing your clit into her mouth, her tongue circling while her fist began to move again- small thrusts that stretched into longer, deeper drives. It was too much, her mouth and hand pulling you in every direction at once, pressure building fast, unstoppable. You whimpered, eyes rolling back, your body shuddering with the effort to keep hold.
Then she pulled her mouth away, your clit slick and swollen, her lips glistening as she looked up at you. “Look at you, baby,” she whispered, pride thick in her tone. Her metal fingers found your clit and began to rub in quick, steady circles as she pumped her fist inside you, twisting, filling, dragging your body higher and higher. “Come for me. Show me what it’s like when I own every inch of you.”
Your body broke with the demand. You arched off the bed, bucking into her fist, every muscle straining as the orgasm tore through you. Your vision blurred, the world narrowing to the overwhelming stretch inside you and the ruthless rub of her fingers outside. Bucky’s delighted smile hovered above you, radiant and hungry, as you thrashed helplessly under the intensity. The release was so violent, so consuming, you swore your body didn’t exist anymore, just waves of white-hot sensation crashing over and over while she worked you through it, coaxing every shudder, every scream, every desperate clutch of your body around her wrist until you were wrecked beneath her.
She cooed softly as your body convulsed with aftershocks, soothing you with murmurs of praise while her fist stayed buried deep. Slowly, carefully, she uncurled her hand, the shift making you whimper as fresh quivers raced through your overstimulated body. Inch by inch she drew herself out, her eyes locked on your swollen entrance as it twitched and fluttered with every breath you dragged in. She watched the way you clenched helplessly, your hole fluttering like your own gasping lungs.
She wiped her hand off on the hem of her tank top without hesitation, smearing the sheen of your release across the cotton. Then she crawled up over you, her presence surrounding you, gathering you against her chest while you tried to stitch yourself back together. Her fingers traced gentle circles on your skin, grounding you, while her metal thumb stroked over your cheek and lips with surprising tenderness. She pressed a line of soft kisses into your temple, whispering quiet reassurances until your trembling eased, holding you as though you were something precious she’d never let go of.
“God, look at you,” she murmured, her voice thick with pride. “So pretty like this… all dazed and panting for me. You gave me everything, sweetheart. You took it all.” Her lips brushed your hairline as she continued, “I’m so proud of you. My gorgeous thing. No one’s ever been this perfect for me.” She stroked her thumb across your cheek again, kissing the corner of your mouth softly before resting her forehead to yours. “Mine,” she whispered, gentler now, “always mine.”
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