#bucky drabble

[superbassbuck]

Needing bucky with hyperspermia to creampie omfg

i don't usually take requests, but this was pretty hot 🤭 18+ mdni, smut

the super-soldier serum had its perks when it came to sex. bucky never tired; he could hold you up and easily maneuver your body for his pleasure. but the last thing he ever expected to come with the serum—along with becoming a nuisance—was hyperspermia.

when he climaxed, it was a lot.

it was overwhelming, and frankly, very annoying to clean up.

bucky tried using condoms to avoid practically drowning you in his cum, but most of the time, they'd slip right off because of how quickly he'd pump the rubber full. so, he just gave up and decided he would try to pull out right before he came.

and each time he did, his rough hand would blur over his shaft as he pumped himself to climax, spilling his warm, thick seed all over your belly, shooting high enough to nearly hit your collarbone and chin—making you flinch.

"jesus," he'd rasp, catching his breath. "goddamnit. i did it again. god, look at you. you're covered in cum—i'm so sorry, baby. let me grab a towel and clean you up—"

"bucky," you'd chuckle, trying to sit up, but it only made his release dribble down your navel and onto the sides of your stomach. "it's fine—"

before you could finish, he'd quickly scramble off the bed, face red with embarrassment, to grab a clean towel.

this was the same routine every time you two had sex. and for once, you wanted him to come inside. you wanted to feel all of him, especially since you knew just how much bucky wanted to fill you up too; he was just holding himself back.

the next day, bucky had you pinned to the mattress, the poor bedframe creaking and groaning as he fucked you deep against the soft cushions.

"god, you feel so fucking good, baby," bucky moaned. "fuck."

he was close, you could feel it. he was pulsing, throbbing, and his movements were sloppy and uneven.

he drew his hips back just slightly, and you knew he was going to try and pull out.

but before he could, your legs—trembling and shaking—quickly wrapped around his hips, nudging him back against your pelvis as he slammed into you with one hard thrust.

"oh my god—!" he gasped, his body collapsing and enveloping yours as he lost his balance. "jesus—baby. what are you doing? you know i can't cum inside—it's too much. you won't be able to take it—"

"i can take it," you rasped. "i can take it, bucky! please, let me try taking it all. i want to try."

"shit," he grunted. "this—this is bad, baby. this is dangerous. i'd fill you up so deep, it'll be spilling out of you. i'll make a mess, sweetheart. i can't—fuck, i can't—"

but despite his words, his hips kept grinding sloppily and lazily against yours. it was growing impossible to pull out by the second. how could he? when your breathy moans were filling his ears deliciously, and your soft legs were wrapped tight around his waist, refusing to let him go?

so with one, final hard and deep thrust that made your head spin, he let himself spill inside you.

thick, hot ropes of cum shot deep inside, filling you completely to the brim as his body shook and trembled atop you. it was a lot, and it kept going and going, but even then, your legs refused to drop from around his waist. you told him you were going to take it, and you did.

you felt every pulse, every ridge, and every throb his cock had to give you as he filled you completely until your body couldn't hold it all and it started dripping out of you and onto the mattress.

bucky's face immediately burned hot with embarrassment. he didn't even want to see the damage he'd done to you—he felt it.

"jesus christ," he mumbled into your neck, his body shaking from the aftermath of his intense orgasm that couldn't seem to subside—no matter how much he came.

"i'm sorry. i tried to pull out, but your legs—fuck. they're just so soft, and you felt too good. but you said you could take it, right?"

[fandoms-writings]

Cuddle Fuck

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Word Count: 589

Summary: it's quite literally just porn, there's no plot, it's literally the title

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, p in v sex, fingering, bucky's a bit obsessed i guess lol

A/N: two updates within a week of each other??? who is she

Masterpost || Bucky Masterlist

Cuddling with you was one of the top five on Bucky's favorite things to do list. 

Snuggled under the blankets in the dark, with his arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly to him with your ass pressed into his crotch. He would wait for you to be settled and cozy before placing wet, lazy kisses along the line of your shoulder and covering the back of your neck, his hands smoothing over your skin mindlessly. 

One of his hands would splay across your chest, gripping, massaging, and pulling at your breasts while his other would spread over your stomach, pushing lower and squeezing your curves as his fingers wandered. He loved how soft you were, how malleable you were in his hands, your body molding perfectly to his. Your little hums and sighs of contentment were like music to his ears, his fingers playing the strings of your body, pulling the noises from you. 

Bucky hummed against the skin of your neck as his fingers travelled lower, tracing over your panties, only cupping your cunt when your own hands reached back, and your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging at his scalp. He would slip his fingers under the fabric, reaching down to find you already soaked for him, and a deep growl would rumble through his throat as he'd bury two fingers inside your warmth, your cunt sucking him in. 

Your hums and sighs would turn to light, breathy moans and gasps that only fueled the fire under his skin as one of your hands would slip behind you, scratching his waist and pulling him impossibly closer. His fingers never lasted long in your heat before he'd slip them out, grinning at your low whine before pulling himself free of his boxers, spreading your slick over him. 

He'd tug your underwear to the side, sliding his cock in, slow to stretch you open for him. Your leg would raise to make room for him, and he'd pull it open, resting it over his own as he watched you take him, the only light dusting your lashes coming from the city out the window. Your slack jaw and dazed gaze already looking up at him. 

Sex like this was never rushed between you. It was slow, lazy even, just the two of you being so caught up in the other that you needed to touch, and be touched. Neither of you usually spoke, not like other times when he praised you or told you how good you felt or tasted. None of that was needed for this. 

You'd keep your head turned towards his, kissing him when you could, gasping for breath when you needed, moaning into his mouth as you tugged again at his hair. 

Your orgasm would creep up slowly as he kept a slow rhythm, just savoring how warm you were, how you gripped his cock perfectly. But when your breath would hitch and your brows would pinch together, he'd drive himself just a little deeper and just a little harder to get you to break.

And the sounds you made when you came, the way your cunt gripped and pulsed around him, would pull his own orgasm front and center. He'd rut into you a few more times, gripping your thigh in his hand to keep you open for him as he buried himself to the hilt before stilling, his body shaking slightly with its drawn-out release. 

Yes, cuddling you was number two on Bucky's favorite things list.  But, cuddle-fucking? That was number one.

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[princessaxoo]

18+ Bucky loves having you ride his face

Bucky lays flat against his headboard, his voice low and commanding. “Ride my face, baby.” Without hesitation, you lower yourself down, your knees folding up beside his ears. The instant your dripping wet cunt touches his mouth, he releases a deep, animalistic groan. “Fuck babygirl..”

His cold metal hand grips your hip firmly, the other hand clutching your ass, his fingers digging in deep enough to leave bruises that will surely show tomorrow. He yanks you down with such force it almost suffocates him, yet he can’t get enough of you, His tongue glides through your wet folds, desperately exploring every inch. 

As you begin to roll your hips, his nose pressed firmly against your clit sends waves of heightend sensation through you. Glancing down, you see your slickness glistening on his nose and stubble. He gently nips and sucks on your clit, drawing a deep, breathy moan from you. A mix of pleasure and pain. 

Your nipples tighten as you feel bucky’s hips twitch upward, stroking himself rhythmically while his mouth continues its fervent worship. A thin trail of precum glistens at the tip of his cock, trickling slowly down his hand. 

You try to ease your hips away, hoping to give him a breath, but the instant you shift even the slightest bit, his grip tightens possessivley around your waist. “Don’t you dare fucking lift this pretty pussy,” Bucky growls, his voice thick and muffled. You feel the heat of his breath, as your slickness drips from his lips. 

Grabbing a tighter hold of his hair and began to roll your hips faster, no longer hesitating to let him breathe. “Bucky…” you practically screamed as he buries himself deeper into your cunt, the sounds of his nose nuzzling against your slit blending with the sloppy rhythm of sucking and licking. 

He chokes back a moan, overwhelmed, as he comes while he fucks his hand and devouring you. Thick ropes of cum splatter across his stomach and chest. The vibration of his groans sends you spiraling over the edge. 

Your cries fill the room, heavy with the scent of your shared arousal and sex. A dark chuckle rumbles in his chest, breath still uneven as his hands tighten at your waist. “I’m not done with you yet,” he murmurs, voice rough and a wicked glint in his eyes. 

[buckyseternaldoll]

needy baby

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky has been needy for days, and seeing you stepped out of the shower—fresh and glowing—makes him beg for more

Disclaimer: 18+ (mdni!), suggestive content, begging kink, clothed arousal (m), dom/sub dynamics (f dom lean), post-shower teasing, heavy sexual tension, desperate emotional tone, implied smut

Word Count: 643

Author's Note: It's been way too long since my last post, and i’m currently dying with a high fever + feeling all kinds of weak and anemic from heavy period loss 🫩 but the Bucky thoughts were filling my head continuously and I legit can’t even word them properly at the moment 😵‍💫 please forgive any mistakes, I'm heavily medicated and floating through dimensions ✨

You barely made it three steps out of the bathroom before he was on you.

Still towel-drying your hair, fresh from the warm shower, you caught him standing there just past the doorway—like he’d been waiting.

Bare chest rising with shallow breaths. Stubble unshaven. Eyes completely blown.

And that tent in his briefs? So shamelessly hard it nearly made you laugh.

“Jesus,” you muttered under your breath, grinning as you ran the towel from your hair down to your damp neck. “You okay, James?”

He didn’t answer. Just stared—like a man starving.

Then he stepped forward. Slow. Measured. Like he didn’t trust himself to move too fast.

You tilted your head, playful. “You’ve been like this all morning…”

His voice cracked before it even came out. “I can’t help it, baby.”

His hands slid to your waist. Warm and cold at the same time, firm, trembling a little. He leaned in, buried his face into the crook of your neck, and inhaled deep—like he was trying to breathe you in.

“Fuck,” he murmured, voice muffled against your skin. “You smell so good. You always do.”

You let the towel fall from your hand, forgotten. It hit the floor with a soft thud.

“Please,” he said, lips brushing damp skin as his grip on you tightened. “Please let me have you.”

You bit your lip, heart thudding, leaning just slightly into him. Just enough to tempt. Not enough to give in.

“You’re really begging?” you teased softly.

His vibranium fingers flexed on your hips. His cock twitched where it pressed against your belly—straining and hot behind thin briefs.

“I’ve been begging for days,” he groaned. “You know that.”

You lifted a hand, cradled his jaw, gently guiding his face to yours. His pupils were blown wide. Cheeks flushed. His expression wrecked with need.

“I love when you’re like this,” you whispered, dragging your thumb over his stubble-rough cheek. “So needy for me.”

His grip on you grew tighter. “I am needy for you. Fuck, you don’t even know—”

He swallowed, voice lowering again, nearly trembling.

“I wake up hard every goddamn morning just thinking about you,” he rasped. “You walk around this house in those little shorts, teasing me without even trying. And now you—”

His eyes dragged down your body, to where the towel hung loosely across your chest—barely clinging, already slipping—droplets sliding slowly down your collarbone.

“—you come out of the shower looking like this?”

You didn’t move. Didn’t blink. You just watched him unravel.

“I wanna be inside you so bad,” he said, desperate and quiet, his hands traveling slowly from your waist to your hips. “I miss the way you moan. The way your pussy clenches around me. The way you say my name when I’m deep inside, like I’m the only thing you need.”

Your breath caught.

God, he was coming undone.

“I’ll be good,” he promised, resting his forehead against yours. “I’ll go slow. I’ll take care of you. Just—please, baby. I need to fuck you. I need it.”

Your fingers slid through his hair, pulling him close enough to feel your breath ghost across his lips. “Need to?” you murmured.

“Yes,” he breathed, mouth grazing yours. His hands trembled on your waist. “I need it. I need you.”

You moved one hand behind your back and tugged at the towel. It slipped down your sides and pooled at your feet.

Bucky’s jaw clenched as his gaze dropped. He sucked in a harsh breath, eyes devouring the sight of your bare skin. He let out the softest, broken sound—somewhere between a gasp and a whimper.

And then—finally—you slid your arms around his neck.

“Take me to bed, Bucky.”

He didn’t speak. Didn’t waste a second.

He just lifted you in one smooth, urgent motion—holding you against him like you were everything. Like he’d fall apart if he didn’t.

[luckiibarnes]

The Russian Soldier

bucky barnes who babbles russian when he’s about to cum, and he barely recognizes that he’s doing it. that’s it. that’s the headcannon💘.

“oh, fuck, doll, she’s squeezin’ the life outta’ me.” he grunts, his brooklyn accent thick as his words slur. you’re a mess. he’s made you cum 4, maybe 5 times tonight. maybe more. you really have no clue.

you can do nothing by moan and take it. you’re an overstimulated mess below him and he knows it. he hasn’t came at all tonight. but he’s about to. he groans as he feels the coil in his stomach tighten. and that’s when it happens.

“moy angel, ona tak khorosho ko mne otnositsya.” (my angel, she’s taking me so well). he grunts. you have little to no clue what he saying. but he’s so sexy when he says it, you clench around him and he groans as he ruts deeper into you.

”vyzhimayesh' iz menya vsyu zhizn', kukolka. oshchushcheniye potryasayushcheye.” (squeezing the life out of me, doll. feels amazing.) he rumbles. he’s not even doing this to get you off. he barely even recognizes the fact that he’s tumbling out russian. you clench again as your head lolls back and he knows he won’t make it much longer.

“posmotri na nas. posmotri, kak ty dobr ko mne, poka ya konchayu.” (look at us. look at how good you are for me while i cum). he grunts. he doesn’t understand why you don’t look. that you don’t know what he’s saying. he simply figures it’s because your so overstimulated, not because he’s speaking a different language.

he grabs the back of your head with enough force that your eyes jolt to where his cock had been ramming you deep into your shared bed. you moan at the sight. bucky groans, hand in your hair as he cums inside of you. you watch, transfixed as his seed glides along your folds.

you pant as your head falls back and be lays down on top of you, suffocating you with his weight that you welcome.

“perfect, gorgeous. that’s all you are for me.” he breathlessly smiled. you figured you’d tell him about his little habit later. how he can only babble russian when he’s balls deep inside of you and about to cum.

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thank you for reading, lovelies. reqs open and appreciated💘. this is not proofread, i literally typed it up within 10 minutes so excuse my poor grammar.

[bartxnhood]

ANY VARIATION OF READER X THUNDERBOLTS BUCKY AND THE TEAM BEING TF U HAVE A GF THANK YOU AND ILY

girlfriend? | bucky barnes

| thunderbolts!bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: john walker and minor thunderbolts spoilers!!!!!

a/n: YAY!!! IM SO EXCITED TO WRITE FOR BUCKY AND MARVEL AGAIN!!! i also decided that this would probably take place after the events of the movie, and i took inspiration from clint hiding his family but, with reader! so, i hope i did your vision justice!!

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the smoke was dense and thick, making it almost impossible to see within five feet. the smell of sulfur and concrete filled the nostrils of the ‘new avengers’.

new york has seen yet another attack, this time by another outer space alien thingy that bucky couldn’t remember.

there’s a dreadful silence between the group, all stuck in their own minds, trying to figure out just what went wrong. how they got defeated so quickly.

he stood with his hands on his hips, trying to regain his breath after being slammed into a plethora of floors from one of the skyscrapers.

ava hunched over holding her midsection while also trying to catch her breath. yelena, leaning against a fallen slab of a building while clenching her arm. walker, somewhere else, blowing off steam as his shield was snapped in half, and alexei going on some sort of rant.

“it’s fine, this is fine” the broody older man speaks, his thick accent grating against buckys ears. “everybody get up!” the red guardian claps, trying to pump up the group. “we are the thunderbolts!!!”

yelena rolls her eyes, keeping a hand pressed on her arm, “dad, stop”. she looks at the man with sharp eyes. they say optimism is good to have on a team, but alexei had too much. it often got annoying.

turning a corner, walker, stuffing something in his suit pocket, looks to the others. “we’ve been compromised.”

ava stands, crossing her arms. “what?” she looks between bucky and yelena, who have the same look on their face. it isn’t dread, it isn’t worry, it’s something much worse.

alexei mutters some swear words in russian under his breath. and for a moment, no one knows what to do. they aren’t a team, they have no backup, and bucky knows that sam won’t help him.

yet again, he’s alone.

“well, what now?” ava asks, her attention trained on the white widow. “ah!” alexei holds up his fingers, then snaps, carrying a proud look on his face. “a safe house!”

everyone pauses, stealing glances at each other with a blank expression. clearly growing tired of the red guardians persona. “oh, you’ve got to be kidding me..” ava exasperates, before taking a few steps away from the group.

bucky contemplates for a moment, hes staring off at the gray rubble beneath his black boots. he only had a handful of options, one of those being sam. as he was not on the best terms with sam, he figured his last option would suffice. you.

“i know a place.”

the sun was just rising, its misty rays barely peeking through the thick fog. the air was cool and damp, the ground beneath covered with an early morning dew. a cabin tucked away amidst the trees stood silent and still, as if waiting to welcome the day.

the trees surrounding the cabin were barely visible through the dense fog, their leaves shimmering with dewdrops like tiny jewels on their green surfaces. the air was silent, save for the soft sound of the nearby river.

stepping off the quinjet, bucky stopped at the edge of the ramp, looking at his home he shared with you. he felt happy to be back home, but a part of him dreaded the following events.

bucky knew he was risking everything by bringing the others to his home, to you. someone who bucky made sure to keep hidden from everyone. he didn’t do it because he was ashamed or didn’t love you, but he did it because he loved you so much. it was better to keep you off file and off record, for your safety.

if anything happened to you, bucky would’ve surely lost his mind.

“why the hell are we at a cabin, bucky?” walker quips, following the other super soldier. “we can’t go on vacation now.”

“shut up, walker,” bucky snaps, shooting a glaring look over his shoulder as he waits for the rest of the others to fall in behind him. “what are we doing here? we clearly need a safe house,” yelena chimes in, ava and alexei adding something under their breaths.

bucky can already feel himself getting agitated with the anti-heroes. it’s hard enough working with people that collectively cannot get along, it was doomed from the veining. “it’s safe, just trust me.”

crossing the threshold of the dark oak cabin, the scent of fresh laundry mixed with mahogany, vanilla, and cashmere filled his nostrils, and in an instant, the tension in his shoulders dropped.

home. the living room was cleaned, and a few blankets on the leather sofa. you must've napped. a few records scattered around the record table, one still on the turntable, but the record had stopped playing long ago.

“baby? i’m home!” he calls out, not seeing any sign of your presence as he steps into the living room. it’s quiet, almost too quiet. bucky steps further in. “baby doll?”

the team steps in hesitantly, their hands hovering over whatever they have to defend themselves with. sharing puzzled glances with each other as bucky calls out to you.

you emerge from the stairway with a laundry basket on your hip. a quiet gasp gets caught in your throat as your eyes look past your boyfriend and see his co-workers. “what the..” you mutter, your eyes finally landing on bucky. “bucky?”

“we had nowhere else to go,” he explains, the wear and tear of fighting visible on his body. his eyes hold even more exhaustion than he let on.

you drop the laundry basket on the sofa and approach him, he hopes his arms and pulls you in, pressing a kiss on the top of your head.

yelena interrupts, “Im sorry..” the blonde holds out her hands, nose crunching with confusion. “what the hell is happening here?”

“yeah..what the hell is this?” walker stands behind yelena, his arms crossed now.

“guys, meet my girlfriend, y/n,” he introduced, holding you by his side. his thumb rubbing up and down your shoulders.

“hi..” you smile, holding up your hand to wave awkwardly. your freehand wrapping around buckys midsection.

the team is left speechless, all mouths are open, but no words are formed.

“girlfriend?!” yelena is flabbergasted, her eyes almost popping out of her head.

“oh! this is wonderful!! alexei is pushing past the other three, walking towards you with a big, dopey smile. “young love!” he cheered, clapping loudly.

you laugh awkwardly, again, because what do you do when the avengers are standing in your house?

“buck?” you look up at him, he had a less than amused look on his face.

“we just need some place to lay low, get patched up. i didn’t know what else to do.”

“ah, okay,” you pat his chest playfully, an amused laugh coming from you. “i can help with that.”

“girlfriend…” walker whispers as you begin leading the group downstairs to a makeshift med bay.

“shut it, walker!” buckys voice booms from a few feet ahead.

[castielscaplan]

Right Under You

Summary: Bucky cuddles you with the weight of all his love and affection for you

Warnings: beefy bucky, cuddly bucky, fluff

WC: 515

ao3 // tag list

The apartment is quiet in the way that only exists late at night—no traffic, no phones buzzing, just the faint hum of the heater from the corner of hte room and the glow of the TV you’re not really watching.

Bucky is stretched out on the couch, long legs taking up far more space than should be possible, boots kicked off, sweatshirt sleeves pushed up his forearms. He looks relaxed in that rare, unguarded way he only ever is when it’s just you.

“You keep shiverin’,” he murmurs, eyes flicking to you from under his lashes.

“I’m fine,” you say automatically.

He doesn’t argue. He just opens his arm in inv.

That’s all the invitation you need.

You move closer, tucking yourself against his side, and Bucky shifts instinctively—adjusting, accommodating, making space even though there isn’t much to spare. His arm comes around you, solid and warm, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

For a few minutes, it’s perfect like that.

Then he sighs.

A deep, sleepy sound—and before you can react, he rolls just enough that his weight follows.

He doesn’t pin you down suddenly. He settles. Slowly, carefully, like he’s testing whether this is okay. His chest presses against your shoulder, his thigh drapes over your legs, and his arm tightens just a bit around your middle.

Oh.

Oh, wow.

He’s heavy. Not in a bad way—just real. Grounding. Like gravity decided to be kind for once.

You let out a soft laugh. “Bucky.”

He freezes instantly, lifting his head. “Too much? I can move—”

“No,” you say quickly, hands coming up to rest against his chest. “Don’t you dare.”

He blinks. “…You sure?”

Instead of answering, you relax into the couch, letting his weight fully settle. Your body sinks into the cushions, pinned in the coziest way imaginable. His heartbeat is steady beneath your palm, his warmth soaking through you until the cold from earlier feels like a distant memory.

He exhales, relieved, and lowers himself back down—still careful, still mindful.

“Guess I’m a lot,” he mutters.

You smile and tilt your head, cheek brushing his shoulder. “You’re basically a human weighted blanket.”

There’s a pause.

Then he huffs a quiet laugh, the sound vibrating through you. His metal hand shifts, resting flat against your side like he’s anchoring himself.

“…Means I’m doin’ my job, then.”

Minutes pass. Maybe longer. Time gets fuzzy when you’re wrapped up in him like this.

His breathing slows, deepens. His chin dips to rest against the top of your head, and when you shift slightly, his arm tightens automatically, protective even in sleep.

Nothing bad could reach you like this. Nothing loud. Nothing sharp. Nothing lonely.

You’re warm. You’re held. You’re safe.

And Bucky Barnes—broad, heavy, gentle Bucky Barnes—is asleep on top of you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

You don’t move. You don’t want to wake him. You just close your eyes and let the weight of him keep the world where it belongs—far away from here.

[buckysleftbicep]

daddy's got a gun 𐙚 b.b

pairing: mob!bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, 18+, minors dni, dub-con, choking, slapping, spitting, oral sex (m rec), overstimulation, degradation, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, bucky manhandling you, lots of filthiness (please read the warnings)

summary: you never meant to cross a man like bucky barnes, he is cold-blooded, ruthless, he always takes what he wants and no amount of fight can drown out the way you end up begging for more. based on this request!

word count: 2.2k

a/n: hi! so this fic is unhinged and its probably an excuse for me to write explicit smut. it may not be for everyone, so please read the warnings! thank you and stay safe guys!

You didn’t see his men coming.

One second, you were walking back from the corner store with your hoodie pulled up and headphones tucked in. The next, the world turned black—hands over your mouth, your limbs yanked, twisted, a sharp sting to your neck and then absolutely nothing.

Now, you're here.

Laid out like some broken thing on black silk sheets in a room too luxurious for a prison, the mattress is soft and the air smells faintly like leather and tobacco. There are no bars on the windows—just thick glass and silence.

And him.

Bucky Barnes.

The name you'd only ever heard whispered, the kind of man your mother warned you about, dangerous, merciless. The type who didn’t just ruin lives—he erased them.

The Mob King of New York, ruthless killer and collector.

And now, your captor, standing in the shadows like he owned the world, watching you with those cold, unreadable steel blue eyes, as if he already knew exactly how and when, you'd break.

You don’t get it, do you?” His voice drips from the shadows at the foot of the bed, a low, rumbling threat that coils around your spine. His sleeves are rolled to the elbow, one of his arms littered with black ink—tattoos that lick upward like fire and sin, the other cold, gleaming black and gold. They hadn’t been lying about his arm. He doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t need to.

“You belong to me now.”

Your breath catches and you flinch when he takes a step closer, the floorboards creaking under his boots. He notices, of course he does. 

It only makes him smile, slow and sharp like a predator’s grin that promises nothing but ruin.

“Fucking gorgeous when you’re scared,” Bucky murmurs, running his tongue along the seam of his teeth like he’s savouring the moment. “Don’t look away, sweetheart. You’re gonna learn what happens when you disobey.”

The room feels smaller with each second. It was warm, suffocating, cloaked in shadows that flicker from the low amber light. You back up on the mattress, limbs trembling, but it’s no use. Bucky reaches for your ankle, and with deliberate slowness, drags you toward him. The silk sheets slide beneath your skin, your oversized hoodie riding up your thighs, panties exposed to the chill and to his hungry gaze.

You writhe with reflexive panic, but that only makes him grin.

“Still got some fight in you?” he muses, tilting his head. “Good. Breaking you will be so much more fun.”

The slap comes out of nowhere, his palm cracks across your face, hot and mean. You gasp, stunned, pain blooming like fire under your skin. But Bucky doesn’t let you recover. A strong hand grips your throat, firm, not enough to choke but enough to silence. His thumb presses under your chin, tilting your head so you face him.

“You look real pretty with my mark on your face,” he growls. “Slap you again, you’ll probably cum.”

“Fuck you,” you bite, voice cracking. Your tears betray you, slipping down hot and shameful.

He chuckles, low and dangerous.

Then he spits—right onto your tongue.

You gag on instinct, trying to turn your head, but his metal hand grips your hair tight, keeping you in place.

“That’s more like it,” he snarls, tightening his grip. “Open that pretty mouth, doll. Let me see what else you’re good for.”

The sound of his belt unbuckling slices through the air. Panic sets your blood racing. You try to squirm away, but he’s faster. His metal fingers curl into your hair, dragging you up until your neck arches painfully. You’re forced to look up at him—towering, hard, cock heavy and leaking as he fists it in one hand.

“I’ll make you beg for it,” he promises, voice like gravel wrapped in silk.

You shake your head violently, desperate, nails digging into his thighs in a last-ditch effort to shove him away but it only earns you another slap, harder than before. The sting rings in your ears, your skin screaming where his palm landed.

“You think I haven’t broken girls tougher than you?” he breathes, leaning closer, his breath hot against your lips. “But you, fuck, princess, you’re gonna be perfect.”

His fingers squeeze your cheeks until your lips part. You don’t mean to open your mouth, but your body gives in under pressure.

Bucky takes the invitation and he doesn’t ease in.

His cock fills your mouth in one brutal thrust, the thick head slamming against the back of your throat, choking you instantly. You gag around him, reflexive and helpless, eyes going wide as your body jerks. Your scratch at his hips, instinct, defiance, but it only makes him groan, a low, guttural sound that rumbles from his chest like thunder.

“That’s it, fuckin’ choke on it,” he pants, the praise laced with cruelty. His hips roll forward, shallow and deliberate, feeding you more with each thrust. “Good girl. Such a good fuckin’ girl when you stop thinking.”

You can’t breathe, hell you can’t even think. The stretch is brutal, your jaw aches already, and he’s not stopping. His cock is thick, heavy, sliding deeper every time, turning your throat into his own personal toy, your tears fall freely now, your lashes soaked, spit slipping past the corners of your lips, trailing down your chin. He watches every second of it—eyes dark and  ravenous as he fucks your mouth like it’s nothing more than a means to get off.

“You were made for this,” he growls, metal fingers fisting tighter in your hair. “Made for me.”

Then suddenly, he yanks back, cock dragging wetly from your mouth. You collapse forward, gasping, coughing, strings of saliva still connecting you to him. Your throat feels ruined, your lips swollen, your chest heaving as you suck in air like you’ve surfaced from drowning. Spit drips from your chin to the sheets below, and still—you can taste him. 

Hot, bitter and lingering.

“There she is,” he murmurs, voice mockingly sweet as he strokes a thumb across your wet cheek. “Didn’t expect to get owned tonight, huh?”

You glare up at him through tear-blurred lashes, the taste of him thick and awful on your tongue. Your voice comes out hoarse, broken. “You won’t get away with this,” you rasp.

“Oh, doll,” he breathes, leaning in close. His tongue drags slowly along the curve of your throat, savouring your shiver. “I already did.”

He smiles then, slow, dangerous almost as if he’s enjoying your unraveling.

And when he licks his lips, eyes locked on your swollen mouth, you know he’s not nearly done with you.

Bucky flips you over with terrifying ease, a single hand curling in the back of your hoodie like you're weightless. He rips it off in one violent motion, fabric tearing under the force, discarded somewhere across the room. Your panties don’t even stand a chance, his metal hand grabs and shreds them in two, the ruined lace tossed aside like it never mattered.

You try to twist away, but it’s useless. He’s already there, gripping your hips like he owns them, spreading your legs with a casual shove of his knee. The cool air hits your slick folds, and you flinch, a fresh wave of shame crashing over you. Your body’s betrayed you, soaked through, dripping for the man who just threw you around like a ragdoll.

“So fuckin’ wet already,” he groans, dragging two thick fingers through your arousal, spreading it messily over your folds. “Fought me like hell, but this cunt?” He swipes over your clit and watches you twitch. “It’s beggin’ for me. You feel that?”

“No,” you whisper, trembling. You don’t want to feel it, the burn, the need, but your body shivers under his touch, thighs twitching when his fingers sink inside you with a cruel, slow thrust.

“That’s biology, princess,” he growls near your ear, fingers curling deep and just right. “Your body knows what it needs. And it’s me.”

You sob, the sound cracking from your throat, raw and real. His other hand wraps around your neck from behind, dragging you upright until your back slams against his solid chest. You can feel the ridges of his dog tags against your spine, his cock heavy and hot, grinding against your ass as he finger-fucks you in slow, devastating circles.

“I could make you cum like this,” he murmurs, mouth brushing your ear, “with just these fingers. Could have you trembling and soaked, beggin’ me to fill you.”

He doesn’t stop. He keeps working you, just right, circling, pressing, sliding inside you like he knows your body better than you do. And maybe he does. Because your thighs are shaking, your head lolling back on his shoulder as that humiliating pressure builds.

“But I won’t,” he whispers darkly. “Not yet. Not until you beg.”

You won’t. You swear you won’t. But when your hips buck against his hand, chasing more, when that soft, needy moan slips out before you can bite it back, his mouth curls into a grin against your skin.

“There it is,” he purrs. “That sweet, filthy little sound I’ve been waiting for.”

And then he stops.

Just like that, fingers gone, heat gone. Your cunt clenches at nothing, throbbing and aching with need, and the whine that escapes your lips is pitiful and humiliating.

“No,” you gasp, hips rocking desperately. “No, don’t stop-”

“No?” he mocks, hand gripping your jaw, turning your face so close to his you can taste his breath. “You want more, sweetheart?”

You're silent, too ashamed, too wrecked to answer, but your body says it all.

His palm cracks hard against your soaked pussy, and you scream.

“Use your fuckin’ words.”

“…Please,” you whisper, voice shaking.

He groans, dragging the head of his cock through your folds, soaking it in your slick, teasing your entrance until your whole body trembles.

“Please what?”

“…Please… fuck me.”

Bucky’s growl is low, vicious and primal.

“There she is. My good little slut.”

Then he slams into you, no warning, no mercy. His cock drives deep in one savage thrust, splitting you open around him. The scream that rips from your throat is ragged and raw, muffled by the sheets as your arms give out. His hips smack against your ass, loud and obscene, and then he’s moving, brutal and relentless.

“Fuck,” he grunts, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back. “Tight little hole. Fuckin’ made for me.”

You sob into the mattress, your body caught between unbearable pain and something dark, twisted, devastatingly good. Your pussy stretches around him, gripping him tight, sucking him in with every thrust. And Bucky feels it, hell he’s fucking you like he’s claiming you, destroying you, owning every inch of your ruined body.

“You feel that?” he pants against your ear, voice hoarse. “Feel how your cunt clings to me? You like it. Filthy little slut, your body knows who owns it now.”

You want to deny it. God, you try. But the moans won’t stop, spilling from your lips like confessions. And your body was shaking, clenching and needy.

“You’re close,” he growls, burying himself deeper. “Gonna cum on my cock like the fuckin’ whore you swore you weren’t?”

“No don’t-” you choke, but the orgasm is building fast, cruel and unforgiving.

Then his fingers are there again, working your clit, rubbing in tight, merciless circles and the pressure breaks.

It hits you like a fucking freight train, your body seizes, your walls clench around him, and your scream is pure, brutal surrender. You cum hard, soaking him as you collapse beneath him.

“That’s it,” he snarls, fucking you through it. “Fucking cum for me, slut.”

But he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even slow. He keeps driving into you, deeper, rougher, pushing you past the edge until your moans turn to wrecked sobs.

“Too much, please it’s too much-” you cry, voice gone and tears welling up in your eyes, unsure of just how much more you could take.

“No,” Bucky growls, hand tightening on your throat. “You’ll take it. You’re mine.”

His hips slam into you like a battering ram, over and over, and the sounds wet, brutal and carnal, fill the room. He’s panting now, groaning above you as he ruts into you like an animal.

“Bet you’ll be thankin’ me by the end of the week,” he hisses, every thrust sharp and punishing. “You’ll crawl into my lap, beggin’ for it like a good little cockdrunk slut.”

You can’t answer, you can’t breathe, all you know is the sharp ache where he stretches you, the burn in your thighs, the unbearable heat coiling in your belly again.

Then with one final thrust, Bucky slams deep and stills, groaning loud and wrecked as he spills inside you, cock twitching, his cum spilling hot and thick.

His hand tightens just enough on your throat to make you see stars as he holds you there, buried deep, until he’s drained and shaking.

And when Bucky finally pulls out, slow and deliberate, his cum oozes from your swollen, overstimulated pussy, hot and shameful between your legs.

He leans in, lips brushing your ear.

“Mine now,” he whispers.

And you know he’s right.

Your body trembles, used and ruined, his cum leaking from your sore pussy, trickling down your thighs.

He lets you fall, and you collapse onto the sheets, face-down, broken and sobbing.

And then, his lips brush your temple, gentle and almost loving.

“You did so good for me, doll,” he murmurs, voice like velvet. “So fuckin’ good.”

You shiver, swallowing hard.

“You’ll see,” Bucky whispers. “You’ll love me by the end.”

And the worst part?

Some broken part of you believes he’s right.

a/n: hi! i hope you liked it! if you did, please drop a comment or a reblog, i would really appreciate it!