Beefy Bucky Obsessed with your clit. Heâs so thick and beefy and large and delicious and obsessed with the tiniest part of you between your legs.
âFuck, I love the pretty sounds you make when I play with you there babyâ he groaned, shoving your legs apart as wide as theyâd go as you laid naked on his bed. His eyes were fixated on your soaked cunt, specifically his favourite part, biting his lip before pushing his hips forward so his cock head would nudge your sensitive nub.
âBuckyyyâ you whined, as he let out a dark chuckle, pushing your knees back so you were on full display.
âShhh, lemme play with your cute little button baby, I love the little squeals you make when I-â he spat onto your clot before pressing his thumb firmly against you, rubbing tight circles, already building up your orgasm â-when I rub you like thisâ
He loves alternating between watching your pretty contorted face and twitching and quivering pussy, shoving his cock in without warning making you scream.
âFuck you get so tight around my dick when I touch your clit princessâ he gently pinches it with while continuing to tail you, moaning at how delicate you feel there.
Heâs a bigger menace with having you ride his face.
âCâmon, sit on my face sugar, lemme nurse off your sweet clit baby, I want itâ he grabs your hips and slams them down on his face, breathing be damned, his hand furiously fisting his cock while wrapping his lips and suckling greedily. He meant it when it said he wanted to nurse off you, groaning and lapping at you like a hungry puppy, his metal arm holding you in place.
He doesnât give a fuck about if youâre out on a mission either. He can see the stress on your face and he wants to make it better. He drags you to an empty hall, pushing you to a corner, caging you in.
âJames, what are you-â
âShhh, just let me feel it, donât make a sound babyâ he whispered in your ear, shoving his hand down your tac pants and pulling your panties aside. He swiped his fingers through your folds till he finds that exact spot, your clit swollen and silky on his calloused fingers. âYeah, right there huh, Iâll rub it all better,â
âJ-Jamie pleaseâ you gasp, collapsing against his thick form while he holds you up with ease, moving faster.
âI know it feels good baby, know youâre a needy little baby who needy daddy to make her princess parts all better when theyâre tinglyâ
He gets so dirty when heâs like his, his own cock aching with need. He pulls it out and guides your hand to stroke him, thrusting his hips forward while moaning in your ear. You feel him harden in your hand, his length twitching while your legs feel like jelly, biting down on his jacket to muffle your screams.
âYouâre all wound up, arenât you doll, so stressed, could tell by your face you needed daddy to come rub you, needed daddy to rub it betterâ
âOh god, please!â You wailed, jerking him faster, his hips stuttering when you focused on his cockhead.
âTogether pretty girl, together, make a mess in your panties baby, weâll make a mess together-fuck-oh god fuckkkâ Bucky hissed, trying to keep from getting too loud while he slapped his hand over your mouth as you came. Thick white ropes of his spend shot onto the wall, dribbles of it coating your fingers. He pulled his hand out, licking your arousal off.
âGonna clean that mess up with my tongue when we get home princessâ
Summary: A perfect Christmas dinner needs planning
Pairings: dark!Steve Kemp x female reader
Warnings: 18+, implied non-con, implied cannibalism, implied abduction, overal if you don't like creepy things stay away, but it doesn't get graphic anywhere.
(notes: this is something that came to me this morning, and while I know it's not for everyone, I hope some can still enjoy it. Un-beta'd, still figuring Tumblr out, also haven't seen the movieđ)
He placed the star on the top of the tree and took a step back to look at the result.
Perfect.
He mentally went over the list he had made; washing the plaid he placed on the couch so it was fresh and soft, check.
His favorite cd in the cd-player, check.
The Christmas tree decorated, check.
He heard the ping of the oven, indicating the roast was ready. Perfect. On time, like he had expected. It still made him smile that he was correct in his planning.
There was only one thing missing though. The main guest of the evening.
His heart beat just a little faster thinking of her, while he walked to turn the oven off, and let the door of it slightly open to not let it cook further and overdo the meat. It smelled amazing. It looked amazing too. The roast browned but not burned, the potatoes next to it looking crispy and golden. And dessertâŠwell, dessert would also be going to plan if he had a say in it. He was sure he could convince her.
He walked out of the room and towards hers. Knocking softly, calling out her name. He heard stumbling, but the door didn't open yet. So he opened it for her, maybe it was still difficult for her. He popped his head in.
âThere you are. You ready for dinner?â
She didn't answer, barely looked at him, but he helped her get up off the bed and looked her up and down, smiling widely. âLook at you! You look beautiful. I knew that dress would fit you, but it's exceeding my expectations. Honey, it's going to be an amazing night.â
He kissed the top of her head, smelling her hair subtly, his favorite scent in his nose warming his chest. She was so beautiful. He was a lucky man.
He helped her get to her seat, slowly making progress because he couldn't help letting his hands wander over her hips and back. Not too much, food was waiting for them and he wanted her to enjoy it. He put a lot of effort in it!
She sat down carefully, fixing the skirt of her dress so it covered her knees.
He grinned down at her. âYou're going to love this.â
He turned to get the roast out of the oven, the dish still steaming with heat and the smell mouth watering when it got to his senses. He placed it in the middle of the table and heard her let out a sob she was trying to surpress quickly.
âI hope you'll enjoy it, honey,â he looked at her with a warm smile. âFirst of many Christmasses to come. Here's to us!â
He handed her a flute of champagne and she took the tiniest sip.Â
As he picked up the meatfork and knife, he watched the tears fall down her face as she silently cried, and looked at anything but what he was doing.
âYou get the best part, of course, you deserve it,â he placed a portion of neatly sliced pieces on her plate and watched her. âGo on, try it.â
She shook her head and his face dropped for a second. âNow don't be difficult. We were going to have a great time. I am going to give you a beautiful gift afterwards, and all I ask is for you to eat the food I lovingly made for you.â
With trembling hand sheb lifted her fork and cut off a piece, the tears now falling in streams down her cheeks, as she put a tiny amount in her mouth and chewed. He saw her trying not to throw up and only barely succeeding. As she opened her mouth to show him it was empty, he smiled warmly at her again. Sitting down and filling his own plate, he put a much bigger piece of the roast in his mouth and chewed, humming appreciatively. âGod, this tastes amazing.â
He ate further while she was picking her food. He didn't mind, she had tried, and he was proud of her. He knew things were hard for her now, it would take more time to get used to the situation. But she would. And it's not like she could run. It was hard to, with only one leg, after all.
As he finished his plate, he sat up straight, looking at her with eyes half-lidded, appreciating the pretty picture in front of him.
âSo are you ready for dessert?â
She pursed her lips and spoke softly, hesitantly. âI thought you were going to give me a gift?â
He grinned. âAnd I will sweetheart. I thought we could combine it. Imagine our baby at this table next year.â
She froze and he got up to walk towards her. Placing a firm kiss on her trembling lips, he whispered softly: âMerry christmas, Darling!â
summary. | they know if youâve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake.
pairings. | Dark!Sebastian Stan x Reader, Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader, Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader, Dark!Charles Blackwood x Reader, Dark!Chris Evans x Reader, Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader, Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader, Dark!Andy Barber x Reader.
warnings. | NONCON/DUBCON, gang bang, eight-some, (forced and not forced) drinking, manipulation, coercion, dark themes, crimes, threatening, slight angst, mentions of cheating, age gaps, Daddy kink, Sir kink, power dynamics, boss/employee relationships, face fucking, oral (m receiving), dom/sub, finger sucking, degrading, praise, humiliation, voyeurism, fingering, double penetration, cum marking, facials, anal, unprotected sex, cream-pie kink, slapping, spanking, smoking, choking, hair pulling, manhandling, + more. 18+, DARK FIC.
word count. | 13k.
authors note. | merry christmas/happy holidays! please be wary of the warnings, and have yourself a merry christmas and/or a great day! donât use my gif without permission, and donât forget to read and reblog because i worked so hard on this. IF YOUâRE INSPIRED BY THIS FIC OR WANT TO USE A SIMILAR PLOT PLEASE MESSAGE ME FIRST OR ELSE YOUâLL BE BLOCKED. love you all sm! also gonna be submitting this to my bb @mypoisonedvineâs festive holiday challenge! (ty for beta-ing and putting up with me).
Make my wish come true⊠All I want for Christmas is youâŠ
months after operation musket, you're growing fidgety. why is bucky denying you after showing you a whole new world of pleasure? you decide to try a new way to get his attention, and it involves a certain blond-haired super soldier.
content warning: bucky x f!agent!reader, mature themes, angst, pining, cheating, fingering, semi-public smut, dom!bucky, objectification, reader and bucky are TERRIBLE with no redeeming factors.
< part one
Funnily enough, since graduating to Agent, you've been spending less time with the Avengers than when you were a trainee.
You've been trusted on your own with missions in the months that have passed since you qualified, which you're glad for. Most of your colleagues don't have your respect and you can get things done much quicker when you're alone.
"So, I'm sure it's with no surprise, that the award for Most Promising New Recruit goes to Y/N," Nick Fury announces into the microphone, causing most people in the hall to burst into cheers and applause.
You wince slightly, not really a fan of being in the limelight, but you swallow down your nerves and make your way to the stage. Nick places the white badge onto your uniform, and you give him a nod. "Thank you, Sir," You say firmly.
"Keep doing what you're doing, kid," He says patting your shoulder as you walk past him and back off the stage again.
You make your way straight to the bar, not even realizing Bucky's standing there until you get there.
Without saying a word to him, you give the bartender your order. The tension is palpable - at least, on your end. When you and Bucky agreed that Russia never happened, you didn't think he'd actually stay true to his word. You assumed you'd spend a few days apart, acting normal, and then he'd find himself unable to keep his hands off you and drag you into a closet or keep you behind after a meeting.
But he didn't.
He watched on as you qualified for Agent, barely even giving you a congratulatory word, saw as you rose through the ranks, past your more senior colleagues, and hasn't so much as brushed past you.
You suppose it's a good thing he hasn't. You wouldn't have been able to focus so hard on your work and been the youngest person to ever earn the title Special Agent if Bucky had been distracting you, so you're grateful to him for leaving you alone.
"Well done, rookie," His voice chimes out from beside you and takes you by surprise.
Turning to look up at him, you raise a brow. Flashes of the night in Russia fly through your head and you do your best to ignore them. "Thanks," Is your stoic reply. He's given you next to nothing for the past four months, so why should you give him anything?
"I didn't think it would, but it looks good on you," He begins. "Special Agent. You know it took Sharon three years to get that?"
"I'm not Sharon," You remind him, before narrowing your eyes. "You didn't think excelling in my field would look good on me?"
Is that why he's been avoiding you? Do you no longer attract him because you're no longer a fresh-faced trainee, willing to do whatever he says? Was it truly just the power play that got him hard for you - was he just getting off on how in control he was?
"I didn't mean it like that," He says, seeing the cogs turn in your head. "Don't spin this into something dark - I'm happy for you."
"So, what did you mean by that?" You push, not willing to let him off so easily. "You didn't think a young trainee would still be attractive once she qualified? How am I supposed to take that?"
"You're supposed to take it in the way that most of the Special Agents here are some of the most boring, to-the-books people I've worked with," He explains. "Sticklers for rules."
"Who says I'm not a stickler for rules?" You ask with a raised brow. "You haven't been on a mission with me since- since I qualified."
There's a sparkle in his eye when he replies. "Rules aren't something you're exactly notorious for following, rookie."
You take your drink from the bartender and turn to leave while uttering, "I'm not your rookie anymore."
The words he said to you that night still echo in your mind. The utter filth he whispered into your ear, the dark promises he made, the post-orgasm secrets he spilled.
"There's nothing like some healthy competition," Maria says as she stands at your desk. "Fight for it."
"Are you kidding?" Jenn asks her with a raised brow. "You want us to fight for a mission?"
You're pulled from your thoughts - memories of Russia - and plunged into the present. Maria came out to the bullpen and offered you a mission. Well, offered you and Jenn a mission.
"You're both capable, but it only needs one agent," Maria states while the others begin to listen in. "And I can't decide which of you should have it. Jenn, this would be a good boost in your journey to Special Agent. And Y/N, it would be good for you to add this to your repertoire."
"I think me hitting Special is a little more important than Y/N's repertoire," Jenn challenges with a quirked brow. She's grown a lot more confident since making agent, and seems to think she's untouchable. Then again, becoming the youngest ever Special Agent definitely gave you a confidence boost, too.
If it was anyone else, you'd sit back and let them have it. But Jenn's had a stick up her ass and has hated you since the day you met, so you're feeling petty.
"Y/N, your response?" Maria asks, secretly loving the competition between you. "Why should I give you this mission?"
You stand up from your chair and reply bluntly, "Because I'm better than Agent Curson."
A few gasps and stifled laughs are heard around the bullpen, but you keep your face straight. Jenn lets out a scoff. "You're such a fucking narcissist," She utters bitterly.
"It's factually correct that I'd get this mission done more efficiently and to a better quality than you," You say plainly, sick of her shit. "That's not narcissistic; it's realistic."
"Come on, Y/N," Landon says from behind you with a wince. "You're just being mean, now."
"Am I?" You question, taken aback by his words.
"Agent Hill, you know I respect every decision you make," Jenn begins. "But the only reason Y/N made Special so quickly is because she's friends with the Avengers. The rest of us are just as skilled as her."
"What are you talking about?" You ask her with a frown. "The fuck do the Avengers have to do with anything?"
"Oh, please!" She cries. "You leech onto their missions whatever chance you get-"
"That's enough, agents," Maria says lowly.
"I get assigned onto their missions; that's out of my control," You remind Jenn coldly. "The only one I sometimes say fucking 'hi' to while passing by is Steve, so how I'm friends with the Avengers is beyond me!"
"Oh, you're only friends with Captain fucking America?" She shoots back. "Some of us haven't even met him yet!"
"How is that my fault?" You yell.
"That is enough!" Maria cuts in curtly, shutting you both up before she turns to Landon. "Agent Croft, I'm assigning you to the mission. The rest of you, get on with your work."
You and Jenn continue to glare at each other for a few short moments before you grab your phone and turn to leave.
"You can deny it all you want," Jenn suddenly mumbles, making you stop in your tracks. She looks down at you, a cold look in her eyes. "I know something happened between you and Sergeant Barnes in Russia."
Your heart lurches up into your throat. "What?" You sputter. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"I'm a very perceptive person. He barely even looks at you anymore, and he rarely ever left you alone before Russia," She says with a dirty look. "Probably regrets cheating on his girlfriend with such a piece of trash-"
"You have no fucking idea what you're talking about," You tell her coldly.
"Sure, I don't," She cuts in with a smirk. "But you do, don't you? You fucked him, didn't you? Slut."
You push her backwards and she's quick to retaliate, grabbing your arm and twisting it. A few punches and kicks are thrown between you before you're pulled away from her, by none other than Nick Fury. Fuck.
"What in God's name are you two doing?" He asks you both with rage in his eyes.
"Sorry, Director Fury," You say through deep breaths. "We were just training."
"Yeah, fucking right," He mutters bitterly, releasing your arm as he glares at you both. "Any more of that shit and you'll both be on desk-duty for three months. Got it?"
"Yes, Director Fury," You and Jenn say in unison.
He leaves with a huff. You walk away from Jenn, not trusting yourself to keep your hands off her if she makes another comment.
How the fuck could she have noticed something went on in Russia? Is she truly that good of an agent that she noticed the difference in yours and Bucky's relationship? Sure, he's barely said a word to you when usually he's all over you, but you didn't think anyone else besides you would have realized.
Fucking Jenn.
Ever since you were made Special Agent, you can't deny you've felt a little different. As though you should take your job more seriously - which has meant turning down invitations to drinks, and nights out, and office parties. When Steve gave you a pout and said nobody should spend New Year's alone, though, you couldn't help but agree to attend the company-wide party being thrown at HQ. In fact, even some of the employees from Stark Industries are here, including a certain Sergeant's girlfriend.
As soon as the expensive whiskey hits your tongue, you internally thank Steve for dragging you along. Though you aren't a fan of the way a few of the trainees are looking at you as though they only just realized you have tits, it's nice to see everyone who you don't always get the chance to work with.
"And then Cap here walks in, all casual, and he's like, 'I can do this all day," Landon recounts, making everyone laugh.
"You're such a cheeseball," You mutter with a smile as you nudge Steve's ribs.
He holds his hands up in surrender. "I can't help it," He claims.
Suddenly, there's a squeak over the sound system. "Hey, people!" Tony yells over the microphone. "It's almost midnight, and there's nowhere near enough of you dancing right now - grab a partner and make your way to the dancefloor, or else you're fired!"
"Oh, Cap, you know what you've gotta do," Landon says, patting his shoulder. "Take Agent Y/L/N and go dance!"
"Excuse me?" You ask incredulously. It's one thing attending a work party, but it's a whole other thing dancing at it. You don't want to completely lose all the fear and respect you've spent all year building up. "I don't dance."
"C'mon, sweetheart," Steve says, taking your hand. "Let's go."
His tone makes you think you don't have a choice, so you begrudgingly allow him to take you to the dancefloor. A few other couples are already swaying along as the band sings their rendition of A Little Less Conversation.
"Was Elvis around in your time?" You ask him as you rest your arms on his shoulders, not exactly clued up on Elvis or the 40s.
"Nah, he was popular after the war," Steve tells you, placing his hands on your hips as the two of you sway to the beat.
"I still can't believe you were around back then," You say, shaking your head. "It blows my mind."
"How do you think I feel?" He asks with a chuckle.
"You know what?" You begin with a smirk as you look around at all the stares you're getting. "I'm with the most eligible bachelor here. Every woman here wishes she was me. That feels good."
"You know what feels better?" Steve counters with a glint in his eye before he leans in closer and lowers his voice. "Every man here wishes he was me."
Laughing at his claim, you shrug. "I guess that makes us the hottest couple here," You say before frowning. "Wasn't there... weren't you and Agent Carter...?"
His cheeks flush pink and he looks down. "Uh, we decided to just be friends," He says, stealing a glance at Sharon who's dancing with Carol. "We tried, but... it was a little too weird, with her being related to... it was weird."
You nod slowly. "That's understandable."
As another song begins, you look across the floor to see Bucky dancing with Emma. His eyes are already on you as he gazes at you over her shoulder. His look tells you what he's thinking without you needing to ask - he's thinking about Russia. You can see it in the way his eyes have darkened, the lack of smile on his lips. Emma lifts her head and his eyes rip away from yours, and after she mumbles something to him, he gives her a soft kiss.
Maybe Jenn was right. Even though you refuse to admit it to her face, she may be right about Bucky feeling guilty because of what went down in Russia. That would explain why he's been avoiding you - but it doesn't make you feel any better about it.
Sick of how you're feeling, you decide to have a little fun with the man who isn't avoiding you. You spin around so your back is against Steve's front, the two of you continuing to dance. His hands grasp your waist and he rests his chin on your shoulder.
"Now everyone is definitely staring at us," He whispers with a chuckle.
"Good," You say, turning your head to the side towards him. "Think they're jealous?" Think he's jealous? Tell me he's jealous.
"I'd bet on it," Steve mumbles, stroking your hips. "I'm sure you're the subject of most of the other agents' fantasies. And maybe a couple Avengers, too."
"You think so?" You ask, perking up at his words.
"I can guarantee it," He says, squeezing your hip as your ass brushes against his crotch.
Turning back around to face him, you place your hands on his shoulders. "I thought you heavily disapprove of workplace relationships?" You wonder, recalling the HR meeting earlier on in the year.
Steve shrugs with an innocent smile and brings his lips to your ear before saying, "How am I supposed to stop myself from getting hard over you?"
You gasp and hit his chest. "Captain Rogers-"
"I'm kidding," He claims, looking you up and down. "It's the dress. Not you."
"Ah, sure," You tease with a grin, happily taking on the ego boost.
"Listen up, beautiful people!" The singer suddenly announces. "It's almost time for the countdown - y'all ready to bring on the new year?"
Everyone bursts into cheers and the dancefloors fills up.
"I want y'all to grab a partner and give them a nice, big kiss to welcome this new beginning, alright?" The singer orders, causing everyone to break off into pairs.
"Alright if I smooch you, Agent?" Steve asks you lowly.
"I guess," You say casually. "Seeing as I don't have any other options."
"Come on, now," He says with a smirk as he wraps his arms around you. "I'm the most eligible bachelor here, aren't I?"
"Y'all ready?" The singer asks before the lighting in the room dims. "Ten!.. Nine!"
The crowd chants along with him, you and Steve included. You look around at all your colleagues, the trainees, the agents you started with, the seniors who taught you everything you know.
And him.
Your eyes lock with Bucky's again, like moths to a flame. Emma's moving closer to him, preparing to kiss him. You look away. Back to Steve.
"Don't do anything stupid like fall in love with me, okay?" He warns you teasingly as he pulls you flush against his body.
"Impossible," You retort lightly as you squeeze his shoulders. "I have no heart."
"Two!.. One! Happy New Year!"
Steve kisses you deeply, a much more intense kiss than you were expecting. But it's New Year's, and everyone around you is making out, so why the fuck not?
By the time you both pull away, everyone else is back to drinking and dancing. Confetti continues to float from the ceiling and you pull a few pieces out of your hair and cleavage.
"Good kiss," Steve says simply, patting your ass lightly. "Happy New Year, baby."
"Happy New Year, Cap," You reply, unable to deny the flutter you feel in your pussy at his casual use of the nickname.
Stop. One super soldier at a time.
"Drinks," You say, reaching up to remove the stray confetti from his hair. "C'mon, Rogers."
The two of you have a couple of shots at the bar before you feel the alcohol get to your head. Slightly tipsy, you decide to escape to the hallway for a reprieve from the loud music.
While you're fluffing up a fake rose bush by the elevator, you hear footsteps approaching behind you. You think nothing of it, assuming someone else is also pathetic enough to leave a New Year party at ten minutes past midnight, and continue mumbling to yourself while running your fingers through the plastic plant.
"Hey, rookie," His unmistakably gruff voice calls out seconds before his hands are on your hips.
"What do you want, Sergeant Barnes?" You ask, turning your head to the side.
He rests his chin on your shoulder. "Don't call me that," He whispers, slightly whining. "You know what it does."
Ignoring the way your stomach flips, you nudge him with your shoulders. "Get off me, you prick," You mumble, not really trying very hard to get him off you.
"What's wrong?" He asks lowly.
You roll your eyes. "Don't play all coy with me, Barnes," You spit. "You're the one who's been avoiding me. Feeling guilty about what you did?"
"Rookie-"
"Whatever," You utter bitterly. "I don't care what excuse you have. It felt really shitty when you stopped talking to me. We were friends at one point, you know? We had a mutual respect, or at least I thought- what are you doing?"
His hands have slipped under the hem of your dress and are trailing up your thighs. "What else?" He asks you with a mumble. "What else you mad at me for?"
You almost lose your train of thought as he pulls your panties to the side. "Bucky..."
"Tell me," He whispers into your ear.
"You didn't pretend like Russia never happened," You say, your breath hitching in your throat as he begins to rub your clit with his vibranium fingers. "It... things were supposed to go back to normal."
"What's normal?" He asks while plunging a cold, hard finger inside you.
A whimper leaves your mouth as you wrap your hand tightly around his wrist. "Flirting," You breathe out, trying to keep calm. "Talking to me. Touching me... inappropriately."
"Yeah, you miss that?" He utters smugly.
"You're a bastard and I hate you," You spit, your words mostly fueled by the alcohol in your bloodstream. "I hate that you just left me alone after Russia. Dropped me like I'm nothing."
He adds another finger, fucking them in and out of you, curling his digits inside you.
"Fuck, Bucky," You moan, swallowing thickly. "I hate that you're still with her. She's so... boring."
"We have fun," He claims casually.
"Bullshit," You sputter. "And I hate that she doesn't suspect you at all. You should have slipped up - she should have realized what you did."
"Isn't it a good thing that she didn't?" Bucky wonders as he speeds up.
"No," You whine. "It- it shouldn't be that easy for you to stop thinking about me. To stop fantasizing about me - I'm the best you ever had, and you know it. She should know it."
"Cum for me, rookie," He mutters in your ear.
"I hate that you still call me that," You let out between heavy breaths. "I am a Special Agent."
"Cum for me."
"I hate that you're only doing this because you saw me kiss Steve," You spill as the pitch of your voice heightens. "Jealous. Trying to mark your fuckin' territory, you prick."
"Cum."
With a strangled cry, you keel over, cumming hard over his fingers as they curl and scissor in your throbbing pussy.
"That's a good girl," He purrs while you let out weak moans, your heart racing. "Just like that."
You pull his hand out from between your legs and take a few steps forwards before turning to face him. "You're insane," You breathe out. "Someone could've walked out and seen us."
His lip curls up into a smirk and he grabs your hand, pulling you closer. "Well, they didn't."
When he kisses you, you taste Asgardian ale on his tongue. You've only ever had a sip of it before, and all you remember is waking up eighteen hours later with a raging headache.
"You're drunk," You mumble against his lips. "That's the only reason you're here with me right now."
"Not true," He mutters.
"I don't give a fuck, by the way," You state firmly. "I don't care that you've been ignoring me. I'm just annoyed."
He raises a brow. "Doesn't that mean-"
"I'm just bored," You reiterate pointedly. "We used to have fun, y'know? Used to... you'd be all flirty, and fucking..."
"I'm sorry," Bucky says, seemingly sincerely as he places his hands on your hips. His boner presses against your stomach. "I, uh, I guess I've been a pussy recently. I was... scared."
You can tell how difficult it is for him to admit it, so you appreciate his vulnerability. "Scared of me?" You ask him with a frown.
"I meant it when I said I'd never slept with other girls before," He tells you. "I mean, never cheated on Em before. I'm new to this whole sneaking around thing. I didn't know how you'd react."
"For what it's worth, I'm new to it too," You point out. "If you're uncomfortable, it doesn't ever have to happen again, I just want us to go back to how we were before."
"Who said I don't want it to happen again?" He asks, resting his forehead against yours.
Your stomach flips. "Bucky..."
"C'mon, rookie," He utters. "We're good at it. Making each other feel better, I mean. It's just sex; it's not a big deal."
"Not sure Em would feel that way," You say with a raised brow.
"What she doesn't know, won't kill her," He replies casually. "Sometimes, this job can be fucking tough. Sometimes, I need a reprieve, and she isn't always here."
Your heart skips a beat and you shake your head, suddenly aware of what you're doing. "We're bad people."
"We're real people," He returns.
A thump sounds out behind him, signifying that the door to the bar has opened. You take a step back from him and he lets go of your hips. Casually, you rest against the wall, waiting for the person to walk by.
Turning to see who it is, you grit your teeth. Of course.
"Having fun out here?" She asks with a raised brow.
Fucking Jenn.
"Hey, Agent Curson," Bucky calls out to her with a nod. "Just chatting. You know what Y/N's like; she might die if she doesn't get any special attention for too long."
Her eyebrow flicks up. She's surprised he's back to how he was - back to teasingly you relentlessly. Back to flirting with you unabashedly, back to overstepping boundaries.
"Uh-huh," She replies as she continues walking over.
"I like your dress," You say, lying through your teeth.
"Thanks," She says with a nod, looking you up and down before turning her attention to Bucky. "Sergeant Barnes, I believe Miss Green's looking for you."
"She is?" He returns before nodding. "Thanks for letting me know. I'm just in the middle of a conversation with Y/N right now."
Jenn almost looks slightly nervous - as though Emma sent her out to get Bucky and told her not to return unless he was with her. "But, Sergeant, she-"
"I'm busy right now, Agent," Bucky cuts her off curtly. "I'll get back to the party once we're done here. You can go, now."
Your heart races and you do everything you can not to smirk right in Jenn's face. She clenches her jaw before turning and leaving with a half-assed, mumbled apology. Once she's gone, you grab Bucky by the collars and pull him closer to you.
"That was so hot," You utter against his lips. "I can't stand that bitch."
Bucky chuckles, stroking your ass and squeezing it. "I figured that would cheer you up. Still hate me?" He asks with a cheeky grin.
You narrow your eyes before giving him a kiss. "Put Jenn in her place a couple more times and I'm putty in your hands, Sergeant," You admit, as terrible a person as that makes you.
He kisses you again, the two of you making out wildly against the wall. Any second, someone else could walk out from the bar - Emma herself, even - but that only adds fuel to the fire.
"So fucking hard for you," He grumbles as he grinds his boner against your belly. "When you gonna let me fuck your face again, huh?"
You pull back, letting out a soft laugh. "I guess you'll have to wait until our next mission together, Sergeant," You say slyly, raising a brow. "Seeing as I'm just a reprieve for when she's not around."
Bucky grabs a fistful of hair and pulls your head back, making you cry out. "Don't act smart," He grumbles, making your stomach flip. "What are you, huh? Tell me."
You let out a shaky breath before replying, "I'm your fucktoy, Sergeant Barnes."
"That's right," He says with a smirk, thrusting gently against your stomach. "Mine. My little cumdump for when I want you. You bend over when I say so. You suck my cock when I say so. You cum when I say so."
Your eyes burn into his. You don't think you've ever been so turned on in your life.
"That means no playing with yourself when you're alone, unless I say you can," He iterates lowly, before his eyes darken. "And no letting other men fuck you. This cunt," He grabs your mound, making you whimper. "Is mine to fill. This ass," He spanks you hard. "Is mine to play with. These perfect fucking tits," He pulls your dress down suddenly along with your bra, and slaps one of your boobs before pulling on your nipple. "Are mine to suck on. Open your mouth."
You do as he says, never once looking away from him.
He puts his four flesh fingers into your mouth, stretching it out. "This pretty face is mine to fuck," He whispers, sliding his fingers in and out, making you gag. "All mine. Do you understand me, rookie? Say it."
You let out a gargled version of the words I understand around his fingers, making him smirk cruelly. He's got you right where he wants you, and the power rush he gets from having such a strong person broken down like this is beyond anything else he's ever felt.
"That's my girl," He says before pulling out of your mouth and pulling your bra and dress back up. "Now, give me your panties."
Your eyes widen. You can feel how wet they are, not only from your orgasm but from the past five minutes of Bucky's torture - surely he's not being serious.
"Are you-"
"Don't make me ask twice," He cuts in curtly, looking down at you with a firm look.
He watches as you pull them down, struggling slightly to get them over your heels, before you timidly hand them to him. Bucky takes them from you and brings them to his face for a few seconds as he inhales.
"Fuck, you always smell so good," He groans, making your breath hitch in your throat. With a wink, he stuffs them into his trouser pocket, before tapping your hip. "Let's head back in."
Unbelievably horny and unable to snap out of your daze, you shake your head. "I can't."
He knows the effect he has on you, and he relishes in it. "C'mon, Special Agent Y/N. They're waiting for us."
"I probably look a mess," You mumble, still feeling shell-shocked.
Bucky rolls his eyes and grabs your arm. "You look as gorgeous as ever, dumbass, come on. Let's go," He says, beginning to drag you back to the bar before stopping to turn to you. "Oh - and if Steve asks you to dance with him again, do me a favor and kick him in the balls."
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Imagine taking care of Beefy Bucky. Heâs such a soft, sweet, thicccc baby. He doesnât trust a lot of people but trusts you with his entire being. Heâs still on the run from the government but he has you and Steve secretly checking on him every so often. Whenever you have a bit of extra time, you love to take care of him, letting him feel safe, giving him some soft loving for once in his life. At first he was apprehensive but heâs slowly allowing more physical touch.
Heâs sitting in a bath of warm water, plenty of bubbles to cover his modesty, fidgeting with his thumbs, waiting for you. Youâre always so gentle and he feels ready to let you wash his hair. You notice heâs more nervous than usual, eyes not meeting yours.
âAre you okay Bubâ you coo, sitting on the edge of the small tub, âwe donât have to do this Jamie, itâs okayâ
âNo! No I want to, itâs just-â heâs nervous again, worried youâd find it weird, what kind of grown man was he. You let him take his time as he squeezed his eyes closed. âCan-can you use this?â
He points to a tiny bottle of baby shampoo sitting on the corner, the only place he could hide it given there was a lack of shelves and cupboards. He hated the way regular shampoo would get into his eyes, making them sting and water, leaving him disoriented.
âPlease?â
âOf course babyâ you coo, grabbing the little bottle and squirting some into your palm, lathering it before carding it through his hair, massaging his scalp. Youâre careful not to get anything in his eyes, rinsing his hair with a bowl of water afterwards. You leave the bathroom to let him rinse off and cover up with a towel, grabbing him a fresh set of clothes.
âThank youâ he whispers once your cuddled up together under a small blanket, his body heat keeping you extra warm. Itâs not often he gets to spend the night with you and itâs something he finds himself craving more and more often. He smells so sweet, the soft scent of his shampoo making you smile as he curls up on your chest with his arms hugging you extra tight.
He fully intends on asking you out on a proper date once heâs ready and he hopes youâll say yes.
Shit Iâm a dumb ass. What if baby gets physical with Henry?
Best believe your ass will be on fire. He does not tolerate that at all and heâs honestly taken aback. How dare you pop him.
âExcuse me?â He asks, his eyes wide. Youâre already sweating and tears in your eyes. Youâre being pulled away to your room. Youâre glad no one can hear how loudly youâre wailing. Thereâs no amount of begging that can stop the spanking youâre getting.
After the spanking you have every other punishment known to man. Writing lines, corner time, extra chores, no electronics, you were grounded.
You quickly came to the fact that it wasnât worth it, not being able to have the cuddles you wanted when you wanted wasnât fun. Not having your daddyâs attention wasnât fun and being grounded definitely wasnât fun.
good parents dont hit their children.
good parents dont touch their children inappropriately.
good parents dont scream at their children.
good parents dont manipulate their children.
good parents dont imprison their children at home.
good parents dont threaten their children.
good parents dont starve their children.
good parents dont harass their children.
Omg my poor babies, as a CHAD major let me lay it out for you.
Occasional âim human and im frustratedâ yelling happens. Those are usually followed by apologies and genuine effort not to do that again.
But if your parent/guardian is always SCREAMING at you, especially as a way to control or make you feel inferior (insults, threats, things they know make you subdue and guilty) THIS IS EMOTIONAL ABUSE. if they are purposely contorting your emotions as a method to control that is abuse.
If someone hits, kicks, slaps, or beats you (not just a gentle nonsexual spank on the butt) THIS IS PHYSICAL ABUSE, ESPECIALLY IF IT LEAVES A BRUISE, CUT ABRAISION, ETC.
If adults are making you dance in a manner to be sexual, do sexual things, or watch sexual things inappropriate for your age THIS IS SEXUAL ABUSE. it is not always touching your/someone elseâs private areas (which is ALSO abuse.)
If your parent or guardian is depriving you of things that are essential for life (food, water, shelter, weather appropriate clothes, hygiene, medical) and it is not just a âwe are literally too broke to get these things but im really trying â THIS IS NEGLECT AND IS ABUSE.
Talk to a teacher or trusted adult. Anyone in a human service setting (educators, administration, health, etc) especially those in a child/ adolescent arena are MANDATED REPORTERS: they MUST tell CPS there is a problem. If you are in immediate danger be explicit: they will call 911 to keep you safe.
This is SO fucking important please be safe my peeps.
Do not go to the liquor store on 90th and MacArthur, around 10-14 Black men will be standing out there with vans and they will try to snatch you up, the Arab dudes who own the liquor store are in on it do not go there during the night, if it wasnât for my boyfriend being with me last night they would have got me #staywoke
Donât go during the day either! My cousin and sister seen these vans in broad day light. They were scared shitless. They kept their distance, and no harm was done. I showed them this post a week later, they shouldâve been warned sooner. PLEASE REBLOG THIS!
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