Which Consequences Would You Rather Deal With- Ignoring Mafia Buckys Texts Or Trying To Hide From Demon

Which consequences would you rather deal with- ignoring mafia Bucky’s texts or trying to hide from demon Bucky?

My slightly NSFW thots below. As always no minors.

Huddling under the moss covered bridge, you wrapped your arm around your belly, one hand over your mouth as you held your breath. Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound.

You slowly took a shallow,, shuddering breath in through your nose despite your lungs begging for more.

"Angel, come home," his deep voice surrounding you, echoing, booming through the thickets of trees. No malice in his tone, only despair. "Come home."

You can't. You won't. You never should have given yourself to him that night.

Right?

You can't explain why it hurts to be away from him. But everything, everyone says it's wrong.

And they must be right?

"Angel, please." There's an edge now. He hates begging, his patience is wearing thin.

"Now."

You crouch, sliding behind a gnarled bush. Your thoughts tangled in your mind.

A deep sigh rings in your ear. "Fine. Remember that I gave you an opportunity to be good."

A sudden weight latches around your wrists and you're pulled up into chill night air, feet dangling above the ground, a shocked scream bubbling in your throat.

Bucky collides into you, his body wrapping around yours as the world spins around you. "We are bound as one. You'll never escape me angel."

"11:59 missed text from your husband."

Tears pool in your eyes, a muffled shriek withering as your body spasms. Pleasure leeching out of you as he toys with the remote.

Bucky sneers down at your naked form bound to the bed in the guest bedroom. "So you thought you could ignore me all fucking day huh?"

He watches as your slick gushes down your thighs. He purses his lips, tapping the remote against his chin. "15 missed texts, 15 orgasms."

Your eyes widen, the muffled I'm sorry baby has him doubled over in laughter. "Oh it's too ate for that."

Bucky straddles your thighs, pushing the dildo deeper in your cunt as he leans down to rest his forehead on yours. "21 missed calls, 21 hours of edging."

"Maybe next time you'll think twice before leaving me on read."

foxglove | b.b.

summary: as soon as his palms brush along your cheeks, it’s almost as if his soul snaps out of its frenzied rage, looks at you, and embraces you with a warmth that says, oh, I’ve been looking for you for ages.

WARNINGS: angst, fluff, happy ending, medieval magic, blood, death, swearing, yearning, mentions of sexy times pairing: immortal!bucky x fem!mortal!reader word count: 12.0k

a/n: soulmate au and reincarnation au where you come back and find each other whenever fate deems it fit. written for @jalapenobarnes​ and @startrekkingaroundasgard. my prompts were not like this and won’t lose you again which i changed slightly.

happy birthday, bucky.

818 - agape: the highest form of love

James doesn’t know how long he runs for. Your blood is seeping between his fingers as your fingers dig desperately into his neck and his breath is burning in his lungs as he screams himself raw. His blood is boiling beneath his skin, sweat soaking through his chain mail as he swallows down dry air, and his throat is tearing itself as he sucks in harsh breath after harsh breath.

“Hold on, foxglove,” he whispers. You let out a faint moan, and he raises his chin to the forest surrounding him. Here. The woman said she’d be here. Golden and amber leaves swirl around him, dancing in the breeze. Stumbling through the forest, his boots sink into the moist dirt as he fights to keep himself standing. Running, running, running. Where is that woman? Where?  “Hold on.” As he glances down, he sees your eyes flutter shut and he chokes. You’ve lost all colour in your lips and cheeks, face dashed with scarlet red. A strangled sensation crawls up his throat just as his boot shifts beneath mud.

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his hand are always on my mind. never around my throat.

Rose, imagine beefy cam!boy Bucky walking in on his roommate who oh I don’t know also happens to be a cam!girl (it’s how they became roommates). She’s in his red Henley YOU KNOW THE ONE and doja cat ‘woman’ is playing in the back how’s my beefy daddy gonna react???

Your Woman

A/N: first off, I should thank YOU @world-of-aus for not only beta reading, but for literally carrying me in terms of smut because I already know without you beta reading and editing this would have gone much shittier LOL literally this wouldn't even END if it weren't for you! And I ought to thank you for always getting over this wall of insecurities for writing but alas, it’s no longer a surprise to you, but I hope you and whoever reads on this is all nice and hot after reading 🙈

Pairing: cam!boy Bucky x cam!girl reader

Word Count: 2.7K

Warning(s): MINORS DNI!, fingering, thigh riding, use of pet names, subtle dom/sub undertones, implication of smut

It's a Sunday evening and you're gathering the pile of clothes that Bucky had folded for you and left on the dryer the night before while he did laundry. It was no new occurrence that one of you would take over the other's chores while the other was doing live streams or recordings.

In preparation for today’s live stream you were putting away your freshly washed pairs of lingeries, shirts, and -

Oh…

A maroon henley that you knew right off the bat belonged to your roommate sits at the bottom of your hamper. You reach for the cotton material, it must have been thrown in by accident. Grabbing the folded piece of clothing you turn on your heel intent on dropping it off in Bucky’s room, though you halt mid stride as you realize the time of day, Bucky was doing a livestream. You cradled the maroon long sleeve to your chest, catching the woodsy smell of his cologne that still lingered behind the scents of the softener. You took a quiet step back away from his door, turning on your heel as you made your way to your room, a new idea for your livestream having come to mind.

You stride into your room, the door falling closed behind you as you move over to your bed a smirk tugging at your lips as you lay the henley down next to the matching lingerie set you had laid down for this evening's livestream. Discarding your night robe, you slip on the lingerie set you had laid out fixing the delicate pieces over your skin, your fingers then reaching for the larger piece of clothing to conceal the secret set.

Upon finding the maroon material in your belongings you had decided that this would be on time with your milestone to tease your beloved roommate, and what better way to finally push the boundaries. See, having lived with Bucky as long as you had, you’d have to have been blind not to notice the burly blue eyed brunette that took over your spare room, and he would have to have been blind not to notice you, and he had, he did. The tension between you two was undeniable to those who knew you both in real life, and the two of you weren’t clueless to the other's attraction either, but the real competition remained: who would give in and crack first. Of course there were temptations out in the real world, but both of your followers were evidently making matters much harder for both parties.

“Are you ever going to collaborate with the Winter Soldier?”

A fan would ask.

“A collab with the Soldier sounds so cool!”

Another would add.

“Seeing Bunny with the Winter Soldier would be something I’d pay to see.”

A lazy, blissed out smile would tug at your lips as you read over the responses of the few subscribers that loitered in your comments after the most anticipated part of the live stream had ended “We’ll see,” you’d respond, “I’m not sure what the Soldier would think about it, but you should ask him!”

Bucky’s followers seemed to be going through the same predicament, always asking only to be met with Bucky answering something similar, “Why don’t we ask Bunny and see what she says?” It had been months yet no one dared to make a move, until today.

The camera had been set by now, your phone connected to the bluetooth speaker as the sound of Doja Cat’s “Woman” filled the quiet of your room. You reached over starting the livestream waiting for the video to load. You set yourself up against the headboard of your bed smiling coyly as you toy with the hem of the henley, waiting.

“Hello, bunnies,” you coo as your image pops on screen, a flood of subscribers popping up on the side of the cam site’s dash. You always liked to take the first few minutes of your live stream to thank your viewers as they commented their congratulations towards your newest milestone. “Oh come on now, it wouldn’t have been possible without all of you, I really can’t thank you enough,” you start, fingers lightly tracing up your thighs, barely peeking from the sleeves of the henley. “You all have always been so good to me since I started this page, I figured you guys could tell me what you’d like, you know, as a little thank you for helping me reach my goal.” You shift positions then as you poise yourself on your knees, hips gyrating along to the beat of Doja’s song as your eyes flit to the comments.

Unlike you, in the other room Bucky has just finished his pre-recorded video, his phone vibrating with a notification on his secret account that you had started a live stream. He clicks to join, plopping the phone down as he adjusts his sweats, he should have never pulled them up with the sight he’s greeted by.

He watches entranced as you gyrate your hips to the slightly boosted bass coming from the speaker of your bluetooth that he knows sits by your bed. He’s also met with the sound of coins dropping into your account, the thousands of followers praising you as you put on a small show before you give them the main act. Bucky immediately realizes it was truly a mistake to have put his sweats on.

“You know I think I’m gonna have this on for a while, it does something to me,” he hears you purr. Your eyes flit down to the comments, “Show us what it does to you,” you read, a teeth biting grin pulls at your lips, “mmm, i’d bet you’d like to see what it does to me,” he hears you breathe, watching as you lean back onto your hands, back arched slightly. The movement causes the henley to hike up a tad, exposing the lacy maroon panties underneath.

“Fuck,” Bucky breathes, jaw going slack at the sight of you in his clothes. It’s like you knew what fantasies he had imagined in his head late at night when his fist was wrapped around his cock, only now you were manifesting them into reality.

“Do you like what I’m wearing?” you question, fingers gripping at the fabric of the henley to pull it upwards, exposing more of your torso. “It is similar to the soldier’s henley, isn’t it,” you moan, hand having slipped under the cloth and under the lace of your bra to tease your nipples. “Fuck,” you chuckle breathlessly, “you all are so very needy for the soldier and I, aren’t you bunnies?” A sly smile now kisses your lips. “Mm, maybe if we reach a certain tip, we can figure something out, how does that sound,” you suggest, lips grinning at the sound of more coins dropping into your account. “Oh my bunnies are so kind to me,” you praise, a hand trailing down from your breasts, to the edges of your lace underwear.

“Should I give you a treat,” he hears you ask, deft fingers fiddling with your panties as you roll your hips into the palm of your hand, squeezing the supple flesh of your pussy. It’s embarrassing how hard he is, he tells himself not to give in when he watches your fingers slip underneath the tiny piece of fabric and meet your wet folds, a wanton moan slipping past your lips as your rub at your clit. A part of him wonders how you’d act when his bigger ones do the favor instead. “M’so wet, fuck i wish you were here bunnies, want you to touch this pretty little pussy for me, m’so lonley,” His eyes fall shut when he hears this; he’s already memorized the way your back arches when you chase your high, and he wants to be the one to give it to you. The sounds of coins meet his ears as your honeyed sounds grow louder and louder as you meet your peak. “F-fuck” he hears you squeal, “keep them coming bunnies, c’mon give me one more please, wanna come all over your fingers, give me one more!”

More coins drop, he’s sure it’s by the thousands because suddenly an alarm is going off confetti falling over the comments, “Oh my god,” you laugh breathlessly, “you guys did it, you passed the goal for the soldier, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to ask, what do you think, soldier?”

Bucky couldn’t resist anymore, he had been doing so well, doing so well in reeling you to admit your feelings. So many live streams pleasing himself to the thought of you, so many nights where the slightest things you did sent him reeling. So many instances of him seeing your teasing smiles and your doe eyes paired with your light touches. So many instances where he wished it was him. Now, he watches as a piece of him is on you as you get yourself off. He knows damn well that you’re also imagining the same thing he is. He knows he’s reached his limit. He also knows you’ve also reached yours.

His phone is all but discarded as he slips off his bed pulling open his door as he makes his way to your slightly cracked one, he pushes it open.

“Ask what, Bunny,” your head is snapping to the side, eyes wide as you look at your roommate, the soldier.

“I-” you look at the screen where the comments are now spammed with;

“Is that who I think it is?!”

“No way, is that the soldier?!”

More coins fall into your account, the goal now surpassed by thousands.

A groan bubbles in his chest at the sight of you; your lips parted slightly, body barely covered by the maroon colored henley.

“Come on, sweet girl, don’t get shy on me now,” he coos, smirk growing along with his confidence at the sight of your legs squeezing together subtly. He pushes his way into your room then closes the distance between the two of you, his muscular torso evident and his sweats down to his hips displayed off the screen but very clearly to you. “Tell me what your bunnies have asked,” he smirks, index finger, tilting your head up at him.

“They asked for us to collaborate,” you respond, the nearly arrogant persona that you bring alive for your livestream almost gone due to the shock of the situation. Bucky’s smirk grows, he had never seen you like this, so submissive and ready for him.

“Oh,” he questions, you find yourself nodding dumbly.

“Tell you what,” he starts, head dipping to get him level with you, “I think it's time you and I put a stop to this, no more games, no more teasing”, he murmurs, finger dropping from your chin to trail down the expanse of your neck, your chest, till he’s cupping the wet heat of your pussy. His eyes find yours, “We give the fans what they want tonight, what we’ve both been wanting for a while now.” You swallow the lump in your throat, nodding quietly, want and need evident in your eyes as you watch him.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, offering you a hand to pull you from the bed, you go willingly as you let him pull you up. Bucky switches your position, his body taking the spot you were once in, you raise a brow in question. “What,” he smirks, “this is going to be as much of a show for me as it’s going to be for our fans, now c’mere.”

You're taking his hand again, letting him guide you over his lap, though he stops you before you can fully straddle him, “Just the one,” he murmurs, wedging your other leg between his open thighs.

“You’ve been an awful tease, you know, parading around in my shirt like this I know you knew what you were doing,” he murmurs, giving you a knowing look tugging your now soaked panties to the side. “You gonna dance for me, Bunny,” he questions, tongue running over his bottom lip as he watches your flustered self slowly piece together what he asked of you. “Would you like a reminder,” he questions, leaving you no room to speak as his bigger hands take a hold of your waist, guiding your hips as he rolls you up against his thigh.

Your lips part in surprise, your clit catching on the cotton material of his gray joggers. It felt like a dream - there was no way this was happening, Bucky wasn’t actually in your room was he? The soft ping of comments and coins slowly disappeared into the background noise as your eyes locked with icy blues. Bucky hums beneath his breath as he flexes his thigh, eyes glistening when he hears the delicate but sweet noise that leaves your lips. It took all of you not to moan out his real name, “F-fuck,” you whine instead when he presses his thigh into your semi clothed core.

“You like that don’t you, been cravin’ my touch for so long,” he chuckles, hand slipping under the Henley and up your bare skin until it stops at the lacy material that covers your breasts. “C’mon sweetheart show me how well you dance,” he purrs, “Put on a show for them, for me.”

“Oh you’d love that wouldn’t you,” you moan, hips now gyrating with renewed confidence onto his thigh as praises continue to leave Bucky’s lips.

“Of course I would,” he groans, his skillful hands fondling your breasts from underneath, catching as your eyes flutter shut as you get lost in his touch, lost in trying to chase your second high for the live. He didn’t realize how much doing such intimate acts to you underneath his clothes appealed to him until today. “Show me how badly you wanna cum, wanna see my sweatpants soaked by your slick, Bunny.” Bucky can tell your high was quickly approaching the more you were praised by him, your once rhythmic rolls now becoming more sporadic as his hands guided you down onto his lap.

“M’so close,” you gasp, head falling back in pleasure, “Soldat please.” Bucky was in awe with just how fucked out you were for him; closed eyes, furrowed brows, lips parted while beautiful sounds left the lovely pair. Bucky was already entranced with you on screen, but with you up close? He felt like he was in paradise.

Something in him, despite loving the current state you were in, caused his hands to leave your nipples, gently cupping your face to have your hooded eyes meet his. “So so pretty for me,” he praises, “waited so long to have you like this for me, you like being like this for me bunny, like getting yourself off on me?”

God yes, you think, as you continue to grind your pussy into the muscle of his thigh, “You gonna cum for me bunny, gonna get me all wet with your juices, leave something behind for me to show your fans?”

You’re preening in pleasure as the coil tightens, your body falling onto his for support, your hands finding the back of his head as you bring him closer to you, “Kiss me,” you breathe, “kiss me please.”

His lips crash into yours, tongue delving past your lips as the coil breaks, your letting out a low moan of pleasure, as your orgasm all but blindsides you, your hips faltering as it consumes you.

“Fuck just like that bunny girl,” he groans into your lips, hands squeezing your hips urging you on, “Keep going, give me all of it, come on baby.”

You're whining low in your throat, “please,” you breathe, “B…B… please.”

He’s not sure what you're asking, but he knows what he wants, and if the cock throbbing in his joggers is any indication of what he wants, he’s going to take it.

He flips the two of you then, bodies falling sideways as he looms over you, he reaches blindly for your laptop, closing the device altogether, “Bucky!”

A smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth as he brings his head closer to you, a warm breath hitting your face as he speaks, “This next part of the show is for me and me only, Bunny.”

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Don't you wanna feel good, baby? I'll make sure you can't think remember anything but my name.

Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: You're Bucky's favourite thing to do on a Wednesday night.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, overstimulation, mild dumbification, vaginal sex, bucky being a tease. 18+.

Word Count: 420

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He tastes like whiskey, his firm body pressed tight up against yours as he holds you close, chest to chest. You don't think you'll ever get over how giddy his kiss makes you feel, a slow half-smile creeping across your lips as he pulls away to take a look at you.

"What're you smiling at, pretty girl?" Bucky asks you with a sly grin, his cerulean eyes illuminated by the golden glow of the bedside lamp. His fingers dip between your thighs, and he let's out a low hum of approval at the mess that waits for him there.

You don't have a fucking clue what you're smiling at, too cockdrunk and out of it to do anything but hum sweetly and pepper lazy little kisses across his broad chest.

A shudder rolls up your spine, hips bucking against him as you rub your naked cunt against his semi-erect length. He's already fucked you half stupid tonight and you can feel the afterburn of his rough hands swelling on your skin.

"Look at me," he commands softly, gripping your jaw with a rough tenderness that you're besotted with. You lift your head to meet his gaze, his thumb feathering across your kiss-swollen lower lip. All you want to do is bury your face in his throat and inhale the scent of him, brain fogged over with satisfaction and lust. You can barely hold your head up, and when his calloused hands move to grip your ass, tugging you back onto his cock and stretching you out once again, all you can manage is a pathetic whimper. "You can take another round, baby. Know you can."

You sniffle against his sweat slick skin, your thighs numb from being splayed out on top of him for the past two hours. The sound your pussy makes as he fucks it leisurely - long, drawn out strokes - would embarrass you if you weren't so fucking gone for him. "Wanna stay buried inside this cunt - my cunt - 'til sunrise."

Your fingernails dig into the thick muscles at his shoulders, his teeth latching onto your chin in a playfully dominant move that earns an exhausted little chuckle from your throat.

"Don't you wanna feel good, baby?" Bucky taunts, his feet planted firmly on the mattress as he quickens his thrusts, pounding up into you. Drool oozes from the corner of your mouth as you fight to remain upright. Not that you need to. Bucky's got you. He's always got you. "I'll make sure you can't remember anything but my name."

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riding him too slow so that he gets mad & starts pounding u from below so hard all u can do is hold on and cry >>>>>>>>>>