The man had appeared out of the foliage with barely a rustle of his announcement. His clothing was weather worn and threadbare, a suggestion of a harsh life. He could see stains of questionable and queasy origins spattered here and there, dark like ink but not with the same texture, not at all. His hair was dark and greasy, his scratchy beard thick. The leer in his eyes and the crooked smirk weren’t welcoming either. He had a gun. Bucky recognized it simply because he had grown accustomed to their sight over the many years.
He was alarmed when he began to pick out more bodies emerging into sight from the darkness of the forest, some up high on overhanging precipices; several were in trees, and the rest on the ground, flanking the first man. Some had rifles. Others, pistols. He even noticed, oddly enough, some were armed with bows and arrows.
All were aimed at him.
“If this is your welcoming committee, then I shudder to think about the reception of guests you fail to successfully entertain. This is rather poor in taste, if you ask me.”
The first man, the leader of the ragtag bunch, scowled and spat out a curse at him. It took Bucky a moment to realize he had spoken Russian, the dialect heavy as the syllables growled over one another. It took him another to realize what the man had said.
“Fucking smart ass. I’ve shot men for less insult.”
He jerked the gun in his hand, pointing a vague direction for Bucky to move. Bucky didn’t. Instead, he addressed the man in his apparent native tongue. “Where are you taking me?”
The Russian was unimpressed at being addressed in his mother tongue, even if he did give pause.
“Move!”
The weapon’s hammer was cocked back for emphasis, a loud and unsettling click that cleaved the very air with its sound. He startled when one of the men suddenly pitched forward with barely a grunt and hiss of air issuing from his mouth. He fell forward, his weapon—a rifle—clattering to the forest floor with a loud clatter, tangling in the undergrowth. An arrow protruded from the Bucky man’s backside.
The Russian barked at his men, stirring them into action and they scrambled into organized chaos. The Russian turned on him, the barrel of the gun reestablished on him. He hissed away, stalking forward to close the gap between him and Bucky.
“She’s come for you, boy,” he growled, a dark light sparking in his eyes. “I’ll kill you before she gets a chance to even see your face.”
The gut punch had the taller man doubling over, wheezing heavily at the strike. Bucky wasn’t aiming to kill or maim the man, simply disarm him and relocate. The Russian’s grip on his gun hadn’t broken, but he was too busy catching his breath to notice. He never got the chance to, either.
Another arrow whizzed out from the dark and struck the Russian’s neck, punching through from back to front, an arrowhead sprouting out of his throat. The gun fell from abruptly limp fingers, and then the Russian followed suite with a strangled gurgle. Bucky stumbled back, in horror and shock. The light in the Russian’s eyes went out and he wheezed his last breath, blood bubbling from the oozing wound as he collapsed on his face.
The forest fell silent and it was in that moment he realized all the men that had appeared from nowhere were dead.
All of them.
An unsettling silence had Bucky over the forest, and the shadows around him seemed to grow darker, longer, reaching for him. The hairs on the back of his neck rose up and stood at attention while an icy shudder snaked its way down his spine.
His metal arm reached his vest’s pocket and pulled out a handy knife. The dark blade was gleaming in what little light the moon above provided. The familiar weight of a tactic vest settled around his shoulders, providing a comforting sense of security and protection as it did.
He felt eyes on him, but how many and from where, he wasn’t too sure. He just knew that whoever killed the men, they were still here. Bucky didn’t have long to wait. He whirled at the first sign of movement, but he stopped short of himself in surprise at what he faced.
It was a slip of a young woman, much smaller than he was. She was dressed sensibly enough to move fast and not allow herself to be caught up by snagged clothing. It was all form fitting without being too tight on her, she had grey tight cargo pants, a striped shirt which probably was white in the past, pair of a hiking boots. There was a bulk to her build and Bucky saw why. The silhouette of knives strapped at her sides, a rifle on a sling over her shoulder, a quiver of arrows belted at her hip, and a bow held casually in one hand, a pistol in the other. She cleared the area with the pistol, watching for any unwanted movement before holstering it at her back when she deemed it safe.
She had beautiful, big brown eyes and smooth skin. Bucky noticed a little bruise at her cheek. Her little nose was adding kind of a charm to her figure. She slowly rised her brow, glaring at him.
The woman ventured closer, her posture still tense but it had relaxed greatly in comparison to the few steps she had taken when she arrived. She was showing she wasn’t an enemy by holstering her weapons, but she would still ready at the drop of a hat to jump into action if things went south. He could sense all of that just by the way she held herself.
She slowly reached to sling the bow on a holster on her back, leaving her hands open and free. Her eyes never left him.
“These men would have killed you if I hadn’t intervened. The Solarii aren’t known for their kindness and mercy. Negotiating with them is impossible when they’ve been trained to kill without hesitation. Especially if it looks like you’re going to fight back.” She started in way of greeting. The woman tilted her head to the side. “Surprised they delayed so long in shooting you. Good thing they did. Gave me time to get here.”
He was still tongue-tied at the suddenness of the events that had transcended within the span of a few sparse minutes.
She turned, motioning for him to follow.
He trailed after her with uncertainty in his steps. “Wait… wait! Where am I? Who are these Solarii? And what’s your name?”
The woman craned her head to peer over her shoulder at him. Her gaze was steady and even, unfaltering as she studied him. They passed through the undergrowth for several minutes in silence before she answered him.
“You’re on an island called Yamatai. It’s in the Dragon’s Triangle, west of Japan. The Solarii are…shipwreck survivors. They’re a band of murderers that have laid claim to the island, killing or recruiting any men who wash up on shore. They burn any women they come across.”
A sour taste coated the back of his throat and his stomach turned uneasily at that. He didn’t remember how he’d gotten here, and he wondered if he was alone.
I think I am, but…no. Please don’t let the others be here.Steve. Sam. Natasha.
“Have…have there been any others…?” He couldn’t finish. The woman seemed to take that as a cue.
“Like you? No. You’re the only one I’ve come across, dressed as you are.”
There was little relief in her answer. It only meant he was the first, and that the others might very well be here.
The woman unclipped something from her belt and waggled the item. It was an oval-shaped device, black and ringed with perhaps a white or yellow stripe. A thin tube stuck out from its top.
“The Solarii get riled up when others are spotted on the island. No doubt they’ve already gotten on the horn and started bleating like the mindless sheep they are to others on their radios about you.” She continued as they began climbing up a small incline. The trees were thinning, and there was a path up ahead, and it looked like there was an old bridge they could cross. “You’re the only one right now. If there were others, I would have heard about them on this.”
He didn’t feel very reassured, even with that statement. A thought occurred to him.
“You never told me your name.”
They came across the bridge. It might have once been painted a pleasing, imperial crimson red, but time had taken its toll on it. Still, it was intact and spanned over the length of a small pond. The night critters had begun their hushed chorus and he had barely noticed until then.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“But then, what do I call you? My name’s James Barnes, but more often I’m called Bucky.”
When she walked, she was quiet. She moved with the purpose to be as quiet as possible. He sought to do the same, in case they ran into any more of those Solarii men. He didn’t fancy having another dozen guns pointed at his person, thank you very much.
“Lara. Lara Croft.”
He stopped halfway across the bridge, startled.
“There’s a way off?”
She paused at the end of the bridge and turned a little to view him more properly. “Yes. There’s a boat. I’ll have to fix it, but I need to take care of a few things first.”
“Anything I can help with?”
“No. I mean..” She hesitated. “Not by now at least. have a safe place where you can stay” she offered, shrugging slightly.
She eyed him a little more critically, her mouth pulling into a shrewd, thin line. “Trained fighter or not, I’m not risking a stray bullet hitting you in the head.” Lara crossed her arms at her chest, rolling her eyes. “Besides.” She took a look at his metal hand. “It shoulkd be useful to defend yourself. But you were just standing there, like a child lost in the mist” a sad smile crawled at her rosy lips as she was speaking.
Lara gave a small nod and turned, motioning him to keep following.
“I can help” he pressed insistently. “Please. At least lemme help with something. You saved me.”
“No, you can’t by now.” She said it in such a matter-of-fact tone, it grated on his nerves. He started after her, silence be damned if it meant catching up.
“And how do you know? You don’t know me, or what I can or can’t do. I can do quite a lot. I killed a lot of people..” Bucky growled loudly, streatching his metal fingers.
She glanced at him as he dropped back, his steps faltering until he stopped. “If you could kill, then you would have done so back there. Those men would have been dead before I met up with you. That’s how I know you can’t do what I need to be done by now to get us out of here. It’s kill or be killed on this island. But for now,” she looked around, sighng, “let’s get to the hideout. It’s gonna rain.”
„Soo… He is like..” Tony looked at Steve
over papers that he held in hand, frowning softy.
“Blinde… Yea I know that… but he is good,
it took me a while to make sure about this but he is good, really good.” Steve
said. “Like really really good. You should see his skills, the things that he
can do. He fights like normal person, even better. He fights like a real hero.”
Tony rolled his eyes. “Come on, Steve! This
guy’s blinde, blinde like a mole. I don’t believe you, how someone like he can
even call himself a hero?”
“Have you read newspapers? He is all over
them… maybe we should at last try… give him a chance. Pleaseee Tony.” Steve
sighed sadly making kind of a puppy eyes.
“Okaaaay! Fine!” Tony muttered. “If
something will happen, it will be your responsibility, Cap.” Man said.
“It always is my responsibility..” Steve
said quietly to himself.
“What?” Tony frowned.
“No! Nothing! Thanks, Tony.” Steve said and
left.
Matt felt a bit uncomfortable, he didn’t
really know this new place very well. He also wasn’t really sure about him
joining Avengers, it was so out of place. Well yes, he was a hero but he wasn’t
like any member of Avengers. However he came anyway.
Cap and Bucky walked into room, Steve
looked at Matt and then at Bucky.
Bucky only shrugged and sat on a couch.
Steve smiled at Matt and offered him hand.
“Mathew Murdock, am I right?”
“Yes, Captain, but Matt is enough.”
Tony walked into the room and looked at
Cap. “Steve…. He is blinde. He for sure won’t see your hand.” He laughed.
Steve smiled awkwardly and immediately his
face became red.
Bucky rolled his eyes and took Tony’s empty cup from a coffee table. “Hey!
Devil! Catch this!” He yelled and threw cap into Matt’s direction. Man caught
it without problem. “I knew that second guy was there.” Matt said happily.
Tony blinked and frowned softly. “Whatever!
And YOU! Never threw my stuff” He growled and left.
Bucky only laughed. “I love to piss him off.”
“Um… Thanks Bucky. So… Matt? Welcome to
Avengers?”
Bucky only facepalmed when Steve again offered his hand to Matt, this guy was
just too nice.
Matt smiled and nodded. “Thank you Captain
Rogers.” Matt said and took Steve’s hand. “I hope that cooperation will be
successful.”
To the writer who commited the fellony that was that comic, this is what in-character Loki is like xD bi af and creating shapeshifting induced confusion for everyone around him, you can’t write him without that Also how could you miss out on having present-day Loki there when both his and Bucky’s old alternate universe versions were there? Like, REALLY??
(Young) Bucky called (young) Loks a good egg and if that is all the canon that I have to base my ship on, I DAMN WILL! (If y’all don’t like Lucky, you should probably get off my page now, cause there’s more where this came from xD)
(I also would like to point out panel 4; that is the expression of someone who is now scarred for life xD like, being a brainwashed assassin was NOTHING compared to this xD)
Lucky is the kinda pairing that will never happen in mainstream canon, but will just be straight up married in some alternate universe xD
(I am still not over the man on the wall comics xD most of all since I meanwhile realised that it was Ewing who wrote the “he brings out the poet in me” line which I will 100% take as Al fricking Ewing being a Lucky shipper xD)
SUMMARY: Tony is asked to make an appearance as Iron Man for Steve’s son’s b-day party. He shows up and surprises everyone.
Author: Killer raccoon
Steve asked Tony to make an appearance as Iron Man at his son’s birthday party, he planned it perfectly so that he knew Pepper would be around when he asked. He’d noticed that Tony had a more difficult time turning down personal requests when Pepper was around. First- because Tony always wanted to impress her. And second- because if Tony did decline, Steve knew that Pepper had grown very good at the art of persuasion and would find a way to convince him. Tony would sometimes decline attending things he didn’t even mind doing, just to see if he could barter with Pepper for some kind of extra reward or incentive. But Pepper was on to his tricks by now. So of course even though Tony was reluctant, making a string of his usual excuses, Pepper was able to get Tony to give in.
Tony arrived at the birthday party, on time, escorted by Pepper.
The house was decked out with every possible Iron Man decoration under the sun. Steve just rolled his eyes, like Tony needed any sort of ego boost, now his face was plastered everywhere with kids practically worshipping at his feet. But much to both Pepper and Steve’s surprise, Tony had altered his suit for the occasion to perform functions and tricks that were safe for kids, and that entertained them for almost two hours. It made Pepper smile to know that Tony had put in the extra effort for these kids, even without her pressuring him to do so. It was his own choice.
After two hours of entertainment, Tony was pretty exhausted. Entertaining kids really took it out of him, plus he still wasn’t sleeping completely. Pepper finally stepped in to relieve Iron Man of his performing duties and Tony graciously accepted her help calming down the kids who couldn’t get enough of him.
When the crowd of kids dispersed for Iron Man red velvet cake, Tony took off his suit and took a seat at a nearby table. Pepper volunteered to retrieve a piece of cake for him while he waited. It was then that Tony spotted a distressed little boy crying in the back of the yard. He looked around for some kind of adult or parent to tend to him but no one seemed to see him from where he sat in the yard. A little time passed and Tony was starting to get anxious that the boy was still unattended to. So he got up and went over to the crying child, trying to comfort him while being completely uncomfortable himself. Through choked back sobs the boy confessed that he had arrived late to the party and missed out on seeing iron man, not recognizing Tony without the suit. Tony was relieved, now this was something he could actually help the small child with.
He went and got the suit and gave the boy a private show, demonstrating the water guns he’d installed in place of the repulsor beams just for the occasion, among other silly alterations he had made. The boy began to laugh and squeal with delight. Pepper watched Tony from across the yard in awe.
The little boy beamed up at Tony and thanked him, saying he was the luckiest boy in the world because he got to hang out with Iron Man. Tony took his helmet and handed it to him, telling the boy he could keep it if he didn’t tell any of the other kids. The boy threw his arms around Tony from his sitting position and pulled Tony down into a hug, thanking him profusely and calling him his best friend. Tony tousled his hair in return and said “you bet!” then encouraged the boy to join the rest of the kids.
Pepper watched as Tony sat in the grass, starting at where the boy had sat, with a stupid grin on his face. She walked over and brought him is cake and leaned down to kiss him on the cheek.
“I’m proud of sou, mrs Iron Man” she said.
They rode home in silence, Pepper gripping Tony’s hand tightly between them.
They got ready for bed separately and climbed in together. There was this pang in Pepper’s heart, playing out the whole scene she had witnessed in her head, over and over again. Tony looked so happy with that little boy. He had made that boy so happy.
They lay there in the semi-dark silence, until “I think we should have a baby!” they both blurted out at the same time.
Both of their faces lit up at the other’s confession, there was sincerity and hope in their eyes. They had a lot to talk about but they wasted no time sharing a sweet kiss, stripping each other, and practicing their baby-making skills that same night.
I hated Bucky
Barnes. He was ruining me. He sent absolutely filthy texts to me at work,
making my face flush and the afternoons long and miserable. I had to
painstakingly pick tops and accessories that covered the bruises and love marks
scattered across my neck and shoulders. My muscles were nearly always in
delightful agony from our rough sessions together. He took any opportunity that
presented itself to strip off his shirt in front of me. The pleasure he derived
from watching me blush and try to tear my eyes away far outweighed any
reservations he still had about his metal arm. He owned me and he knew it.
Although HYDRA had tried their best to snuff out James Buchanan Barnes, the
charming, cocky little shit he had been in the 40s had gradually reemerged.
Bucky and I made a habit of going to the Tower’s gym together just about every
day. He would work his body and fight his demons. He never voiced it, but I
knew he appreciated my presence. He spotted me lifting weights, pushed me on
runs and had insisted on teaching me self defense. It gave him a little peace
of mind knowing I was strong and could take care of myself. He was also greatly
amused when I constantly told him “Fight me.” after we spent a week on hand to
hand combat. Bucky was usually all business while working out, but he was in
rare form today. He spent the entire elevator ride up standing behind me,
sliding his palms up my sides and groping my ass. When we reached the gym floor
I stepped out ahead of him, dodging a very sweaty and tired looking Clint.
Bucky nodded to Clint and followed me out of the elevator, landing a resounding
slap onto my ass as he passed me.
An hour later I had collapsed to the gym floor in a puddle of sweat. Bucky was
lying on a bench across the room, pressing a bar that weighed more than two of
me. As I lay there trying to breathe normally again, I took the opportunity to
admire him. His bare chest and abdomen glistened with sweat and heaved with
exertion. His gym shorts had ridden up slightly, and the brawny muscles in his
thighs bunched as he dug his feet into the floor. His metal arm shone in the
fluorescent light. The quiet whirring sound it emitted and the delicious grunt
he huffed out with every rep made catching my breath more difficult. I was
enthralled with every move his tantalizing body made. I pushed myself up off
the floor and sauntered toward him as his bar clattered back onto the rack. He
sat up and I bit the inside of my cheek as I leaned against the machine next to
him. The veins in his forearms were bulging as he pulled his arm across his
face, swiping away sweat. A stray strand of dark brown hair had fallen from his
loose bun and was plastered to his damp neck. The sweat that had pooled in the
dip of his collarbone rolled slowly down his chest. My eyes followed as it
trickled its way to the waistband of his sweats. I swallowed heavily at the
almost overwhelming impulse to follow the wet trail with my tongue.
“Enjoyin’ the view?”
I ran my tongue over the indention my teeth had left in my lip, still ogling
him shamelessly.
“Its the only enjoyable thing about coming here.”
Bucky huffed out a short laugh and unscrewed the cap off his water bottle.
“Better quit lookin’ at me like that, doll,” he took a long gulp of water,
letting a droplet escape the corner of his mouth and trickle down his chin.
“That door doesn’t lock and I’d hate to accidentally give somebody a show.”
He sat the bottle down, fixing me with his clear blue gaze.
“You know, I’ve always been a bit of an exhibitionist” I purred, brazenly
meeting his intense stare.
His stubbled jaw tightened.
“But I think you have one more set left,” I smirked as I bent to grab his water
bottle, giving him a up close look at my sweat-sheened chest. I straightened,
removed the lid and took several long sips, being sure to let a significant
amount of water escape and rush down my neck and through the valley between my
breasts. Bucky blinked. I made a show of deeply swallowing and let out a
satisfied and slightly sensuous sigh. I noticed Bucky’s flesh hand twitch and I
relished in giving the teasing bastard a taste of his own medicine. I winked
cockily as I pivoted and strutted across the gym to retrieve my bag, feeling
proud of myself for finally gaining one small victory in this game we played.
As I reached the treadmill where I had haphazardly dropped my bag, I heard the
weights rattle as Bucky began to press the bar again.
Bucky was always a silent worker in the gym. Heavy huffs were the only noises
he had ever made. But the bastard was now grunting with every press. Husky,
lustful sounds that made my core flutter. They were sounds I had only heard in
moments of fiery passion. Blurred images of hot skin, gripping hands, rolling
hips and euphoric cries flashed through my mind. I slowly turned back to face
him as he brought the bar down for his last rep. He pressed it from his chest.
Bare, shining skin, every muscle straining, a pornographic sight… and then he
moaned. The fucker unabashedly moaned.
Bucky deposited the bar back onto the rack and let his arms flail to his sides.
As I stared, captivated with his immense, muscular form, his ribcage began to
bounce as he chuckled.
“What the hell are you laughing at?” I hitched my gym bag strap onto my
shoulder and glared at him.
Bucky just swung one powerful leg over the bench and stood. Pinning me with his
lecherous gaze, he crossed the room in a few long strides. He stopped close
enough for me to feel the heat radiating off his body, and the sweet musk of
sweat, soap and leather surrounded me. The combination was potent. I fixed my
eyes on his and tried to ignore the intoxicating effect he had on me. I inhaled
shakily as his metal hand snuck its way to my skin.
“You can try teasin’ me doll,” his words dripped from his mouth like honey,
smooth and decadent. He drew his cool metal finger down my side. “But it’s a
game you just won’t win.”
The fog clouding my brain grew thicker the lower his hand drifted.
The tip of his finger lightly curled just under the hem of my shorts just as
his tongue dragged a short path from just below my ear to my lobe, which he
delicately caught between his teeth. I involuntarily shuddered and he instantly
stepped away. I blinked blankly into his face and exhaled sharply, my mind a
muddled mess.
Bucky winked. “See you upstairs.”
He then spun on his heel and strutted out of the gym. I gaped at his broad back
until he disappeared. The door slammed behind him, jolting me from my dazed
state. Damn him. I knew what he wanted. He expected me to fly after him, a
quivering mess of need and want, begging him to take me in every possible way.
While there is absolutely nothing wrong with being taken every which way by
Bucky Barnes, I was not going to do it this time. I was going to win a round
once.
I knew he would be in the shower, waiting for me to fling the glass door open
and pull him under the water, throwing myself onto his wet skin, skimming my
hands over every reachable inch of his chiseled form, tangling my fingers in
his dripping hair… as I always did. But not this time. I stomped toward the gym
shower, thankful that I had a tiny travel bottle of body wash and an extra
t-shirt buried in my bag. I stripped and stepped under the near scalding spray.
The water flowed through my hair and over my skin, the steam enveloping me for
the next 10 minutes as I imagined all the indulgently dirty things I was going
to do to Bucky Barnes.
I knew I didn’t have long before Bucky would come back looking for me, so I
hurriedly swept a towel over myself before shrugging on the oversized shirt. It
stuck to my still damp skin and my hair left wet spots on my shoulders. I
decided to forgo my sweaty underwear and shorts, making sure my shirt covered
my ass and held the bag strategically placed over my front. I dashed for the
elevator and prayed everyone else was otherwise engaged in the Tower. I
breathed a small sigh of relief when I arrived at Bucky’s room without
encountering any of the others. As I tapped the code to open the door, I bit my
lip, shivering at the thrill of what was about to come.
I let the door close with a bang behind me as I sauntered into the apartment,
tossing my bag onto the couch. The bedroom door flew open and a very irritated
looking Bucky stepped out. He had obviously just finished his shower. The ends
of his hair were still shedding tiny droplets of water and several small
strands stuck to his forehead. He glared at me, clearly disgruntled after being
left to shower alone. He was also naked from the waist up, only wearing
low-slung black sweatpants. Damn, if he wasn’t the most sinful looking piece of
heaven I had ever seen.
“Where did you go? Why do you look like you’ve already showe-…”
He trailed off mid sentence, noting my appearance. His eyes roved over my
figure, assessing my half dressed state.
“What are you wearing?” he asked in a low voice.
“A shirt,” I replied flippantly as I leaned over the couch, rummaging through
my bag for my water. I exaggerated the stretch, making sure he got a glimpse of
my bare ass. “Yours, actually.”
I thought I heard him growl.
“Tell me you did not come all the way up here in that.” His tone was menacingly
calm.
I straightened and faced him, tossing the cap from my bottle over my shoulder.
“I came all the way up here in this.”
Bucky’s eyes darkened. I took long swallows of water and stared back
insolently.
“What if someone had seen you? What if Tony had happened to step in with you?”
I drained the bottle. “So what?”
His jaw clenched and I grinned audaciously.
“You’re mine.”
I crossed my arms. “You don’t own me. I don’t belong to anyone”
Bucky took one slow step toward me.
“You’re mine.”
Then another.
“You’re my girl.”
Another step.
“You’re my dirty little girl. It’s my cock fillin’ your mouth and your tight
cunt. It’s my name you scream every night. No one else’s.”
He was now so close that my breasts, bare under the thin shirt, grazed his
massive chest. His soft breath in my ear contrasted with the rough stubble
scraping my cheek. I wanted to give in. To fall into him, let him ravage me and
indulge every lustful craving. But this time, even if it was just this once, he
would fall apart under me.
“You can’t resist me.”
I tilted my chin, smiling defiantly up at him. My fingertips slithered up the
inside of his right thigh and I squeezed his hardening erection. Raising up on
my toes, I giggled airily, pressing against him until my lips brushed his as I
spoke.
“You’re so right.”
Bucky’s breath hitched. I nibbled on his full bottom lip before sucking it
between my teeth. And then I abruptly pulled away, pushing past him toward the
bedroom door.
“What the hell?” he rasped behind me.
I bit back my smirk. Got him.
“Is there something you need?” I inquired sweetly as I turned to blink
innocently up at him.
Bucky growled, his metal hand lashing out to grasp the back of my neck. I
stopped its advance, clutching his forearm in front of my face. His eyes
flashed beneath his dark brow.
“I said, is there something you need?” I asked again forcefully, letting my
gaze wander from his eyes, to his inviting mouth and back up.
“You know what I need,” he whispered hoarsely.
“Tell me. “I need you.” Say it,” I murmured.
Bucky flexed his jaw. He loved being in control.
“Say please, Bucky,” I breathed alluringly, releasing his arm and running my
fingers over his stubble. “Say it and I can give you everything you want.”
He sighed softly, his crystal eyes peering into mine.
“Please… I want it.”
“Tell me you need me,” I whispered against his lips.
“I need you.”
With his throaty plea, the desire consumed me. “Well, since you asked so
nicely,” I teased as I kneeled in front of him.
I slid my palms up his powerful thighs and hooked my fingers in the waistband
of his sweats. My tongue skimmed along the line where fabric met skin from one
hip to the other. As I gently tugged them down, I placed feathery kisses on
every inch of newly revealed skin. When the pants dropped to his ankles I let
my eyes travel up his frame. He was a solid wall of taut muscle. His hungry
eyes were smoldering at me behind wisps of dark hair. He was the most gorgeous
thing I had ever seen. I kept my eyes locked on his as I took the tip in my
mouth and whimpered when the sweet taste of his precum coated my tongue.
Bucky’s eyes dilated, dark pupils nearly blacking out sky blue. He brought up
both hands to grasp my head, but I and snatched them away.
“I didn’t say you could touch me.”
Bucky arched a brow, bemused. I licked a long stripe from base to tip, still
firmly squeezing his wrists. He sucked in a tight breath.
“No touching” I ordered, dragging my lips along the underside of his cock.
I released his hands and engulfed him in my mouth. Sliding my head up and down,
slicking him and taking more and more of his length. Soon the head was hitting
the back of my throat, producing a wet, choking sound. I took in a long gasp of
air through my nose before pushing my head down, until he was fully sheathed in
my throat and my nose had almost reached the short, black curls at his base. I
swallowed around him, the walls of my throat massaging his girth. I gagged once
and sat back. Bucky was clenching and unclenching his fists, his abs tightening
with each gasping breath. I slipped a hand up the hard ridges and dragged my
nails back down. His cock muffled my mewl. My other hand wrapped around his
shaft and I began to jerk him as I sucked on the head. My tongue circled the
tip with each pull of my hand and mouth. Bucky’s head fell back. His fingers
flexed at his sides, battling the impulse to roughly grip my neck and fuck my
throat as he so often did. Frenzied gagging sounds and guttural grunts filled
the air. Saliva, forced out of the corners of my mouth with every plunge,
rolled from my chin and slid down my throat. It was all so vulgar and
everything I craved. Bucky tipped over the edge with a hoarse cry, swelling in
my mouth.
“Ah… fuck… ssshit…”
He convulsed above me as pleasure wracked his body. I pressed my palm against
him, and his warm, calloused hand gripped my wrist for support as he panted.
The other came to rest on the back of my head, thumb stroking through my hair
as I eagerly drank his load. I moaned around him, shamelessly begging him for
every last drop. He was looking down at me as I slowly released him from my
mouth. Chest heaving, pupils blown, eyes glazed over from his high.
“Now.. Lay down.”
Bucky blinked.
“What?”
I almost felt bad for impeding on his post-orgasmic bliss. Almost.
“On the couch. Lay down. Now.”
He took two steps back and lowered himself onto the couch, still looking
slightly disoriented.
“Don’t move” I murmured.
I stepped up next to him, so close my knees brushed his shoulder. I lifted the
hem of his shirt over my head, revealing my naked form underneath. The cool air
raised chill bumps on my newly exposed skin. I let the shirt drop to the floor
beside me. Bucky’s eyes never left mine as I brought one knee to rest between
his head and the back of the couch. I placed the other on the sofa’s edge and
my hands on the arm rest behind him. I could have come solely from the sight
beneath me. Bucky was gazing up at me from between my legs, his eyes blazing with
desire. His cool breath caressed my slick folds. I shoved a hand through his
soft hair and tugged his face up to my pussy.
“Make me come, Bucky.”
He didn’t have to be asked twice, immediately running his tongue from my
entrance to my clit. His hands came up to clutch my ass, burying his face in my
cunt. The harsh scraping of his stubbled jaw on my inner thighs would be well
worth it. He enclosed my bundle of nerves in his lips and began to flick his
tongue over it while sucking gently.
“Buck… Bucky, shhhit, oh god…”
My high pitched whimpers and breathy curses filled the room. Both of my hands
were twisted in his hair as I rode his pretty mouth. His fingers dug into the
flesh of my ass and he matched my rhythm, tongue stroking from my dripping
entrance to massage my clit with every roll of my hips.
“Oh fuck… don’t stop… I’m so close, baby” I panted breathlessly.
Bucky groaned against my sex and my legs trembled. His rough flesh hand
stretched up and tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck. He wrenched my
head down, arching my body back over him. His cybernetic arm wound around my
waist, firmly holding my pussy to his lips, working my cunt for all he was
worth. Alternating between delicately nibbling and sucking my clit, he landed a
sharp slap to the back of my thigh that sent me spiraling into bliss. I trapped
his head with my legs as I shuddered in pleasure. His unyielding hold on my
hair kept me bent backward, broken and raspy screams falling from my throat.
Eventually my muscles slackened and my cries faded to elated gasps. Bucky’s
mouth lingered against my glistening folds, the tip of his tongue lazily lapped
at my pulsing clit. His swollen lips kissed gingerly, and gentle tremors shook
my body as I floated back to earth. I crawled down his body until I was
straddling his waist, clasping the back of his neck with one hand and splaying
the other through his long hair. He sighed at the sensation and I pressed my
lips to his full mouth. His face was soaked with my orgasm. The taste of my
arousal on his hot tongue drove me wild, and the moan that surged from my
throat was swallowed by his fervid kisses. I was on fire, burning with the need
to be surrounded by him, filled by him. I tugged his hair, yanking his head
back and exposing his neck to my wandering lips.
“Do you want me, baby?” I whispered, my tongue gliding out to taste his skin.
“You want to fuck me into this couch?”
A low moan rumbled in Bucky’s chest as he sat upright. He wrapped his cool
metal arm around my hips, crushing my soft frame to his hard body. His other
hand skimmed up my side and clamped onto the back of my neck. My palms grabbed
at his shoulders as he stood from the couch, his massive strength sweeping me
up as if I was weightless. He turned, delving his tongue into my mouth. I
captured it between my lips and sucked lightly.
“Put your mouth on me.”
He obeyed instantly, dipping his head to slide his lips up the column of my
throat.
“Yes, baby… so good,” I whimpered as Bucky ventured lower, sealing his mouth
onto my nipple, biting softly. “So good for me.”
“Take me, James,” I purred. “I want you inside me.”
Bracing one hand against the arm of the couch, Bucky guided himself to my
opening, swiping his length back and forth through my wetness.
“Now, Bucky,” I pushed, digging my fingertips into his ribs and wrapping my
legs around the back of his thighs.
With a throaty groan, he plunged forward, burying himself fully in one thrust.
With both hands grasping the armrest, he ground his hips against mine, driving
as deep as he could. All the air flew from my lungs as slammed into me with all
the power behind his hips and arms. With each punishing snap of his hips, he
hit a spot that made my head spin and my walls seize around his thick cock.
“Yes, god… oh fuck, Bucky!” I screamed, clinging to him for dear life.
Blinding ecstasy swept my body. His breaths came in irregular heaves and every
muscle was trembling. I knew he was close to coming undone all over again.
“No. Not yet.”
“What?” he grated out.
“You’re not done yet,” I gasped, reaching down to the firm flesh of his ass,
jerking him flush against me. “I want more. Give me one more.”
Bucky growled harshly and pulled himself from me. His hair was falling around
his face, casting dark shadows across his glinting eyes. Sitting back on his
knees, he towered above me, making a ferocious sight. Snatching my ankle, he
hoist my right leg onto his metal shoulder. As he sank himself once more into
my pulsating cunt, he tossed my left leg over the other. He planted his palms
on either side of my head, his bulk forcing me into the cushions. Slipping
completely from me before ramming his length deep into my center, he
desperately drove me toward my undoing. My knees were pinned against my
shoulders, and with every unforgiving thrust, Bucky reached a place within me
he had never been.
“Don’t forget to breathe, darlin’.” His voice was strained, betraying his
struggle to keep his own end at bay.
He held my gaze as our bodies, slick with sweat, fused together again and
again. Hair wisped against my face and each breath he took fanned across my
skin. I choked for air and clung to his immovable arms. His name was the only
word I knew and it fell from my lips in broken gasps and moans, over and over
with each euphoric surge that wrecked my body. As I writhed below him, Bucky
lost control over his climax.
His body went rigid and his cock throbbed inside me. I felt the rush of warmth
spread through my core. Prayers, pleas and profanities spilled from his mouth.
With one final rough cry, Bucky collapsed on top of me. His forehead rested on
my breastbone as he struggled for breath. My eyes drifted closed and I tenderly
carded my fingers through his hair as we basked in paradise together.
“Look at me.”
His cerulean eyes peered into mine, so trusting and vulnerable.
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