~Marvel: Bucky Barnes X Listener NSFW: Powerless~ {Patreon Exclusive}

It's fun to watch silly horror movies with Bucky, but this time you're not gonna do much watching......

Contains: Fanfic Style Audio, Bondage (Holding Down), Fingering, Choking, Breathplay Slightly Under Negotiated Kink, RACK (Risk Aware Consensual Kink), Power Kink, Strength Kink, Kissing, Dirty Talk, Bareback Sex, Petname (Doll)

Isn't it just like a campy horror movie to have sex while watching a horror movie and then a real killer comes and gets you from behind. But that's not what happens in this audio lol. I wanted to have like a cute little, "Oop, I accidentally revealed one of my kinks/weird crushes, what's gonna happen" moment. I also wanted to do fanfic style since I've been really like doing them. I feel like being able to add actual direction to what's going on is nice instead of having the listener imagine it. Regardless, I hope you all enjoy!

~Audio Transcript Below~

The fact that you're able to watch horror movies with Bucky this Halloween is a testament to how far he's come. Before, when he was still recovering from Hydra's grasp on him, it would be almost impossible for him to watch any movie with suspense or with anything resembling high intensity action. Now, you're cuddled on the couch in your apartment, most of the lights off except for the television, watching a Horror Movie.

To be fair, it's not the most terrifying Horror movie you could possibly be watching, but you've found that Horror movies from the 80's have just enough camp in them for Bucky to feel more comfortable, and that's what really matters after all.

Friday the 13th Part 6: Jason Lives is one of your favorites in particular, and you feel that Bucky might enjoy a bit of the campy gore, and for the most part you've been right, or, you think you might be, it's kind of hard to tell considering both of you have spent most of the movie intermittently making out with one another. Bucky seems perfectly content with this however, one of his hands grips high on the inside of your thigh, squeezing as he pushes his tongue into your mouth.

One of the times that you're actually watching the movie, is when Jason is in the RV, and presses the girl Nikki's face into the metal wall, and you can see the impression on her face on the outside. It's completely ridiculous, and you know it is, but it's unexpected and that's the point, and you can't help but smile when Bucky actually laughs out loud, leaning against you and chuckling into your neck, peppering kissing on it in between.

"I've always thought that that was kind of hot....."

You don't know why you say it, but now that it's out there, and Bucky's chuckling has stopped, you find the need to justify what you mean.

"I mean, I've always thought Jason as kind of hot, in that silent intimidating kind of way.......but like, that display of power? Do you know how actually strong you'd have to be to be able to make someone's face indent in metal like that?" Oh God you're rambling.

"Just the thought of being held down by someone that strong while they take advantage of you.....you wouldn't be able to squirm away or anything....."

Bucky is silent for a few more moments, and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest while you contemplate if you can find a way to play the past minute off as a joke. Bucky moves however, pulling away from your neck and looking you in the eyes. You swallow at the dark, knowing look in them.

He reaches up, very slowly, maintaining eye contact, and you flinch only slightly as the metal tips of his fingers brush your throat. They encircle your neck, not hard, just with enough pressure for you to know it's there. "I think I could do something like that," he murmurs, and you swallow roughly, violently aware of the flush of arousal that blooms within you.

Oh, God, he's taking your awkward little confession and running with it. You swallow again before you speak. "I--I mean...."

Wow, real eloquent. Bucky however, doesn't seem to mind, and he grips the side of your neck just a little bit tighter. It causes your own breath to stutter, and a smile pulls at his lips.

"I won't take advantage of you.........but it's honestly sexier that you want this that badly, huh?"

You moan softly, your brain trying to catch up to the idea that Bucky is into this too. Sure, you've tried a little bit of Bucky holding you down and have talked about the idea of maybe adding a little choking but the sudden possibility of him holding you down and fucking you while you can't do anything but take it makes it feel like you're about to blow up with how quickly a blush rushes to your cheeks. You open and close your mouth several times to try to answer, but nothing comes out other than a soft moan as Bucky tightens his fingers just that little bit tighter against your throat. He chuckles again.

"Don't worry Doll, I'll give you what you need....."

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Movie forgotten but still running, Bucky quickly strips you of your clothing, no-nonsense. Maybe he was plotting a way to fuck you on the couch already, and you just gave him the perfect opportunity. You wouldn't put it past him honestly. Bucky Barnes is a lot more devious than people give him credit for.

He clicks his tongue in displeasure and that brings you out of the pleasure fog that's already starting to descend over your brain. You ask what's wrong and he responds. "Need Lube...."

You scramble and reach into the back of the cushions and retrieve a small lube bottle, trying hard not to flush at the look Bucky gives you.

He raises an amused brow. "In the couch....? You plan this?"

"Happy coincidence!" You gasp, shoving the bottle as quickly as you can into his fingers.

Rolling his eyes fondly at you, he opens the bottle, covering the fingers of his right hand before reaching down and circling them around your entrance. You can't help but shiver and moan at the slightly cold feeling. He hushes you softly. "You're horny enough that they'll warm up just fine......"

You can't help but moan again as his fingers breach you, gently at first, but after a minute or so, you feel his metal hand slowly brushing up your sternum, until it reaches its destination once again around your throat. Not squeezing just yet, but enough for you to know that it's there, and the warbling moan that comes out of you makes Bucky chuckle again, and start moving his fingers faster inside you. "So impatient, Doll,” he admonishes. "I haven't even started to hold you down...."

You try to tell him you know, that it's the principle and anticipation that's the thing, but the only thing that actually comes out of your mouth is another moan, because Bucky—the bastard—crooks his fingers into your sweet spot right as you try. You know he did it on purpose too, if the slightly sadistic smile on his face is anything to go by.

"Ass," you call him through panted breaths, and he shrugs one shoulder as he starts to pinch the sides of your neck, making more pants and moans eek out of you.

He's starting to pant too, softly, as he watches you start to squirm on his fingers. He praises you in a hushed voice. "Yeah, Doll.......look at you....already so far gone and I've hardly even touched you........can't wait to see what you look like when I'm fucking you and holding you down and the only thing you can do is take it."

That gets the loudest moan out of you yet, and you start to beg him to finger you faster or to just start fucking you, wanting nothing more than to be already be at that part, the part where he's fucking his cock into you.

He gets three fingers into you now, thrusting them fast and a little hard, but you find that you don't care, the slight pain completely overshadowed by the pleasure, especially when he starts to actually grip the sides of your throat with his metal hand hard enough that it's actually getting a little hard to breath. The wet slapping sounds of him finger fucking getting washed out by the blood starting to roar in your ears.

You're babbling pleas now, wanting him to please get on with it and fuck you while holding you down so hard there's no chance you could dislodge him while he has his way with you.

He's praising you more now too, filthy words murmured as he makes you take his fingers. "So good.....so fucking gone already.....I wonder how blissed out you'll be when I'm making you take my cock....."

Wailing, you beg him to please, please hurry up and stick his cock in you. You promise him that you're more than ready, and honestly, whether you are or not, the idea of it slightly hurting along with the pleasure isn't exactly as much of a turn off as it probably should be.

"You sure?" He asks gently, stilling his fingers but not pulling them from you.

More moaning, squirming and assurances from you that "Yes, God yes, I'm ready please fuck me right now!" seem to be enough for him, and he finally pulls his fingers from you.

You moan softly at the loss, but he hushes you tenderly. "Don't worry Doll, I've got you......I'll give you what you need."

It's only now that he reaches down to undo the zipper of his pants that you realize you're completely naked and he's practically clothed, and that makes your hips buck as he pulls his cock out from his jeans. You just know that your ass is going to be rubbed raw by his zipper, but you hardly care.

Another breathless whine slips out of you as he continues to have one hand around your throat, while the other reaches for the lube he set on the coffee table. With quick movements, he flips the bottle open and squeezes an amount out onto his palm, shutting it and putting it back on the coffee table without getting the lube everywhere. 'That should absolutely not be as hot as it is', you think wildly as he strokes the lube over himself, moaning softly as he does.

"You ready, Doll?"

You nod fervently, and he laughs.

"Eager," he notes with a dark, dangerous tint to his voice, and you whine, maintaining eye contact with him as he shifts your thighs open more and presses his cock into you, finally, finally.

Once he breaches you, you can't keep the eye contact anymore, the wonderful stretch of him making your eyes almost roll back into your head. Yes, it still burns a little, but it's good, it's so fucking good.

"Yeah, it's good Doll," Bucky says, and it takes you a few embarrassingly long moments to realize that you said that last part aloud.

Bucky simply smiles at you. "Don't worry, I got you......just worry about being good and taking my cock, yeah?"

You open your mouth to moan or to answer him or both—you're not sure which—but he takes that moment to actually start gripping the sides of your neck and thrusting into you, and your eyes roll up into your head all over again.

Now that he's inside you, he's relentless with his thrusts. They're not necessarily harsh, pounding thrusts—yet—but coupled with the fact that he's gripping your throat tight in one hand and your hip with another, you find that you can't really move all that much, and it's exactly what you fucking wanted.

Plus his words, his words. Every now and again your brain keys in to what he's saying, the dirty things he's muttering to you as he pushes his cock in and out of you.

"Oh, you love this don't you, being taken....being used......just held down and fucked into like you're nothing but a sleeve made for that purpose. I'm not even holding you down that hard and you're already this far gone......you just love it, the power I have over you right now....."

You admit you do love it, quite loudly in fact. As you do, he start to thrust harder, and you become peripherally aware of other parts of your body other than your neck and where Bucky's fucking into you. With the harsher movements, your arms are starting to move more where they're laying limply by your head, and while you could use them to reach out, grab onto Bucky, the idea of leaving them there to just move however they're going to move while Bucky uses you is a far more arousing prospect, so you leave them be.

You're brought back from your half fucked out musings to Bucky growling and swearing under his breath. "Fucking look at you.....so blissed out.....screaming your goddamn head off even while I choke you."

And you realize, yes, you are screaming. It's punched out and choked, but every time Bucky thrusts into you, rubs against that same sweet spot inside of you, the sound just comes out. You have no control over it, just as you have no control over how Bucky fucks you.

"Yes, that's it Doll, let it take you away......" Bucky encourages. "I'm going to give you a nice big squeeze, really make you lightheaded as I fuck you......you want that? You want to come half blacked out? Nothing more important to you than my cock fucking you?"

You beg, yes, yes, yes! You want that, you want that so fucking bad!

He chuckles through gritted teeth and gives you just that, adjusting his hands and his hips and suddenly you feel like you can't get a breath. You obviously can because he's not actually depriving you of air, just blood flow, but it's making the edges of your vision fuzzy, and you don't have to focus on anything more than Bucky's hand around your throat and hip, and his dick bringing you so much goddamn pleasure. It's all that matters, it's all you want and you have it and it's so good and—

Your hips would jack knife off the couch if Bucky wasn't holding you. He's removed his hand from your neck and awareness and blood comes back to you in one powerful rush and suddenly you can hear him.

"Come Doll, come....that's it.....come on my cock~"

You can't do anything but obey him, and throw your head back and come, squeezing his cock inside you like you never want it to leave.

Another gut wrenching moan rips out of you as you feel Bucky's cock throb inside you as you repeatedly clench around it, him coming inside you with a punched out growling moan of his own.

"Oh yes, coming....fuck, coming~! Take it, oh fucking take it~"

You whine at the hot feeling of his come inside you, or maybe that's just your imagination from how blissed out and well fucked you are, but the idea that you can feel it always makes your body clench extra tight, wanting that, wanting more out of him.

It takes you what must be long minutes to come back to yourself, still panting, but also feeling wrung out. You blink, "God....." you say weakly, and Bucky just laughs above you.

He's pulled out of you know, you realize, and you wonder exactly when he did that, before he leans down and kisses you right on the lips. That brings your attention back to him, and you kiss him back, humming softly.

"There you are...." he says fondly when he pulls away. "Liked that did you?"

His stupid smarmy smile makes you roll your eyes and reach up a hand to weakly punch him in his pec before letting it flop down again beside you. "Ass," you repeat, fondly.

He leans down to kiss you again. "But really, that was good?"

You nod and respond, yes, it was amazing. "Who'd've thought that my stupid little comment would get me here?"

Bucky laughs again. "I'd say it's quite the success, considering how it ended......"

You nod, and your attention is brought to how sweaty and sticky you feel, you clear your throat and shiver a little as you feel Bucky's come leaking out of you.

"Clean up?" Bucky asks, and you nod, thankful as always for how in tune he is to how you're feeling.

You yelp only slightly as he easily lifts you up off the cough, presumably to take you to the bathroom. You glance at the TV as you pass it, the movie still playing and you laugh, making Bucky give you a look. "We're missing the movie."

He rolls his eyes fondly at you and continues to the bathroom. "Oh damn, I guess we'll have to watch it again....." he says.

Throwing him a mischievous look, you ask, "Do you think it'll have the same outcome?"

Bucky kisses you on the head. "Who knows, Doll. I guess we'll just have to see."