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fic excerpt: bucky barnes’s bisexual manifesto
This is from a like 8k threesome PWP that I wrote as a coda to Facepunch that I have never finished and published because it hinges on that last chapter of Facepunch that I just could not get to coalesce, and I’m so soured on Marvel what with all the fucking Nazis that I cannot work on it at the moment, but someday I will come back to this, just so I can finish this fucking fic and publish it. But in the meantime, this is one thousand percent Bucky being my self-insert Bewildered Bisexual who really can’t grasp the concept of how it would even work to be monosexual, because how are these things really different? How could you categorically pick one?? I don’t get where the line is and I just can’t see it.
I’m sure I’ve posted this excerpt before, I think I’ve been working on it for two years now, so.
“Do elaborate, Sergeant,” Carter said.
“I don’t know that I got words for it,” Bucky said. “I just— when it’s mostly up, like that, and you take it in your hand and you can feel it gettin’ the rest of the way hard, and it’s so hot and heavy, and the skin slides so soft over it, and you can take it in and it fills up your mouth and just the smell and the taste of it, the way it presses up against the roof of your mouth and slides over your tongue and you gotta drop your jaw to take it in—“
Steve made a little noise and bit his lip, hands flexing at his sides. “And that,” Bucky said, gesturing at him. “All that’s to say nothin’ of the noises he makes, and how you can just— just take him apart, make him lose his mind, makin’ little noises like that and he puts his hands in your hair and you know he’s not thinkin’ about anything except your mouth an’ you just, you just wanna swallow him down, take him as far as you can and you gotta breathe through your nose—“
“Jesus Christ,” Steve said, putting his hands firmly on his hips— to keep from touching himself, Bucky realized with a smug little thrill— and squirming a little as he stood. “I, yeah.”
“That’s not to say it’s not just as good with a woman,” Bucky went on earnestly, looking to Carter now. “It’s just different. It’s just as good, it’s so good, and with a woman you can just keep goin’ forever until she’s tired of you, you can stay there all night if she wants you to, and it only gets better the longer you’re at it. I tell you there is nothin’ in this world that tastes better on the tip of your tongue than to be just barely inside a woman in the middle of about five or six orgasms, where she’s got the softest part of her thighs wrapped around your neck and — I hope that’s not too forward, Agent Carter, I don’t mean to come off presumptuous, but I’m only tellin’ the truth.”
“Oh,” Carter said, “not at all, Barnes, not at all.” She looked a little distracted. Christ, maybe she’d let him at her. Bucky wanted pretty bad to suck Steve’s dick, but he’d never even been close with Carter before, and he’d bet she was a hair-puller. Thighs that strong around his neck would really be something. He wasn’t sure if she’d be sweet in bed, or if she’d boss him around. He was sort of hoping for the latter, but to get her to the point where she was all lax and lovey would really, really be an achievement.
“I mean,” Barnes said, fidgeting a little as he stood, “I know Steve’s a super soldier now, his tongue probably never gets tired, but— I taught him everything he knows. I mighta held back a trick or two, a man’s gotta have somethin’ in this world. But I wouldn’t presume, ma’am. I just— it’s just— well, even if you never been with a woman, you gotta know how it is, you know, when a woman gets to that point, you know— it’s not like it’s not great when a man gets off, but it’s such a mess. And it’s so— I don’t think I got words for it, but when you got your fingers or your— well, anything long enough— in a woman when she comes, and it’s like she just grabs onto you and squeezes, these little spasms, like— little ripples goin’ through her— that’s just the best thing in the world, to feel that, especially when her breathing goes all funny and comes apart— and sometimes it’s better if she’s tryin’ to be quiet and just can’t help it and you get her so far gone you can just set her off again—“
He was really turned-on, he realized abruptly, and he swallowed hard, collecting himself. Steve was just about beside himself with lust, which was all to the good. Carter was harder to read, but she had a bit of a glazed look.
fic excerpt: bucky barnes’s bisexual manifesto
This is from a like 8k threesome PWP that I wrote as a coda to Facepunch that I have never finished and published because it hinges on that last chapter of Facepunch that I just could not get to coalesce, and I’m so soured on Marvel what with all the fucking Nazis that I cannot work on it at the moment, but someday I will come back to this, just so I can finish this fucking fic and publish it. But in the meantime, this is one thousand percent Bucky being my self-insert Bewildered Bisexual who really can’t grasp the concept of how it would even work to be monosexual, because how are these things really different? How could you categorically pick one?? I don’t get where the line is and I just can’t see it.
I’m sure I’ve posted this excerpt before, I think I’ve been working on it for two years now, so.
“Do elaborate, Sergeant,” Carter said.
“I don’t know that I got words for it,” Bucky said. “I just— when it’s mostly up, like that, and you take it in your hand and you can feel it gettin’ the rest of the way hard, and it’s so hot and heavy, and the skin slides so soft over it, and you can take it in and it fills up your mouth and just the smell and the taste of it, the way it presses up against the roof of your mouth and slides over your tongue and you gotta drop your jaw to take it in—“
Steve made a little noise and bit his lip, hands flexing at his sides. “And that,” Bucky said, gesturing at him. “All that’s to say nothin’ of the noises he makes, and how you can just— just take him apart, make him lose his mind, makin’ little noises like that and he puts his hands in your hair and you know he’s not thinkin’ about anything except your mouth an’ you just, you just wanna swallow him down, take him as far as you can and you gotta breathe through your nose—“
“Jesus Christ,” Steve said, putting his hands firmly on his hips— to keep from touching himself, Bucky realized with a smug little thrill— and squirming a little as he stood. “I, yeah.”
“That’s not to say it’s not just as good with a woman,” Bucky went on earnestly, looking to Carter now. “It’s just different. It’s just as good, it’s so good, and with a woman you can just keep goin’ forever until she’s tired of you, you can stay there all night if she wants you to, and it only gets better the longer you’re at it. I tell you there is nothin’ in this world that tastes better on the tip of your tongue than to be just barely inside a woman in the middle of about five or six orgasms, where she’s got the softest part of her thighs wrapped around your neck and — I hope that’s not too forward, Agent Carter, I don’t mean to come off presumptuous, but I’m only tellin’ the truth.”
“Oh,” Carter said, “not at all, Barnes, not at all.” She looked a little distracted. Christ, maybe she’d let him at her. Bucky wanted pretty bad to suck Steve’s dick, but he’d never even been close with Carter before, and he’d bet she was a hair-puller. Thighs that strong around his neck would really be something. He wasn’t sure if she’d be sweet in bed, or if she’d boss him around. He was sort of hoping for the latter, but to get her to the point where she was all lax and lovey would really, really be an achievement.
“I mean,” Barnes said, fidgeting a little as he stood, “I know Steve’s a super soldier now, his tongue probably never gets tired, but— I taught him everything he knows. I mighta held back a trick or two, a man’s gotta have somethin’ in this world. But I wouldn’t presume, ma’am. I just— it’s just— well, even if you never been with a woman, you gotta know how it is, you know, when a woman gets to that point, you know— it’s not like it’s not great when a man gets off, but it’s such a mess. And it’s so— I don’t think I got words for it, but when you got your fingers or your— well, anything long enough— in a woman when she comes, and it’s like she just grabs onto you and squeezes, these little spasms, like— little ripples goin’ through her— that’s just the best thing in the world, to feel that, especially when her breathing goes all funny and comes apart— and sometimes it’s better if she’s tryin’ to be quiet and just can’t help it and you get her so far gone you can just set her off again—“
He was really turned-on, he realized abruptly, and he swallowed hard, collecting himself. Steve was just about beside himself with lust, which was all to the good. Carter was harder to read, but she had a bit of a glazed look.
