Top Bucky Barnes Oneshots (smut and fluff)

#2 Collared (smut)

By FuddleWuddle on Archive of Our Own (Ao3)

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Bucky never thought he'd be using all his observational and spying skills he'd -ahem- accumulated as the Winter Soldier, to learn someone's kinks, but here he is.

Observing one Baron Helmut Zemo like it was the most important mission of his life. And it was.

His sex life.

See, ever since they'd dealt with the Flag Smashers some six months ago, S.H.I.E.L.D and Wakanda had made a deal to let Zemo atone for his crimes by helping the good guys, so instead of his genius brain rotting away in the Raft, he's been here working with Bucky, of all people ("He actually listens to you, Barnes, so he's your problem now"- Thanks Fury) and slowly driving Bucky absolutely insane.

It's like, once Bucky's brain had realised Zemo would actually be sticking around he suddenly became a viable option for all his thoughts and fantasies to obsess over. Then when they started working together and actually got along surprisingly well, Zemo then became someone Bucky could actually see himself with, to his own shock and dismay. No, Bucky couldn't pick someone nice and dependable like Sam, he had to pick the arrogant Baron and ex-mastermind villain with a cloud of chaos constantly surrounding him. Bucky despaired at himself sometimes, he really did.

It had only taken Bucky a week to get on board with his own feelings though, so here he was head over heels in love with the Sokovian, trying to work out his kinks, so that Zemo will actually do something. Bucky knows Zemo likes him, because he's noticed that he's the only he flirts with and the only one he lets touch him unnecessarily so, Bucky knows he's not being a delusional idiot (the delusional part, not the idiot part, he's always an idiot). But it's like something is stopping Zemo from fully embracing this chemistry between them and considering nothing stops him from going after what he wants usually, Bucky can only assume it's a kink of some kind that he thinks Bucky won't like and it'll be a deal breaker. So, here he is, sat in the corner observing the man and trying to work out what kinks Zemo has that he thinks Bucky might not like.

The man in question is sat in another corner of the room (Bucky often spends time hanging round in Zemo's house, neither of them say anything about the fact that Bucky is here more often than his own home and both ignore Sam who looks at them like they're morons) tucked up in a wing backed chair reading a book, with a hand gently resting against his throat.

Looking at the column of his neck covered by the deep purple fabric of his turtleneck, Bucky realised that Zemo often wore clothes that covered or hugged his neck, as if he liked the gentle pressure of it against his skin, as if he could pretend that his throat was restricted. Remembering the reaction the Sokovian thought he'd been able to hide when Bucky had circled his throat with his metal hand; how a flicker of disappointment had settled in his brown eyes when Bucky had pulled away, Bucky connected the dots.

Ah, choking kink.

Bucky could work with that. Why not use his metal arm to bring pleasure for once? There were definitely more though. If Zemo liked to be choked, Bucky could only imagine that he liked the bruises left behind to, so he almost definitely had a marking kink as well. Bucky lost himself for about five minutes thinking about all the places he'd leave bites and bruises on the Sokovian's body and ultimately came to the conclusion that everywhere was the easiest answer to give. He'd relish marking up that pretty neck over and over, so his marks would never fade, knowing that there would be so many more hidden beneath clothes that no one else would be able to see but both of them would know were there. He could press down on a bruise left on his hip or thigh, the pain so pleasurable that Zemo would have to swallow down a moan, lest he bring attention to their own private moment.