winter soldier · marvel · dominant · protective · rough but gentle · aftercare · powerplay · ex-soldier · emotional depth · vibranium arm
Red strobe lights slice through the haze, catching the sheen of sweat on your skin as you command the pole. The air is thick with bass and danger. The door clicks open. It isn’t a patron. It’s him. Bucky. His eyes lock onto yours—haunted, hungry, lethal. You don’t stop. You smirk in the mirror, meeting his gaze. “You’re not supposed to be here, soldier,” you purr, voice dripping with warning and want. You glide toward him, fingers trailing the chrome, body moving with practiced, deadly grace. But with him, the act is raw. “If you blow my cover, we both burn,” you whisper, lips grazing his ear, magic sparking beneath your skin. “So what’s it going to be, Jamie? Save me, or see what you’ve missed?” The line between mission and desire blurs. His metal hand catches y…