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imjustace · 3 years ago

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for later cos it's 3am and I need sleep but IMMA read in the morning

* smut/mention of smut

happy secret ∣∣ bucky is having lunch with Nakajima after 2 years of not talking with him. Yori wants him to go on a date with Leah (the bartender) but encounters a pleasant surprise.

something about you ∣∣ bucky never thought he would ever start liking you but then he realizes that he not only likes you. He loves you and you love him, too. Both of you denied your feelings until one day...

love language ∣∣ bucky asks reader, who works at the compounds coffee shop out for a date! It's his first date since the 40’s and he is all nervous and shy.

forget-me-not ∣∣ bucky falls in love with the local flower shop owner and she does the same.

oasis * ∣∣ the reader calms bucky down after they see the news of John Walker.

everything I ever wanted ∣∣ what happens when Bucky didn't fall off the train? Instead comes back to you and finds out a pleasant surprise.

i will come back to you. It's a promise ∣∣ you and Bucky made a promise. But what happens when one of you breaks that promise?

take me with you ∣∣ you and Bucky are going on a mission with Steve and Sam but would they let you if they knew you and Bucky will never come back?

little joy AU (series)∣∣ you and bucky decide to move into a beautiful cottage in the woods and start a family. In the end, it's all the big and small moments that matter with your loved ones.

insecurities ∣∣ bucky comforting s/o with her insecurities.

warmth * ∣∣ bucky helps you deal with the cold.

thunderstorms ∣∣ reader is afraid of thunderstorms but bucky is there to give her comfort.

rockabilly ∣∣ sam introducing his friend to bucky, where the reader has a big rockabilly aesthetic.

the woman with the wolf AU (series) ∣∣ bucky keeps having the same dream, the same woman with the same wolf. What happens when he actually finds her?

metal arm = canvas ∣∣ you paint over bucky's metal arm.

red string ∣∣ you can see people's red strings connecting them with their soulmates but you were born without one... until one day.

away from me ∣∣ sometimes the villain falls in love with the hero in the first place.

nightmare ∣∣ bucky comforts you after a nightmare.

milkshake and a coffee ∣∣ you work as a waitress in a local cafe little did you know the shy guy from the art school has a pretty friend.

saviour complex ∣∣ bucky feels insecure of the thought that you are with him because of your savior complex. when you, bucky and your teammates get drunk a question arises, which leaves bucky to think things that are not true...

i know ∣∣ reader meets Bucky for the first time and they end up dating a month later. They are sleeping in bed and he has a nightmare but doesn’t want to tell her but she already knows.

jacket for my soldier ∣∣ being a fashion designer is a big advantage when you want to surprise your super-soldier.

jacket for my soldier 2 ∣∣ going to latvia to help bucky with a mission, you have to design a guest room as a distraction.

sex pollen * ∣∣ while on mission you get affected by pollen, which makes crave having sex with one particular super-soldier.

werewolves ∣∣ bucky is an alpha without even knowing it until one day he has to give you some of his blood. what happens when you start feeling weird, too?

winter storm * ∣∣ you are caught in a terrible winter storm and bucky has no other chose than to keep you warm.

relieve the pain ∣∣ hairdresser reader gives bucky a scalp massage to help him during a headache.

what the hell * ∣∣ steve finds out that his little sister is not innocent anymore.

you can do it! ∣∣ bucky encourages you during the labor of his child.

the tattoo * ∣∣ you get a tattoo dedicated to your boyfriend and he is head over heels for it.

back alley * ∣∣ you hide bucky from in your car after the fight with the flag smashers.

have you ever been in love? ∣∣ bucky plays truth or dare with the avengers but this mind wanders somewhere else. what happens when he finds out the truth?

in other words ∣∣ you like singing to bucky.

marshmallows ∣∣ you and bucky can't sleep so you decide to do smth else.

you are soo handsome! ∣∣ you see 40s bucky at the museum.

heart-shaped * ∣∣ you buy a sexy pair of jeans to get bucky's attention.

little spoon ∣∣ you are not used to being a little spoon but bucky is here to change that.

taste of love ∣∣ bucky is not ready to tell how much he loves you but he finds another way to say it.

when? * ∣∣ you finally get what you want.

red ∣∣ bucky calms you after a nightmare.

coming home kiss ∣∣ a prank doesn't go well.

home * ∣∣ bucky needs to feel you after being away on a mission.

lemon cake ∣∣ bucky comes home after surviving the war.

cat bell ∣∣ bucky, steve and natasha go to investigate when classified information is stolen from S.H.I.E.L.D. little did bucky know it wasn't an ordinary file stealing...

prelude no.15 raindrop ∣∣ cuddling with bucky while he plays the piano on a rainy day.

the least ∣∣ you take care of bucky after a mission.

hidden lock ∣∣ you gave everything to protect bucky but he ended up leaving you anyway. what happens when years later you found yourself being drawn to him again...

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imjustace · 3 years ago

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Toys and Tomorrows

In which your roommate asks you out on a date, and you catch him playing with a special toy.

Roommate!Bucky x fem!reader

Warnings: this is mostly porn with a little bit of plot; smut (praise kink, sex toys, piv sex, squirting, hand job, i think thats it?); pet names (ace, baby, sweetheart, etc.)

Words: 3.9k cause I'm a wordy bitch

18+ only, Minors DNI

A/n: Thank you so so much @sgthufflebadgerinthetardis for this request, it was super fun and different from what I've been writing the past few weeks. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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Tonight was your favorite night. Every time your roommate would get back from a mission, he would come home and sleep for a day. Then, the next night was movie night. Your favorite night. And why was it your favorite night? Because for two and a half hours, you would be able to snuggle up to Bucky Barnes, the sexiest, sweetest, best guy you had ever known.

You could always count on Bucky to make you smile and feel valued, with kind words and little touches throughout the day. He made you breakfast in the mornings when he got up first. He never left the toilet seat up, making double sure it was down at night because he had seen your zombie-like trudge to the bathroom in the early hours of the morning and he didn’t want you to fall in. He held you when you were sad and let you borrow his hoodies when he was out of town. All in all, he was the perfect guy.

The only problem was that he wasn’t yours. If he liked you back, you didn’t know it. It was a very real possibility, in your mind, that he was only this kind to you because he lived with you. That was fine, you couldn’t imagine him ever liking you back. He was an Avenger, for goodness sake, there’s no way he would be interested in you when he’s constantly surrounded by women like Natasha. So instead of dwelling on what you would never have, you decided to just savor the moments you had with him and enjoy being roommates.

After work, you came home and got a quick shower and slipped into a pair of soft, flowy pj shorts and a loose tank top. Your hair was pulled up and out of your face, nice and comfy for the night. Your bare feet pattered on the linoleum floor of the kitchen as you fixed a frozen pizza and whipped up some microwave cakes-in-a-mug for dessert. The timer dinged for the pizza and you slid it off the oven rack onto a pan so you could cut the crispy crust into slices.

“Hey princess,” Bucky’s gravely, sleep laden voice called from the living room. He shuffled in, dressed only in his black boxer briefs and dog tags, hair sticking up every which way, and a red mark on his face where it had been pressed against his metal hand for hours. Your heart melted into a gooey puddle as he made his way over to you and wrapped you up in a big hug. He draped his large frame over you and breathed deeply.

“Missed you,” he mumbled into your hair, appreciating the scent of your shampoo mixed with the scent that was distinctly you.

“Missed you too, pretty boy.”

He hummed happily and stood up. “What movie are we watching tonight?”

“It’s your turn to pick! You wanna watch the Lord of the Rings again? Or maybe Star Wars?”

“Hmmm I wanna watch Return of the King if you’re ok with it. How can I help?”

You bit your lip in an effort to contain your excitement. He picked the longest movie of the three originals, clocking in at a whopping three and a half hours. That meant you had over three hours to cuddle with Bucky. “Uh yeah if you can carry this pan to the coffee table, and set this trivet underneath to keep the heat from ruining the wood. I’ll bring dessert and drinks.”

“As you wish, princess,” he grinned, taking the hot pan with his metal hand and the trivet with his other hand into the living room. He popped the movie into the DVD player and got it all set up while you popped the top off a couple drinks and brought them into the living room.

//\\//\\

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t focus on the movie. You could focus on the smell of Bucky’s soap, you could focus on the way his arm was wrapped around you, you could focus on the way his rough fingers kneaded the soft flesh of your hip when the movie got intense. But you couldn’t focus on Aragorn or Merry and Pippin. Your head dropped softly onto Bucky’s shoulder and his head came to rest on yours. It was intimate, gentle, and you wished it would lead to so much more. But of course it didn’t. Aragorn made off with the crown and his lady love, the ring was destroyed, and the credits rolled. In a moment of bravery, you tilted your head slightly and kissed his shoulder ever so softly.

Bucky lifted his head and moved his arms up to stretch, and you shifted off of him, thankful he didn’t say anything and half way hoping he didn’t even notice. Huh, you thought to yourself as you glanced down at his lap. He was sporting a half-chub, but you didn’t think anything of it. He had told you that it happened when he was really sleepy, and you expected him to shuffle off to his room like he always did when this happened with a rosy blush tinting his cheeks. You stood and stretched too, a good tall one that made your legs quiver and your tummy tense.

“Hmmmm,” you hummed contentedly as your arms flopped back to your sides. “Good movie choice, ace.” You picked up the dishes and took them to the kitchen, brushing the crumbs out into the trash can before soaking them in super hot water. While you were doing so, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and Bucky pinned you against the cabinets. You could feel his semi-hard cock pressing into the top of your ass and it took your breath away.

“That date you went on last week, is he gonna work out?” Bucky whispered, tickling the baby hairs on the back of your neck.

“No,” you breathed.

“Will you go out with me tomorrow? Like on a real date, not just hanging out?” His voice was so deep it rumbled through your chest deliciously.

“I’d love to.” You reached up and turned the faucet off, then spun around to face him. “Thought you’d never ask,” you said, almost a little shy.

“Been too scared, I didn’t wanna mess this up. But it’s not enough for me to just pick a long movie every couple weeks and hold you any more. I want more, but only if you do too.” He suddenly seemed nervous, open and scared of rejection. “If you don’t, we can pretend this never happened, I promise I won’t be upset with you.”

You ran your fingers through his wild hair and tugged his face down so you could press a timid kiss to his lips. His lips were softer than you were anticipating, and he tasted like cherry chapstick. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip and you opened to him instinctively. The slip slide of his tongue against yours drew a gasp from you and you melted into him. His lips traveled from yours down your chin and across your jaw before dipping down to follow the curvature of your neck. He only stopped when he reached the strap of your tank top. “Sorry, got carried away,” he grumbled against your soft skin.

“Don’t be,” you giggled.

“‘M gonna finish this job tomorrow after our date, if you want.” He brushed his lips on your forehead before taking a few steps backwards. He adjusted himself through his underwear and your eyes were glued there, watching a wet spot of precum grow where he inadvertently pressed the fabric against his weeping tip. “Tomorrow,” he growled.

You whimpered and leaned against the counter for support. “Tomorrow,” you agreed before scampering out of the room. You were afraid you would jump his bones if you didn’t.

You couldn’t stop smiling to yourself as you got undressed for bed. When Bucky was gone he always made sure to give you one of his hoodies to wear, and you hadn’t given it back to him yet. Tonight, instead of sleeping naked like usual, you slipped his hoodie over your bare skin, savoring the scent of him surrounding you and the way the rough, worn fabric inside felt as it moved against you.

You couldn’t hardly believe he asked you on a date, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to sleep a wink. But, you were so exhausted from work this week it didn’t take you long to drift off into peaceful sleep.

//\\//\\//\\

A soft rustling sound woke you up gently and you cracked your eyes open a peek to see what it was. Bucky was in your room shuffling through the pile of dirty clothes you had discarded earlier. He must have found what he was looking for because he stood abruptly and hurried silently out the door, closing it behind him like a ghost. Weird, you thought. You were suddenly wide awake but didn’t dare move yet. You waited a few minutes until you couldn’t hear any movement coming from Bucky’s room and then you sat up as slowly as you could so the bed didn’t creak. The plan was for you to creep out and around the corner to see if you could see what Bucky had taken from your room, but then you heard his voice.

It was almost imperceptible, so soft and quiet that had the air conditioning been running you wouldn’t have been able to hear it. Finally you reached your door and opened it ever so carefully. There it was again, he whispered something that sounded awfully close to your name. Curiosity was bubbling into excitement at the possibilities.

Each tip-toed step was tedious as you made your way to his doorway, but nothing in this world could have prepared you for the sight you were greeted with. He was spread out on the bed, completely naked, eyes screwed shut and face flushed bright red. His chest was red, too, and had a thin sheen of sweat glistening in the soft lamp light. That alone was enough to have slick pooling at your core, but then you saw what his fist was doing.

He had a clear stroker toy in his hand, moving up and down his length, varying speeds every now and then. At the bottom of the toy nearest to him, he had wrapped something black around his dick. You knew that fabric. That was your underwear from today, a small, black lacy thong. Your mouth fell open and thighs clenched as he whimpered your name like a prayer. In a moment of courage, you strode into the room and moved toward him.

“God, y/n, feel so good,” he mumbled.

“Do I?”

He yelled and his eyes popped open. “Ah! Damn it y/n you scared me!” Then his face got even redder and he tried to cover himself up quickly. “Ah shit shit sorry I’m sorry don’t look I just—”

“Don’t stop,” you whispered, suddenly shy again. “Can I join you? I might feel better than that toy, and technically it’s tomorrow.”

He gaped at you like a fish out of water. “You aren’t mad?”

“Of course not, that’s hot as hell,” you giggled. You took off his hoodie and threw it over towards the chair in his room, then sat on the bed beside him. His eyes drug over you, making you feel even more exposed than you already were.

“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” his said in awe. He pulled the toy off of himself and reached out for you. You got up on the bed to straddle his lap, and when you did you let your wet folds drag over his throbbing cock.

“Mmffuck baby, you’re right. Way better than the toy.”

“Oh, you mean when I do this?” You smirked at him and rocked your hips against him, loving the way his eyes fluttered closed for a millisecond and then snapped back to you, like he wanted to close his eyes but couldn’t bear to miss a moment. You ground against him another couple times and then grabbed the toy and the panties from beside him.

“Stoplight system, ok? Green good, yellow slow, red stop?”

“Yes baby yes,” he whined, his hands gripping your hips in an effort to increase the friction between you.

“Open your mouth, pretty boy.” His eyes blew wide and his lips parted obediently, allowing you to stuff your panties in his mouth. They muffled his moan as he tasted you on them, but it didn’t make it any less sexy. “If you need to spit them out to call a color, do it. Otherwise, keep ‘em in.” He nodded eagerly and you moved his toy between your hands. It was soft, squishy, and delightfully clear. There were still stripes of precum and lube inside it, so you didn’t add any more.

You slid down his thighs and shifted so you were kneeling between his knees. You lined up the opening of the stroker on his tip and pushed it down all the way in one smooth motion. He fisted the sheets and keened, hips raising to meet you. One of these days, you’d love to use it to tease him, but tonight you just wanted to make him feel good. You used all your strength to squeeze the pocket pussy as you moved it up and down his length, watching the clear end of it fill with off-white precum.

“Oh god, baby, yes just like that please oh fuck yes feels so good thank you fuuuck yes ‘m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” his voice got higher and higher, muffled and barely understandable through the lace, punctuated by gasping breaths as you jacked him off. You had clearly underestimated how vocal he was going to want to be.

“Good boy, ace, doin’ so good for me.” He whined, brows crinkling together and mouth hanging open while his chest and face flushed bright red. “You like watching me yank your dick for you? You gonna be a good boy and fill this cute little toy up? Pretend it’s my hot cunt? I’m dripping for you already, Buck. Cum for me, be a good pretty boy and make a mess,” you cooed. Where this confidence came from, you had no idea, but it was a powerful feeling knowing he was putty in your hands.

He did exactly as you asked him to. His whole body seized up and you could feel his dick twitching in your hands as he came hard, spurts of white filling the clear bulb on the end of the toy. You continued to stroke him gently through his high to make the pleasure last as long as possible until his metal hand shot down and grasped your wrist.

He spit out the underwear and drew in a deep breath, making sure you stayed still.

“Damn, y/n. Shoulda asked you out a long time ago.”

That surprised you a little. Surely he hadn’t liked you for that long, you would have known it. “Just cause I can rub one out for you?”

“Hell no,” he said grumpily. “Even if we never do anything sexual again, I would still wish I had asked you out sooner. Like, the day we met kind of sooner. I just…didn’t have the balls to ask you out and ruin a good thing until tonight.”

“The day we met,” you parroted. “You mean to tell me you’ve liked me since the beginning?! We could have been doing this the whole damn time?! I’ve dated like, seventeen men since you moved in, Buck! What the hell?!”

“Hey, hey, don’t be mad! I was scared, ok?” He propped himself up on his elbows and continued his rant. “I’m an Avenger, I’m the Winter Soldier and I’ve got more blood on my hands than anyone I’ve ever met! Plus I didn’t realize you liked me until you kissed my shoulder tonight and even then I wasn’t really sure it even happened! Y/n, you’re so perfect. You’re the kindest person I’ve ever met, and you’re so thoughtful all the time. No one else would make sure to bring me home a book when they go to the library. No one else would ever dream of making sure you leave hot water for me even though I know full well you prefer to take showers one degree shy of boiling. You cook for me, you watch nerdy movies with me, you’ve been the only person who’s consistently cared about me and helped me besides Sam, and he’s got his own life. And your looks, lord have mercy,” he dropped his head back dramatically before picking it up to continue. “You could knock me dead with those curves, you know. You are quite literally the sexiest woman I’ve ever met, hands down. I never get tired of seeing you first thing in the morning before you brush your hair, or when you dress up to go out, or when you walk around here in ratty old clothes because its laundry day. And don’t even get me started about the hoodies you borrow that I may or may not get back. If you could wear one of those every day for the rest of our lives, I’d really appreciate it and I would also never be soft again. And…I need to apologize to you.”

You shot him a quizzical look. “Why?”

“Cause I lied. I don’t get half-chubs cause I’m dozing in and out of sleep. Although that does happen sometimes. I get them because you’re pretty, and also sometimes when we watch movies that you’re really into you like to fiddle with the waistband of my boxers and it drives me crazy.”

“Oh no,” you gasped. “I had no idea I did that, I’m so sorry!”

“No no, please don’t ever stop. I love it. Bottom line, I’m not just asking you out cause you give the best hand job I’ve ever gotten, I’m asking you out because I lo...really like you and wanna see where this can go.”

Your demeanor shifted and you looked positively radiant sitting there in the yellow glow of the bedside lamp. Bucky watched you blush and grin shyly at him, all his thoughts fading away and love blooming like the dawn. He reached for you and pulled you up the bed onto him, wrapping a hand in your hair to hold you gently while he kissed you.

“Been wanting you so long, sugar. So perfect, so beautiful,” he mumbled as he kissed you, his words tasting as sweet as cotton candy. “You won’t regret giving me a chance.”

“No,” you whispered, “I’ll never regret you.”

He rolled you over so your back was on the bed and reached down to run his fingers through your lips, then brought his fingers to his lips. He licked and sucked all your juices from them before looking at you with greedy eyes. “Never tasted anything so good in my life.”

He took his middle finger and started exploring your folds, finding your clit and swirling around it before dipping down towards your throbbing pussy. You were so thoroughly wet there was no resistance when he pushed it in all the way, drawing a low whine from you when he bumped against the soft spongy part of your front wall. He was about to add a second finger when you reached down to stop him.

“Wait,” you gasped. “I don’t want you to stretch me…will you just fill me up with your cock instead?”

“Baby I don’t wanna hurt you, are you sure?”

You nodded and gave him a reassuring grin. “I like the burn when your cock stretches me, please, ace?”

He agreed and pulled his finger back, slipping it in his mouth to clean it off again before lining himself up with your entrance. Once he was satisfied he was in the correct position, he laid down, propped up on his elbows, so he could kiss you. With your lips locked on his, he rolled his hips forward and sheathed himself inside you in one slow and steady stroke. When he bottomed out, he broke the kiss to drop his head down onto your shoulder and you drew in a sharp breath.

“Oh damn,” he shuddered. “Fuckin tight, so hot and wet just for me, ‘m not gonna last long sweetheart.”

The sting and burn heightened your senses and you keened when he rocked his hips back and forth, dragging the heavy head of his cock through your clenching walls.

“Good girl, so pretty for me. So good, atta girl,” he crooned as he sat up. On his way he snatched the pillow from beside you and lifted your hips so he could slide it underneath. Then he took your leg and propped it up on his shoulder before pounding into you. He was impossibly deep, hitting the sweetest spot you had ever felt in your entire life.

You wailed as he railed you. The sticky sounds of his thighs connecting with your ass over and over again filled the apartment and you were sure the neighbors could hear your heart hammering out of your chest.

“C’mon, sugar, you gotta cum for me before I can cum, lemme see you fall apart baby,” his metal finger found your clit and started rubbing harsh circles around it. The cries that ripped through you could have shattered glass. The coil in your stomach started to tighten and your eyes scrunched closed as his cockhead hit that spot over and over and over. His metal arm tightened around your thigh while he played with your clit, holding you in place so his flesh hand could let go of your hip. He carefully pushed one finger inside you right on top of his dick so he could massage that spongy spot while he pounded into you. His finger hit it once, twice, and on the third time you came apart with a shriek. Your release covered him, splashing against his thighs and lower stomach and soaking the sheets. With a shout, he pulled his finger out of you and collapsed onto his elbows again, his hips stuttering as he filled you with his hot spunk. It was all too much and you came again without warning, shuddering and quaking against him.

It took a minute or two for the aftershocks to fade away and for Bucky to become mostly soft again. He kissed your collarbone as he slipped out of you. When the ridge where his tip ended caught on the muscles around your entrance, he hissed and pulled the rest of the way with a slight pop. You had a mini orgasm and cried out weakly, begging him to come back and kiss you.

“I’m right here, right here. Not gonna leave,” he muttered as he flopped beside you, missing most of your mouth when he tried to kiss you as he fell. You both felt boneless and blissed out as you tucked yourself against him. He kissed you as soundly as he could with the little energy he had left and pulled you close. “I almost said it earlier, but I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you, too. Don’t let me go tonight, please?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

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