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need a man so muscular he struggles to get his jacket AWF

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can i have your babies, sergeant barnes? (pls daddy) (want our baby to have your pretty eyes) you're so beautiful, its heartbreaking (also breed me)

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no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor, to the toilet seat, from the dining room table, to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink, to the shower, from the front porch, to the balcony, vertically horizontally, quadratic, exponent, algorithmetic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, forward, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in a car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back aching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw-dropping, hair pulling teeth jitterbug, mind boggling, soul snatching, over stimulating, vile, sloppy, moan-inducing, heart-wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, blackhole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark-worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcanic erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, hip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail snatching, spectacular, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, malforming, heavenly, devil's tango. please.

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I'm a 100% sure that this is what you'll see before he fucks the shit out of you. You can't convince me otherwise.

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going on a date with bucky barnes and it all goes so nicely, so sweetly, so smoothly. you both had so much fun, chemistry and a good time. he's charming, witty and he keeps flirting and complimenting you at every chance he gets. he held your hand all night long, neither of you even noticed it, it just happened naturally, your cheeks hurt from how much you're smiling and both of your hearts are at ease.. that's until the date comes to an end, it's time to pay and you ask him if he wants to go 50/50.

that would be the first time he lets go of your hand that night, it's unintentional just happened out of pure shock. "50... what.." the confusion on his face, you'd think he's an alien seeing earth the first time.

"you know.. 50/50.. we'll split the bill between us"

"split the bill?" he asks and you just nod, he'd blink at you, "50/50.. splitting the bill.. what is this about, i asked you on a date"

now it's your turn to be the alien seeing earth for the first time, "we are on a date, bucky. this is a date"

"no, it's not a date."

"it is a date"

"you're asking me to split the bill, this is not a date"

"oh my god sam was right, you can be such a drama queen." you laugh, he just stares at you, blankly. "it might've been a while since the last time you went on a date so let me break it down for you.. these days, people who go on dates split the bill, they go 50/50" you shrug, "it's normal"

"it's normal? you've done it before?"

you nod, "every date i've been on has been 50/50 yeah"

bucky nearly flips the table. bucky who spent all of his three dollars in the 1940's trying to win a teddybear for a girl he had a crush on, bucky who used to save up most of his income in an old shoe box underneath his bed so he can take his girl to a nice diner, bucky who went to the florist to get you a bouquet of roses and didn't even ask for the price just handed his credit card because to him your smile is priceless, bucky is about to have a stroke.

"you've never been on a date" he says, face still blank.

"yes i have"

"no you haven't. this is your first date." he says, "i'm your first time." he smirks and you blush at the possible implication. "50/50.." he scoffs under his breath, "what else are you gonna tell me next? i should walk on the inside of the sidewalk? keep my jacket on when you're cold? sleep further from the door? not open doors for you? jesus sweetheart what has the world come to?"

you hide your smile, you love it when he rambles like that, he's so calm yet so offended all at once somehow, it's funny and endearing. "what's wrong with walking on the inside of the sidewalk?" you joke and he rolls his eyes making you laugh, "so.. no 50/50? are you sure?" you ask one last time, hands on your purse on your lap.

he keeps his eyes on you as he pays the bill, glaring playfully, gets up and pulls out your chair before putting his black leather jacket on your shoulders, "no doll," he offers you his hand which you quickly hold, intertwining your fingers with his, and opens the door with his metal hand, "no 50/50."

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Could I request a post credit Bucky x reader one shot, please? Doesn’t matter if it’s over a table, on the floor, pinned to a wall, etc. I just need him desperately.

have you ever tried this one? | bucky barnes

Summary: ^^ Request

Warning: 18+ Minors DNI | Possible Thunderbolts* Spoilers | Smut | Detailed Open Door | Dirty Talk | Exhibitionism | Praise Kink | Light Choking | Mirror | Rough | Undertones of CNC | Swearing | Unprotected Sex | Oral

Word Count: 1702

A/N: Oops. I posted earlier than expected because I could. I have no more words. I am worded out.

Everything: @hallecarey1 | @pattiemac1 | @uhmellamoanna | @scraftsku35 | @ozwriterchick | @sapphirebarnes | @rach2602 | @thetorturedbuckydepartment | @lanabuckybarnes

The watchtower was quiet. The halls were empty, and the fluorescent light felt cold. There were no meeting briefings or training sessions. The others were gone. Out on assignment. Somewhere across the Atlantic. Everyone except yourself and Bucky, that is. 

You found him in the kitchen—shirtless, tac pants slung low on his hips, black and gold vibranium flexing as he poured himself a glass of juice. His hair was messy, falling over his cheekbones, looking like he’d just gotten out of bed.

“You know,” you said, stepping closer to him. Your hand sliding down his chest, over the soft trail of hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants. “We don’t get nights like this often.”

He hooked a finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. “Quiet? Alone?” 

“Unsupervised,” you corrected with a shrug.

Bucky raised a brow. “You’re trouble.” 

You stretched your neck, brushing your lips against his jaw. “Tell me something.”

“What do you want to know?” 

“Have you ever tried fucking on a kitchen table?”

His smile faltered for a moment before his lips curled into a slow, feral smirk. Something dark flickered across his eyes. “Not yet.”

He didn’t waste time. He’d already lost enough of that.

Your back hit the table, and he pushed your legs apart. Your nightshirt bunched at your hips. He dropped to his knees. His metal hand wrapped around your thigh, thumb stroking circles along the inside as he pressed hungry, open-mouthed kisses against your skin, up to the crease.

“You’re already soaked, doll,” he muttered, his tongue dragging a long stripe through your folds. “Fuck.” he groaned at your taste.

You bucked your hips, arching into him, and tangled your fingers in his hair as he licked into you. Starting slowly, then suddenly, rough, sloppy, relentless—like he was starved. His tongue flicked against your nub, and he held you still.

“Keep ‘em open for me, doll,” he rasped. You hadn’t noticed your thighs trying to close around his head. “Let me eat.”

Before you knew it, your body shuddered and you came hard. But Bucky never stopped, you trembled against him, pleas spilling from your plumped lips in quick, breathy pants. 

When he finally stopped, he stood. Shoving his pants just low enough to free his hard, aching cock—he lined himself up. You wrapped your legs around him, tight as he pushed into you with a grunt.

“So–fuck–tight,” his metal hand pressed to your chest, thumb grazing your throat as his began thrusting his hips at a steady pace. “I should’ve done this the first day I met you.” 

Slam.

Deep and rought, he fucked into you. 

Now, hard enough to make the table creak.

“B-Bucky—”

“Ask me another.” 

Your gaze met his, daring blue eyes.

“H-have you ever t-tried… the balcony?” you stammered between moans. 

You were bare to the whole of New York City, pressed against the metal railing. Your hips lifted, and arms braced, he rubbed himself over your soaked folds again. 

“Buck–this is—” you panted. “Any-Anyone could see us—oh,” 

“No one’s here,” he whispered, scraping his teeth along the skin of your neck. “Just me, just you.” 

That thought, the thought of getting caught in such a compromised position, and with a teammate vanished as he slammed into you again. He kept one hand on your hips, the vibranium one slipping around to play with your clit. Cold metal teased you mercilessly. 

You shook, clenching around him.

“Fuck doll, you feel—” he groaned a low growl, deep from his chest. “So good. Stretched out. Taking me.” 

Another orgasm rippled through your body, your head falling back. Nothing but the night sky above you, and the sounds of New York City under. Your legs became weak, grasping onto him as he fucked you through it.

“Again,” he demanded, teeth nipping your collarbone. 

You lifted your head, half-laughing in a daze. “Have-Have you ever tried–” you caught a breath before continuing. “The El-Elevator?”

 The heel of his hand slammed the emergency stop button, and the doors enclosing behind you. He was on you before you had time to gasp for anything. Hands gripped your hips, spinning you around. He pressed your chest against the mirrored wall. You whimpered at the cold contrast hitting your hardened nipples. 

His arm curled around one of your thighs, lifting you slightly as his free hand wrapped around your throat—forcing you to make eye contact with his reflection.

“You sure?” he rasped, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. “Can you take more?” 

You swallowed hard, nodding despite the anticipation that knotted in your stomach. “Please, Bucky.” 

Inch by thick, stretching inch, Bucky sank into your again. The new position hits spots you had never felt before. His forehead pressed to your shoulder as you whimpered, fists curling around the handrail. 

“Not a single drop of serum in you, and yet you’re keeping up with me so well. Such a good girl.” 

You could barely breathe. Your back arched against him, pressing your chest further into the glass. The mirror walls reflected everything. You watched your lips part, the way his hips slammed against your ass, the raw heat between you, and then, you watched as his hand curled around your stomach. 

He pressed down, sending a new shivering sensation down to your core. “You feel that?” he whispered. “How deep I am?” He slowed his pace. Deep, deliberate strokes left you gasping. “You gonna come for me, again?” he grunted.

Your breath hitched. 

You were so close. 

Your clit throbbed, sensitive from his touch.

“Come on, doll. Give it to me.”

He shifted slightly, angling his hips just right. And you cried out. Your forehead pressed against the mirror, legs trembling, barely supporting your weight. 

“There it is,” he soothed, brushing your hair to the side and kissing your shoulder. “Has the newest Avengers got it in her for one more?” 

“H-h-have you e-ever tried it—” you nodded, giving yourself another moment to find the words. Trying not to focus on his still hard cock filling you up. “T-tried it in the t-training room?”

You watched his reaction in the reflection. He had stilled, his hot breath fanning against your neck. A hungry, dangerous glint returned full force in his eyes. As if you had just challenged him in a sparring match, one he had every intention of winning. 

A dark chuckle, low and breathless, rippled from his chest. He pulled out of you slowly, making you feel every inch of him drag against your walls. Your knees gave out. But he caught you. “Easy, doll, we’re not done yet.” He held you up, placing a soft kiss against your temple. 

A hiss of hydraulics filled your ears as the elevator jolted back to life. He turned you around once again, a hand cupping your cheek and pulling your face closer to him. He was intoxicating. The way his lips molded against yours, sucking and biting. How were you ever going to go back to normal in the morning after this? 

You made it down to the training floor. Lights dimmed, and silence filled the serialised room. The wide mat space was empty, with more mirrored walls. You could move around the room with your eyes closed by now, all muscle memory. But this was different. You weren’t in your usual state of mind. 

The second the glass door slid shut behind you, Bucky shoved you against the padded, soundproof wall. His mouth crashed against yours again. Desperately, as if he were claiming you. He didn’t need to. The way your head spun for him tonight, he already had you. His tongue reached deep, swallowing your breath, your moans. 

“This memory is going to haunt me,” he gritted through his teeth, pulling you off the wall toward the sparring mats. Your back hit the mat with a thud. “You, on your back for me. Under me. A pretty little mess.” He spread your legs as he crawled over you. 

He didn’t bother taking it slow with you this time. He plunged into you with one sharp, hard thrust.

“Buck—fuck—Bucky!” you gasped, back arched off the mat.

His vibranium hand slid under your ass, driving deeper into you as he tilted your hips. Your wrists were pinned above your head, nails digging into the palms of your hands. The sensations sent pins and needles shooting up your thighs, and your vision blurring. 

“Fuck—moaning my name,” he grunted. “You want more? Say it.” 

“More—Please, Bucky—More!” 

He thrusts harder, and you scream for him. He fucked you like you were his mission. That mission being your absolute destruction. 

Your body felt like molten, trembling beneath him. You were unsure of how you were still moving, working with him. Still breathing under him. Your mouth dropped open in a silent cry as he pushed you over the edge for the fourth time that night. 

As you came down from the high, you noticed his chest heaving above you, ragged breathing against your neck, and his rhythm faltering. “Beg.”  he groaned, his words nearly a plea themselves. “Beg for me.” 

You whimpered, nodding slightly. “Please,” you whispered. “Please, Bucky.” 

That was all he needed.

A pathetic little please.

He let your legs fall, pulling out of you slowly. Only for him to gently shift your body again, but this time with more purpose. Guiding you up onto your knees, his hand steadying you. 

You looked up at him, your heart thundering, lips parted, and your eyes glassy with need. Need for him.

His thumb stroked your cheek. “Look at you,” he smirked, moving his thumb down to your bottom lip and pulling it down. “So fucking perfect.”

You took the hint. Opening your mouth for him, like the good fucking girl he turned you into. And then, you took the blunt head of his cock into your mouth. 

He growled your name, a low and broken growl—sending a shiver down your spine. He held the back of your head, his movements reverent—blue eyes locked onto you.

And when he finally let go, he whispered your name like a curse, like you were a religion, and it was only you he’d ever believe in. 

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Yelena in Thunderbolts*:

And honestly, same.

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Bring back 2012 avengers fan fics but with the thunderbolts

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𝗱𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁- Bucky Barnes x F!reader

pairing: Civil War!Bucky Barnes x fem! reader.}

synopsis: Bucky and you finally confess your feelings for each other and you do it in a heartwarming way.

MNDI 18+: explicit sex, language, masturbation

The week had been difficult for me. I'd been on mission after mission, traveling, so today, since I didn't have any more missions, I decided to take a day for myself: go out with some friends for drinks, go dancing, etc. I didn't realize I'd been gone all day. I'd barely realized it was 2:00 a.m. when I returned to the resort, tired but happy to have had such a good day.

What I didn't know is that my happiness was going to be interrupted by Bucky. Of course, and only because neither my brother nor Steve or Vision were at the compound that night, he decided to be the spoilsport who asks.

"It’s two in the morning." He said sternly "Where have you been?" He asked. I rolled my eyes, between annoyed and amused, wanting to annoy him.

"Owww sweethearth do you really care?" I ask in a sarcastic tone, flirting with him, putting my hand on his chin and smirking

His eyes narrow at my sarcastic tone and the touch on his face. "I'm just stating facts. And no, I don't care where you've been, but next time check in with someone before wandering around unsupervised, especially at this hour."

He gently removes my hand from his face, maintaining a firm tone despite the underlying concern in his gaze. "Now, why don't you head to your room? It's late"

"You didn't answer me, James. Why do you care where I was? Don't you like me going out without you, soldier? Besides, what if I don't want to go to sleep?" i ask,with a little smirk on my face

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Fine, I'll be honest. I care because… well, because you're my friend and I worry about you sometimes"

He meets my eyes, his expression softening slightly. "Look, I get it, we're adults and can handle ourselves. But that doesn't mean I want to see any of you getting hurt or in over your heads. Just… try to be a bit more mindful, okay? Now, really, off to bed" His tone is gentle but firm.

"Friends… of course… Buck, I've seen the way you look at me, let me tell you, friends don't look at each other like that, love."

His cheeks flush slightly, caught off guard by your words. "That's not fair, yn. We're just… close friends. That's all there is to it."

He looks away, avoiding my intense gaze "yn i…" He takes a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. "Can we just drop it? I'm tired and we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow. Let's focus on the mission, not… whatever this is" . His tone is slightly exasperated, but beneath the surface, a hint of vulnerability lingers.

i take his face,I grab his face, gently but firmly "Do you wanna know what i think about that bullshit of lie?" i ask,staring at him, and suddendly i kiss him,deep and raw.

His body tenses at the sudden kiss, momentarily stunned by the intensity of it. For a brief moment, he doesn't react, frozen in surprise.

But then, his arms wrap around me, pulling me closer as he returns the kiss with equal passion. His metal hand brushes against my cheek, the contrast between warm skin and cool metal sending shivers down my spine.

Breaking the kiss, Bucky rests his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. "yn… I…" His voice is hoarse, struggling to find the right words amidst the whirlwind of emotions. We can't do this. Not here, not now. It's too complicated…

Despite his words, his body remains pressed against yours, the heat between you palpable. "But God help me, I want to…" His confession is barely a whisper, filled with longing and self-doubt.

"Then…lets go to somewhere more private" i smirk and take his hand,guiding him upstairs "your room or mine?"

He allows himself to be led upstairs, his heart pounding in his chest. As i approach his room, he hesitates, looking at me with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. "Mine… My room is closer."

Opening the door, he steps inside, gesturing for me to enter. Once we´re both inside, he closes the door behind me, the click of the lock a tangible symbol of the intimacy about to unfold.

his body leans towards mine, drawn by the magnetism between you two.

"fuck, yn,i really like you..." he admits,and I freeze for a moment, then kiss him again "i really like you too, dumbass"

In that moment, the weight of their unspoken feelings crystallizes into a profound realization. They've crossed a threshold, leaving behind the comfort of friendship to embark on a path filled with uncertainty and possibility.

Bucky's fingers intertwine with mine, his grip gentle yet resolute. "Then let's make the most of tonight, shall we?" A hint of playfulness dances in his eyes, a rare glimpse of the carefree youth he once was.

With a tender smile, he guides me towards the bed, the soft rustle of clothes the only sound breaking the silence of the room. As we undress each other, the tension builds, anticipation hanging heavy in the air. When we´re both naked, Bucky's gaze roams over my body, taking in every curve and freckle with a reverence that sends shivers down my spine.

He reaches for me, pulling me close until your skin is pressed against his, the contrast between my warmth and his cool metal arm electrifying. Bucky's lips find mine in a slow, sensual kiss, savoring the taste and feel of you.

Breaking away, he trails kisses down my neck, his breath hot against your skin. His hands explore your body, mapping every contour as he worships you with his touch. "yn…" He murmurs my name like a benediction, his voice thick with desire. "You're beautiful…"

As he continues his descent, his metal fingers brush against my sensitive nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. Bucky takes a nipple into his mouth, suckling gently while his hand cups and kneads the other, stoking the flames of my arousal.

" sh-shit… hey, you're really good at sucking my tits, huh soldier?" I mention, blushing and moaning loudly "mmnh…keep going"

He chuckles against my breast, the vibration sending ripples of pleasure through me. "Flattery will get you everywhere, doll"

Continuing his ministrations, Bucky alternates between gentle sucks and teasing flicks of his tongue, driving me wild with desire. His free hand roams my body, caressing my sides, tracing the curves of my hips, before sliding between your thighs.

Finding my slick entrance, he teases the delicate folds with a single finger, coating it in my arousal before circling your clit in slow, deliberate strokes. "You're so responsive, yn…" He murmurs against my breast, his voice low and husky. "I could make you come just like this…"

As if to prove his point, Bucky redoubles his efforts, adding a second finger to stretch and fill me, while his thumb keeps up its maddening circles around my clit. The dual sensations push me closer to the edge, my moans growing louder and more urgent as my body trembles on the precipice of climax.

I tighten my grip on his shoulders, digging my nails into them and moaning louder when I feel his fingers on me "Jamie!!"

At the sound of your cry, Bucky's own control snaps. With a growl, he claims your mouth in a fierce kiss, swallowing your cries of pleasure as his fingers work you relentlessly towards climax.

Feeling my inner walls clench around his fingers, Bucky knows i´m close. He redoubles his efforts, pumping his digits harder and faster, while rubbing firm circles around my sensitive clit. The combination proves too much, and with a scream muffled against his lips, i come undone in his arms.

Bucky holds me through the aftershocks, his own arousal straining against his thigh as he savors the feel of my body shaking with pleasure. When my breathing returns to normal, he lifts his head, gazing at you with a mix of pride and desire.

Slowly, Bucky withdraws his fingers from your heat, bringing them to his lips to taste your essence. "yn…" He whispers, his eyes locked on mine. "That was incredible,doll…"

With a tender smile, he pulls me down onto the bed, settling beside me as he wraps an arm around my waist, drawing me close.

"let me help you with this" i touch his cock over her underwear and i bite my lip feeling how hard he was

A sharp intake of breath escapes him as my fingers make contact with his throbbing erection, straining against the confines of his underwear. His hips jerk reflexively, seeking more of my touch.

Eyes fluttering closed, Bucky bites back a groan, his body tense with anticipation. "doll..." His voice is a strained whisper, laced with need. "If you keep that up, I won't last long…"

With a gentle tug, he guides my hand to free his cock, letting me wrap my fingers around the thick length. He hisses softly as my touch sends sparks of pleasure coursing through him.

Leaning in, Bucky captures my lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue delving into the warmth of your mouth as his hips begin to rock subtly, sliding his hard length through your fingers. "Mmm… "He murmurs against my lips. "That feels amazing…"

Bucky breaks the kiss to trail his mouth along my jawline, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin as his free hand roams my body, mapping every curve and hollow. When he reaches my breast, he cups it gently, thumbing over the nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his aching cock.

His movements become more urgent, hips grinding against your palm as he chases his release. Bucky's breath comes in ragged gasps, his control fraying with each passing second. "yn, I… I'm close…" He warns, his voice trembling with the effort of holding back.

Bucky's lips curl into a sly grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, you know exactly what you're doing, don't you?" He teases, his tone dripping with playful accusation.

Leaning in close, Bucky brushes his lips against my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. "And yes, I very much enjoy your touch…" He murmurs, his voice low and husky. "In fact, I crave it."

Bucky's free hand trails down my side, coming to rest on my hip as he pulls me flush against him. His hard length presses insistently against your belly, a reminder of his desire. "But I want more than just a quick touch, doll. I want to explore every inch of your body, worship you until you're trembling with pleasure…"

His lips find mine in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep to tangle with mine. Bucky's hands roam my body, mapping the curves he's come to know so intimately, his touch leaving trails of fire in its wake.

Breaking the kiss, Bucky gazes into my eyes, his own burning with a fierce hunger. "Let me show you how much I adore you, doll… "He whispers, his voice thick with emotion.

It only took a couple of blowjobs for him to cum all over my mouth. Finally, when he did, I made sure to swallow every drop, and I knew that was just the beginning of a long night.

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look at those boobs

i can't wait to see you again, my maaaan

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I’m gonna explode she looks SO GOOD 😭😭

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Secret Diary

Pairing || Beefy!Bucky x Female!Reader

Summary || After discovering your diary, Bucky discreetly uses its insights to plan the perfect dates, choose thoughtful gifts, and anticipate when you need support the most.

World Count || 2073

Contents & Warnings || Fluff, mild Angst — low-key invasion of privacy, mention of depression, no other warnings.

Authors Note || I thought it would be perfect to include my Bichon Havanese puppy Dolly into this fic heheh :) I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

Beefy!Bucky Masterlist

Bucky knew he shouldn't. He knew that it was wrong, the guilt gnawing at his conscience every time he reached for the baby blue book. But you had carelessly left your diary on his bedside table again, its pages practically beckoning him. The temptation was too strong, and it almost seemed like you wanted him to have a peek inside your diary, so he did, his metal fingers carefully turning the delicate pages.

Although Bucky was a wonderful and the most caring boyfriend, always attentive to your needs and protective of your happiness, your diary had become his secret window into your heart. It had been a perfect way for him to discreetly use its insights to plan the most perfect date, choose thoughtful gifts that you wished for, and know when you needed his love and comfort the most. Every entry he read made him fall more deeply in love with you.

— — — —

Dear diary,

The most perfect date I could imagine is to have a quiet, beautiful evening with my love, Bucky. Just the two of us under the starry sky as we lay in peaceful silence, kissing and holding each other like we are the only ones on earth. I want to count the stars with him, share our dreams, and feel his warmth against the cool night air…

— — — —

"Oh, Bucky, this is perfect. I've always wanted to spend an evening with you under the stars," you whispered, your eyes sparkling with joy.

Bucky had insisted on taking you for an hour drive to get you out of the city, his mysterious smile growing wider with each mile. He had been very secretive of where he was taking you, but you figured it out once he pulled his truck to a stop on a secluded hill, far from the city's light pollution. The darkness consumed you, but when you looked up, the sky was ablaze with countless twinkling stars, creating a magical canopy above you.

"Anything for you, doll. I wanted to do something romantic and special for you," he said softly, his eyes reflecting the starlight as he gazed at you adoringly.

With thick, cozy blankets and soft pillows laid down in his truck bed, you cuddled into his side as you watched the beautiful night sky, talking about everything and nothing. His strong arms held you close, the metal one gleaming under the starlight, as you nuzzled your face into his navy blue Henley, his unique aroma that was distinctly Bucky enveloping you. You stole sweet kisses from one another here and there, whispering sweet nothings into the quiet night, the cool breeze carrying your words of love into the darkness.

"Thank you, Bucky, for this. It's everything I've ever wanted—you and the night sky. It's like you read my mind," you murmured, snuggling closer to his warmth.

"I love you, my beautiful doll," he murmured, pinching your chin gently with his flesh hand and placing an achingly sweet kiss to your lips that made your heart soar, the stars above witnessing your perfect moment.

"I love you too, my love," you breathed against his lips, feeling like the luckiest person in the world.

— — — —

Dear diary,

I've been wanting a sweet little companion to have for when Bucky is away on missions. Either a fluffy little kitten or a cute and playful puppy. I'm not sure if Bucky is ready for another pet after his precious cat Alpine that he had in the 40's, but I hope I can warm him up to getting another pet. I need my furry little friend to cuddle with during those long, lonely nights when he's gone...

— — — —

"Hi, doll. I got you something," he announced, coming into the living room with a mischievous smile playing on his lips, his blue eyes twinkling with excitement. That was suspicious…

"What is it?" You asked, getting up from the sofa where you had been reading. He was holding something behind his broad back, and a peculiar noise made you furrow your eyebrows in curiosity.

"Close your eyes and hold your hand out."

"No, Bucky, I don't like this," you pouted, your bottom lip jutting out as you thought he was going to prank you with something gross or scary. "Please don't scare me."

"I promise I won't scare you or put anything gross in your hands. Trust me." The mischievous smile transformed into a genuine one, his features softening as he looked at you with those blue eyes that always made your heart melt.

Taking a deep breath and doing as he told, you closed your eyes and put your hands in front of you. Your heart raced with anticipation as he placed something warm, fluffy, and wiggling in your grasp. A soft, high-pitched bark sounded from it, making you gasp in surprise. Opening your eyes, you found yourself holding the cutest little puppy, with big brown eyes and the fluffiest fur you had ever seen, looking up at you adorably.

"Bucky! She's so cute," you said in absolute delight, pressing a gentle kiss to the puppy's soft head. She wagged her tiny tail enthusiastically as she licked your face with her warm little tongue, making you giggle uncontrollably. "But why?"

"I thought it was time to introduce a pet into our life," he explained, his flesh hand reaching out to stroke the puppy's ear. "I think we are both ready for it, and I want you to have company to keep you happy when I'm out on missions.”

"You’re the best!" You gave him a sweet and appreciative peck on his lips, your heart overflowing with love for this thoughtful man. The puppy wooed between you, clearly wanting some love and attention as well. Bucky gave her a gentle scratch behind her ear, causing her tail to wag even more frantically.

"What should we name her?" He asked, watching with adoring eyes as you cuddled the puppy close to your chest.

"I think Dolly suits her, don't you think?" You suggested, looking at the puppy's sweet face as she tried to nibble playfully on your finger.

"I think that's perfect. Now I have my perfect doll and my little Dolly to love and protect," he said softly, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you both close, pressing a kiss to your temple as the puppy snuggled contentedly between you.

— — — —

Dear diary,

I haven't been feeling my best these last couple of days. My depression has worsened a little and I've been feeling empty, like there is a heavy weight pressing down on my chest. I know it won't last forever because I've always had my ups and downs, but it's never fun going through these dark periods. I luckily have Bucky by my side so that I won't go through this alone. He always seems to know exactly what I need, even when I can't find the words to ask for help…

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"Hey, doll," Bucky announced softly as he walked into the bedroom, his footsteps careful and measured. "How are you feeling today?"

You were curled up in your shared bed, hugging his pillow tightly to yourself, nose buried deep into the material. The scent of him provided a slight comfort in your dark mood. The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the room.

"Not so good…" your voice was barely above a whisper, thick with unshed tears.

The mattress dipped with his weight as he laid behind you, wrapping his protective arms around you and pulling you into him. Your frame rested against the curve of his body, making yourself small as he comforted you. His metal arm was cool against your skin, while his flesh arm provided warmth. His face nuzzled in the back of your neck, lips ghosting over your skin, his breath warm and steady.

"I'm sorry you haven't been feeling well, doll. I know there are no magical words to make you feel better but just know that I'm always here for you. Through the good days and the bad, you'll never have to face them alone."

A small smile came across your face, his comforting words a light in your darkness. You put your arms on top of his to be even closer to him, your fingers intertwining with his metal ones, the plates shifting slightly under your touch.

"Having you by my side is making me feel a little better, Bucky. Thank you for always being by my side, for understanding without me having to explain."

You laid in silence for a few minutes, the only sound being your synchronized breathing and the distant city noise. Bucky hummed a gentle tune—an old song from the 40’s that always seemed to soothe you—while never having his hold on you falter. His thumb traced small, comforting circles on your arm.

"If you want to a little later, I’ve brought your favorite snacks. Those chocolate cookies you love so much and some hot chamomile tea, and I thought we could watch our comfort show. We could also build a pillow fort like we did last time."

"I think I would like that. A little later maybe," you replied, feeling the heaviness in your chest lighten just a bit at his thoughtfulness.

"Of course, doll. Take your time. Everything in your own tempo. I'll be right here holding you for as long as you need."

— — — —

Dear diary,

I'm starting to get a little suspicious of Bucky. It's like he knows my every thought. Could the serum possibly have made him a mind reader? Is he hiding something from me? The way he plans everything so perfectly, it's almost uncanny. I need to do some investigating...

— — — —

"Hi, doll. I have a gift for you," Bucky announced, his metal arm hidden behind his back as he stepped into the room with an unusually nervous energy about him.

"A diary?" you questioned, taking the book from his hands. The cover was soft, reminding you of your own. "What is this, Bucky?"

"Just open it," he encouraged, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, a slight blush creeping up his neck.

You furrowed your eyebrows in suspicion as you eyed him with curious eyes, noting how he couldn't quite meet your gaze. Opening the book with careful fingers, you saw Bucky had written something on the first page in his distinctive, slightly old-fashioned handwriting.

— — — —

Dear doll,

I think you need to find a better spot for your "secret" diary. I don't think my bedside table is the best hiding place. Though I must admit, your entries have made me fall even more in love with you,

Sincerely, Your Bucky

— — — —

You let out a dramatic gasp and pushed his shoulder in utter shock, your eyes wide with realization. "OMG, Bucky! You have been reading my diary this whole time? All those perfect dates and thoughtful gifts..."

"I'm so sorry baby, please don't be mad." He wrapped his strong arms around you, and you let him, melting into his embrace as he gave you his best puppy-dog pout—the one he knew you could never resist. You weren't actually really that mad at him because, if you were being honest, you kind of wanted him to find your "secret" diary. It actually all made sense now—the starlit evening, the puppy, the way he always knew when you needed comfort. He wasn't a mind reader after all, he had just been reading your diary.

A playful sigh escaped you as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers playing with his hair. "I'm not mad. I kind of wanted you to read it. Why else would I leave it on your bedside table?"

"I won't read it anymore if you don't want me too, doll," he promised, his blue eyes sincere as they met yours.

"No, I don't mind. We have no secrets between each other. But don't be mad the next time you're reading my diary and you see that I've called you an adorable idiot in it," you teased, booping his nose with your finger.

"I won't," he chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "Because I'm your adorable idiot.”

"Yes you are, and I love you so much," you expressed, giving him a sweet peck on his lips.

"And I love you, doll," he mumbled against your lips, pulling you closer and hugging you tightly. "Every single thought in that diary just makes me love you more."

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✪ pairings: Sebastian Stan x Fem!Reader

✪ summary: Reader and Seb can’t deny the tension that was created while shooting their last movie together

✪ warnings: adult content 18+, swearing, heavy flirting, use of y/n, friends to lovers, unprotected, general filth

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Everything was surreal.

The flashing of the cameras, the fans and photographers screaming your name, you’ve been through this, what feels like a hundred times, but you can never truly believe that this is your life.

You smoothed over the fabric, turning slightly to allow the photographers to get their shots of your custom gown.

“Beautiful. Beautiful.”

“Just a few more!”

“Turn slightly the other way!”

“Perfect!”

You smile, moving down to the next mark and suddenly the crowd grows loud once again. You look back, unable to fight the smile as you see Sebastian walking down the red carpet behind you.

It doesn’t take him long to find you, his eyes lingering on you until you look away to move down the line.

You go through a few more marks before you’re at your first interviewer, smiling and chatting, when all of a sudden, she gasps, “Oh my gosh, Hi!”

You go to look around, but stop when a hand lays on your waist, and lips press to your cheek, “Hello, hello.” Sebastian smiles, “You look amazing, doesn’t she look amazing!”

The interviewer nods, “Yes she does, but so do you!”

“Oh please, this old thing doesn’t compare to what she’s wearing, what is that custom?” He looks you up and down and you nod with a smile, “It sure is.”

He smirks, “Beautiful. Hey, I’ll catch up with you in a sec, alright? Don’t go far.” He points to you as he walks away and you smile, feeling the heat in your cheeks grow hotter as you look back at the lady in front of you, “He’s such a sweetheart, is he not?”

She laughs, “Oh I just love him. Speaking of.” She smiles, “You two just finished up a movie together? How was that? Can you give us any insider tidbits on that?”

“I don’t think I can give away, too much, but working with Seb is always a pleasure. He’s such a sweetheart, and he’s so professional. He is always makes sure that when we’re shooting certain scenes that I’m good, everyone else is good. He’s just amazing all around.”

“By certain scenes.” She raises her brows, smiling as she leans in, “Does that mean we’re getting a y/n and Sebastian spice scene?”

You shrug, “I guess you’ll just have to find out when you watch the movie later on this year.” You laugh, “I gotta go. I love you!” You hug the woman and walk away.

Sebastian’s eyes never leave you as he speaks with other people. He motions for you to come over and you follow his motion, walking over and wrapping your arm around his waist, “Hi!”

“There she is! Sebastian here was just talking about how you’re a better movie star than him, I want to see if that’s true or not.” The guy asks, “What are your thoughts on that?”

“Oh, I mean. Come on. It’s a no brainer.” You laugh, looking up at Sebastian, “If he said it, it must be true, right?”

“I mean, he speaks pretty highly of you, y/n. How about you, do you think he’s one of the best actors to work with?”

You nod, “Oh yes. He’s by far my favorite to work with.”

“See.” Sebastian laughs, “I told you I was her favorite.”

The guy laughs, “I will never doubt you again, Mr. Stan.” He looks at you, “Where are you tonight? What table are you seated at?”

“Table six.”

“That’s where I’m at.” He pulls you in closer to him and you smile, “That’s where I’m headed in next.” You point, “I’ll see you later.” You squeeze the interviewers shoulder and walk away, Sebastian’s eyes burning into the back of you with such heat.

Ever since you started filming the movie that just wrapped, there’s been tension between you and Seb. A lot of heavy tension that clouds your mind no matter how hard you try not to think about him.

“Couldn’t have waited for me?” Sebastian laughs as he walks up to take your hand. You laugh, reaching down to pull up your dress so you don’t trip and fall down the steps, “I didn’t know you were done talking.”

He chuckles, “Yeah well.”

You reach the bottom and interlock your arm with his. As you make your way to your table, you stop and chat quickly with a few other nominees and what not.

Sebastian was always the first to compliment you, showing you off to others which honestly kind of confused you.

You and him were super close, sure, that’s what filming intimate scenes with someone does. A part of you thought he knew what was there, but you didn’t want to say or ask because you didn’t want to risk everything going awkward.

“Here we go.” He pulls your chair out for you, helping you move in and bending down to move your dress away from the foot traffic, “Do you need anything?”

You shake your head, “No, I’m good.”

“Alright.” He sits down next to you, and for the rest of the time between now and the award show starting, you both chatted with each other, other people who walked by and at the table.

You didn’t start to feel really nervous until the lights went down and the spot light fell onto the host.

“Good evening everyone, and welcome to the Golden Globes.”

You take a deep breath and Sebastian looks over at you, “Are you alright?” You nod, “I’m so nervous right now.”

He chuckles, “Trust me.” He takes your hand, giving it a squeeze, “You have this award show in the bag, sweetheart.” He gives you a wink and you felt a calm wash over you.

You held his hand all the way up to his category. When they announced his name, you were pulled up from your chair and into a hug and you were the loudest one cheering for him.

“Oh, my gosh. Wow.” He laughs, “I really wasn’t expecting this.” The crowd laughs and he continues to deliver his quick speech, ending it with a shoutout to you, “I have to dedicate this award to the costar that pushed me to do my absolute best. She worked with me day in and day out, and I just cannot thank you so being there every step of the way. Thank you, y/n.”

You smile, tilting your head as you watch him walk off stage. He walks back up to you and pulls you into a tight hug, “Now it’s your turn.”

You smile, sitting down in your chair, and your hand moves back to hold his. After a few categories, it was finally yours.

“And the Golden Globe for best lead actress in a drama goes to… y/n y/l/n!”

Your jaw drops and you look at Sebastian. He pulls you to your feet and kisses your cheek, “Did I not tell you!? Now go!”

He was the loudest one cheering for you as you made your way up to the stage. You accepted the award and walk to the mic, “Are you kidding me?” You pout, glancing down at the award in your hand, “This means the absolute world to me. Thank you so much for entrusting me with taking on this role. I will remember this role for the rest of my life, it has changed me in so many ways.” You sigh, “And since Seb set the bar, I just want to dedicate this to not only him, but the fans of this movie. Him and you combined, you both just pushed me to do my absolute best and I’m truly so greatful. I love you so so much. Thank you.”

You back away from the mic and walk towards the steps. You make your way back to the table and throw yourself into Sebastian, hugging him tight.

His hands press into your back and he sighs, “God, I am so proud of you right now.”

You smile, leaning back to smile and thank everyone around you who congratulates you. You sit back down and immediately feel his hand on your leg. You look over at him and he smiles, “How does it feel?”

“How does what feel?” You tilt your head he laughs, “Winning, of course.”

You laugh, “Oh, I thought you meant..” you point to his hand and he raises his brows, “Well now you have me curious about that, too, sweetheart.”

You smirk, “Oh yeah?”

He laughs, shaking his head as his thumb brushes over the soft material resting on your leg.

He definitely knew what you thought he knew.

After the show, you and Sebastian make your way to get pictures done. As you’re standing together, he leans in, turning his head back to whisper something into your ear, “What do you say, after this we skip the whole after party bit and go straight back to the hotel?”

You nod, clearing your throat, “Sounds like a great idea.” You smile, snapping back into your star side as the cameras take a few more snaps.

“Okay, now just y/n, please.”

Sebastian moves away, moving to stand to the side as he watches you bask in the love and fame.

You glance over at him, your smile growing bigger as he smiles at you. You were stuck in a trance, it took a few times of your name being called for you to snap back into it.

You laugh, covering up your nervousness of being caught staring at him, “Sorry.” You move out of the way, turning to watch him stand in your place, and your trance returned.

He was beautiful, inside and out. Being able to work so closely with him and discover his true personality was a godsend to you.

It’s not everyday you get to fall in love with a close friend and then retaliate with the same feelings.

You watch as he thanks the photographers as he walks towards you, his arm sliding around your waist as he guides you forward towards the doors, “I’m greatful, don’t get me wrong, but that felt like it took forever.”

You laugh at his words, “I know exactly what you mean, I love getting the awards, but I’d much rather be out of this dress and laying in a comfy bed.”

He leans in, his voice low, “Well you’re in luck, because I can help with both of those thing.” He leans back and all you can do is smirk, shaking your head as you make your way to his car.

The driver opens the door and Sebastian helps you in bexors getting in behind you, “Hotel, please.” The driver nods and Sebastian takes your hand into his, “Thank you.”

He looks over at you and you look at him, giving him a smile, “What?”

He shakes his head, “Nothing, nothing at all.” He chuckles, “I just.. can’t get over how beautiful you look tonight.”

“Oh, so I don’t look beautiful any other day?” You tease and he scoffs, “Don’t be doing that. You know you’re beautiful.” He looks away, “Partly why I can’t keep my eyes off of you.”

“I’m sorry, what was that last part?” You look over at him and he laughs, looking back at you. He doesn’t say anything, but as soon as you go to, he leans in quickly, cupping your cheek with his hand, “You heard me.”

His lips crash onto yours and you gasp against his lips.

He leans back, eyes moving from your lips to your eyes before you pull him back in by his suit jacket. He moves closer to you, hand on your thigh as his other slides around to grip the back of your neck.

You tilt your head to the side, biting down onto your lip as his trail down under your jaw. He kisses back to your ear, whispering lowly, “I’ve thought about you all damn night.”

“So have I.” You lean back, eyes staying on his before you close the space once again.

The car comes to a stop and Sebastian quickly moves to get out, taking your hand as you slide over to the open door. He helps you step out and you’re being led inside almost instantly.

You make it to the elevator, waiting patiently with you hand in his. His thumb gently moves over your hand, “Could this thing be any slower?”

You laugh, moving close to him and resting your head on his shoulder.

You stay close as you enter, your hand in his as he reaches with the other to press the button. He looks back over at you, instantly moving in to press his lips to yours.

Your hands slide up his arms, stopping to grip his biceps as his arm slides to lock around your lower back. You kiss until the ding of the elevator, and you make your way down the hall to his room.

You bite your lip at the beep of the door, looking up at him as he pushes it open.

He pulls you in, walking backwards as he pulls you with him, his grip on your hips tightening as your hands move up his chest to undo the buttons on his dress shirt.

“Impatient, I see.” He jokes, but you shake your head, “More like I’m finally getting everything I’ve ever wanted.”

He raises his brows, “I’m in the same boat as you.” He pulls you in, connecting his lips with yours as he reaches around to unzip the back of your dress.

You lean back, “Normally I’d want you to rip my clothes off of me, but I need you to be gentle with this one, please.”

“I’ll be as gentle as you want, baby.” He whispers, pressing a gentle kiss right below your ear, “Or as rough, whatever..” he drags the zipper down your back slowly, “..you desire.”

Your breath hitches as he slowly pushes your dress down your body. You step out of it, eyes on him as he lays it over the one chair beside him.

You walk over him to him, pulling him in for a heated kiss. He dips down, grabbing the back of your thigh to lift you up as his other arm starts firm around your waist.

He walks you over to the bed, laying you down as he kisses down your neck.

He sits up, eyes raking up and down your body as he works to undo the rest of the buttons before quickly shrugging that and his jacket off.

You sit up, eyes following his hands as they move to undo his belt. You reach down to take off your heels, but he stops you, “Uh uh, leave’em on.”

You smirk, laying back on the bed in nothing but your panties. He undoes his belt, biting his lip as he shrugs his pants down and steps out of them, along with his shoes.

He crawls back over you, lips connecting with yours as he grinds against you.

You gasp, letting a quiet moan slip. He does it again and you moan louder, “Fuck, Seb. Don’t tease me, I’ve waited long enough.”

He chuckles, “You’re right, you’re right. Sorry, baby.”

He reaches down, slipping his fingers into the band of your panties and glides his fingers down to your clit. He smirks as you gasp, hips rolling under his touch.

You tilt your head back, moaning out as his pressure grows harder.

“Fuck, you sound so beautiful.” He kisses up your neck, “Take them off for me.” You move quick, sitting up as he does. Your hands instantly removing the fabric from your body as he does the same.

You move up more on the bed, eyes on his as he crawls up to lay next to you. He pulls you towards him, and you roll over, your leg moving up to lay over his hip. He slides his hand over your leg, reaching down to guide cock between your folds and into you.

You gasps, fingers tangling into his hair as you smash your lips to his. His hand grips your thigh harder as the fingers on his other hand dig into your back,“Fuck, m’not even in all the way and you feel so fucking good, baby.”

He rests his forehead against yours, sliding the hand on your thigh up to cup your cheek as he thrusts into you slowly. Your nails dig into his shoulders, moans grow louder the deeper he gets.

“Feels so good.” You breathe out, “Fuck.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead, groaning out as he pulls out and thrusts back in.

You tighten your leg over his waist, sliding your hand down and around to his back. You drag your nails over his skin, drawing red lines within their path.

He holds you to him, thrusting in a slow and passionate pace, “You feel so good, sweetheart. So fucking good.” His lips trail down your neck, his moans growing louder, “Been waiting so long for you.”

You moan at his words, tightening your grip on him, “I knew I wasn’t crazy.” You smile, biting your lip as your eyes flutter closed. He presses a kiss to your cheek, “Not crazy at all, baby.”

Your walls squeeze around him, “D-don’t stop. Please.”

He groans lowly as his lips meet yours, moving with them as he rolls you onto your back, his body hovering over yours.

You moan out louder, legs tightening around his waist, “Shit, yes. Just like that.” You look up at him, brows furrowing with pleasure as a string of moans leave your lips.

He brushes hair from your face, laying his hand on your cheek as he watches your face twitch with pleasure, “You’re even more beautiful like this.” His eyes search your face, “Fuckin’ look at you.”

You whine, nails digging into his back, “So close.”

“Come on, baby.” He whispers, pressing kisses to your cheek, “Come for me. I want to make you feel so good.”

You gasp, eyes fluttering closed as you squeeze his cock with everything you have.

He groans, “Fuck, don’t do that.” He chuckles before moaning, “m’going to be right there with you if you do that.”

“S-sorry.” You whisper, and he shakes his head, pressing a kiss to your lips, “Don’t be sorry.” He bites your lip and tugs, “Feels so good when you do that.”

You look up at him, back arching from the bed as he guides you right into that euphoric feeling. You cling to him, panting and moaning as he works to guide you through.

“There we go, that’s it, baby.” He whispers, a moan attaching to his words, “Fucking hell.”

You whimper, turning your head to kiss his lips. You tug his hair, swallowing his groan.

“I think about you all the time.” He whispers, “I’ve dreamed of finally having you all to myself one of these days.”

You nod, moaning out as you look up at him, “Me-me, too.” You pull him in for another kiss, “I thought about you with everything.”

He smirks against your lips, “everything, huh?”

You smirk, “Yes, everything.”

“You don’t have to do that anymore.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, and then your other, “I’ll take care of you anytime you need.”

You smile, gasping as he thrusts into you fully, “Fuck, fuck.” You breathe out, “M’gonna come again.”

“As many times as you want, sweetheart.” He kisses down your neck, moaning out as he feels you clamp down onto him again, “Fuck, just like that. Come for me.”

You moan out loudly as you feel that band in your belly snap once again, “Yesyesyes. Fuck, fuck.” Your legs tighten and moans fall from your lips in a long string as he guides you through a second time.

He groans lowly, “Where do you want me, sweetheart?”

“Don’t stop.” You gasp, “I want all of you.”

He groans as he presses his lips to yours, the pace in his thrusts growing sloppier by the second, “You’re incredible.” He rests his forward on yours, moaning louder as his cock twitches inside of you.

You gasp at the feeling, sliding your hands up to pull him into a kiss.

His thrusts come to a slow stop before it’s just his lips moving with yours. He leans back, eyes looking into yours, “did ghat live up to your standards?”

You smile, “I don’t know, might have to do it again just to make sure, you know?”

He chuckles, nodding his head, “We can do it as many times as we can.” He crashes his lips onto hours and pulls you with him as he rolls over, “This beats any and all after parties.”

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KINGGG

SEBASTIAN STAN WINS GOLDEN GLOBE FOR BEST MALE ACTOR IN MUSICAL OR COMEDY FOR A DIFFERENT MAN!!!!!!!

[luuknowsbetter]

i was thinking about making a fanfic about my marvel dr, what do u think??????

[luuknowsbetter]

𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞── S.S

pairing:: Sebastian Stan x Fem!actress oc reader

Plot:: Sebastian and you go to an awards show since you're both nominated, and Sebastian gets hard when he sees his girl in that dress she bought just for him

Warning:: little plot .more sex. S E X. use of the word "slut". did i say SEX?

note:: hey! I'm sorry I disappeared for so long, I had no inspiration and I was very stressed, but I bring you this little end-of-year gift that I hope you enjoy.

That night was too important, because my husband and I had been nominated for the Oscars, I for best actress and he for best actor for his movie "a different man" in which he played Edward. I was too excited for the night that awaited us, although I have been in this world of showbiz since my 20s, I knew that this time it was going to be memorable.

My costume designers had planned something simple, but still sexy, a black V-neck dress, I fell in love with it as soon as I saw it, but Seb was not supposed to find out until we saw each other at the awards ceremony, since we were not going to arrive together due to our still private relationship, we decided to leave it like that for the moment since, although we did not care what people, the press or the fans thought, we thought it would be best to be like that and eventually reveal it.

I had finally arrived at the theater where the big awards show was taking place, my nerves practically bursting out of me. I got out of the limo with a big smile and fixed my hair and dress once I stepped out of the car, I started to hear screams and cheers from the audience, I approached the fans and started to greet them and take pictures with them, because I knew better than anyone that I wouldn't be here without them. A few interviewers came up to me to ask how I felt, my predictions for the night, my outfit, etc. until Axel Kuschevatzky finally asked the inevitable

"Evelyn, there have been several rumors about your relationship with Sebastian Stan, I want to know, is it true that you two are a couple?" ── The interviewer speaks, I stand still for a second, but I let out a slight laugh and shake my head

"No, I'm sorry, I can't give that information" ── I answered with a small smile while nervously fixing my hair, but he didn't seem to have enough, and he questioned again

"You two have been together in several movies, we saw you together in Infinity War, when the relationship between your characters was confirmed. Then we saw you in Fresh, but we couldn't help but notice the undeniable connection between you two. Is there really nothing there?" The Argentinean asks again with a slight impatience, but I shake my head again

"No, we're just good friends, there's nothing more" ── I answer again with my fakest smile possible, finally we say goodbye and I pose again on the red carpet, meeting several of my friends and colleagues, Kieran, Margaret, Paul, among others. But the one who catches my attention is Sebastian, I approach him calmly, not wanting to raise suspicions, and we both pose for the photographers, after a few seconds he leans down to whisper to me

"Honey, you look incredibly good in that dress, it was made to measure for you, you look damn hot" the brown-haired boy mentions with a smile still looking at the cameras, I approach his ear and answer "well, I bought it so you could rip it off me tonight" I murmur in his ear, I felt him tense up, as his grip on my hip became stronger, he looked me straight in the eyes and sighed

"Evelyn, are you planning to kill me, sweetie?" he asks and lets out a light dry laugh, slowly shaking his head "no, I'm just saying what I want…" I knew I was playing with fire, provoking him like this, at such a big event, with thousands of people, thousands of cameras and thousands of spectators, but I couldn't help it.

We finally entered the theatre, the show was about to start, but first we all had to go in. We sat next to each other, he at his table with the cast of A different man and I with the guys from Challengers, where I was nominated for playing Tashi. The film had been a resounding success. Seb and I were each at our table but sitting next to each other, too obvious to go unnoticed. I decided to tease Seb a little by telling him that he was a little cold since he hadn't talked to me since the photos. He chuckles lowly, shaking his head in amusement. "Cold? Me? Hardly. I'm just keeping the distance we said, darling. We're here for business, not to ogle each other all night" His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than necessary before he looks away, trying to appear unaffected by your charms. "Although…" he pauses, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes "…if you insist on distracting me, I suppose I could find ways to keep you busy." The suggestion is made in a teasing tone, but there's an undercurrent of heat that betrays his attempt at nonchalance.

I smirk softly, knowing exactly what he means "Oh yeah? how?" i ask, he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Well, for starters, we could sneak off to the bathroom and make out like teenagers. Or perhaps find a quiet corner where I can nibble on your ear and drive you wild." His words are laced with seduction, his breath warm against my skin as he speaks. "Of course, there's always the option of heading straight to the after-party and getting absolutely wasted together. Anything to take your mind off this tedious award ceremony, hmm?" He grins wickedly, enjoying the effect his provocative suggestions have on me, Fucker.

"Shit, you´re right...what do we do? what happen if they catch us?" i ask a bit worried, trying to keep my voice down

He scoffs, rolling his eyes in disdain, “Please, who cares what they think? They’re just a bunch of celebrities and industry people who think they’re important.” His hand finds yours and squeezes it, “Let them talk. In the end, all that matters is us and our pleasure.” After saying that he winks at me and mumbles a small “follow me,” he apologizes to his co-stars and gets up, heading to the bathroom. A few minutes later, so as not to arouse suspicion, I do the same, texting him asking where he is, he replies that he’s in the men’s room, so I approach him trying to go unnoticed. I enter after making sure that no one is there to see us, and I walk in, finding my husband with his arms crossed leaning on the sink. "You took a while…" he mentions, I roll my eyes and move closer, placing both arms around his shoulders "there were a lot of people, and I didn't want to arouse suspicion" he nods and replies "Now, why don't we put that mouth of yours to good use? I've been thinking about your lips all day…" His tone is authoritative yet playful, his desire for me evident in every word

"Is that it? Well… you want to know what I've been thinking about all day?" I asked, looking into his beautiful blue eyes, those that looked at me with lust and adoration, "I'm all ears, pretty girl" the man answers, bringing me closer to him. I get close to his ear, close enough for him to hear "I've been dreaming about you taking me to the bathroom, ripping off my panties, pulling my dress back and fucking me…" A low growl escapes his throat at your bold confession, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

"Fuck, you really know how to turn me on, don't you?" He nuzzles his face into your neck, breathing in your scent. "I've been hard since the moment I saw you in that dress, you little whore" I am surprised by the nickname, normally it is praise and pure love with him when having sex, but now it seems different, His hands roam over your body, cupping your breasts through the thin fabric of your dress before slipping beneath to fondle your nipples.

"So responsive…" He pinches one of the hardened buds, tugging gently, watching my reaction with hooded eyes. "I can't wait to see how you react when I'm buried deep inside you." His fingers find the hem of your dress and start lifting it, exposing more of my skin inch by delicious inch. "Now, let's get these panties off you. I need to feel your slick heat wrapped around my cock." He hooks his fingers into the waistband and tugs, eager to claim what's his.

"s-seb, wait.." I stop him, he moves away slightly quickly, it's something I love about him, he's always willing to stop if I don't feel comfortable, but this time it's not like that, and I just want him to fuck me non-stop "I want your…I want your cock"

A sharp inhale, followed by a low, husky laugh. “Is that so? Well, aren’t you a naughty little thing?” He reaches down, freeing his straining erection from the confines of his pants. “Come on, show me what you’re working with.” He guides my head closer, the tip of his cock brushing my lips. “Open your eyes wide, baby. Time to put that talented mouth of yours to good use.” His voice is thick with arousal, his grip on my hair gentle yet firm as he positions you exactly where he wants you.

“Don’t be shy now. Take me deep and show me how much you want it.” He thrusts forward, pushing past my lips and into the warm, wet cavern of my mouth. “Mmm, that’s it…” He moans, relishing the feel of my lips and tongue enveloping him. “Suck me like you’re a fucking slut. I wanna feel you gag on my cock.” His hips begin to rock, setting a steady rhythm as he fucks your face, lost in the primal pleasure of the moment. “That’s it, so… oh god…” his praises are interspersed with curses and moans, each punctuated by the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. “Fuck, you’re incredible, what an incredible little slut you are…” with one last, powerful thrust, he hits the back of my throat, his climax erupting as he fills my mouth with his seed. “Swallow it all, beautiful. Every last drop.” He holds me in place, riding out the waves of his orgasm, before slowly pulling out and shoving himself back into his pants. “Well, that was… impressive,” he smiles, his eyes shining with satisfaction. “I think we can safely say that fantasy is now a reality.” He leans in, capturing my lips in a deep, lingering kiss, the taste of himself "Well doll. I think that's it" he runs a finger down my chest, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I moan loudly at his touch, but a sound makes my blood run cold, a few laughs behind the door and it opens, Sebastian lifts his pants and He helps me adjust my dress, caressing my back in the process, Seb opens the cubicle door once he is sure that there are no Moors on the coast, I leave first and after a few minutes he returns to his table. We see each other with a knowing look, and I listen to them ask him why it had taken so long. I couldn't help but laugh maliciously to myself, which he noticed, and he only responded that he had matters to resolve, and that he would return later. At least one thing was certain, this time was not going to be the first, and I was in for a long night.

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Back Off, He's Mine

Pairing: Husband!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You put an agent in her place after she flirts with Bucky.

Word Count: Over 2.5k

Warnings: Established relationship, violent threats (not against the reader or Bucky), protective vibes, catty behavior, possessive vibes, implied sexy times, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Inspired by an anon ask asking for Bucky's wife to stick up for him. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky stared at you from across the break room table, his pretty blue eyes not blinking as you looked back at him. The two of you were locked in a lengthy staring contest and you didn’t want to lose. But as the air in the room began to dry your eyes and he flashed you a beautiful smile, you couldn’t stop yourself from blinking. And the moment you did, he struck.

Snatching the last bit of the beloved pastry right from the middle of the table.

“Damn it,” you muttered, crossing your arms when he chuckled. “You cheated.”

“Oh, yeah?” he smirked, making a show of taking a slow bite. Your eyes followed his tongue licking his lips and you pressed your thighs together without thinking. The bastard made eating look sexy and he didn’t even take a full bite. He was taunting you. “How did I do that?”

“You cheated by existing.” You gestured to him, your smoking hot husband in his black t-shirt and tactical pants. To the person who made those clothes, you saluted them. “And you have serum in your veins, so I’m pretty sure you don’t have to blink as much as I do and that’s an unfair advantage.”

He chuckled again, graciously passing over the last small bite of the pastry. Your eyes lit up in thanks, popping it in your mouth with a moan. It was true love to share food like that. “I don’t think that’s how the serum works,” he teased. “And you’re a goddess, so isn’t that cheating, too?”

“Okay, but I’m not actually a goddess,” you countered, though he did make you feel like one.

His eyes softened, leaning across the table and crooking his finger. “Yeah, you are,” he whispered, kissing your lips once you met him halfway.

Before you could deepen the kiss, a shrill voice rang out in the breakroom. “Sergeant Barnes! There you are!”

Bucky’s cheek twitched as he settled back in his seat. The voice echoing in the room would’ve been enough to make anyone wince, but his enhanced hearing made it worse. He worked hard to block out noises so he’d be comfortable, and your eyes instantly narrowed at the person who brought him discomfort.

You recognized her after a moment, a pretty woman who would likely fall out of her top if she sneezed too hard. She hadn't worked there long, but she had her eye on Bucky from the start. She always flirted with him, tried to stand close to him and push her chest close, and he always dropped in the conversation that he was a married man. Apparently she didn’t get the hint that he wasn't interested. Either that or she was into taken men.

“Hi, agent,” Bucky politely said.

“Agent. Always so formal,” she giggled, dragging a chair over from another table and taking a seat without asking. “I’ve been looking all over for you, Barnes. You're a hard man to track down.”

Bubbly agents didn’t bother you in the slightest. You appreciated anyone who could stay upbeat in the line of work you dealt with. It wasn’t the enamored look in her eyes either that bothered you because you understood people wanting Bucky and you were secure in your relationship. No, what bothered you was that he had clearly been kissing his wife and she pointedly avoided looking at you after interrupting. That was just rude.

It also bothered you how uncomfortable Bucky looked when she moved her chair closer to him, his shoulders stiff and smile not reaching his eyes.

“Been spending some time with my wife,” he said proudly, reaching across the table to take your hand. You dipped your head down with a small smile, your heart still doing that funny flip like it had since the moment you met. He even managed to clear out the room so you two could be alone. “We were just finishing up.”

She didn’t spare you a glance as she set a hand on his metal arm. His cheek twitched again, squeezing your hand. It took a lot of effort for you to not knock her back from the table for touching him without his permission. “Excuse me,” you began, your tone even. “I don’t-”

“Do you think you could spar with me later?” she cut you off and either didn’t see or ignored your glare, leaning forward in her seat to make her chest stick out more. Bucky didn’t look. “I’ve been having trouble with a couple of moves and you’re so good at them,” she added, her eyes on him like she wanted to eat him up.

Which wasn’t going to happen.

“I don't think…” he stopped when her fingers trailed higher.

“Please, Sergeant?” she pouted.

Your eyes went back to your husband to get a read on him and make sure he was okay. He wasn't. His smile still didn't look right and his back was ramrod straight. Squeezing his hand seemed to ground him since he breathed a little easier, though your anger was simmering.

“I, um, don’t mind sparring if you really need the help,” Bucky began, gently pulling his arm away. “But you interrupted my time with my wife.”

Her smile faltered while yours widened. Bucky didn't like anyone cutting you off, whether that was your time together or interrupting you speaking. “What?” she asked.

“Hi there. Been sitting here the whole time.” You wiggled your fingers when she finally looked your way. “Excuse us for a second,” you said, avoiding her stare the way she avoided yours. “Bucky, do you think you can wait outside? This agent and I need to have a little chat.”

Your husband looked like he was trying not to laugh and you would take laughter over discomfort any day of the week. “Be nice if you can,” he teased, pressing a featherlight kiss to your hand. “I love you, baby,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” you whispered, something unspoken passing between the two of you.

Defending each other was second nature, always would be.

Bucky didn’t immediately leave the room when he stood up. Instead he rounded the table so he could bend down and kiss your mouth, too. You smiled as it lingered, your heart skipping a beat. “Don’t keep me waiting out there long, Mrs. Barnes,” he whispered.

“I won't, Mr. Barnes,” you teased, tucking some of his hair behind his ear.

Straightening up, he gave a small nod to the agent for her sake. “Come find me later if you still want to talk about sparring. Maybe I can find someone for you.”

“Okay, Sergeant,” she smiled, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. That look wouldn’t last.

You waited until Bucky was gone to face the agent, who stopped smiling the second your husband was out of sight. Leaning back in your seat, you crossed your arms and asked point-blank, “You trying to fuck my husband?”

The wide-eyed expression was priceless when she realized you weren't asking as a joke. “What are you... I just asked him to spar,” she tried to brush it off.

“Please, don't insult my intelligence,” you said. It was beneath both of you to do so. “I get why you want him. Besides being one of the sexiest creatures to ever exist, he’s a good man. Polite, probably treats you with respect. More than most of the men around here.”

She shifted away from you and nodded. “He's a nice guy.”

“He is,” you agreed. They didn't make men like Bucky anymore. “And I’m not going to tell you to stop hitting on my husband, but I highly suggest that you back off. At the very least, don’t throw yourself at him right in front of me. It’s sad.”

“Why?” She had the nerve to smirk. “Worried I’ll steal him away?”

You smirked, too. She had balls and you respected that, but this wasn’t a battle she’d win. “Steal him away? You make it sound like he’s a toy and he isn’t. He’s a man, my man,” you said, holding up your hand so she could get a good look at your wedding ring. “And you are not a threat in the slightest. Our bond is much stronger than that.”

Her smirk went away fast, replaced by something sad. You almost felt sorry for her until she said, “Jealousy isn't a good look on you. It’s kind of… ugly.”

You scoffed. If she wanted to play, you’d play. “Jealous of what? You hitting on a married man who doesn't want you?” you asked, not feeling guilty in the slightest when her face fell. “I’m not telling you to back off because I'm jealous. I told you that because you’re only going to embarrass yourself if you keep trying and you’re going to make my husband more uncomfortable than he already is. I don’t like people making my husband uncomfortable.”

An unspoken threat hung in the air long enough that she swallowed. “And how exactly did I make him uncomfortable?”

“Besides you hitting on him, you touched him without making sure it was okay to do so,” you answered, letting a bit of venom seep into your tone. Bucky went years without autonomy and consent was important to you. He suffered enough and didn’t need to deal with things like this. “I’d hope as an agent you’d be able to pick up on subtle body language cues enough to know that he didn’t want you touching him.”

“And how do you know he doesn’t want me touching him? Are you a mind reader or something?” she sneered, flicking a nonexistent piece of flint from her shirt. “If he really didn't want me touching him, he would've said so. And guess what? He didn't say a word.”

You saw red, your hands curling into fists. For her to ignore the nonverbal cues… “I know my husband. I know Bucky. He doesn’t want you touching him nor does he want to start anything with you because he’s extremely faithful. He won’t throw away a loving, trusting marriage for a quick fuck or doomed affair,” you stated. She bristled, but tried to recover. “If you make a pass at him, he’ll reject you. He’ll do it as respectfully as he can because he’s a good guy, but he will reject you. That’s a promise.”

“Because he loves you so much. Jesus, what makes you so special?” she spat, surprising you both. But the longer you looked at her, the more she deflated under your stare. “I mean… He doesn’t say much to me, but when he does it’s always about you. ‘My wife this’ and ‘my wife that’ and he’s always so… proud.” She shook her head. “Do you know how lucky you are?”

You did feel a little sorry for her now. Crushes hurt, but better that she hurt now and heal than to keep pushing and hurt more later. “I’m not special. We just love each other, that’s all. And, trust me, I’m aware that I’m very lucky to have him. Someone who gets me and will fight for and beside me,” you said, a loving smile touching your lips. You hoped Bucky was listening outside the door. “There’s a guy out there waiting for you, but that guy isn’t Bucky. So don’t lower yourself by trying to go after someone who’s taken.”

She side-eyed you, crossing her arms over her ample chest. “And what if I don’t stop?” she asked.

You giggled humorously, all sympathy gone. The agent actually looked nervous at that sound and you were glad because you weren't going to play nice. “Well, if you don't back off, Bucky could make a complaint about you harassing him or at least request that you’re transferred. Maybe fired since you’re still in your probationary period,” you began, looking at your wedding band when she began to protest. “At the very least, I could have your schedule rearranged so you can spar with me. You see, Bucky taught me a few moves and if a bone or two breaks, well…”

It wasn't an empty threat either. Bucky loved fighting for you, but you could hold your own. It turned him on.

Her eyes darted to the door when you stood up and stretched. “Listen, you don't need to-”

“But do you know what I'm going to do for now?” you asked, cutting her off the way she cut you off. “I'm going to take my husband to one of the interrogation rooms and suck the soul out of his body through his incredible cock,” you smiled sweetly, taking pleasure in the sputtering sound she made. “And after he recovers, he’ll have the choice of bending me over the table and either eating or fucking my pussy. He’ll probably choose both. He’s pretty insatiable.”

She got to her feet, too, and you half expected to see smoke come out of her ears. “I don't need to hear–”

“What? Does hearing that Bucky is going to fuck me and not you make you uncomfortable?” you asked innocently before you got close to her. “Shove your tits in my husband's face again or touch him without his explicit consent, and I won't just make you uncomfortable. I’ll make your life a living hell.”

While you lost the staring contest to Bucky earlier, you very much won against this agent. She stood perfectly still and averted her gaze as you pushed your chair in. “Is that a threat?” she mumbled.

A cliche question, so why not give a cliche answer? “It’s a promise,” you smiled, heading to the door. “Oh, if he does decide to spar with you, I expect you to apologize and behave yourself. I’ll hear about it if you don't.”

Bucky leaned against the wall, waiting for you as you exited the room. He looked over the moon. “We’re going to one of the interrogation rooms, huh?”

You giggled, taking his hand as your cheeks warmed. “Of course, that's what you took from that.”

“How could I not?” he asked, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Thanks, baby. I thought I dropped enough hints that she’d back off.”

“Nothing to thank me for,” you assured him. He deserved to be comfortable at work. If some guy kept hitting on you, he would've stepped in, too.

“You think she’ll back off now?”

“I think so, but you tell me if she doesn't,” you said. You’d keep an eye on her, too, just in case. And if she pushed again, you’d put her back in her place. Maybe you’d make her listen while Bucky fucked you. With his permission, of course. “So, which room should we go to?”

He chuckled, the sound a happy one in the hall. “Room B. We can be as loud as we want,” he replied, tugging you closer. “I’ll show you just how special you are to me.”

Heat filled your body, anticipating how good it would feel to have him fuck your throat and more. “My body is ready, Sergeant,” you teased, shrieking when he picked you up and ignoring the whistles from other agents that walked by.

They were used to the shenanigans of Mr. and Mrs. Barnes by now.

And you couldn't wait for more.

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