#avengers blurb

[of-many-fandomss]

If your ok with doing a Bucky request where he had a bad nightmare and the next day he's really clingy with fem!reader/girlfriend.

(If that makes sense if not that's ok too.)

I love Bucky sm

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You narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend, refusing to let yourself melt under his wide, doe eyes yet again today. Not letting your body fold into his when he wrapped his arms securely around your waist and tried to bring you to his chest.

Something was wrong.

Sure, Bucky Barnes had always been very physically affectionate with you, ever since you two started dating. Whether it be with random hugs, small kisses peppered onto the back of your neck as you’re cooking, or securely holding onto your hand whenever you two were in public.

Today, though, it had been different. His arms would linger around your waist a little longer than normal. He would trial after you whenever you even attempted to leave the same room as him. You had to physically pry his hands off of your wrist so that you could use the bathroom in peace.

“What’s wrong, Buck?” You asked suspiciously.

“What do you mean, doll?” He mumbled innocently, leaning his head forward when you didn’t move your own body to meet his, and gently placed his head into the crook of your neck, deeply breathing in your scent.

Your eyes fluttered for a moment at the feeling, before you quickly shook your head to snap yourself out of it, eyebrows furrowing instead, “What’s wrong?” Your voice was gentler this time, and you reached over to run your hand through his soft hair.

He let out a quiet sigh, “I don’t wanna talk about it.” Came another mumble against the bare skin of your collar.

Defiantly, you huffed and pushed yourself away from him, ignoring the small whine that would have made your heart feel like jelly in any other given situation, “Tell me what’s gotten into you today, James.”

That made him pause.

True, only you were allowed to call him James, but that didn’t mean you did it very often. You reserved that for serious matters and rare fights. Evidently, this was one of the two.

“I- I just love you so much,” He stuttered out, reaching up and softly caressing the side of your face.

“I love you too, you know I do.” You gently grabbed his hand and squeezed, “Which is why I need to to tell me whats the matter.”

He swallowed thickly, averting his gaze from yours as he allowed a silence to fall over the two of you and drag on for a few painful moments.

“I had a nightmare,” He blurted out suddenly, cheeks turning red from an embarrassment you knew he shouldn’t have to feel about the topic, “It-it was so real, doll. So damn real. You- you were hurt by one of my enemies a-and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.”

Your heart broke when you noticed the tears that began to make his eyes glisten, “Oh, Buck…” It was then your turn to caress the side of his face.

“I-I know it’s stupid, and I know that you’re safe, but… I just can’t help but be scared- terrified. I can’t lose you, doll.” He now looked you dead in the eyes as he spoke, a level urgency in his tone that you had never heard from anyone before. Ever. “I just can’t.”

“You’re not going to lose me,” You whispered, making sure he could see how sincere you were being, “I promise you, we aren’t going to lose each other.”

“But, what if-“

“No.” You spoke firmly, bringing both hands up to cradle his face, “Listen to me, James. You and I are both going to be fine. Nothing is going to happen to either of us. You understand me?”

He gulped, knowing that once you made up your mind, which you so clearly had about this, nothing would change it.

“Yeah… yeah, you’re right, doll.” He leaned forward and pressed a long kiss on your temple, “I’m sorry.”

Finally, you allowed yourself to fall into his embrace, “There’s nothing to apologize for, Buck.”

[vilentia]

Avengers Masterlist

Bucky Barnes

Clint Barton

Peter Parker

Steve Rogers

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

[takenbypeter]

Number 19

Which One of your OTP…

19. Writes the other a to-do list

Peter Parker - You

Peter Parker is far too busy. School, fighting crime, regular chores, he barely has time to relax and think, which is why you’re there by his side. You always write him to-do lists, whether it be to work on a school project that’s due the next day or to pick up milk asked by aunt may, you’re there to help him remember and he is forever thankful to you for that. 

Peter Maximoff - You

You only started writing him lists because he would always go to the store, come back, claim he forgot something, then go back to the store. This would all of course take only a mere two seconds, but wanting to save him the extra trips, you decide to write him a shopping list, which in turn would become to-do lists. Peter doesn’t take your lists all that seriously but it has helped him multiple times and he’s thanked you for that. 

Bucky Barnes - You

Bucky used to not be a “list” sort of guy. But after getting Steve’s journal and making his own list, he’s found it quite enjoyable, especially crossing off whats been completed. Wanting to share the content feeling he’d casually write you a little list of things not to forget for the day. This list would include sweet little things to try to do throughout the day. 

Loki - You

You enjoyed making lists for yourself, Loki found the whole thing just silly. So you would make him a small to-do list, to explain to him how it could bring joy. After successfully completing his list he still found it sort of silly.

Druig - You

You would start making him lists first, sometimes it would be a to-do list, other times it would be an, always remember list, with cute little things to do throughout the day. Either way, you would do it a couple times then he’d uno reverse you, leaving you lists before you could give him his. 

Which one of your OTP…list

Feel free to request

[yournextbimbogf]

Dreaming about miguel calling us corazón while pounding us into oblivion in da mirror😵‍💫

A/n: btw i barley make reader talk at all yall wtf is wrong wit me😭 also credits to @saradika-graphics for the banner.

We all know Miguel loves to pound you infront of the mirror, he loves to see your face twisting and turning as drool slip out slowly. He constantly drills his fat cock into your velvety walls as you whimper. The tip hitting your cervix as he slides in and out. Don’t forget you have him pussydrunk. From the way your walls tighten around his base, his veiny hands holding your waist in place, a clear view in the mirror of your breasts clearly jiggling. Your hands are gripping the mirror so you clearly don’t slip. His hands shift to your stomach as he keeps pulling you onto his cock.

“Migs hmm— fuck your in my guts ugh” you manage to moan out, you came so many times you forgot what day it was.

“I know i know mi corazón. Your just so adorable under me you know?” He replies back while panting. He decided he wanted to be a little rough, so he gives your ass a quick slap. He notices that your pussy tightens up when he smacks your ass so he grins and he settled to go futher. His hand roams around your body until he reaches your neck. He added a of pressure onto it, not for you to not breath oh no he would never do that! He just wanted to tease you and see how’d you react. You instantly clench around his cock, showing that you take interest in him doing that. Before miguel cums his pace gets a bit sloppy.

“baby, please cum for me.” You yelp out. That was enough for him to go over the edge. He pulls out and jerks his cock only for a second. He cums all over your back as he pants slowly trying to catch his breath. Both of you guys are tired and moving almost lazily.

“Cariño didn’t know you liked to be choked? Your a kinky one yeah?” he says in a teasing tone. He watches you smile as you respond back.

“Yeah and what about it?” You snap back playfully.

“How about we clean up and watch some movies hm? Wouldn’t want my poor wife to watch movies alone.” He replies back in a soft manner.

[babyjakes]

help me hold onto you.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | sex pollen

pairing | steve rogers x avenger!reader

warnings | sex pollen (reader was exposed to some sort of chemical agent that induced a persistent state of hyperarousal.) medical elements (reader is staying in the medbay.) crying (not related to the sexual interactions.) stevie is soooo soft :')). dialogue is soft and sweet, gentle praise and encouragement included. fingering. tummy rubs bc they make me soft. she comes quick! intense, prolonged orgasm. the beginnings of aftercare.

word count | 1,356

"Hey, hey- okay. I'm here, sweetheart. I'm here. Just tell me what you need."

Steve's brow was raised in gentle concern as he stood over your hospital bed. Dr. Banner had set you up in a secluded room at the end of the medbay, wanting to give you as much privacy as possible given the nature of your condition. It was still all a bit baffling to Steve; Bruce had shared any information he had available on the mysterious chemical you'd been exposed to out on your mission to a foreign bioweaponry facility, but most of it had gone in one of the supersoldier's ears and out the other. "Persistent heightened state of arousal" was the only phrase he was able to cling to, which still didn't feel like much to go off of.

As he stood there at your bedside, though, those words were all of a sudden making a lot more sense. You were a pitiful sight, really- curled up on your side with your knees hugged up to your chest. Your whole body was shaking, something that tore at your teammate's heart as he came to better terms with the severity of the state you were in. Overcome with obvious discomfort, all you could do was lie there and rub your sore knees together uselessly. Your hands reached out for him needily; in an instant, he was lowering himself down to sit beside you, leaning over you attentively as his face filled with concern.

"Oh doll," he hummed, reaching out to brush back your hair with a steady hand. Your forehead was drenched in sweat, your big eyes looking up at him pleadingly. As another wave of unbearable heat rolled over you, tears were building in your eyes. "How can I help, sweet girl?" Steve was pressing, "Is there anything I can do?"

In a moment of total weakness, you reached out for him again. This was completely abnormal behavior for you. Being the youngest and newest to the team, you were always intentional about maintaining an image of responsibility and restraint. But as Steve sat there at your side, his steel blue eyes looking over you so thoughtfully as he gently offered you his hands, your hijacked mind was fixating on him faster than you could realize what was happening.

"P-please," the weakness of your small voice broke Steve's heart. He nodded encouragingly, wanting to do anything he could to ease your suffering.

"What is it, honey? Hmm? What do you need?" he asked soothingly.

More tears built in your eyes as you failed to generate a verbal response. Instead, all you could do was continue to writhe pathetically. Steve's brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of your movements. "Does something hurt?" You whimpered feebly at his question, shaking your head. "No, then what is it, sweetheart? Can you tell me, or- or show me?"

Desperation drove your every move as you shifted slightly onto your back, your knees falling apart as you brought a shaking hand down to motion over your hospital gown toward where the sensations were accumulating. If Steve was surprised or offended by your admission, he didn't let it show. Instead, he simply nodded, speaking with an understanding tone, "It's bothering you there, darlin'? Do you want me to take a look?"

Your wide, pleading eyes were enough to answer his question. Pausing, he took a moment to consider the best way to proceed. After a quick glance back at the door to the hallway, seeing that the coast was seemingly clear, he gently brought his hands over to lift up the thin fabric of the gown, pulling it back to expose the area you had pointed to. Steve couldn't help but gasp softly as he saw the ramifications for the first time; any doubts he could've had about the compound's strength or effects were immediately shot down as he faced the living, breathing evidence.

"Oh honey," he crooned worriedly, leaning his head down a bit to get a better look. Your pussy was so puffy it almost looked painful. Your clit was swollen to about three times its normal size, pulsating visibly in unison with your heavy heartbeat. Bruce had placed a wide gauze pad beneath you, and it wasn't hard to see why; with the constant state of arousal your body was trapped in, you were amassing an impressive amount of self-lubricant. Face drawn in disbelief and honest fascination, Steve struggled to find words to console you. "Sweetie, what can I do? Let me help you," his voice was swelling with concern. Swallowing hard, his gaze returned up to your face. "Can I-... would it help if I-... you know...?" The sweetest hint of pink rose up in his cheeks.

You were unsure of what would happen if he tried, but with the way your stomach was lurching and spasming in excitement at the mere thought, both you and Steve knew it would be senseless to not at least give it a try. Sensing your mild confliction, the supersoldier took a moment to brush back your hair again as his soothing voice filled the air, "It's alright, doll. Let me take care of you. S'just me, just Stevie. I'll be gentle, I promise."

As he spoke, he gently drew his hand down to begin rubbing at your inner thigh. Letting out a squeak of surprise, your heart jumped at the way his touch immediately sent sparks shooting up through your tangled nerves. "Easy," he hummed lowly, pushing on you carefully to encourage you to open up your legs a little further. Once you were nice and spread out for him, he took another deep breath. "Okay darlin'. Just keep breathing for me," he seemed to be trying to calm his own nerves as much as he was yours.

With the lightest amount of pressure he could manage, Steve carefully brought his pointer and middle middle fingers to sink slightly into your pool of arousal. They didn't linger long, as they then slowly dragged up your wetness to smear over your enlarged clit. The moment he came in contact with your poor button, your world was set ablaze. You had never felt such unbearable heat in your life; it was as if every atom within your core was being blasted into smithereens, an incredible amount of energy and pressure building up inside of you as a result.

"Easy, easy- shhhh," Steve was doing his best to talk you through it, watching as your hands scrambled to grip the sheets below you, your hips rocking in shameless desperation.

"Mm.... mmhh... hhh..." you struggled through incoherent whines. The man brought his free hand over to rub your tummy gently, trying to give you any sense of comfort and safety he could as he continued working the pads of his fingers in careful, steady circles.

It only took a few more moments of the simple stimulation to send an orgasm ripping through you with unimaginable force; as Steve saw your climax hit, his eyes widened, but he was intent on carrying you through it. Needy cunt spasming around nothing, your clit jerked and jolted beneath his tender traces. Your eyes were rolling back in your head, your whole body at the mercy of the waves of pleasure crashing over you.

And you kept coming, and coming, and coming- trapped in the grips of your orgasm for what must have been minutes compared to the fleeting moments you were usually granted. "Good, let it out," Steve was murmuring softly, watching as all your pent-up frustration was slowly pulled from your seizing body.

When you were finally winding down, breathless and slumped against the flimsy mattress beneath you, he was careful to pull his hands away with the utmost care to avoid causing you any further discomfort or unwanted stimulation. As he stood momentarily to find something to wipe his hands with, you let out a shaky whimper. "No, no, I'm here," he quickly returned to your side, retaking his place next to you on the cot. "I'm right here, doll. You're okay. Here, let me clean you up a bit, honey."

[sweetsbfreex]

drunk and obsessed

Summary: a little something about a drunk steve. in the mafia steve universe

Pairing: drunk!mafia! steve rogers x reader

Warning: none rlly

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“Baby, baby,” you giggle, a bit tipsy, as you try your hardest to fit the key into the door's lock. “I can’t open the door with you all over me.”

You laugh once more when Steve begins kissing your neck once again. His trimmed beard tickles your neck. 

On the other hand, Steve had a bit too much to drink. And that's all your doing. 

You know he feels he can never have too much to drink at these events, especially with you there. The events are filled with some of the most inimical people worldwide. So he always wants to be on his A-game for you. But that’s what body guards are for, you had argued. Pushing for him to have the time of his life with some of his friends.

Now here he was: drunk and his body cradling yours, as the two of you struggle to get in the house. 

“I just love you, baby,” his words slur as he kisses your cheek. 

“I love you too,” You tell him, so close to getting the fucking key to fit. 

“I can’t wait to get you inside,” his voice rich and husky as he seals his promise. 

“Baby, I don’t even think you could get it up right now.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Steve removes himself as your shell, both arms up in defense while he takes a few steps back.  

When your senses finally catch up that he’s no longer hovering over you. You quickly turn, just stopping him before he tumbles down the step. 

You hold both his hands, then let one go to grab the side of this face, “Honey, your drunk off your ass right now—“

“I am not! You just called my game weak,”

“That’s not what I said, but I need you to stand silently so I can open the door, okay?”

“Okay, pretty” he answers, landing a soft peck on your lips.

You smile as you finally open the door, reaching behind you to clasp Steve’s hand so you can pull him in. 

You close the door behind him, toeing your shoes off, giggling when he has trouble with his. But five ‘fucks’ later, he finally gets it done. 

“Woooo!!” Steve shoots his hand up in a v, as if his team just won the super bowl. 

You’re quick to drop his arms back down to his sides, “Shhh, baby. You’re screaming.”

“I am?! I’m sorry,” his hands cup your cheeks as he pulls you for yet another kiss. 

“Honey,” you laugh into his sloppy kiss. “Let’s go to bed, hm? And get some water into you.”

“I don’t wanna do bed,” he whines. “I wanna do you,” he smirks, moving one hand to grip your hip.

“Tomorrow, okay? I’m really tired.” You feign a dramatic yawn. 

“You are? Okay, that’s okay, okay?” he kisses your nose this time. 

Drunk sex isn’t something that hasn’t been checked off your and Steve’s list. But Steve is sloshed and can barely walk straight, so sex would not be on the menu for tonight. 

“Let’s head up.” You wrap his arm over your shoulder, walking up the steps carefully. 

-

He’s sitting at the end of the bed, his coat beside him, as you unbutton his dress shirt. You would’ve let him do it himself, but he was struggling with his lack of hand-eye coordination. Playfully slapping your hand every time your hands got close to his shirt. Giggling and joking that there would be no sexy times. That was until he had made you oath you’d keep your hands innocent. 

Ever your affectionate, drunk lover. 

“Are you sure you feel alright? Don't need to throw up or anything?” You ask Steve once again. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he tells you then takes another swig of water.

It only takes ten minutes until he’s in his sweatpants, with no boxers (under his request). You’re changed and ready for bed, tired out from an eventful day. Steve’s favorite movie playing in the background. 

Steve cuddles up close, half his brawny body on yours, his leg splayed over yours, and his head nestled on your chest. 

Your fingers run through his hair soothingly. 

“Y/n?”

You hum a response.

“Thank you for taking care of me, I love you too,” 

“I love you too.” you laugh breathily at his mistake. 

A comfortable pause ensues. 

“Y/n?” His hand shimmies under your t-shirt, to caress your soft skin. 

“Yes, honey,” you can’t help but laugh at the way he calls for your attention. You don’t think you’ve heard your actual name from his mouth so consistently. 

“I think I wanna— I know I want to start trying soon. I wanna be a dad, a good dad.”

Your hand stills.

“What?” Your voice is quiet and relayed with shock. Your heart no longer in your chest. 

He wants to try. The two of you tied the knot two months ago. However, talk of whether you guys wanted to start a family or not was shut down by Steve every time. You never wanted to push, but you also wanted to know what to expect. 

Either way, He was adamant that he wasn’t ready. There was no way he could raise a baby to be half a decent human being with his trauma lingering in the shadows, among other things

He sits up abruptly, “I know, I know. I’m not sober, but I’m not lying either. I’m ready, honey… if you are.” He grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles.

“Okay,” you smile, “If you remember, we’ll continue this conversation tomorrow?”

“Okay.” He kisses your cheek before cuddling into you once again. “I wanna be the perfect dad, y/n. The best.”

“You will be.” 

You tell him sweetly, your eyes stinging as you run your fingers through his hair once more. 

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a/n: srry it's been so long, college keeps me busy 24/7! here's this as i try and finish binky fairy pt. 2

if you enjoyed pls don’t forget to reblog or give feedback if ur up to it <3

[vbecker10]

Laundry Day

How Could This Not Fit?! (Loki x fem reader Y/N)

Loads of Fun (Bucky x fem reader Y/N)

Pairing: Loki x female reader (y/n)

Summary: You and Loki are living together in the Avengers Tower and you've asked him to help you with the laundry. You decide it's the perfect opportunity to prank him but that might not have been a good idea... not if you wanted to sleep tonight that is.

Warnings: ... um nothing really, alluding to sex but not much

A/N: I finished my laundry and was folding (trying desperately to fold) my fitted sheet and I came up with this silly little thing so... enjoy 💚

You take a bottle of water out of the fridge in the common kitchen, laughing to yourself as you shake your head.

"Something funny in the fridge?" Tony asks from the island, looking up from his tablet.

You turn to him and open the bottle. "No, I was just laughing about something that could possibly get me in a lot of trouble with Loki," you barely explain.

"I have no idea what that means," Steve says as he and Bucky join the conversation.

You take a sip of water and set the bottle on the island. "I was tired of being the one who did our laundry all the time so I told Loki he needed to help me with it today," you start to tell them.

"Still not seeing the funny," Tony says sarcastically.

"I'm getting there," you wave away his comment and he chuckles. "So anyway, I told him to help and he did... an okay job of it. I mean, the dryer and him got in a bit of a fight but we finally got it done," you continue.

"Did he break the dryer cause I've gotta do like four loads of laundry tonight?" Bucky asks concerned as he pulls out the stool next to Steve.

"How could you possibly have to do four loads of laundry?" Tony turns towards him. "You own one hoodie and three henleys at most," he adds.

"Can we get back to my problem?" you pull their attention back to yourself. "I might not have much time left," you joke but you aren't actually sure how long until Loki comes looking for you.

"What did you do to him?" Steve asks, sounding concerned for your safety. Loki would never hurt you of course, he loved you too much, but when you annoyed him you always found it hard to walk the next day.

"Well, he put all the laundry away using his magic but I told him that was cheating. He said it wasn't and we went back and forth for a bit until I made him a bet," you smile. Loki could never resist a wager, especially since he always assumed he would win, and he usually did. "I bet him... something," you suddenly realize you don't necessarily want the guys to know the dirty things you promised Loki and they all look away awkwardly for a moment as if they understood that.

"Right, whatever... so the bet was for him to make the bed himself, without his magic," you tell them.

"Look, I still don't like him very much but, give him a little credit. I think he's smart enough to figure it out," Bucky says.

"Yeah, that doesn't really seem like a bet you're going to win, Y/N," Steve agrees.

"Well... I might not have except for one teeny tiny little bitty detail," you assure them.

"Which is?" Tony asks with a mixture of curiosity and agitation that the story is taking so long.

"I switched the sheet set," you say, they all stare at you confused and you sigh. "I gave him a full size set... and we have a queen bed. There's not a chance in hell he's going to be able to get the fitted sheet on and if he does manage it, I'll know he used his magic and still win," you smile broadly, proud of yourself for tricking the trickster God.

"Well that's a dangerous game to play," Steve says and before you can respond you hear Loki coming down the hall.

"Y/N," he says when he enters the kitchen. You swallow as your mouth goes dry, he does not look happy. "You cheated," he says without question.

"No, I was just..." you try to explain but he walks towards you, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

"You... cheated," he says slowly as he backs you into the counter by the sink.

"I mean, only a little," you say with a smile but he doesn't smile back. "And I only did it to make sure you didn't use your magic," you quickly try to explain.

"Um, I think we should go... literally anywhere else," Steve says as Loki grips your waist with both hands and keeps you pressed between himself and the counter.

"Don't worry, we're leaving," Loki says with a smirk, still looking only at you. Without warning he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You gasp and the suddenness of it and he uses one arm to hold you in place by the back of your legs as he turns to leave the kitchen. He pauses and picks up your water bottle. "You'll need to keep hydrated, it's going to be a very long night, love," he says as he carries you down the hall towards your room.

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[spiderfunkz]

✧.* FLOUR N COOKIES.

— summary : when baking cookies with natasha turns into a flour fight.

— word count : 0,6k

— warnings : fluff, fem!reader, established relationship, nat & reader live together, flour fights, pet names, nat being a tease.

a/n : it's october so the autumn-y fics r here !! also i am a firm believer that nat struggles to do basic cooking.

baking was something you've always loved to do, since ever. you loved the process of buying the ingredients, picking the flavours, toppings, decorations, everything.

you especially loved baking for other people. it's your way of showing that you love and care for them, a love language sort of.

and it's always been a tradition for you to bake fall cookies for your friends. today, you were baking them for clint.

it was the perfect time to bake. the weather was perfect, it was foggy but not too foggy since you could still see the reflection of sunlight. the music was playing in the background, and nothing could possibly ruin this you thought.

tying your apron, natasha walks in to help.

"you look good in that apron." she smirks.

you ignore the comment as you grab the eggs from the fridge. "stay focused, we need to finish these cookies."

"well, i'm more or so thinking that you should wear that apron more often." she teases. "these cookies are for clint. realistically, you should be taking the lead." you reply.

"i've never baked before."

"ever? in your entire life? not even once?"

"i'm pretty sure that's what the word never means." — "do you at least know how to crack open an egg?"

you were met with silence. is she serious?

"just crack these eggs to that bowl, please." you point. "like this?" she asks.

you stare at her in disbelief. she seems confused, possibly wondering what she did wrong.

"you know, maybe, without, the eggshells."

she looks down at the bowl, "i think we should leave it. crunchy cookies, you know? it adds more protein, so it's healthy." she awkwardly smiles.

"whatever, i'll just pick the eggshells out." you carefully grab the slippery shells.

"soooo.. what's next?" she wipes the egg residue on her pants. "i'll whisk the wet ingredients, you can help me by grabbing the flour and baking soda."

natasha nods, as she grabs the ingredients you asked for from the cabinets above. "you know i've always wanted to do this with someone." she says, toying with the bag of flour.

"yeah well, this feels more like a me effort instead of a team effort." you state. "there's no me in team." natasha replies.

"yes there is. there's an 'e' and an 'm'." you stated.

"you're so smart, detka. keep blabbering. see what happens."

was that a threat? you look up from the bowl to see her grab a handful of flour. "put that down. don't get closer." you commanded.

"or what?" — "or the cookies won't get done, and clint will have over-floured cookies."

natasha shuffles forward.

"nat. i swear. i just cleaned the floor this morning."

"i'm not even moving."

"i can see you shuffling towards me."

"i'm standing very still. actually, here, catch!" she throws the flour to you. your clean apron was now covered in flour.

"oh you are so gonna regret that, natasha."

you swiftly grab a handful of flour from the bag, throwing it right on her black top.

natasha gasps, before throwing another handful to your direction.

this went on for a good minute before natasha finally stopped it by grabbing the bag from you.

"okay, okay! time out. i've got to take a picture of you, you look like a ghost!"

"really? because you should really look in the mirror, natasha. i can barely make out the red in your hair right now."

she glances at the reflection of the fridge. "that's. rude."

"who looks like a ghost now?"

"you still do. if i poured the mixture on you with chocolate chips and put you in the oven, would you become a cookie?" she jokes.

"don't you dare mess with the mixture."

"don't worry, love. i'd still love you if you were a cookie." natasha smiles.

[of-many-fandomss]

Bucky with a clingy reader, just the way the subtle touches or need to be near Bucky 😚

Thanks for being my first Bucky request 🫶

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It was the way you would hold his hand during mission briefings. It was the way you pulled him into a hug before he could even react after a long day at work. It was the way you gently ran your hand up and down his arm comfortingly when you could sense him starting to get worked up over something in public.

That was the way you showed Bucky you loved him.

With your subtle touches and hugs always at the ready for any situation along with kisses, and every time you did one of those things- no matter how small or insignificant they may seem to you- Bucky couldn’t help but fall further and further in love with you.

For a man who always had a hard time expressing how he was feeling, your constant touch was always the reassurance he needed and even motivated him to begin using physical touch as a way to communicate his love to you as well.

“Hey, doll,” Your boyfriend greeted with a quirk of his lips as he looked up from the book that he held in his hands.

You smiled at him in return, sinking down onto the cushions next to him and immediately cuddling up into his chest, letting out a small sigh of contentment as you did so.

He released a small chuckle, bending down to place a kiss on the top of your head as he gently closed the book and placed it to the side.

A small frown pulled at your features as you craned your neck to turn and look at him, “You can keep reading, Buck.” You informed him softly.

“Now, why would I want to do that, when I have all the entertainment I’ll ever need right in my lap?” He asked playfully, pulling you to sit comfortably on him as he spoke.

You giggled lightly, placing a kiss on his shoulder before burying your face in the crook of his neck.

The chuckle that vibrated through his chest shook your body slightly as he wrapped his arms tighter around you and rested his cheek on the top of your head, “I love you, doll.” He spoke up softly after a moment, “So damn much.”

“I love you too, Buck.” You replied without missing a beat, sinking even farther into his strong hold.

[rassvetsky]

Steel Blue

bucky barnes x reader

"Without giving you a chance to fight, Bucky left. For your own good. But almost a year later, as it turns out, neither of you can handle being apart, and Bucky missed you too much to play it nice when you're moaning out his name like that."

[4.3k] exes to lovers, angst to smut to fluff hehe, alcohol consumption, smoking, unprotected sex, making out, cunningulus, spit kink, marking, choking, bucky's such a gentleman i love him

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated. not proofread.

Soft chatter blended into the background as you kept your eyes blandly on the football match playing, small screen not doing the players any justice with the bird's-eye-view. Your fingers trailed the brim of your glass, favorite drink prepared the second you entered the pub, as you were probably the only regular there. That bartender had been a silent secret-keeper of yours for years now, and judging by how quiet and mellow you've been for the past year, he probably knew. 

"Hey," he approached you with a smile after serving his last customers, the group carrying their glasses over to their designated table. He had a warm personality, a bit mysterious perhaps, but the unknown didn't scare you one bit. He was the type of person to make others feel safe. "Everything's gonna be alright. Just wanted to remind you of that."

"Thanks, Colin." you sighed, a thankful smile playing on your lips as you took the last sip of your drink, reaching for your wallet since it was late already. 

Immediately, he reached over the bar to stop you, shaking his head to both sides with a frown. "It's literally impossible to convince you when something's on the house, isn't it?" he joked, earning a scoff from you. "Join me for a smoke break, clear your head a little. You drank a bit more than usual today." 

"Nothing out of the ordinary." you heaved a sigh, letting your wallet find its space back in your pocket as you got up, following his lead through the bar to the front entrance. You saw him fish for the pack of cigarettes in his back pocket in the dark, and you reached for your lighter, igniting the flame and holding it against the tip of his tab when he placed it in between his lips, as he took in a long drag, locking the fire in. 

You leaned on the wall and watched him as he took another cigarette out and replaced the other, using the already lit one to light that up before handing the one he had in between his fingers to you. You took it, swirled the thin roll between your fingers to get a read of the label, before taking a long, long drag. 

It was a bit quiet after that. 

"I saw Bucky last week," he admitted, tone soft, almost apologetic. "Asked me 'bout you. How you're doing, and all that." 

"Should've told him to piss off." 

"He's not a bad guy, Y/N. You know that better than I do." Colin's sigh pulled an eye roll out of you. "It's been, what, ten months? A year? Forgive and move on, sweetheart, it's the only way your heart could find peace." 

"I forgave him the second he left, forgiving is not the issue." you shook your head, a bitter chuckle leaving your lips as you watched smoke leave Colin's, urging you to take yet another drag. Letting it burn through your lungs, you exhaled, closing your eyes momentarily. "Can't forget. The only peace my heart ever knew was him." 

And how funny fate was, that a second before Colin started speaking again, your eyes met someone else's in a slight distance. 

Those steel blue eyes that used to let you know where home was. Your safe place. 

Colin followed your gaze through, offering a tight smile to the man, current subject of your conversation. He didn't see it though, too focused on the cigarette between your lips and the hurt in your eyes. Breaking away from the trance rather quickly, he looked ahead again, steps rushing but not towards you. And with that, he left. Not even sparing a hello. 

It's been a year since you last saw him. And it hurt like hell. 

It wasn't uncommon for you to wake up to an empty bed, the warmth of your boyfriend which you fell asleep with long gone, instead replaced by a ruthless cold that took over your entire body, the longer your gaze lingered on his side. 

It wasn't uncommon for him to be apathetic at times. You knew what he went through and what his mind was still putting him through, but you always made sure to let him know that it was okay for him to approach you, seek refuge in your arms and close his eyes, only to think about absolutely nothing. No worries, no demons chasing him through; just you. Just the moment. 

But that morning a year ago, the dread you felt buried deep within your chest let you know that there was more to him just getting up earlier than you when you woke up to his side being cold again. You could still feel the kiss he left by your hairline before he left in the morning, semi-asleep state not allowing you to pull him back to bed when your dreams sounded sweeter to go back to. 

You could feel your heart beating by your fingertips when you blindly reached for the folded paper you noticed by the bedside drawer, unfolding carefully only to be met with Bucky's handwriting, hard to read for everyone but you. 

You wished that you never ever learned how to read then. 

You could tell by the crookedness of the lines and rounds that his hands were shaky as he wrote away, starting off his note with your name, lettering almost apologetic. 

Thank you for making my life a lot more bearable, it read, as you ruffled through the lines with your eyes, unable to concentrate on one sentence at a time. I've always been a firm believer that love and respect are earned, and unfortunately, I never earned your love no matter how keen you were to give it to me. I loved you more than I could ever begin to comprehend, yet you deserved more than I could give. 

You felt hot tears pushing through, creating a pathway through your cold cheeks, salt lines leading the way down to your neck as you blinked once, twice, trying to get rid of them as much as you could just so you could keep reading. 

No matter how much I want to be selfish, I couldn't possibly do that to you. There's a lot of things in this world that you need to experience. You don't deserve to be staying up all night and ruining your tomorrow just so you can hold me through a nightmare. You deserve to be happy, unconditionally. And I know this isn't a good way of ensuring that, but at least this way I'll be sure that I'm not the one holding you back. The guilt of it is unbearable. 

Bucky. A fair man. Yet he never gave you a chance to fight. 

So, as petty as it is, you didn't try to get him back. As your fingers clutched the collar of the hoodie, borrowed from him; you set the paper down next to you, a heavy sob breaking through before you laid down again, knees to your chest. 

I'm going to love you 'till the end of time. 

Your legs worked faster than your brain could, as they led the way to the pub a week later. It was routine at that point, you never liked to drink all that much but not like you had anyone left to talk to. Most of your friends were busy with life, understandably, as you lingered over the same sore spot for god knows how long. 

Colin's smile invited you in, he already had his jacket on as sometimes he left a bit earlier, leaving the bar to his cousin. The latter was still a student, thankful for every moment that Colin let him work there, as money was tight for everyone and it was hard to find a place for yourself in the job market. "Hey, love." pulling you into a hug, Colin patted your shoulder, head signaling towards the bar. "Someone's waiting for you." 

Taken aback, you frowned. Not a lot of people knew about your little routine, and probably nobody in your life would show up at a random pub with hopes of you hopping by, without even a heads-up. "Who?" 

"Go see for yourself. I need to go, though, please don't hate me when I'm back." 

That sounded like you were about to have a real good reason to hate him once he was back. 

Nonetheless, you waved him goodbye, before making your way over to the bar and scanning the people that sat by it. Spotting an empty stool, the figure next to it felt awfully familiar, quickening the beating of your heart and the intake of your breaths as you swallowed down a lump on your throat, slowly making your way over to it. 

His eyes met yours again. Almost lit up, even. 

"Baby." 

You were bitter, Bucky was guilty. 

Understandably. 

As you sipped through the pint of Guinness he ordered for you, he kept playing with his fingers, gloves left on the bar long ago as if he was trying to show you that he was better. 

And indeed, he was. 

He pushed through. 

And you couldn't help but feel like maybe that's because of the lack of you in his life, although it seemed to be far from the actual case. He was actually happy to see you, ecstatic even, as your sight was the only thing he wished for in the past year. Every night was spent ruffling through memories of you, snippets of how warm your embrace would feel, how your kisses would ignite a thousand fires on his soul and how you'd smile up at him as if he hung the stars.

He missed you enough to go crazy. 

And you missed him too, but you were as stubborn as a mule. God, you were so bullet-headed that he could barely bring himself to look at you, guilt eating him alive from the inside, fear of never being understood laid deep within his chest. 

But you understood him. Forgave him. Knew why he left, knew why he felt like he had to.

You were just so angry at him that he took your only source of happiness away from you. 

"Sounds eventful." you muttered after he gave you a short recap of how his year went, chuckling to yourself a bit. Barely anything had changed for you except that you hated going home now, knowing that Bucky, your Bucky wouldn't be there to pull you into his embrace and keep you away from whatever was plaguing you all day. You used to love going back home to him back then. 

Bucky kept the silence going for a little while, before reaching from under the bar to brush his fingers against yours. Even the slightest touch like that burned his eyes with tears threatening to escape, he was desperate, so desperate that he could get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness, for you to give him something, anything, perhaps a hug or at the very least, a shove. 

"I can't do this anymore." he admitted, tone sheepish. "I came here a couple of weeks ago, asked Colin about you- and fuck, I hoped that you'd be happy, I prayed every night for you to already have forgotten about me-" a sigh left his lips. "But hearing that you were… It broke me. It broke my heart again and I- I'm sorry. I don't- there's no excuse, but I miss you. And I love you, so much." 

His voice was breaking. 

You couldn't help but sniffle, and grab his hand. Your hold was firm, determined, almost filled with passion, even. 

"I forgave you long ago, Buck." you whispered, the nickname washing out quite a bit of his worries as he leaned in a bit, just to hear you better. To hear you closer. "But I don't think you understand what exactly you ripped apart from me when you left. How- How could you even begin to think that I'd be happier without you?" a single tear traveled down your cheek. "As if I'm as pure as the driven snow. As if I gave you anything remotely close to what you actually deserve." 

"You gave me more than-" 

"No, shut up," you snapped, shaking your head. "Seriously, drop that bullshit. We were perfect for each other and you- you were just-" 

You couldn't bring yourself to say it. Because you knew that it wasn't what you actually felt, it wasn't what you actually wanted to say. 

With a sigh, his gaze dropped to the floor. Thinking over everything the two of you had been through. Countless nights spent with you nursing him back to the present with quiet shushes, whispers of 'I'm here, you're with me, safe'. Countless hours of your gentle fingers working shampoo through his hair, massaging his scalp, patching up his bruises. You never mentioned it, never used it against him, instead talked him through the process by telling him about your day; about the flock of birds you saw by the port, about a cute snail you found stranded in the middle of the pavement and carried to safety. 

About life. 

You kept reminding him that there was a world around him, detached from his own bubble. 

When he looked back up at you, his gaze held a thousand words that he didn't have the power to speak out loud at that moment, and a thousand stars. Which, again, you were sure that he hung, himself.

And a silent agreement surged through the both of you then. 

Bucky could still walk the way to your bedroom with his eyes closed, or rather, occupied. You giggled at the realization, legs wrapping up around his waist a bit tighter but you knew that even if you let go, he'd hold you. 

He was keeping you tight against him as if you'd disappear right before his eyes. 

His lips didn't leave an inch untouched, shirt long gone by the living room, straps of your bra pushed down as he bit down on the thin skin near your collarbones. He imagined this moment at least a million times when he was alone, guilt seeping through his veins but even the thought of you kept him going, tight around his length as he fucked his fist, imagining, wishing, praying that it was you instead. 

And although he promised himself that he'd take it slow and savor it if he ever got the chance again, that promise was long forgotten the second you pressed your lips against his. 

He wasn't rushing, he had all night anyway but god, he was unhinged; uncontrollable with the way a low growl left his lips when he finally laid you down on the bed, a broken moan leaving your own lips when his clothed length pressed against your core. Your hips jumped up to meet his halfway through as you tugged on the end of his shirt to pull it up, and he allowed you to do that, discarding the piece of fabric somewhere on the floor before he reached in for a kiss. 

It was wet, messy, sloppy even- but it had been way too long for any of you to care. You missed feeling his lips against yours, spit leaving a trail in between whenever the two of you parted to catch your breath. Your lower lip got caught between his teeth as he tugged slightly, not even bothering to play nice when his tongue grazed yours, hands all over your body as you squirmed under his weight. His lips traveled all the way down to your neck again, ruthless with the way he was abusing your skin, making sure that the reminders of that moment would stay for at least a day or two. 

You were his, and he wasn't going to let his insecurities take you away from him this time. 

Your fingers tangled through his hair, keeping him tight against your skin with a whisper of his name, body practically on fire with the way you were just so desperate to feel him against you, impossibly closer. It wasn't enough, and it felt like it'd never be. 

"Baby, please," you breathed out, hardly able to even speak with how dried up your throat felt already. He only hummed against your skin, hands making their way in between the bed and your back to unclasp your bra, pulling it through your arms before throwing it elsewhere. 

"Please what?" the look in his eyes made you feel like he'd give you the world at that moment if you asked, lips pink, swollen & wet. You couldn't find an answer- you were so ready to take just whatever he saw fit, mind buzzy with the way he kept grinding on you mindlessly. All those fabrics must've felt like a crowd to him too, as he pulled away a little to peel your jeans off, his own following suit. "Tell me what you want." 

"You know exactly what I want, stop teasing," your tone was meant to be threatening but it came out more of a whine than anything else, as your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head when he landed a harsh spank on your inner thigh. "Fuck- sorry, 'm sorry," you slurred, already drunk with everything about him. "Just- please, anything." 

"Been too long that you're not as vulgar as you used to be," he snickered, specifically slow as he tugged his boxers off, crawling right back to you just to trail soft & wet kisses across your abdomen, tickling you a bit but you didn't have it in you to complain. "You'd lay there for hours just begging for my cock, wouldn't you, baby?" 

Your mindless nod pulled a chuckle from him as he reached further south, one kiss right above where your underwear ended before hooking a finger through the cloth, pulling it across your legs. "Kept thinking of you. Kept thinking about how wet you always got for me." he whispered, fingertips slowly leading the way to your core, now bare and drenched with expectation as you squirmed, nodding rapidly as if to confirm that. 

A dragged out mewl finally left you when he ran his flesh fingers through your soaked folds, hissing out a curse before gripping your thigh and pulling you closer, face already level with your entrance. "Bucky, Bucky, baby," you mumbled, fingers treading through his hair when his tongue made contact with your sensitive bundle of nerves, wet fingers teasing your entrance as he savored the taste. 

He wasn't as patient for much longer though, as he pulled away for a bit to let a ball of his spit fall and soak through your already damp core. Using that leverage to push two of his fingers in, he curled them slightly in the way he knew would affect you the best. The slight graze against your walls pulled a sob through you, as you threw your head back against the mattress, back arching when he trapped your clit in between his lips again, sucking and licking until you were reduced to a whimpering mess beneath his hold. Your cries weren't as silent anymore as you moaned out his name, louder than you meant to, the time spent apart definitely showing its effects as you could already feel a familiar coil forming. 

The only thing that could be heard throughout your rather quiet apartment was the slurping sounds of his lips against your core, groans that left him when he grazed his clothed length against the mattress and your loud pleas, screams of his name with a few tears escaping. It was too much, it was too less, it was perfect and everything in between as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, abusing your clit in a way that you'd only let him. 

That coil didn't take too long to snap, vision blurry until white, his stubble glistening under the dim light with your essence. He felt every single bit of his body taken over with primal urge, wanting to taste you and use you until you couldn't even form a thought, but good lord, he tried too hard to push that back and show you just how much he missed you. Your body was still shaky as he helped you ride through the high, sensitive to the touch, flinching and squirming without much effort. 

The harmony between the two of you was impossible to miss when he pushed himself up and forward just to find you awaiting him there, lips parted and tongue out to be given what you deserve. Bucky let a mix of his spit and your wetness fall on your tongue then, as you swallowed it all down with gratitude, body melting against his when he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a moment to recover. "Tell me you love me." 

You couldn't reply properly then, only a soft whine leaving your lips before his metal fingers suddenly wrapped around your neck, squeezing from both sides slightly to pull that answer out of you. "Love you so much," you dragged out, a bit woozy. "More than anythin'." 

His smile was animalistic as he lined his length up with your entrance, running the tip along your folds to spread your wetness around, your shaky intake of breath indicating just how sensitive you got from only one orgasm. 

He wanted more. 

"Love you more, baby." he whispered before pushing the tip in, the stretch causing you both to groan in unison as he slowly bottomed out, pulling out a bit just to thrust right back in. "Fuck, still so tight for me. You were made for me, weren't you?" 

You could only nod, unable to form any coherent sentences at that moment as your lips parted, gasps leaving through with every single thrust until he got a little meaner. Your gasps left their place for broken moans and sobs then, the force of him on top of you pushing you deeper into the mattress, the guttural groans leaving his lips jerking you further towards the edge of completely losing your self-control. 

This is not where you expected to end up tonight, but you were so ready to thank every single supreme being you could think of. 

His grip on your neck got tighter, free arm used to keep his body up on top of you as you held onto him for your life, nails definitely leaving marks through his back and shoulders when you dug in. He didn't mind, if anything, the pain only made him want to ruin you harder, keep you sore for days just to return to you whenever he saw fit. His hot breath rhythmically hit your neck as he gasped against the skin, hips drilling into you with so much force that the intensity got you shaking again. 

Metal fingers trailed down in between your bodies to circle your clit, harsh material forcing a louder moan out of you as you spread your legs a bit wider for him, the stretch burning through your joints. You were dangerously close already, clenching around his length uncontrollably, intense enough to elicit dragged out and loud moans from him. 

"Good fucking girl," he growled against your ear, soft pants leaving his lips as he took a deep breath. "Come for me, c'mon. Give me what I want." his words barely made any sense to you, as you were way too preoccupied with the loud sounds you let out, mind busy trying to fight off the fog that took over. 

And that fog didn't dissipate until it was finally too much to take in, a heavenly sense of relief surging through your body with heavy tremors, breath held behind a gasp and eyes rolled close. He wasn't too far behind, pace already faltering when his moans got even more broken, unable to keep it together with the tight grip you had on his length as he pushed deep and filled you up- right to the brim. 

With your neck free from his hold, and his weight no longer on you but next to you- you could open your eyes again. Both of you were still panting, trying to recover from what just happened- and speaking of that, Bucky's eyes were on your blissed face, looking for any sort of regret but all he could see when you finally looked up at him was pure happiness in your eyes. 

You were still capable of looking at him like he hung the stars for you. 

A smile broke out on his lips before he pulled you close, sticky bodies wrapping around one another but you were too high to care, especially when he ran his fingers all over your body and pressed his lips against yours. "How are you feeling?" 

"Good," you chuckled wearily. "Really good." 

"I'm glad." with his soft whisper, you closed your eyes again. "You can go to sleep if you want, I'll clean you right up and cuddle you." 

You wanted to go back to sleep. Hell, you could sleep all day if left unsupervised but seeing Bucky under the morning light, fast asleep with soft snores leaving him was a sight to behold. 

You couldn't take your eyes off of him. 

Your fingers went up to caress his face, tracing his features as a sigh left your lips. He was so beautiful, looked so peaceful and you were really torn between wanting him to wake up and wanting him to get some rest. But the latter didn't seem to be happening anytime soon as he smiled, eyes still closed, just a sleepy hum leaving him. "Morning," he spoke, voice a little raspy from all that sleep. 

"I love you." you whispered, smiling along when he opened his eyes and nodded. He knew, he never for once doubted your love- not because you were a master at reminding him that every day but because he always felt it in his bones when you were around. 

"I love you too, so much," he whispered back. "And I'm never ever leaving the love of my life again."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

[bellaveux]

hi! i was just thinking about how college wanda would be a cuddle monster once you start dating :) how she would be very soft and clingy when you’re alone🥹

:( she’d be so cute!! in the beginning, wanda would be a little shy and hesitant when it comes to touching you, mainly because she feels like she’s gone so long without it and she’s still learning about what she would like to do with you. but when you start to initiate some soft intimate touches, only then, she gets bolder and realizes how much she loves that physical contact with you. in public she’s more subtle when it comes to pda, but she does try to have some sort of contact with you (like a hand on your thigh, or on the small of your back, holding hands, standing extra close to you, etc)

but she prefers to be alone with you, in her dorm room or yours, when she can pull you close without any interruptions. studying together in your rooms also often led to napping together, like when you’re lying down on her bed, facing each other with her arm over your frame, pulling you close to her chest so that she could feel your breath against her skin. you’d fall asleep first because ultimately, wanda likes to watch your face for a bit while you sleep, because she thinks you look so beautiful and peaceful. it makes her want to press gentle kisses all over your face as you sleep. then she’d carefully pull your head into the crook of her neck, listening and feeling you breathe softly against her. she’d fall asleep so fast :(

she also loves falling asleep on top of you. it’s got to be one of her favorites. her head would be resting right on your chest or snuggled up into your neck as you thread your hand into her hair, softly massaging her scalp. she loves it when your hand is softly running through her hair while her arms would be wrapped around you so tightly, clinging to you so that you wouldn’t be able to move away. she would groan and whine if you move too much and hold you tighter to keep you still.

college!wanda is very much a little cuddle bug.

note: didn’t know if this was a request so here is a little blurb i hope you enjoy!!

— navigation!

[yournextbimbogf]

Thinking about hot and bothered Miguel gets when he gets high. His words are all slurred and mumbled, he can’t even get a single word in without giggling into oblivion. The song playing in the background slowly getting muffled by both of your snickers. He places you onto his lap and burrows his head into your soft neck before mumbling

“Mami you smell so good” he smelled so good, his smell was intoxicating with a smell of weed lingering. He kisses your soft lips getting a bit of lipgloss on his as he smirks. You feel like your on cloud nine when your with your husband already but when you two are high? It’s forget everything at this point. His kisses travel down your neck you keep laughing in response but you were turned on. his kisses suddenly go down to your breasts as he gropes them.

“Gotta appreciate these too baby.” He spoke in admiration. He licks your nipple just to get the reaction of you moaning loudly. He just had to get a taste of your pussy, he was so addicted. he pulls away and positions you to lay on the bed with your lead spreading you look up at the ceiling waiting for something to happen, in a instant you feel his warm tongue lapping at your pussy. He grips your thighs so they can stay spread as he grunts while eating you out. You feel his tongue go deep inside of you, so for your reaction you squirm and little bit.

“I know it feels good baby just let me pleasure my wife” he mumbles out. You feel a knot in your stomach indicating that your gonna cum. Your fingers find his fluffy hair and tugs it slightly. He finally pushes his fingers into your cunt and makes you cum instantly. his chin and chest is covered in your fluids as he smiles showing a bit of his pointy fangs.

“You did such a good job baby. M’ proud of you” he says while laying his body next to yours into a cuddling position.

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[babyjakes]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | edging

pairing | dom!steve rogers x sub!reader

warnings | dom/sub relationship. stevie - he's so stern but sweet i love him :'). daddy kink (steve and reader refer to him as ‘daddy.) restraints. fingering. toy use (magic wand.) edging, orgasm control. crying. lots of praise and talking reader through it. some aftercare.

word count | 670

thinking about how a stricter dom!steve looooves edging you, his sweet little subby baby 🥺

he lays you out spread nice and wide on the bed, securing your wrists and ankles with rope to keep you from squirming. settles at your side with the magic wand in hand— his fav 😌 he loves the way your eyes go wide at the sight of it

he starts you on low, gradually working up the speed/intensity. slipping a finger into your needy hole at some point, then another, and another. three’s your limit without making it too much of a stretch. “good girl. so full of me, aren’t you baby? how’s that feel? you like taking daddy’s fingers?” smiling so sweetly at you when you nod and whimper

he knows just the spot to nestle the bulb of the wand into, right up against your aching clit 🫶 your poor little pussy gets sooo hot and tingly so fast, steve can’t help but chuckle gently at the sight of you unraveling so quickly

“pretty girl, daddy wants you to hold it.”

your distressed whines and big, pleading eyes earn you a sympathetic smile, but no mercy 😔 “c’mon baby. know you can be a big girl and hold it, right? can you show me, doll?”

you’re gritting your teeth as your toes curl, using every ounce of your focus and energy to hold off the inevitable. when steve sees you’re nearing the end of your rope, you’re suddenly hit with a sense of emptiness and need— his fingers are gone and the wand has been pulled away just in time

he strokes your tummy lovingly as it clenches, your breaths coming out in staggers. the look of shock and disappointment on your face are hard for him to bear, but barely shows it

“breathe, sweetheart. there you go,” he’s talking you through it. licking up your juices from his fingers, savoring your taste

a few minutes pass before he gently brings the tips of his digits back to tease at your entrance. “one more time for me baby, can you do that? one more time, then daddy’ll give you what you need”

the bulb of the wand is eased back up against your throbbing clit as he starts working you up again. this time it happens much quicker. “daddy, d-daddy!”

he knows this time around is much more intense for you. as cruel and punishing as he comes off, he’s well in-tune with your body and knows just when to pull away again, right before sending you over the edge

“shhh, i know, babydoll. i know,” he croons as you let out a frustrated sob. he’s wiping your tears away gently, kissing your forehead. “you’ve been so good for me, honey. daddy’s good girl, think you’ve earned yourself some relief, huh?”

you’re a wiggling, writhing mess as he finally brings the wand and his fingers back for the promised finale. fucking his long, muscular digits up into you faster and with more force this time, working the wand in steady up and down strokes over your burning core. “okay baby, there you go. c’mon, give me a nice big one,” his encouragement sends you over the edge as your orgasm is pulled from you.

body on fire from all the built up anticipation 😩 it was so worth it!!! a high that lasts what feels like minutes, your pussy contracting harshly around steve’s waiting fingers. “there it is. such a good girl,” he’s smiling so big, so proud of you

you cry through and after your orgasm, your soft whimpers and sniffles melting the stern man’s heart. as soon as his hands are clean and the wand is switched off, he’s holding you, praising you, taking care of you. he knows how vulnerable you are after such an intense buildup and climax

“my precious girl, you did so well. daddy’s so proud of you, baby. come here, come let me hold you. there you go, sweetheart. deep breaths, daddy’s got you” 💕

[tom-holland-parker]

A Good Man

Summary: When Bucky has a nightmare all he wants if for you to hold him close

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!reader

Word count:  1272

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The scream woke you up. You sleepily sat up already knowing the cause of the noise. When Tony had told you there were soundproof rooms he didn’t take into account the air vent that connected your room with Bucky. You’d been hearing it for months but chose not to say anything, not wanting him to feel embarrassed. You spent countless nights wishing you could go to his room and comfort him, but you knew Bucky, he’d tell you he’s fine before you even get the chance to ask if he’s okay.

Tonight was different though, the little voice in the back of your head was screaming at you to check on him, at least knock on his door and ask if he needed something, anything just to hear his voice.

You sighed, trudging out of bed, you grabbed your robe and walked barefoot on the cold tiles towards his room. Listening closely, you pressed your ear to the door in hopes to hear something that would tell you he was somewhat okay but you were met with only silence.

“Bucky” You said quietly as you knocked on the door. Seconds passed before you reached for the doorknob, surprised when you noticed it was unlocked. “Bucky I know it’s late I was just checking to see if you were-”

There he sat, in a messy pile of blankets and pillows on the floor. The tears on his face were visible due to the moonlight that lit the room. His head shot up to look at you, “y/n” he said as he quickly looked away from you in hopes that you wouldn’t see him crying. “What are you doing up?” His voice was barely above a whisper

You bit your lip as you tiptoed into the room, shutting the door behind you before walking towards the bed where you sat on the edge. “I just wanted to check on you and make sure you were okay”

You watched as his shoulders slumped and he stared at his hands, “Did I wake you?” the sadness in his voice broke your heart.

“Yeah” You whispered quietly as you moved to get up from the bed. You didn’t have to look at his face to know he was even more disappointed with himself. The urge to hold him close was overwhelming as you slowly moved to sit next to him, “Do you want to talk about it?”

You placed your hand gently on his back, feeling the thin layer of sweat that covered his body, “Or not, I can leave if you want me too”

He stayed quiet, enjoying the feeling of your hand moving up and down his back, “ever since Steve left I’ve had this recurring dream that I’m losing control again” he paused, twiddling with his fingers, “I’m just so scared that I’ll lose all the progress I’ve made and end up hurting everyone again”

You bit your lip, watching as he moved to face you. The look of fear and sadness in his eyes made you want to cry, “I’m just so scared that I’m not a good man."

You pulled him close, his head resting on your chest as your arms wrapped tightly around him. "Bucky" Tears began to fall from his eyes, wetting your shirt as he broke down. You stay quiet, your hand rubbing his back soothingly.

The room went silent after a few minutes, your hand continuing to rub his back. You looked around the room, noticing how everything except the tiny pile of blankets you were laying in seemed untouched, as if no one had lived in it. You frowned at the idea of bucky feeling out of place in his surroundings.

“I’m sorry” His voice was quiet as he moved away from your embrace, “I woke you up and now I'm basically unloading my baggage on you, that’s not fair. You should go to bed, I’ll try to keep quiet”

“Bucky, you’re my friend and I love you and I’m not going to let you go through this by yourself. So,” You got up from the floor and walked over to the closet, “You’re going to change your clothes, I'm gonna put some new sheets on the bed and we’re going to lay down” 

5 minutes. That all it took before Bucky was back in your arms, both of you laying in bed as your fingers gently ran through his hair, “You know I only joined the avengers because of you” You confessed in a whisper

“What?” he lifted his head slightly to look at you, "that's not true, you're one of the smartest people on the team they were practically begging to get you on" 

You chuckled moving your body to be face to face with him, "yes they were begging but for the longest time I didn't want to come" 

Bucky stayed silent waiting for you to continue your story, "I had done so many bad things in the past I never thought that I could do any good with my life. And then one day Steve Rogers comes knocking on my apartment door begging me to hear him out" you smiled at the memory, "so we're sitting down in my kitchen and he's telling me stories of his best friend Bucky Barnes who stuck by his side every moment as kids and always put people before himself. And he told me all about the torture you went through and how even after all the bad you did that not a day goes by that he doesn't see the same person he saw back in the 40s. The same person that would stick up for the scrawny little guy no matter how bad the situation was" 

"I didn't know he saw me that way" Bucky whispered, tears forming in his eyes. Your hand moved to caress his face. "After I spoke with him I thought to myself if someone still had the chance to be a hero even after all the bad maybe there was a shot for me"

"You're the first person besides Steve who made me feel comfortable here" Bucky said in a hushed tone, as if he was sad to say it, "everyone was sort of okay with me because Steve said they had to be, not that I blame them I'd be hesitant too but it's like everyone is walking on eggshells around me waiting for me to slip up just once. Then you came along and made me feel like maybe I wasn't a total fuck up"

"Bucky you're an amazing person. A true hero in my eyes and the definition of a good man" you watched him crack a smile as he grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers. 

"Thank you" he said before kissing your hand. You both were exhausted, fighting to keep your eyes open. 

"You're welcome" you yawned pulling your body closer to his as you both held each in silence, sleep taking over your bodies

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The next morning you woke to the feeling of Bucky's fingers trailing gently over your body, tracing every curve as if he was trying to memorize you in this exact state, "good morning" you say as you rub your eyes

"Good morning" Bucky gives a say smile still staring at you in adoration, "thank you for last night, that was probably the most I've slept in weeks" 

"Anytime" you smiled before placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, "I have an early morning meeting but if you ever want to do this again I'll be glad to help"

Bucky chuckled, "I think I'll take you up on that offer"

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