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wolvietxt · 6 months ago
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𝓕IRSTS 𝓦ITH 𝓨OU !
pairing : bucky barnes x implied fem!reader warnings : implied size diff, established relationship, tfatws!bucky, fluff,  wc : 2.6k summary : you introduce bucky to the things he’s missed out on, namely the office, theme parks, and emojis :3
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bucky’s fingers hovered over the screen of his new phone, brow furrowed in concentration. you had been explaining how everything worked for the past half hour - apps, texts, even sending pictures - and while he was doing his best to keep up, you could tell he was still lost in the sea of modern technology. 
“so, this is how you send a text,” you said, pointing to the message box. “you just type what you want to say, then hit send.” you hit a few buttons on his phone and then pulled away to give him some space.
he nodded slowly, looking at the screen as if it were a puzzle he hadn’t quite solved yet. “okay. and... the emojis?” he asked after a pause, his tone unsure.
“they’re just little pictures to add to what you’re saying. makes it more fun, i guess.” you flashed him a quick smile before adding, “and, if you’re talking to me, you’re gonna use them, or else i’ll think you’re mad at me.”
bucky’s lips curved upward just a fraction at the playful challenge. “right,” he muttered, glancing back at the emojis, his expression turning serious again. “this one - ” he tapped an image of a smiley face, “ - this is good, right?”
you nodded with enthusiasm. “perfect. now try sending it to me.”
bucky hesitated for a moment before carefully typing out a message: “Hey. 🙂” 
he looked at you for approval, his blue eyes searching yours.
“well done,” you said softly, holding back a giggle. “you did it, buck.”
he grinned, a little relieved but still unsure. “guess ‘m getting the hang of this.”
“you are,” you replied, your voice filled with genuine encouragement. you could see him trying, and that was enough to make you proud.
“now,” you began, leaning in closer, “I’m going to teach you how to send a selfie. It’s easy.” you grabbed your phone and showed him how to take a picture, flipping the camera to face him. “like this.”
“a selfie?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“yeah, you’re going to love it,” you said, snapping a quick picture of him as he looked confused but willing to give it a try. “okay, now you do it. just - ” you stopped yourself, realising something. “don’t look so grumpy, though. smile a little.”
bucky rolled his eyes but played along, pulling a reluctant smirk before he tapped the button to take the picture. “this feels weird,” he muttered, but his gaze softened when he saw the result. he stared at the picture of himself for a moment, before looking at you. “it’s not bad.”
“not bad at all,” you said with a smile, grabbing your phone and sending the photo to him.
you watched him check his phone, his brow furrowing once more as he took in the photo, then back at the screen as you sent a quick text: “that smile is great, by the way.”
he read it, then quickly typed back: “you’re making fun of me.”
“no, i’m not,” you teased, tapping the keys with your fingers. “i think it’s cute.”
before he could respond, you leaned in, brushing your lips against his jaw. his body went still at the contact, the soft touch of your lips drawing his attention away from the phone. without saying a word, he kissed you fully, his lips warm and steady against yours.
“you talk too much,” bucky murmured when he finally pulled away, his voice gruff but affectionate.
you couldn’t help but giggle, looking up at him. “sorry,” you said, smiling in that way that made his chest tighten. “but i’m trying to teach you how to use a phone.”
“teach me less,” he replied, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice. before you could answer, he kissed you again, this time slower, his lips lingering on yours longer than before. it was like he couldn’t help himself, needing to pull you close and forget about everything else. 
when he pulled back, there was a softness in his eyes that was so different from the gruff exterior he usually put on. “you’re a distraction,” he admitted, though he didn’t sound bothered in the least. 
“only when i’m teaching you how to text?” you asked, your smile still wide.
“always,” he said with a grin, kissing you again, this time more gently, as if savouring the moment before pulling away and reaching for his phone. 
he looked at the screen again, tapping at it thoughtfully. “okay, what about this one?” he asked, tapping a face with hearts for eyes. “it seems like... the right one.”
you grinned, unable to resist the warmth that filled you at how cute he was, trying so hard to understand all this. “perfect,” you whispered. “now, send it.”
bucky hesitated for a beat, then pressed send. he turned to look at you, like he was asking for your approval.
“you did it,” you said softly, heart swelling with affection. “now, you’re a pro.”
he raised his eyebrows. “am i allowed to text you good morning now?”
“whenever you want,” you said with a grin, your hand finding his and squeezing it gently. “and i’ll send you emojis all day.”
bucky looked at his phone again, glancing up at you with a fond smile. “then i’m gonna need to figure out a lot more emojis.”
“take your time,” you teased, before your lips met his once more, this time without interruption.
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the apartment was dimly lit, the only light coming from the tv screen where the office was playing. you had insisted that bucky give the show a try, promising him that it was the perfect mix of awkward humour and heartwarming moments. at first, he had grumbled about it, saying something about not needing to watch “a bunch of idiots in an office.” but here you were, four episodes deep, and you could see that little spark of amusement in his eyes.
bucky had his arm draped around your shoulders, his large frame practically swallowing you up as you nestled into his side. you were curled up against him, legs tucked under you, head resting on his chest. every now and then, you could feel the rumble of his low chuckle vibrating against you whenever something on-screen caught him off guard.
“i still don’t get how that jim guy hasn’t been fired yet,” he muttered, shaking his head as jim played yet another prank on dwight. “guy’s got a death wish or somethin’.”
you smiled, turning your face up to look at him. there was a light in his eyes, the corners of his lips twitching upwards as he tried to hide how much he was actually enjoying the show. “maybe he reminds you of someone?” you teased, poking his side.
he shot you a look, all mock seriousness. “you callin’ me a troublemaker?” 
“if the shoe fits,” you replied with a grin, turning back to the screen.
as the episode continued, you found yourself more focused on him than the tv. you loved seeing bucky like this, relaxed, at ease, his defences down for once. there was something so endearing about the way he’d get lost in the episodes, brows furrowing when michael said something ridiculous, or the rare moments when he’d throw his head back and laugh - a real, deep laugh that you couldn’t help but adore.
during one of those moments, as pam and jim exchanged a look, you felt his chest rumble with laughter, and it was so infectious that you couldn’t help but giggle, too. he glanced down at you, catching you staring, and for a second, it was like the rest of the world disappeared.
“what?” he asked, his voice softening.
“nothing,” you said, a little shy under his gaze. “you’re just... cute when you laugh.”
his eyebrows shot up, surprise flashing across his face before it softened into a shy smile. “yeah? well, don’t go tellin’ everyone.” 
you laughed, but before you could tease him more, he suddenly shifted, tugging you closer until you were practically in his lap. your breath hitched as he wrapped both arms around you, enveloping you in his warmth. 
you fit so easily against him, his hands splaying over your waist, and you could feel the steady beat of his heart under your cheek. the show kept playing in the background, but you were completely lost in the moment, the way he held you so gently despite his strength.
“you’re missing the best part,” you whispered, but your voice was soft, almost hesitant, like you didn’t really want to break the spell.
“nah,” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “this is the best part.”
your cheeks warmed, and you couldn’t resist tilting your head back to steal a quick kiss. he met you halfway, his lips warm and surprisingly soft, his stubble scraping pleasantly against your skin. 
“hmm, you taste better than jim’s pranks,” he teased, a smirk tugging at his lips when he pulled away.
you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. “careful, barnes, you might start liking sitcoms.”
“only if you’re watchin’ them with me,” he said, squeezing your waist gently. 
you settled back into his chest, letting the familiar sounds of dunder mifflin fill the room. with one hand idly playing with the hem of your shirt, bucky seemed content, occasionally making little comments about the show under his breath that made you giggle. 
as the theme song played for the next episode, you reached for your phone to check the time, but bucky’s hand covered yours, stopping you. “stay,” he murmured, his voice low, almost pleading. 
you glanced up at him, surprised by the hint of vulnerability in his eyes. it wasn’t often that he asked for things so openly, but when he did, it always tugged at your heart. 
“okay,” you whispered, setting your phone aside and snuggling closer, the two of you wrapped up in each other as the episodes played on, the world outside forgotten for just a little while.
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the air was filled with the sounds of laughter, the occasional scream from the roller coasters, and the smell of funnel cakes and popcorn drifting through the breeze. the theme park was bustling with life, a kaleidoscope of colours and sounds that made your heart race with excitement. you could hardly contain your giddiness as you pulled bucky along by the hand, weaving through the crowd.
bucky, on the other hand, looked a little overwhelmed. his brows were furrowed as he glanced around, taking in everything like he was preparing for an ambush. it was endearing, really - the way his grip on your hand tightened every time someone bumped into you, his protective instincts kicking in.
“relax, buck, it’s just a theme park,” you teased, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.
he grunted, still looking suspiciously at a guy in a giant mascot costume waving at children. “yeah, well, not sure i trust a place where people scream for fun.”
you couldn’t help but laugh, tugging him closer. “that’s the whole point! come on, let’s try a ride.”
you led him to the line for one of the tamer rides - a classic spinning teacup attraction. bucky eyed it warily, but he didn’t protest, letting you drag him into one of the pastel-coloured cups. once you were seated, you watched with a grin as he tried to figure out how the ride worked, his large hands gripping the metal wheel in the centre.
the ride started to spin, slowly at first, then picking up speed. you were laughing uncontrollably, the wind whipping through your hair, and when you glanced over at bucky, he had this look of pure concentration, like he was trying to out-spin everyone else.
“bucky, it’s not a competition!” you managed to gasp out between giggles.
he shot you a playful glare, a rare smile breaking through his usually stern expression. “everything’s a competition, doll.”
when the ride finally slowed to a stop, you were both a little dizzy, but you couldn’t stop smiling. you staggered out of the teacup, and bucky’s arm was instantly around your waist, steadying you. “you good?” he asked, his voice low and a little rough.
“never better,” you replied, leaning into his side.
next up was the game booths, where bucky’s competitive side really came out. you challenged him to one of those rigged carnival games where you had to knock down bottles with a baseball. he rolled his eyes at the way the game operator explained the rules, clearly unimpressed, but when it was his turn, he hit every target dead-on, not even breaking a sweat.
“show-off,” you teased, but you couldn’t hide the admiration in your voice.
“what can i say? i’m good with my hands,” he shot back with a wink, handing you the giant stuffed bear he won as a prize. your cheeks warmed, but before you could retort, he leaned down to steal a quick kiss, effectively shutting you up.
with your new teddy bear in tow, you wandered through the park, trying different snacks and taking in the sights. at one point, you insisted on getting a picture in one of those cheesy photo booths. bucky tried to protest, saying he wasn’t “photogenic,” but you dragged him in anyway.
the two of you squeezed into the tiny booth, your legs tangled together because of how little space there was. as the camera flashed, you made silly faces while bucky looked a little bewildered, but by the last frame, you managed to coax a smile out of him - a real one that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. 
you couldn’t stop staring at the printed photos as they rolled out, your heart swelling at how happy he looked. he glanced over your shoulder, shaking his head with a chuckle. “gonna frame that, aren’t you?”
“damn right i am,” you said with a grin, tucking the strip of photos safely into your bag.
the sun was starting to set, the sky painted in hues of pink and orange, when you finally made your way to the roller coasters. bucky was skeptical at first, muttering something about not trusting “rusty death traps,” but you could see the way his eyes lit up with a mix of curiosity and adrenaline.
“just one ride,” you pleaded, giving him your best puppy eyes.
he sighed, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “fine, but if we die, i’m haunting you.”
you laughed, grabbing his hand and dragging him into the line. as the coaster climbed higher and higher, you could feel the tension in bucky’s shoulders. you reached over, lacing your fingers with his. “it’s gonna be fun, trust me.”
the drop was sudden and exhilarating, your screams mixing with the rush of wind, and when you dared to peek at bucky, he had this look of pure, wild joy on his face. it was rare to see him so carefree, and it took your breath away more than the ride itself.
when you finally stumbled off the coaster, legs like jelly, bucky was grinning like a little kid, his hair windswept. “okay, that wasn’t so bad,” he admitted, looking almost bashful.
“see? i told you,” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning up to kiss his cheek. he pulled you into a proper kiss instead, right there in the middle of the bustling crowd, not caring who was watching.
“thanks for dragging me out here,” he murmured against your lips, his voice soft in a way that made your heart flutter. 
“anytime, sarge,” you teased, smiling up at him.
he just shook his head, a fond look in his eyes as he pulled you closer. “you’re trouble, you know that?”
“yeah,” you said, resting your head against his chest, “but you love it.”
he just chuckled, pressing another kiss to the top of your head, and you knew he wouldn’t trade this day for anything.
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skz-streamer · 2 years ago
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My First Love
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Simptober Romance Tropes M-list
Pairing: Chan (skz) x fem!reader
Genre: Fluff
Notes: first time doing head cannonsss :) I thought It was a more relatable way of explaining it? idkkk lmk what u think ;0
-please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people
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when I say this man if first love coded I MEAN IT
such a gentleman omllll
takes you out of a first date to a picnic (haha my other fic)
and after that date you just know that he's the one, there's no way to explain it.
the two of you exchange numbers and you start texting each other casually (just when ur bored)
def the type to make you giggle over text, like the ",yeah?" at the end of everything
ur sitting at home on your couch
its been 2 months of small dates and texting nonstop
you hear a knock on ur window its rlly late at night and ur home alone
although you might just be over reacting you don't really know what to do
so you text him, chan.
he responds in a literal heartbeat like this man was waiting for a text from you
you text him and you ask for him to come over, you wanted to take it slow w him so he had never been over to ur house before
you were nerrrrvoussssss
he shows up about 10 mins later with a big brown paper bag
'whats that?'
'gotchu something' he says back
AHHHH imagine it with him winking at youuuuu BUTTERFLYSSSS
You grab the bag and he locks the door for you while you open the bag
he got u food :(((((( WAHHHHH SO SWEEETTT
diff ur favorite too, you had mentioned it before during one of your past dates w him
you both plop on your couch. you lean into him and you can tell that he's blushing a bit
his ears are all redd :(((((
ahhhhh image him in his big hoodie with a beanieeee
and like ur just eating w him half sleepy maybe watching a movie or something
just an absolute sweetheart
falling asleep together on the couch
HES JUST SO BF MATERIAL
"the one" first love and will always be
morning walks to late night walks in the rain to snuggling at home
going to the mall together and him absolutely spoiling you
there for you 24/7
so understanding omlll
actually giggles the first time you call him by a nickname
pure sweetness until the day he takes you back to that same park you had a picnic at
AND HE PROPOSESSSS
From first love to forever in love
Tag: @anny-bah@eee5533@mixtape-racha@weedforthoughtz@ren0325@felixvsp@hwangrimi @sanriiolino @painstakingly-juno@herarcadewasteland@dabiscrustyfeet@kai-jilee@sungiesoonie@slvtty4channiee@revelaffee@buckys-pillow, @staygirl86 @chlodavids@jinnie-ret@bbygrlhannie@rebecca-johnson-28 @turtledove824@interstellarairwaves@yearofthetiger25@minhos4thkitty@fiqire@backintomykpopphaseagain@liknws@tinyelfperson@aaasia111@yangbbokari@hafsah-ali@sleepyleeji@skzhoes@yamaguchiwestad@leonswifesstuff@nappynapnaps
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nastybuckybarnes · 3 years ago
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Riding Lessons  -  Two
Pairing: Dbf!Bucky X Reader
Summary: It’s your dad’s summer barbecue and all his friends are there. Including the man who’s spent every moment he can with his head between your thighs. The only problem? He’s brought another woman.
Warnings: Language, Light Angst, Fluff, Smut (oral (f receiving), pussy slapping, choking, degradation, kinda rough, breeding kink, slight voyeurism, name calling), Age Gap (Reader is 21, Bucky is mid-forties),
Word Count: 3.4K
A/n: here’s part two for you guys! I’m shocked at the response to part one, so thank you guys so much!! I love you all and I hope you enjoy this!
Part one
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“C’mon down, Kiddo! Everyone’s here! You gotta make an appearance!” Your dad shouts from the bottom of the stairs, waiting until you finally emerge to head back to the kitchen.
He’s been planning this summer barbecue for weeks, and now the backyard is packed full of people who are all his age, drinking and laughing and having a good time.
And then there’s you.
You’ve been cooped up in your room since the first guest arrived, but it wasn’t his presence that made you hideaway. No, it’s the plus one on his arm.
Bucky showed up an hour early with a blonde woman clinging to his arm and kissing his cheek.
The smirk on his face when his eyes met yours was enough to hurt your heart and bruise your ego, so you took your leave.
Since that first riding lesson, he’s been around far more often, and each time he takes any opportunity to get you alone. Whether that’s to bury his face between your legs or push you to your knees in front of him.
But he hasn’t fucked you since that first night. The night when he ruined all other men for you.
And now he’s showing up with a broad on his arm as if he’s not your property.
As you walk down the stairs you realize that maybe he’s not your property, and if that’s the case then you sure as Hell aren’t his.
“There you are! Everyone’s been asking where you are,” your dad says when you step into the kitchen.
Your eyes dart around the room and relief and disappointment play tug-of-war with your heart when you don’t see Bucky.
Instead, Steve and Sam are there, each of them smiling at you.
“Your dad says you learned how to ride a motorcycle, huh?” Steve asks, stepping forward and offering you a drink.
You take the cool can from him and pop it open, nodding your confirmation.
“Yup! I went on the highway for the first time the other day. I understand why you guys like it so much.”
He chuckles and nods, “we’ll have to take you with us one day. Go for a long ride on a nice day. Nothing beats that.”
You nod again, your smile fading slightly when Bucky walks into the kitchen.
“This is where you guys are? I thought the party was outside?” He jokes, opening the fridge and grabbing a beer.
“Just getting a couple things ready. Sam, you wanna bring the steaks out to the barbecue, and Steve could you grab those two bags of ice for the cooler?”
The two men are quick to help your dad, and you feel your heart drop as you realize that you might be left alone with the man you’re avoiding.
Within seconds, it’s just you and him, and his eyes are burning holes into your forehead.
“If I didn’t know any better, baby girl, I’d think you were avoiding me.”
You purse your lips and shrug, stepping toward the back door only for him to step directly in your path.
You sidestep him and crane your neck back to look up at him, “I don’t see how it concerns you. You brought your own arm candy.”
His eyebrows raise to his hairline as you step outside.
“You jealous, sweetheart?”
You don’t answer, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing the effect he has on you, though you’re sure he already knows.
Instead, you head outside and look for anyone you know that would make good conversation.
Settling on Steve and Sam again, you walk in their direction, only for a firm hand to come around your wrist and tug you backwards.
You inhale sharply, looking up at Bucky as he pulls you back into the kitchen and closes the door to the backyard.
“I asked you a question, Princess. You know I don’t like to repeat myself. Or do you not remember?”
You remember.
By God, do you remember.
He’d fucked your throat so hard that you couldn’t speak for two days, and you loved every minute of it.
“Let me go, James. You came here with someone, and I doubt she wants to see your hands on someone else.”
Shock colours his features and he stares at you for a long moment before grabbing you by the waist and shoving you over the counter.
He flips your skirt up and smacks your ass hard, once, twice, three times, until you’re biting your lip to hold back your yelps and whines.
“I don’t like this attitude from you. What happened to my good girl? Huh? Where did she go? Do I need to fuck this attitude out of you? Is that what it is?” His words are whispered harshly and you whimper, your eyes locked on the party outside.
“Y-you brought a girl… it’s not fair…” You’re not sure if it’s not fair for you or for her, but you know that this isn’t right.
Nothing about this is right, but that’s never stopped you before.
“Yeah, and she knows that she’s just arm candy, ‘cause a certain bratty twenty-one-year-old has the best pussy I’ve ever had, and that bratty little bitch has me addicted.”
Your cunt clenches at his words and you hide your face in your hands, hating the fact that everything this man does turns you on.
He slides his fingers over your centre and groans at the feeling of your wet core dripping through your panties.
“These are coming off. They’re mine now.” He yanks them down your legs then brings them up to his face, taking a deep breath through his nose and groaning lowly.
“God, I need to have this pussy in my mouth. Never tasted anything better, honey, I swear.” He drops to his knees behind you and pushes your legs apart slightly, then traces your slit with his tongue.
You pull in a shaky breath and push onto your elbows, dropping your head as his tongue finds your clit.
“Bucky,” you whisper, arching your back slightly to give him better access to your dripping heat.
He devours you like you’re the first meal he’s had in days, drinking up everything you have to offer and paying special attention to your clit.
“Cum on my tongue, pretty girl, c’mon. I wanna feel you cream on my face.”
You let out a choked moan, your eyes snapping open when you hear a voice approaching the kitchen door.
You push up until you’re almost standing straight, but Bucky smacks your ass once harshly in warning.
“Don’t even try to move, sweetheart. I’m not finished with you. Stay quiet, like the good girl I know you can be.”
You nod, reaching across the counter for a phone to make it seem like you’re busy doing something other than getting eaten out by your dad’s best friend.
“You found your way back inside, huh?” Steve asks after sliding the door open, an easy grin on his face.
“Yeah, it’s, uh, it’s really hot outside,” you whisper, terrified of bringing your voice any higher because you know you’ll moan.
Bucky’s lips wrap around your clit, sucking harshly, and you bite your bottom lip so hard you taste blood.
“Yeah, it’s summer. It’s usually pretty hot,” Steve says with a chuckle, reaching into the fridge to grab a bowl of potato salad.
“C’mon, food’s almost ready.”
You nod, squeezing the phone tighter in your hands when Bucky slides two thick fingers inside you.
“I-I’ll be out in a minute. I just gotta... sen a text...” It’s taking all your self-control not to reach behind you and thread your fingers through Bucky’s hair.
You’re so fucking close.
You can feel your legs trembling and your walls fluttering, but Steve is still in the fucking kitchen.
“You kids and your phones.” He shakes his head and leaves the kitchen, and you groan immediately after, pressing your forehead to the counter and leaning your hips back into Bucky's face more.
He fucks his fingers into you faster, massaging your g-spot every time his fingers slide into your heat, and his mouth works your clot in time with his fingers.
“Bucky… Bucky I’m gonna cum, oh fuck, please, please let me cum.”
He groans against your heat and sucks your clit harder, his tongue working over the bud while his fingers assault your walls.
A choppy moan leaves your lips and you bite your forearm to try and suppress the noise as you cream on his face.
Your legs tremble and your cunt flutters around his fingers, and he slurps up every drop of your essence that he can reach with his talented tongue.
“Fuck, you taste like heaven,” he whispers, placing a kiss on your throbbing clit then pulling his fingers from your core. You can hear the filthy sound of him sucking them clean, and then he’s rubbing the backs of your thighs gently in comfort.
“You okay, honey?”
With a soft whimper, you nod, allowing him to pull you into his arms and hug you softly.
“Good. Now, go on and eat.”
You nod again and he smiles before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
“Good girl.”
~*~
You nibble on a piece of watermelon, eyes focused on Bucky as he talks and laughs with your dad as if he didn’t just have his face buried between your thighs.
“You okay, kid? You seem kinda distracted today,” Steve says gently, nudging your knee with his.
You snap your gaze to his and nod, taking a deep breath then smiling.
“Yeah, I just… I didn’t get a good sleep last night. I’m kinda tired.”
He nods sympathetically and pats your shoulder, ”do you want me to go grab you a red bull or something? Make you some coffee?”
You smile warmly at him and shake your head, “I’m okay, thank you though. I think I just need some water.” You rise to your feet and make your way inside, trying your best to walk normally even though you can feel eyes boring into your back.
When you get inside you go straight to the bathroom to splash cool water on your face.
You can’t keep doing this.
Keep letting him have his way with you and pretend nothing happened. You’re gonna slip up one day and then it’s gonna be game over.
As your mind starts to race to all the worst-case scenarios, the doorknob turns.
“Uh, occupied!” You call.
The doorknob continues turning and then the door is pushed open, and the man who plagued your every thought is standing there.
“Running away again?” He asks, a cocky grin on his face.
Your eyes go wide and you look over his shoulder to make sure no one’s coming.
“You’re gonna get us caught!” You hiss, yanking him into the bathroom and shutting the door.
He only laughs, “yeah, but that’s why you like it so much. Every time we almost get caught, you cum harder,” he says matter-of-factly
“Okay, what if I was peeing? And you just walked in?”
He shrugs, “then I guess I’d just wait till you’re finished to do this.” He spins you around and pushes you toward the bathroom counter, hoisting one of your legs up to rest your knee on the granite.
Your eyes meet his in the mirror as his fingers find your sore centre, rubbing gently.
“B-Bucky we can’t…”
He raises a single brow at your half-hearted protests and slides a finger into your abused heat, chuckling softly when you clamp down on it.
“Yeah, nice try, Princess. This,” he pulls his finger out to slap your pussy, making a startled gasp fall from your lips, “belongs to me. It’s mine. And I’ll use it whenever and however I want, got it?”
You nod your understanding, watching in the mirror as he slowly unbuckles his pants and shoved them down his legs.
His boxers come next, the material stretching over his thick, tanned thighs, and then his cock springs free.
All nine and a half inches -“that half is important, sweetheart, trust me”- of thick, cut, sinful glory, and he’s been saving it for you.
He shoves your dress up until you’re holding it at your chest with one hand, the other braced on the mirror.
You can see his cock sliding through your folds, the weeping tip rubbing against your clit with each pass, and the sight alone is enough to have your mouth watering.
“Yeah, you like that? Hmm?” He asks, his voice low and teasing as he watches your face in the mirror.
Your mouth is slightly open, heavy breaths falling from those fuckable lips, and your eyes are half-closed, focused on where his cock is rubbing against you.
“Gonna let me fuck a baby into you, pretty girl? You gonna be a good girl for me? Let me make you a mommy?”
He feels your cunt flutter and watches the way your brows draw together, a grin on his face.
Bracing himself with one hand on your hip and the other in your hair, he pulls his hips back entirely only to push them forward, spearing into you in one quick thrust.
The breath is knocked from your lungs at the stretch of his fat cock in your heat, and a long moan falls from your mouth.
He slaps his hand across your lips, silencing you as much as he can, and you huff a breath through your nose at the force behind it.
“Sorry, babygirl, but you know you can’t be that loud with so many people around. It’s like you wanna get caught. Like you want someone to walk in while I’m balls deep in your tight snatch. Is that what you want, you filthy slut?”
You shake your head but tears spring to your eyes as he starts moving his hips, each pull and push dragging against your g-spot and making your nerves burst.
“Fuck, you feel so good, babygirl. Like your pussy was made for me. Fuck... tightest little cunt I’ve ever fucked.” His words are whispered in your ear as he pulls your head back to be closer to his, his eyes locked on yours in the mirror.
“Yeah, that’s right. You watch as I fuck your tight little hole. Look at how well you’re taking me, honey. Like a champ.”
You nod desperately, tears falling down your cheeks and dripping into his hand.
A light sheen of sweat covers your body as you meet his thrusts, and the contrast of the cool tile against your knee and the mirror on your hand only add to the sensations running laps through your body.
“Tears again? C’mon, crybaby, I thought you were a big girl.”
Your pussy flutters and you whine into his palm, eyes stuck on where he's fucking you.
There’s a sudden, sharp knock on the door that has your heart in your throat and your cunt squeezing the life out of Bucky’s cock.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his thrusts not slowing.
“Occupied!” He shouts, his voice masking a vicious smack to your ass that has pain prickling. He soothes the sting, rubs the area, and presses a kiss to the back of your head.
“Hurry up, Buck, you’ve been in there for so long,” Steve’s voice rumbles from behind the door.
Bucky drops his head back and holds back a curse when you clench around him again at the sound of Steve’s voice.
“Yeah, I’m almost done. Can’t finish with you standing there.”
Steve grumbles something under his breath, and then his footsteps trail away from the door.
“You want him to catch you? You want him to know what a desperate cumslut I make you? How you turn into a stupid drool baby the moment you see cock? Is that what you want, crybaby?”
You nod desperately, more tears flowing as the coil in your belly tightens.
“Yeah, I bet you want him to fuck you too, huh? You want his cock in your tight little ass while I fuck this pussy? Or maybe, you want him to fuck that cute face so he can see how pretty you look when you cry.”
Your eyes roll back in your head as your release slams into you like a freight train, sending you spiralling through a tunnel of bliss that has you seeing stars.
Your body goes slack against the counter, chest falling forward only to be caught by Bucky’s strong arms.
“I’m not finished with you yet, crybaby.” The nickname shouldn’t make you gush around him, but it does.
He fucks you through your orgasm, not giving you even a moment to rest as his hips slam into your ass, surely leaving bruises.
You groan softly, rivers rushing down your cheeks and finding a new home in the neckline of your sundress.
He smacks your ass then wraps his hand around your throat, cutting off your air and watching your face in the mirror.
Your mouth opens as you struggle to breathe, the tears never ceasing, and Bucky can’t stop himself from cumming.
His hips stutter to a stop as he paints your walls white, his potent cum coating your cervix and warming you from the inside.
His hand drops away from your throat and you suck in a heavy breath, hiccuping a sob as you lean against him.
“Shh, it’s okay,” he whispers, his eyes closed as he holds you tightly against his body.
As he comes down from his high, his eyes find yours in the mirror.
All pretty and puffy and bloodshot, watching him intently.
“You okay, pretty baby? I wasn’t too rough?” He asks softly, his hands moving to cradle you against his body.
You sniffle and nudge him back with your elbow, giving you enough room to scoot off the counter and turn around in his arms.
You nuzzle your nose against his chest and settle in his arms, your tears slowly ceasing.
“You okay, honey?” He asks again, nervous he was too rough with you.
You sniffle and nod, looking up at him when he tilts your chin up.
“Words, Angel. I need words.”
You sniffle and swallow hard, “I'm okay.”
He raises his eyebrows and you nod.
“I’m okay, I promise.”
He watches you for a moment longer before nodding and kissing your lips gently.
“I’m gonna go get you a glass of water, sweet girl. You stay here. I’ll clean you up in a minute.”
You nod and lean against the counter as he fixes his clothes and leaves, still trying to catch your breath and calm your heart down.
A few moments later, the door opens again.
“That was quick,” you whisper, your voice scratchy and hoarse.
“Try again, crybaby.”
Your eyes snap up as Steve steps into the bathroom, shutting the door behind himself.
Dread swells in your stomach and you shake your head as his eyes roam your figure.
“I-I...”
He brings his eyes back to yours and cocks his head to the side, giving you a grin.
“C’mon now, you guys weren’t exactly quiet. S’like you were begging me to hear you.”
New tears well up and rain down your face and you shake your head desperately.
“Please don’t tell anyone. Please.”
He shushes you softly and steps closer, one hand cupping your face.
“I won’t, honey. I swear. I just... wanna get in on the action.”
Your brows draw together, and then the door opens again.
Bucky pushes inside, freezing for a moment while taking in the scene before himself.
“Outta the way, punk,” he says easily, coming up beside you and lifting you to sit on the counter.
He brings the glass of water up to your mouth and you drink eagerly, your eyes flickering nervously between the two huge men in the bathroom.
“Was wondering when you’d finally get your head out of your ass,” Bucky says nonchalantly, his gaze never leaving your face.
You choke on the water, coughing and sputtering, and Bucky sets the glass down while Steve pats your back gently, wiping a few drops from your chin then popping his finger into his mouth.
“Didn’t wanna interrupt. You guys sounded pretty busy.”
The brunet smiles, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks again.
“You okay?”
You nod slowly, a million questions in your eyes.
“Steve’s not gonna do anything you don’t want him to, okay? You say stop and he stops. And he won’t breathe a word of this to dear old dad. Scout’s honour.”
You nibble on your bottom lip for a moment then look over at Steve.
“What... what exactly do you want to do?”
He smiles and steps closer to you, pulling you to the edge of the counter then dropping to his knees in front of you.
“Lift up that pretty dress and I’ll show you.”
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lipstickbisous · 4 years ago
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you as 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐯𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐧𝐚
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chris evans as 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬
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robert downey jr. as 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤
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sebastian stan as 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬
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anthony ramos as 𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐳
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scarlett johansson as 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟
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paul bethany as 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
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elizabeth olsen as 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟
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daniel craig as 𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐯𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐧𝐚
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hesther-mcg · 4 years ago
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do you copy?  
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➥ pairing: eventual bucky barnes x f!reader
➥ summary: the one where a mission goes slightly sideways
➥ rating: angst
➥ warnings: mentions of weapons + dead bodies
➥ a/n: first marvel fic on the blog!! woohoo!! hope you guys likey it’s pretty short but whatevs
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“Buck? Do you copy?” She called out softly, slowly creeping down the, hopefully, abandoned hallway—although, in the back of her mind she knew that if the enemies weren’t in this hallway then they were just somewhere else waiting for her. 
When she received no answer through the comms, she repeated herself. The team was split up to cover more ground, and somehow in the process of clearing their building, Bucky and Y/N had gotten separated. And now, he was unresponsive. 
“James,” she addressed sternly, right eye looking through the sight of her still-at-the-ready gun. “James, if you don’t respond I’ll have no choice but to come get you,” she warned. A second passed, with more silence on the other end, and Y/N sighed heavily. “We still have a mission to get done, and I have to go babysit your ass?”
Her footsteps were silent and she moved with the stealth of a predator hunting it’s prey down the long hallway towards the opposite side of the building, where Bucky was supposed to be. She knew he was strong, and fully capable, but nobody was invincible. Enemies piled up after a while, the fight gets harder and harder, and then you go down. That wouldn’t be Bucky, she wouldn’t let that happen. 
Nothing had crossed her path as of yet, and she assumed that was because of her teammate. She gracefully stepped over the bodies of fallen guards and enemy soldiers, weapon still aimed, but clicked the flashlight off upon hearing frantic voices in the distance. “We don’t have time to stand here and taunt him, she’s still out there!” Y/N grinned, because she knew they were referring to her. 
The chickens knew the coyote was in the coop, time to get scary. 
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endless-summer-soldier · 2 years ago
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ice ice baby - chapter seven
pairing: CollegeHockeyPlayer!Bucky x CollegeFigureSkater!Reader
summary: Bucky is a college hockey player, Y/N is a figure skater without a partner. What's happens when these two opposites start sharing the ice...
warnings: enemies to lovers trope, some alcohol use
word count: 1.8k
taglist: @sebsgirl71479 @whiskeyrosepoetry
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It was an understatement to say their routine had rocked the figure skating world. Fans and skaters from all over the globe were talking about the finesse of their routine. But more than that, they talked about the unjust scores. No one could figure out how Y/N and James had scored so low with an impeccable routine. The easy assumption became that their song choice and outfits were too “rebellious” for the figure skating world. Fans of the sport applauded their originality and were outraged with the judges.
Almost immediately following the competition, Twitter was trending with tweets about how the duo was robbed from a guaranteed victory and it was unbelievable that they hadn’t qualified for the Olympics. The Twitter backlash grabbed the attention of Tara Lipinski and Johnny Weir, who were also appalled at the ratings. The two of them called for a re-scoring from the judges, which had never happened before.
It wasn’t long before this captured the attention of the national media. The routine had been featured on ESPN and John Oliver even did a piece on the injustice for his show, Last Week Tonight. The duo became local celebrities overnight and neither knew how to handle it.
With all the uproar on their routine, the two hadn’t dealt with the kiss. Neither of them really knew where to go from there. They weren’t seeing each other as much because there was no need to train. The media was always hounding them for an interview or comment on the situation. So they kept their heads down and focused on going to class. 
While Y/N had accepted the results of the competition, Bucky hadn’t. He arguably made things worse by tweeting his own feelings and retweeting those whose ideas mirrored his own. The whole hockey team seemed to back him up and there was talk of a team strike. But Y/N couldn’t let that happen. She talked Bucky off the ledge and let him continue on with his training.
“You’ve just worked so hard for this. It’s not fair to just let them win,” he’d argue once she called him out for another retweet.
“Bucky, this is just how it works. We knew the routine was a risk, it is what it is. We just have to move on.”
“I’m not giving up that easily. We are not the only ones who are outraged. There has to be something we can do.”
She let out a big sigh, “They have never re-scored a routine in the history of the sport. We just have to move on. You need to focus on hockey now.”
He wasn’t satisfied with her response and he sure as hell wasn’t giving up that easily. He just needed some time to think about what he was going to do.
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Y/N stopped for a cup of coffee before heading to the library and she was surprised to find that the campus was buzzing. Members of the hockey team were posting flyers to the walls and handing flyers out to anyone who walked by. 
“Y/N! Hey!” Sam grabbed her attention as she stood there in confusion. 
“What is all this? A fundraiser of some sort?” she asked, pulling out her wallet to donate.
Sam squinted at her in disbelief and then smiled, “You didn’t know about all this?”
“Know about what?” Sam simply handed her a flyer.
WE DEMAND A NEW SCORE!
SIGN THE PETITION FOR USFS TO REVIEW THE SCORES FOR NATIONALS!
OUR SKATERS DESERVE AN OLYMPIC SPOT!
Underneath the words there was a professional picture of Y/N and Bucky that was taken before the competition. There was also a QR code that would lead the scanner to the petition on Change.org.
“You have got to be kidding me,” she murmured.
“He’s tough to stop once he puts his mind to something,” Sam replied. 
“So he gets a couple thousand signatures on this thing, it’s not going to make a difference.”
“Oh we’re well past a couple thousand,” Sam pulled up the petition on his phone and showed it to Y/N. Over 400,000 signatures, and the number kept increasing.
“What the hell…How?”
“That’s the beauty of social media. He went viral on TikTok.”
“Oh my God,” she said, exacerbated.
“And he’s been doing interviews with every media outlet that will have him. Podcasts, radio, news, morning shows, you name it.” 
“He should be training. You all should be training! I don’t know why he’s so stuck on this.”
“Really? You don’t know,” he said sarcastically.
She shrugged at him, unsure of what he was implying. 
“Watch the TikTok, then you’ll get it,” she nodded her head and started to walk off, “And sign the position!” he added.
As soon as she got to the library, she put in her headphones and opened up TikTok. Without even searching for the video, Bucky’s face immediately popped up on her For You page.
“My name is Bucky Barnes and I’m a college hockey player who recently became a figure skater. I was trained by my partner in just a few weeks to compete at the national level and I’m asking for your help to right a wrong.”
The screen changed to show the routine for nationals and Bucky continued speaking.
“During this competition, my partner choreographed and executed an incredible routine, only to be met with mediocre scores from the judges. I believe this score to be an absolute abomination and I am coming for USFS. The routine pushed boundaries with the song choice and choreography and was executed perfectly. USFS does not want to acknowledge creativity and those willing to challenge the standards. We are asking USFS to review the routine and give a new score that the routine deserves. My partner Y/N worked tirelessly on the routine and she doesn’t deserve to have her Olympic spot taken from her when she has worked so hard her entire life. Please do this for her, she is the most talented figure skater I have seen and she is the only person who could’ve turned me from a rough hockey player to a figure skater.” 
The video changed to a candid photo of Y/N and Bucky from before the competition. She wasn’t even sure where this photo had come from but the two were looking at each other with smirks on their faces, as if they were privy to an inside joke that no one else knew.
“Please, follow the link in my bio and sign the petition. Share this video with all your friends and family. This beautiful human has done everything to earn a spot on this team. We can’t let her career end on this note. She deserves a chance to stand on that podium in Beijing and earn a gold medal for her country. Let’s make her dream come true.”
Y/N was surprised to find tears had formed in the corner of her eyes. It was for her, that’s why he was doing this. The fact that he went through all this effort just to give her another chance to skate took her breath away. No one had ever done anything like that for her before. 
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“We have an update on the story we featured a few weeks ago about the figure skating pair from the University of Minnesota. Bucky Barnes, the male skater, went viral on TikTok with a link to a petition for USFS to review the scoring. This video has received 2.1 million likes and continues to be shared by famous figures in the skating community, including Michelle Kwan, Sasha Cohen, and Nathan Chen. On top of that, NHL players and teams have also been sharing the video and urging fans to support the petition. The petition has just reached over one million signatures and as of yesterday USFS has announced they will be reviewing the scoring. This is a huge step forward for the skating community who has fully supported the skating pair’s bid for an Olympic spot. The routine they competed with is considered to be one of the most technically difficult and well executed in skating history. While you may think victory has been won, we still don’t know if USFS will make any changes. They have never revised a score in a national competition so I urge you to sign this petition if you have not yet. This pair deserves a fair evaluation for their routine and should not be penalized simply for skating to AC/DC.”
Y/N was stunned to find that she was featured on John Oliver yet again. She could not understand how this story had gained so much traction. Bucky had nearly quadrupled his Twitter and Instagram followers and he had no plans to stop his campaign until USFS responded with a final verdict.
She hadn’t spoken to Bucky much the past week other than the occasional text message. It wasn’t for lack of desire, it was more because she was nervous how to act around him. Now that she had fully realized her massive crush on him, she was worried it would make their relationship weird and she would clam up and not know what to say. She was almost hoping that her feelings would go away if she spent more time away from him.
Bucky was the complete opposite. He was head over heels for Y/N and all he wanted was to prove it to her with his actions. That was partially why he was on such a tear about the scoring. He wasn’t willing to just let things be when he knew she deserved better. He was hoping if he was able to get the score revised that she might see how important she was to him. But he was working on a back up plan to woo her in case this didn’t work out.
He was surprised to hear his phone ring this late on a Sunday night and was even more surprised to find it was Y/N.
“Well hey stranger,” he answered. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“Oh I just happened to be watching some late night TV and imagine my surprise to see the two of us featured.”
“Face it babe, we’re famous now.”
She chuckled, “Regardless of the outcome of this whole ordeal, I really want to thank you. Without you, none of this would be happening.”
“It’s really nothing.”
“It’s not nothing! You’ve got the whole hockey team involved, you're doing interviews all the time, you're making TikToks. This is like a full on election campaign. Don’t minimize your efforts by saying it's nothing.”
“And I would do all of it again if it means sending you to the Olympics.”
Her breath caught in her throat, “You’re really doing all of this for me?”
“Of course. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy.”
“You know what would make me happy?”
“What’s that?”
“Seeing you.”
“Then let me take you out tomorrow night.”
She nodded her head, even though he couldn’t see her. “I’d like that.”
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baby-dr1ver · 4 years ago
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hey if you're taking requests can do a fic where y/n or oc is alot younger then Sebastian / Bucky and she is 18 just there is a big age diff you can make whatever you like you make the fic smut , fluff up to you and I love ur work and if you make it tysm and if you don't it's totally fine have a great day x
hi anon!! thank you so much :))) I've never done an age diff fic so, I'm very excited!!1
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader
Rating/Warnings: fluff, smut(ish), a little angst (just a tiny bit)
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You knew being with Sebastian was going to be work. With fans, and family on your back about how 'young' you are and how Seb is 'taking advantage of you', but you alwasy tried to remain positive about everything.
Seb was the same, constantly getting hate from fans about dating you, someone so young. You knew they were just jealous because they aren't with one of the hottest man on the planet. Sebastian always had his doubts, doubts about you being with him, and that, yeah, maybe you are to young for him. I mean, he's almost 40 for goodness sake. But, you were always there to free him from those thoughts and alwasy remind him, I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be.
It never bothered you until it came from your family. You sat on the phone with your mom, when Sebastian walked into the living room.
"No mom! For the last time, he is not taking advantage of me!" A pause followed. Then a groan. "I can't beliebe you would say this about him! He's the most amazing, kindest, respectful, thoughtful, human being I've ever met!" That's when Seb walked over to you, and crouched down to your knees. You looked down at him as he listened to your mother go on and on.
"I don't care how you meant it mom! This is the last time I'm going to say this to you!" You yelled before you hung up. You threw your head back and covered you eyed for a moment. Trying to gather your thoughts, and not catch an attitude. Once you were calm, you looked to Seb again, seeing him patiently waiting. "I love you" You said with a smile, to which he recriprocated. "I love you more sweetheart." That was all he said before he dove in for a kiss. It was like he was trying to pour every emotion he'd ever felt about you, behind the kiss. He always did that, made sure it was love making and not just fucking. The way he would slowly move his hips, and kiss your neck, or leave a mark. It wasn't to tease, to show he loved you, and adored you, and would just about anything for you.
During these times, you would also praise him. Tell him how amazing he was, and that you loved him, and he was the one. That's what would hit him the hardest. Knowing that, despite the age gap, despite everyone being against you both, you still wanted to be here. Be here when he left, and when he got back. When he had bad days, and when you had bad days.
That's why it was a no brainer, a couple days later Seb took you to your favorite spot on the beach to propose. And there was no hesitation to say yes.
A/N: oh my! I hope you liked this, it was short and sweet!
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jobean12-blog · 3 years ago
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content creator appreciation!! list five favourite sets/art/fic you've made and send this ask to five other content creators! 💕
(Spreading some love and self appreciation to amazing content creators! If 5 overwhelms you, choose one, or three! Whatever suits you)
Hi lovely! Yay! Thank you so much for sending this my way!!! Appreciate it and hope you are doing well and having a great day and week! Hugs to you❤️❤️❤️
Since I’m having so much writing for Eddie I’m gonna pop the ML here
And my Boys in Bed with Books series is an all time fave of mine (lots of diff characters to enjoy)
And two fave Bucky x reader stories of mine:
Beefy!
Drawn to Love
Thank you again! 🥰
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ironmansuuucks · 4 years ago
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Baby let’s stay home tonight
Bucky Barnes x reader
Based off one I’ve written for a diff character but I liked the idea for the best soldier hehe but this is my first time ever writing for bucky so if anyone has any suggestions then let me know plz
Summary: reader and Bucky having a slow, fluffy morning
Warnings: none really, fluff?
*not my gif*
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You had been awake for maybe fifteen minutes or so, slowly trying to pull yourself out of sleep, and thinking about the multiple tasks to complete before the day was done. The covers were warm and welcoming, not aiding in your quest to leave the bed.
The sun shone through the cracked blinds, illuminating only a slither of the room, but enough for you to make out the sweet face lying next to your own as you rolled on to your side to get a better look. It looked like it was going to be a glorious day. Hopefully the weather will last until tonight for Tony’s garden party, you thought to yourself as you lightly ran you finger down the bridge of his nose. The sparse line of light coming from the sun ran over Bucky’ figure, ever so delicately dancing over a section of his hair and his face, shifting slightly as he breathed in and out, rising and falling rhythmically.
His features were soft when he was asleep, serenity washing over his usually frustrated face. It was difficult to believe that this still, soft boy was the same one who once caused so much chaos.
You curved into his body, snuggling up to his warmth. He automatically moved to you, moving his arm around your waist, and sliding his leg between yours, still sound asleep.
You admired his stillness some more as you thought about the riot that was about to occur. Getting Bucky Barnes up on his day off was an absolute nightmare. The boy hates getting up on weekends. He would sleep all day if you allowed, but you didn’t, so fights would happen.
But he had to get up with you today. You both had a busy day of getting shopping, cleaning and making sure you were both ready for Tony’s party.
You decided you would try something different this morning; waking him up with kisses.
You looked up at his peaceful face with a small, menacing grin. You are getting up with me this morning Mr Barnes.
Moving your hand behind his head to play with the hair at the nape of his neck (you know he loves that), you begin to lightly leave little kisses all over his face. Leaving innocent little pecks on his nose, to his cheeks and finally, a soft kiss on his lips.
You pulled away slightly to look over his features. Bucky puckered his lips slightly for a second, wondering why you had stopped, still dreaming. You then kissed the tip of his nose, and his eyes fluttered open for a second tiredly, a very lazy, small smile on his lips.
You had a little goofy grin on your lips as he shut his eyes again and he moved his face closer to yours, lazily kissing your cheek, then your nose and then your lips. He was warm, and sleepy. The feeling of his scruff lightly brushing your skin was familiar and welcoming, as his hand pulled you into him. He was so warm.
He brushed over your lips lazily before almost falling asleep again. you nuzzle your nose against his and he chuckles lightly, groaning. “morning baby.. I know what you’re doing” he grumbled in his low, gruff voice. It was your favourite Bucky voice. “yeah? do you smart guy?” you teased. “you’re trying to wake me up” he said in a sing-songy way.
You giggled at him and he chuckled sleepily before kissing you again. Warm, slow, lazy kisses were the best kind and you wished you could lay there all day with him, but the minutes are fleeting.
“just ten more minutes” Bucky mumbled as he started to drift off again, but you acted fast. You pulled the hair at the nape of his neck lightly, just enough for him to feel it and to jerk his head back a little. “Buck no, we need to get up” you tried not to chuckle at him.
“ah- ok I’m up, I’m up” he laughed as you let him go. You move your hand to stroke his face, tracing his jaw line and booping his nose. He shuffled under you a little, getting as close to you as possible. His lips ghosted over yours “I could totally go for some of you right now” he teased, in his growly, sexy voice.
He was difficult to resist, especially when his hands began to wander further up your torso. But you grabbed his hand “Buck, no, we need to get up! We have too much to do today- we need to go get something to wear to Tony’s party tonight!”.
Bucky groaned loudly, furrowing his eyebrows, “ugh no I forgot that was tonight, shit”. You moved your hand to his hair, combing your hands through the top sympathetically. He’d had a long, stressful week with training new recruits, which entailed a ton of paperwork.
“baby, let’s just stay home tonight” he suddenly suggested, innocently. His tired eyes looked into your own. “lets just stay home.. we can put a couple records on, and- and we can dance and sing and drink ourselves?” he proposed.
Your heart melted. “don’t you want to go to the party and see Steve and everyone?”. He shook his head a bit, “not really, I just want to spend some time with you.. maybe order take-out.. drink some of that sweet strawberry wine you like so much…” He pulled you close to him and nuzzled your nose. “that sounds good to me” you whispered before kissing him.
He suddenly rolled you over, laying in between your legs. You giggled at the sudden movement, your hands going to caress his face.
“so.. I think… we get up… we have some coffee…we run to the store… then we come back.. clean up a bit around here… then… we get to the good stuff?” he proposed quickly in between kisses he peppered around your face, mumbling against your lips.
“ok hot stuff sounds like a plan, I’ll jump in the shower if you start the coffee?”
“perfect” he kissed you, “just like you”. He smiled as he jumped up to start the making coffee.
Hmmm, maybe you should wake him up with kisses more often.
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angrythingstarlight · 4 years ago
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As a member of the big titty committee I loved your recent fix/headcannon because sometimes they stress me the eff out but reading your recent price with Bucky made me all mushy and appreciate them more because they do make some fluffy ass pillows!!! Btw I love the at your write for Bucky and how you have diff variations of him! 🥰
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Thank you! I'm happy you liked it! Bucky would definitely be the kind of guy to just want to hold and touch you. And he's so much fun to write!
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thatfanficstuff · 6 years ago
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Fic/Request status
Writing this out was...wow. Anyway. Here’s where we stand. I have plans. And secret things I am working on but I can’t post until this all gets done. I’m also pushing to get The Light in my darkness and Strange Fates finished ASAP. Just cuz. Let me know if you have any questions. Thank you. 
Pending Fics/Requests
Star Trek
·       Spock – Combining a request for a wife reader and a hurt comfort fic. Status: Plotted
·       Khan – With Spock’s human half-sister. Spock is going to lose his mind. Status: Think mode
·       Bones x injured reader Status: semi-plotted
·       Kirk x female captain (native American reader) Status: will probably pull a plot idea from my list
·       Scotty x space pirate – um…yes please. Status: No idea but it will be epic.
Not doing:
·       Spock w suicidal/depressed reader – too sad for me right now.
·       Jealous Spock – already have one and don’t feel I could do another justice.
·       Spock x daughter – no idea what I would write for this.
 Lord of the Rings
·       Thorin w/ half dwarf/half hobbit reader. I have the best idea for this one. So fluffy. Status: Plotted
·       Legolas x Elf reader – FLANGST. Damn it Leggy. Combining 2 requests that both wanted slightly diff flangst. Not using requested parentage. Status: Plotted
·       Eomer x female rider of rohan status: thinking stage
·       Thorin x elf reader – making reader slightly less kick ass than requested Status: Plotted
·       Dwalin song fic with This is Me Status: Thinking stage
Not Doing:
·       One with Thorin and reader and the moon because it was sad as hell and just no.
 Supernatural
·       Gabriel – love confessions Status: semi-plotted
·       Dean x reader – Status: Plotted
Not Doing
·       Super specific request about AU Cas and Winchester sister. I haven’t caught up with the show and won’t be able to write this. Sorry.
 Marvel
·       Steve x wife reader. This one is going to be awesome. Status: Plotted
·       Avengers w self harming soulmate – Making this Flangst, not angst and narrowing down the soulmates to like 1 or 2 Status: Thinking mode
·       Clint x Latina reader – cute drooly clint. Hehe Status – Plotted
·       Bucky Barnes x chubby reader. Flangst. Status – Plotted
·       Jealous Steve Status – Plotted
·       Bruce Banner Status: Plotted
·       Steamy Erik Lensherr – um…yes please Status: Plotted
·       Dr Strange Hurt/comfort Status: Semi-plotted
·       Black Widow x Xmen male Reader x Maria Hill – flangst Status: Plotted
·       Gamora x male reader – changing plot a bit to fit my style Status: Plotted
·       Parker x reader and Steve x reader: I’m twisting the story a bit here but still doing Status: Plotted
·       Erik x reader x Charles Status: Thinking stage
·       Scott Lang x ex Reader – Status:Plotted
·       Sunday Brunch Part 2 – Status: Plotted
·       Billy Russo coffee shop AU Status: Plotted
·       Eddie Brock/venom x chef reader – Status: Plotted
 Teen Wolf
·       Peter soulmate au – making reader older than requested because Peter ain’t no pedo. Status: semi-plotted
·       My Favorite Weapon – final part – Status: Plotted
Not Doing
·       Halwyn x reader – I quit watching the show before it got to this point so I don’t know who this is. I was going to try to do it anyway, but I don’t have the time or energy. Sorry.
 Criminal Minds
·       Hotch x short reader – may not follow plot asked for exactly but I’ll get you covered Status: thinking mode
·       Hotch x reader with everyone – a trip to Asylum 49 Status: Semi-plotted
 The Vampire Diaries/The Originals
·       A marcel gif request that has been in my box for a year. I suck I’m sorry. I am doing it though. Status: way, way, way overdue.
·       Klaus x wife reader and meddling Kol – Status: Plotted
·       Klaus x reader that helps him against Mikael. This one is in think mode. Thinking of doing a 20s thing maybe.
 NCIS
·       Gibbs Status: Plotted
 The Walking Dead
·       Negan x adopted daughter; Daryl x daughter – Changing request a bit but still doing Status: Plotted
·       Rick x reader – Status: Plotted
 True Blood
·       Eric x Reader x Godric Status: thinking stage
 Peaky Blinders
·       A Condition Part 2 (maybe 3) – Status: Plotted
 Jurassic World
·       Be Prepared Part 3 and 4 – Status: Plotted
 Buffy
·       Spike x reader – Status: Plotted
·       Spike x xander’s sister reader – Status: Semi-plotted
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nastybuckybarnes · 2 years ago
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Riding Lessons  -  Three
Pairing: Dbf!Bucky X Reader X Dbf!Steve
Summary: You and Wanda make plans to head to your family’s cabin for the weekend. The only problem? That’s the exact same weekend that your dad and his friends were planning to go out there. It’s fine, though, there’s plenty of room for all of you, right? What could possibly go wrong?
Warnings: Language, Light Angst, Fluff, Smut (oral (f/m receiving), face riding, fingering, hair-pulling, spanking, face fucking, degradation, rough stuff, breeding kink, slight voyeurism, name calling, little bit of cockwarming), Aftercare, Age Gap (Reader is 21, Bucky is mid-forties),
Word Count: 5.5K
A/n: My first post since my little disappearance lol. I hope you guys like this and I’m hoping to actually start posting on a bit of a schedule, but I’ve always been a hot mess so we’ll see lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and I love you all very much!
Part one  Part Two
~*~
“Ah! There you are, perfect timing. I was just about to call you!” Your dad says with a smile as you and Wanda walk into the house.
“Yeah, we just finished yoga,” you explain, stopping at the front door as your dad and Bucky walk toward you and your friend.
You’re both drenched in sweat, hair matted and clothes sticking to your body after an intense hot yoga class.
“You gonna be okay here by yourself this weekend? Bucky, Steve and I are heading up to the cabin.”
You frown and shake your head, trying to avoid looking at Bucky because you know you won’t be able to play it cool if you meet his eyes.
“Wanda and I were supposed to go to the cabin this weekend, remember? I told you on Monday.”
Bucky watches as you and your father discuss this weekend, his eyes devouring your figure.
You look good enough to eat in your sweaty yoga clothes, and he needs to discretely adjust his boner as he watches a drop of sweat bury itself in your cleavage. God, he wishes he could lick it up and then fuck you till you’re crying.
He’d give you a better workout than any yoga instructor ever could.
“You ladies can still come this weekend. Us old farts are gonna be watching the game and fishing for most of the weekend, so you ladies will be free to sunbathe and paint your nails and talk about boys all you want.”
You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest, accentuating your bust and making it so much harder for Bucky to keep his cool.
“Is that really what you think we do all day?” You ask, sass dripping from your voice.
A smile tugs at the corner of Bucky’s mouth when your eyes finally meet his, and he can see you swallow hard and squeeze your soft thighs together.
“I’m okay to go, still,” Wanda pipes in, smiling encouragingly at you when you raise your eyebrows.
“You don’t have to, Wanda. Don’t feel pressured just because they're standing right there,” You whisper, though secretly all you want is to go because Bucky and Steve are gonna be there.
The memory of the last time you saw both of them together has been playing in your head since the barbecue.
Steve’s eager tongue between your legs, lapping up the mess that Bucky made and not stopping until his face was just as messy.
His beard glistened in the sun when the three of you finally made it back outside, and he couldn't wipe the grin from his face.
All the while, Bucky kept shooting you knowing glances, letting you know that that wouldn’t be the end of things.
She shakes her head and smiles again, “it’ll still be fun. Besides, now we won’t have to worry about anyone breaking in and killing us like in that movie we watched.”
You groan and shake your head, but a grin finds your lips anyway.
Perfect.
A weekend with your best friend and the two men who practically own you. What more could a girl ask for?
~*~
“Okay, ladies! You two are gonna be sharing the room down the hall. If you get up at all during the night and see someone on the couch, don’t panic. It’s just this big lug,” your dad says with a grin, patting Steve’s shoulder.
The blond man grins at you, mischief in his eyes, then looks over at where Bucky stands, his eyes focused on yours.
You swallow hard and nod, grabbing Wanda’s hand and tugging her toward what’s going to be your bedroom for the weekend.
“Oh. My. God!” She exclaims as soon as the door’s closed, a wicked grin on her face.
You groan loudly and collapse on the bed.
“I told you!” You grumble, shaking your head in disbelief.
It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now you’re regretting coming to the cabin with them.
“They were pretty much fucking you with their eyes the whole time! And your and your dad really has no idea?” She asks in a whisper, sitting next to you on the bed and poking your shoulder until you look at her.
“He has no clue, dude. Fuck, this was a mistake. I’m not gonna be able to survive the weekend. I’m not. I’m gonna die. I’m going to explode or dad's gonna find out or-”
“Stop overreacting! If you guys haven’t been caught after the whole barbecue thing, I doubt you’re gonna get caught at all. Have fun. You’re only young once, and those guys are hot as fuck. If you don’t fuck them this weekend then I’m going to.”
You roll your eyes but push yourself into a seated position anyway.
“Fuck, I guess you’re right. It’ll be fine. They’re not gonna be obvious about it, right?”
Wanda nods and roots through her suitcase to find her bathing suit
“Right. Now, let's go get some sun!”
~*~
Wrong.
You were wrong.
You were so fucking wrong.
You and Wanda are lying down on the lounge chairs on the patio of the cabin overlooking the lake, iced teas beside you and soft music playing, when they walk by.
Each of them clad only in their swim trunks, thick muscular bodies on display for your hungry eyes.
You can’t help but devour them, and they’re not discreet in doing the same to you.
Bucky goes so far as to stand directly in front of your lounge chair, a smile on his lips as he takes in the sight of your beautiful body draped in only a red bikini.
“You ladies put sunblock on?” Steve asks, his eyes focusing on your cleavage for a moment before returning to your face.
You shake your head, “that kind of defeats the whole purpose of getting some sun, Steve.”
Bucky leans down slightly and trails his fingers over your inner calf, stopping above your knee and then tapping your inner thigh gently.
“You want some help putting it on, crybaby? Hmm?”
You inhale sharply, thighs squeezing together but he grabs the flesh quickly, giving you a stern look.
Your eyes flicker over his shoulder to Steve, whose gaze is focused on you as Bucky brings his hand up to grab your face. He leans closer, his lips grazing your cheek for just a moment before his teeth nip at your ear.
“You gonna ride my face when your dad falls asleep tonight, princess?”
You nod immediately, looking up at him with wide eyes as he slowly pulls away.
“You guys comin’ or what?” Your dad’s voice calls from around the side of the cabin.
Bucky steps back and rises to his full height, adjusting his boner then plastering a stunning smile on his handsome face.
“Yeah! Just got caught up.”
They both take their leave, each glancing over their shoulder at you before disappearing around the house.
It’s quiet for a long moment before Wanda whistles lowly.
“I don’t know how you’re not melted into a puddle right now. If either of those men did that to me I’d probably die on the spot. Like, I don’t understand how you do it. You’re one lucky bitch, I’ll tell you that much.”
You take a deep breath and sink an inch lower in the lounge chair, heart racing and eyes squeezed shut.
“Wanda, I don’t think I’m gonna survive this,” you confess, bringing your hands up to cover your face.
She giggles and shakes her head at you, relaxing in the lounge chair.
“Why not have fun with it? I mean, they clearly are. Might as well give it right back to them,” she notes.
You slowly pull your hands away from your face and look over at her, intrigue written across your face.
“I’m just saying that two -or, three I guess- can play this game. They wanna tease you? Tease ‘em right back. I’m sure whatever they have in store for you after will be worth it anyway, so might as well have fun.”
You gnaw on your bottom lip for a moment, pondering her words.
“But how? I don’t wanna be obvious and have my dad find out.”
She shrugs, “just do little things. We’ve got popsicles in the freezer, right? Go offer them one.” She punctuates her sentence with a wink and you feel a smile creep across your face.
You rise off of the lounge chair and nearly trip over yourself in your haste to get inside and grab a popsicle.
You pull it out of the wrapping and lather it with saliva, then head to the bathroom to adjust your bikini top in the mirror.
Once you’re positive that you look good enough to eat, you make your way back outside, smiling at Wanda when she laughs as you pass by.
You follow the path that Steve and Bucky took around the side of the cabin where your dad keeps all the fishing gear, wrapping your lips around the popsicle and sucking the sweet taste into your mouth when you finally catch a glimpse of the two men.
“Hey, kiddo. Everything okay?” Your dad asks, not looking up from the supplies he’s gathering.
“Yeah, everything’s good. I just wanted to see if any of you wanted a popsicle.” You drag your tongue up the underside of the popsicle right as Bucky and Steve lift their gazes to you, and the look on their faces says it all.
Steve stays quiet, but Bucky takes a step towards you and cocks his head to the side.
“I’m okay for now, darling. I’ve already got a sweet treat planned after dinner. Don’t wanna have too much now.”
The way his eyes rake over your figure has you feeling the ghost of his touch between your legs, and your thighs clench. Something that does not go unnoticed by the two of them.
You bat your eyelashes innocently at the two of them, taking the popsicle deep in your throat for a moment and humming around it before pulling it back out.
A string of saliva connects your lips and the popsicle for a long moment before you lick your lips, and you grin when the two men adjust themselves in their swim trunks.
“Okay. Just wanted to come and offer. Do you want anything, Steve?” You turn pointedly toward the blond, your free hand stroking your breasts through your bikini top, playing with your hardened nipple for a moment before dropping down to rest at your side.
Steve swallows hard and gives you a look that has a shiver racing down your spine.
“I’m good, sweetheart, thank you. Might take you up on that later though.” His dark eyes tell you that he wants your lips wrapped around something other than the popsicle, and you giggle softly.
“Okay. If you fellas change your mind just let me know. I don’t mind bringing them out to you.” You lick up the popsicle one last time before turning on your heel and walking away, your ass bouncing with every step you take and you can feel them watching you.
“All right boys, let's get this boat out in the water!”
~*~
The rest of the afternoon is peaceful, with your dad and his friends fishing and you and Wanda enjoying the sun while the ache between your legs only worsens.
By the time dinner’s on the table, you’re beyond ready to deal with your aching clit on your own, but one look at the two delicious men at the table and you halt those thoughts in their tracks.
Your dad sits at one end of the table and Bucky sits at the other, with you and Wanda between them on one side and Steve seated across from the two of you.
With a pile of steaming food on your plate, you find yourself hungry for something else, unable to concentrate on the conversations going on around you as your mind wanders to all the dirty things these men could do to you. All the things they plan on doing to you.
Lifting your eyes slowly, you watch Steve as he talks to Wanda about some science thing she’s working on in school.
Bottom lip tucked between your teeth, you slowly raise your foot and straighten your leg under the table, watching the way his lips quirk upward when your foot caresses his calf.
You slowly drag your foot upwards until you reach his thigh, then dare to move further watching him closely as you stroke the bulge in his pants.
His hips move forward the tiniest bit and he clears his throat, shifting his weight and shooting you a glance, daring you to continue.
You can’t help but grin, taking a sip of your drink and stroking him again.
Your eyes flutter over to the man on your right and you almost choke on your drink at the way he’s looking at you.
He’s obviously aware of what you’re doing, and you have to stop yourself from giggling.
You tease Steve beneath the table for the rest of the meal, stroking his hard cock through the fabric of his shorts and relishing in the way he looks at you. Promising a punishment that you’re beyond excited for.
~*~
“Okay folks, you guys ready?” Your dad shouts from the doc, Steve beside him helping set up the fireworks.
You and Wanda both cheer, excited about the fireworks.
They begin setting them off and the two of you watch in awe as your attention is captured.
“I’m gonna go down on the swing to watch, wanna come?” Wanda asks, stepping towards the stairs leading down to the porch swing.
“Yeah, I’m just gonna grab a sweater.”
She nods and heads down to the swing.
As you turn to the cabin to get a sweater, you freeze in your tracks.
Bucky’s leaning against the sliding glass door, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth and his dark eyes trained on you.
“B-Bucky. I didn’t hear you come out.”
You mentally curse yourself for being reduced to a stuttering mess whenever he's around.
“You had fun with Steve, huh?”
You swallow hard and lick your lips, unsure of how to proceed.
He pushes off the door and steps toward you, forcing you to back up until your back hits the railing of the deck.
You’re trapped between the wood and his hard body and you don’t know what to do.
“You’ve been teasing us all day, crybaby. That’s not something a good girl does, is it?”
You tilt your head back to look at him as the fireworks explode overhead, his eyes illuminated for a brief moment before darkness masks his face once again.
“I was just returning the favour, James.”
Hearing you say his name has his cock standing at attention and fuck, he loves hearing it come from your pretty lips.
“Oh yeah? And what’s your plan now? Because, the way I see it, he and I have every right to do whatever we want to this sweet, tight body of yours. I could spin you around, bend you over, and fuck your cute little cunt till you’re crying. Right outside in front of your friend and your dad. Is that what you want, baby?”
You open your mouth to answer, but he’s already got you spun around and bent slightly over the railing of the deck.
You inhale sharply, hands grabbing at the wood as another firework bursts overhead.
His fingers trail between your thighs beneath your dress, and he lets out a soft curse when he finds you bare and wet for him.
“You’re really playing with fire here, crybaby, you know that?” He whispers, his lips trailing over your neck as his fingers slowly slide through your folds.
You bite your lip to keep yourself quiet, eyes focused on where your dad and Steve are.
All the way down at the dock.
Surely too far away to make out exactly what’s going on.
Bucky’s fingers find your clit and you gasp, hips automatically pushing back into his hand, and he chuckles softly.
“You’re so easy, crybaby. I can play you like a fucking fiddle. Do you have any idea how easy it is for me to make you cum? For me to have you begging and crying?”
You hum softly, rocking your hips in time with his fingers.
“Maybe you should remind me,” you whisper, wanting nothing more than to cum after how wound up you’ve been all day.
He laughs softly, his fingers not slowing as he nuzzles his nose into your hair.
“Is that what you want, baby? You want me to make you cum? Wanna cream all over my fingers like the good little slut I know you are?”
You nod eagerly, your body wound tight and ready for the sweet release you know he can bring you.
He chuckles quietly and presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head, then grabs a handful of your hair and yanks your head back until it’s resting on his shoulder.
“Good girls get to cum. Bad girls get punished. Meet me in the living room at one and you’ll get what you deserve, princess.”
With that, he releases you and takes a step away, then bounds down the stairs and onto the grass, giving Wanda a wink on his way.
You stay leaning against the railing, breathing hard and squeezing your thighs together in frustration.
These two are gonna be the death of you. But what a way to go.
~*~
You toss and turn all night, unable to get even a wink of sleep as you count down the minutes until 1am.
Eventually, the clock strikes one, but you find yourself paralyzed with fear and anticipation.
What will they do to you?
What if your dad finds out?
Oh god, this can’t end well.
Finally mustering up your courage, and using the cover of just needing a glass of water, you venture out of your room and slowly make your way through the cabin.
The lights in the living room are off, and you let out a sigh of relief.
They probably got the hint after waiting for fifteen minutes.
Disappointment and relief play tug-of-war with your heart as you get yourself a glass of water from the kitchen.
At least now you’ll probably be able to finally get some sleep. Just as soon as you deal with your aching clit.
“You know, Steve didn’t think you’d show. But I knew you’d make it.”
You tense up at the sound of his smooth voice, searching for the source of it in the darkness of the room.
“And, though I’m glad you finally decided to grace us with your presence, punctuality is important to me.” His voice slowly gets closer until you can make out the outline of his body in the darkness.
“I-I’m sorry,” you try softly, setting your glass down and bracing your hands on the counter behind your back.
“After all the teasing today? No, you’re not. But you will be.” His firm hands find your waist with ease, and then he’s spinning you around and bending you over across the kitchen island.
You huff out a surprised gasp when a second set of hands pushes your hair away from your face.
“How are we gonna punish our sweet girl, Buck?” Steve’s voice asks from in front of you.
You swallow hard as the oversized shirt you’re wearing gets pushed up your back, your panties yanked down your thighs next.
“Hmm...” Bucky acts as if he’s thinking as his hands caress the globes of your ass, but he already knows what he’s got planned for you.
“How about... one for every minute you were late?” He punctuates his question with a particularly rough smack to your ass, and you yelp softly only for Steve to cover your mouth with his large hand.
“I think that sounds like a good idea,” the blond agrees.
Without giving you any warning, the brunet’s hand comes down hard on your ass again, and you jolt away from the pain as much as you’re able to from your position on the counter.
He spanks you again, then again, and twice more after that, and pretty soon tears are prickling at your eyes and the ache between your thighs has morphed into a throb.
You’re mumbling pleas and apologies into Steve’s hand, and both men can’t help but coo at how adorable you look.
With each strike of his hand against your ass, you crawl closer and closer to the edge, your climax just out of reach when he finally whispers ‘fifteen’.
“Good girl. There you go, you pretty little thing. Took it like a champ,” Bucky praises as he massages your aching flesh.
You whine softly, cheeks tear-stained and glistening.
Steve releases your mouth and leans down to kiss your forehead.
“You’re such a good girl for us, honey. The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he whispers softly, his voice gentle and kind.
Your insides get warm and fuzzy at the praise from both of them and you can’t help the smile that pulls at the corner of your mouth.
“Now, sweet girl. You gonna let me eat your pretty pussy? I remember you saying you’d ride my face. Well, what are you waiting for, honey?”
He helps you stand on your shaky legs, then leads you into the living room with Steve hot on your heels.
Each man has a hand somewhere on your body, and you don’t hate it. In fact, you could die happily in their arms.
After an orgasm, of course.
Bucky lies down on the couch on his back while Steve turns on a dim lamp in the corner of the room, giving you just enough light to see where each man is.
“C’mon, baby. Lemme taste that pretty pussy. I’ve missed her.”
You climb nervously onto the couch, nodding at the questioning look on his face, then position yourself with your knees on either side of his head and your pussy right above his mouth.
“None of that hovering shit, sweetheart. I’m a man, not a boy. I can handle you. I wanna feel you ride my face.”
He grabs your hips and yanks them down until your weight is firmly resting on his face, and then his talented tongue is working your clit.
“O-oh!” You exclaim, tumbling forward and grabbing onto the arm of the couch for stability.
“Oh God... Bucky... oh fuck...”
He works your body like he’s spent years studying it, finding every angle that makes you twitch.
Steve comes to stand at the edge of the couch, smoothing his hands through your hair and cupping your face, forcing you to look up at him through glossy eyes as his friend brings you closer and closer to the edge.
“You look so pretty riding his face, honey. So fuckin’ pretty,” he murmurs, leaning in to capture your lips with his.
The kiss is intense and passionate, and you can’t help but whine softly against his mouth when his fingers dart beneath your shirt to tug on your nipples.
Bucky’s hands slide over your thighs, pulling you further onto his face while his tongue attacks your clit.
You moan into Steve’s mouth, your hands coming up to rest on his shoulders, nails digging into the bare skin.
“M’gonna cum,” you whisper against his mouth, leaning your chest into his hands as he fondles your breasts.
“Do it, honey. Cum all over his face. C’mon, sweet girl,” Steve coaxes, tugging and twisting your nipples and nipping at your bottom lip while you rock your hips against Bucky’s face.
The additional stimulation pushes you over the edge quickly, and you crumple forward against Steve’s chest, panting against his mouth as you convulse.
He supports your weight while Bucky licks you through your orgasm, relishing in the feeling of your walls spasming and fluttering while you whimper and moan against Steve.
“Good girl... fuck, you’re such a good girl for us,” Steve praises, hugging you to his chest for a moment then helping you off of Bucky’s face.
The brunet sits up and pulls you to sit on his lap, his beard glistening in the dim light of the room.
“Fuck, you taste like heaven,” he whispers, leaning in and kissing you deeply.
You taste yourself on his mouth and can’t help but sigh into it.
Something about the way he’s so comfortable being sexual with you, so open and confident without a hint of insecurity makes you so unbelievably attracted to him.
You rock your hips on his lap, wanting -no, needing- more.
“You’re a greedy girl, aren't you?” He muses against your lips, pulling back to look at you.
You nod, breathing heavily and wanting nothing more than to have his thick cock inside you.
“Please fuck me,” you beg softly, lust-filled eyes trained on him.
He groans softly and nods, pushing you to lie down on your back.
You huff out a breath and sit up while he rises, yanking your shirt off and watching as he and Steve drop their sweatpants.
Steve comes to kneel at your head while Bucky makes his way between your thighs again.
“Buck says I’m not allowed to fuck you, sweetheart,” Steve whispers. “Not yet, anyway. Punk wants to keep that sweet tight cunt to himself and, honestly, I don’t blame him. Still can’t help but be jealous. I’d love to feel your squeeze me, princess. Fuck, I dream of the day when I can finally cum inside you, pump you full.”
You squirm on the couch, desperate to be filled with cock and cum, and the two men share a soft chuckle.
“Getting our girl all worked up, Stevie. Look at how desperate she is.”
‘Our girl’. You can’t help but sigh at that.
You belong to them, to both of them. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Steve rubs the tip of his hot cock against your lips, smearing a bead of precum around and chuckling softly when your mouth drops open.
“You’re just desperate for cock at this point, aren’t you?” He questions softly, pushing into your mouth and rubbing against your tongue.
You can only nod slightly, not wanting to disturb him as he plays with your mouth.
Bucky’s hands rub gently along your thighs, smoothing over the skin and sending shivers racing up your spine.
“You like teasing her, huh?” He asks, a smile on his face as he watches his friend have fun with you.
“She makes it hard not to,” Steve admits, slowly pushing his cock down your throat.
You brace one hand above your head on his thigh, trying hard to keep your throat open and push your gag reflex down as he starts thrusting gently.
“Aw, look at how nice he’s being, Angel. Treating you like you’re fragile or something,” Bucky says with a chuckle, using one hand to guide his cock to your dripping hole while the other hand shoves your shirt up above your breasts, two fingers pinching your nipple.
“We all know that’s not true though, don’t we?” He punctuates his question with a harsh thrust that kisses your cervix and you can’t help but moan around Steve’s length, trying to suppress the cough that wants to follow.
The brunet feels proud at how well you take his cock, like your body was made specifically for him. And he plans on taking complete advantage of that.
His pace is even, each thrust rough enough to have a soft moan falling from your mouth and every time a noise comes from you, Steve moans from above you. The vibrations combined with how hot and wet your mouth is has the blond trying desperately to hold onto his composure.
You feel so full.
So completely stuffed from both ends and you’ve never been happier.
Bucky fits perfectly in your cunt, each drag of his girth along your walls has sparks shooting to your clit, a type of stimulation you didn’t think you’d get from penetration alone - yet here you are.
Your orgasm creeps up on you slowly, getting closer and closer with each thrust of Bucky’s hips and every tug of your hair in Steve’s hand.
Your senses are clouded. Nothing exists beyond Bucky in your cunt and Steve in your mouth. All you can taste, feel, hear, and smell is the three of you and you’d love to bask in it forever.
“Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart. Nice n’ tight... wet... shit, honey, you feel like heaven, you know that? God, I could fuck this sweet little pussy all night. Might just have to.”
Bucky’s words have you gushing around him, a moan vibrating against Steve’s cock again and the blond can’t hold back anymore.
“Fuck, honey. Shit... I tried to be gentle but fuck, you feel too good. I’m sorry.” With that, he holds your head in both hands and begins fucking your throat like you’re nothing more than a fucktoy.
He uses you to get off. He ignores your gags and coughs and the tears running down your temples and he fucks you like he owns you.
And between your thighs, Bucky does the same thing.
He has your hips hoisted up slightly, the angle allowing him to get so much deeper and fuck you so much harder. His hands are firmly planted on your hips, gripping so tightly that you know you’re going to have bruises in the morning but you also don’t care.
His cock hits your sweet spot with every thrust, and you can’t stop the moans from falling between gags.
Everything is too much. The pleasure between your legs mixes so beautifully with all the pain and it pushes you over the edge, your climax slamming into you like a train.
“Fuck... can feel you cumming, sweet girl. Fuck, that’s right... cream on my cock, princess. It’s all yours, you know that,” Bucky murmurs, grunting at the vice-like grip your cunt has on his cock.
Steve doesn’t last much longer, yanking his cock out of his mouth and furiously stroking it until ropes of his cum are bursting out and painting your face.
You cough and gasp, moaning far louder than you really should as Bucky fucks you through your orgasm and Steve cums on your face.
“Fuck, you look so pretty covered in his cum, baby. So fuckin’ pretty. M’gonna fill you up now. Gonna fill this tight little pussy with my cum then send you back to bed leaking. You want that? Wanna be full of my cum?”
You nod immediately, your hands finding his chest as his thrusts get sloppy.
Your nails dig into the meat of his chest and break the skin, but you’re both so far gone in your pleasure that you hardly register that.
All that matters is him pumping you full of cum exactly like he said he would.
“Please,” you whisper roughly, dragging your nails down his arms until your fingers are wrapped around his wrists - so thick that you can’t even touch the tip of your thumb to your middle finger.
“Fuck, baby. You ready for it? Yeah?” He asks, piercing blue eyes focused on your fucked-out face.
It takes two more thrusts for him to meet his high and then he’s making good on his promise.
He paints your walls white, fills you with warmth exactly like he said he would, and you feel so whole and content at that moment.
With Steve stroking your hair and Bucky smoothing his hands over your thighs, you feel happy.
A content sigh falls from your lips and you settle deeper into the couch, exhaustion creeping up on you.
“Did we fuck you to sleep, pretty girl?” Steve asks softly, his fingers wiping the mess off of your face gently.
You only hum in response, the sound scratchy and hoarse.
He chuckles and presses a quick kiss to your forehead before straightening up and tugging his boxers on.
“How do you feel, honey?” Bucky asks gently, his eyes soft and full of something that has your heart jumping in your chest.
You nod your response then clear your throat when he raises his eyebrows expectantly.
“Sore,” you manage to whisper, your lids feeling heavy.
The two men share a soft chuckle and Bucky pulls you onto his lap so you’re cradled in his arms, his softening cock still lodged inside of you.
“How about we go take a quick shower to get you cleaned up, hmm? Then we can put you to bed.”
You nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck and wind your arms around his strong body.
“Will you stay with me?” You ask softly, the question muffled slightly from where your lips are pressed against his skin.
He rubs his hands across your back and then a second set of hands is smoothing over your hair.
“We can’t stay for too long, Princess, but definitely until you fall asleep,” Bucky whispers, peppering kisses along any skin exposed to him.
Steve nods his agreement and pushes your hair aside to allow him to press a kiss to the back of your neck.
“Now c’mon, crybaby. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
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forever-more-never-again · 6 years ago
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You’re Safe Now (A Steve Request)
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Requested: Anonymous
Word Count: 2949
Warnings: Pain, Blood, Swearing, Self harm (In a way diff than what you think)
Pairing: Steve X Reader
Request: Can I request an avengers team x reader (hinted steve x reader) where the reader is a misunderstood villain that hydra has made (sorta like bucky)? Sorry if it doesn't make sense.
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Running. You just had to keep running. If they found you, they would neutralize you. You were positive of this fact.
Fog blew past you as you spun around a tree, pressing your back to it, trying to steady your breathing.
“Stark! Where’d they go?”
“I can’t get a read, this fog is messing with my suit’s infrared.”
Hiding a smirk, you quickly jumped up into the branches of the tree, hiding yourself in the Fog.
“Damnit! Why does Hydra keep doing this?”
You stilled. That name. Hydra. It tickled something in your memory.
Scrunching your eyes shut, you whimpered as your head began pounding. This was a common occurrence every time something happened that triggered a memory of your past.
“Not now!” You whispered harshly to yourself. You couldn’t afford to be caught unaware.
But of course, nothing worked out the way you wanted it to.
“Agh!” You screamed out as an excruciating pain began to hammer inside your skull. You lost your concentration on your cloaking and became visible again.
“Over here!”
You couldn’t see your surroundings. Your hands came up to rest on either side of your head, it felt like your skull was going to implode.
You fell from the tree.
“What’s happening to them?”
“Stark!”
“Got it!”
Your vision began wavering. Black spots filling your eyes.
“I’ve got you. You’re safe now.”
Lies. You thought dimly. The last thing you saw before going under, a pair of gentle blue eyes.
~
“So...Are they...like me?”
“We don’t think so Buck. But we’re still waiting for the results.”
You heard soft voices filling the room first.
“Woah!” You bolted up, ready to take off. Your body automatically set to escape. “No! Stop! Please!” You barely registered what you were saying as you began fighting the phantoms from your memory.
“Hey!”
“Hey! Calm down!”
“I’ve got you. You’re safe now.”
Those familiar words, spoken in the same soft spoken way, stilled you.
Your vision slowly came in and you were met with the baby blue eyes from before.
Without realizing you were doing it, you raised a hand and rested it on his cheek.
“Steve.”
The warning tone brought you back to the present.
Jerking away from him, you scurried backwards. You were on a hospital bed. In a medical room of some sort.
“Who are you!? What do you want with me!?” You screamed out. There were only three men in the room. And they all stared at you in varying degrees of concern and suspicion.
“Hello. My name is Dr. Banner. We just want to help you. You’ve done a lot of damage in the past few weeks.”
The calm brown haired man wearing a lab coat took a step towards you.
“No!” You screeched, fear icing its way through your veins. You raised your hands and the man flew backwards, onto a workbench.
Needles, syringes and various equipment went flying as the man fell painfully.
“Bruce!” The blonde man with the blue eyes ran over to the man, hands hesitating as he looked him over.
The man, Bruce, looked up with a wry smile, “It’s okay Steve. He’s not coming out.”
“We’re trying to help you! We know that Hydra did something. We just want to help.”
That name again. Hydra.
You stared over at the man who spoke. Long brown hair. Brown eyes. And...a metal arm.
“Soldat.”
He flinched at your voice.
The blonde, Steve, walked back over to you as Bruce cleaned up where you had thrown him.
“He’s not that anymore. This is Bucky. I’m Steve, and the man you threw is Bruce. We’re part of the Avengers. We want to try to stop Hydra. We want to help you, if you’ll let us.”
You listened intently.
“Hydra...they...Experimented on me, I think.” Your head started to hurt again. Wincing, you raised a hand to your head.
“It hurts. Doesn’t it? The memories resurfacing.”
Bucky took a step forward, despite Bruce’s look of warning.
You spat towards him, but it didn’t hold much strength behind it as the pounding in your head increased.
“Let me go.” Your words were quiet.
Steve...the man with the kind blue eyes, caught your gaze and held it. “What’s your name?”
Wrenching your eyes from his gaze, you stared down at the white bedsheet.
The pounding in your head was growing stronger with every passing minute.
“Steve. The blood work is back. Hydra...did some really fucked up shit to them. You need to see this.”
Another man walked in, holding a tablet.
“Stark. Not now.” Steve warned. Holding up a hand to stop the man from walking further into the room.
“Stark?” You repeated. “Argh!” The pain became blinding white.
“Everyone out! They’re losing control!”
“What do you mean?”
“That’s what I found! They have-”
And the world when dark.
~
The next time you woke up, You were no longer in a medical room. You were in...A cell.
“What?” You went to move, but were brought to a halt.
Glancing down, you saw that your hands were encased in some sort of metal box and the box was stuck to a table.
“No! No! No!” You began to panic. The memories you had uncovered in the past months had you know for certain that something like this had happened before, followed by pain and torture.
You kicked, and screamed, your throat going raw as the hours went on.
“I’ve brought you-Oh no! Please! Stop!”
You were pulled away, stopping you from where you had been chewing on your exposed wrist.
“I’ve got you. You’re safe now.”
Familiar words. Bringing you back down from your panic.
“Steve?” The name rolling from your tongue with ease.
Glancing up, you saw the tall muscled man holding you in his arms, staring down at you in concern.
“What were you doing? You hurt yourself.” His voice was soft and gentle as he tentatively pulled your sleeve up to look at the bloody mess you had made on your wrists.
You shook your arms, knocking his hands off, though you couldn’t really move away. Being stuck where you were.
“Why am I like this?” You jerked your head to the box, indicating exactly what you meant.
“We had to take precautions. What Hydra did to you. And what you did to Banner...With your memories not intake, you could lash out without meaning to and hurt someone. Your mutation is...highly volatile and seems to go hand in hand with levels of stress. Your shadows...they could hurt someone and I don’t want that on your conscious.”
You tilted your head, “Hydra. I remembered that name in the forest. They...they kidnapped me as a child...I think...I think I was…” You faltered, as snippets of memories floated in your mind.
A hand rested on your arm, bringing you back, “Don’t force it. We can help. Bucky, the man you called Soldat, he was the same, but we can help you find all your memories without any pain.”
You wanted to rub your head, but your hands hit the box, a dull metallic thud echoing in the small cell.
You whimpered, drawing in on yourself, “I promise I won’t hurt you. But could you..please...release my hands?” Your voice was that of a scared child’s. You hated it. But the panic and fear of not having control of your hands, paired with the memory of torture lingering on the edges of your mind, was enough for you to choke down your pride.
“Of course. Here.” Steve gently pulled out a key from his pocket and opened the metal box.
Quickly, you pulled your hands to your chest and nursed them there. The blood from where you had gnawed on your wrist, soaking into the shirt you wore. A dull gray. One that you suspected the doctor had put you in.
Since in the woods you had been only wearing a tank top and sweats.
“Now. I have to ask you some questions. Okay. So that we can help you.”
You nodded. Something about the man put you at ease. Even though he was big and burly, and looked like he could kill you in a second, you found yourself relaxing while next to him.
His blue eyes and gentle face. He smiled at you as he sat down across the table from you.
“You know my name. What’s yours?”
You squinted at him, “You could find out.” You challenged.
He laughed. Your eyes widened. His laugh was so carefree and happy. His eyes crinkled at the corners and dimples appeared on his cheeks.
It had been so long since you had seen someone...something...so happy.
“It’s true. We know who you are, [Y/n]. I just wanted to hear it from you. I didn’t want to steal who you were from you. Do you still go by [Y/n]?”
You breathed deeply, exhaling. You shrugged, “I guess. That’s the only name I remember aside from ‘Shadow Weaver’.” You flinched as you spoke the name that Hydra had given you.
Steve rested his arms on the table, relaxed, allowing you to take the initiative, his hand open, facing up. “It’s up to you. You can be called whatever you want.”
You looked at the hand, then up at the smiling blonde. Smiling for the first time in a long time, you placed your hand in his, “[Y/n] is fine.”
~
“How do you know we can trust them? They’ve been with Hydra for years and on the run for the past several months, destroying cities and robbing stores.”
“They were scared, Buck. Like someone else I remember…”
“Shut it punk.”
“Anyways. I trust them. They don’t seem to want to hurt anyone. I think they were stressed and worried and frightened. I think those attacks and robberies were them just trying to survive with the little memories they have.”
“I got a hold of Shuri but she said it will be a couple months till she can get down here. There’s some political problems that Wakanda is dealing with and she wants to be there for her brother.”
“Alright, so we just have to help them as much as we can. Hydra most likely knows that they are here by now.”
“Hydra? Shuri? What are you guys talking about?” You inched your way into the main common area, tugging the sleeves of one of Steve’s sweatshirts down over your bandaged wrists.
Tony raised a brow when he saw what you were wearing, turning to Steve with a questioning look.
Steve shrugged, a light pink blush dusting his cheeks and ears, “They didn’t have any clothes and we haven't had a chance to go shopping for them.”
You cocked your head, “What’s wrong with how I’m dressed?” You looked down at yourself in worry. You were wearing a pair of sweats that Steve said someone named Natasha had given and his sweatshirt.
“Nothing. Nothing.” Steve cleared his throat, going back to business.
“So…[Y/n]...that’s a pretty name.” Bucky said, trying to fill the silence.
You jerked. You were still getting used to people saying your name and not your code.
“Thanks…” You said shyly.
“How are your wrists doing? Steve said you went a little crazy on them.” He joked, a teasing laugh in his voice.
You smiled, relaxed in Steve’s presence as you bantered with Bucky, “What would you know, mister metal arm?”
He gasped and clutched his chest.
You looked over and saw Steve watching with a fond look on his face.
“Hate to break this up. But we still need you to answer some questions. Especially with Hydra knowing where you are.”
Tony brought everyone back to the present.
You shuddered, and without realizing, inched over to Steve’s side. His body heat radiating and providing comfort.
“They know I’m here?” You asked, voice small.
Steve whispered, for your ears only, “I’ve got you. You’re safe now.”
Those familiar words calmed your frantic heart beat.
Tony sighed deeply, “We don’t know for sure. But news leaked about someone being brought into the tower. That would have been you. And Hydra can put two and two together.”
An ache started up behind your eyes.
A small whimper escaped your lips as you raised a hand to your head, but before you could place it on your forehead, a different hand was there.
Blue eyes met your startled ones. It was Steve’s hand on your forehead, “Are you okay? Another headache?”
He asked, concern in his voice.
You felt tears well up. He was just so caring and concerned for you.
“I’m fine. It’s just a normal headache. No memories.” You assured the men in the room. If it had been a headache induced from an emerging memory, you had to close yourself off, since you lost control of your shadow manipulation during the episodes.
“We managed to find several missions that codename: Shadow Weaver, was used in. We want you to look over them. See if you can remember anything important.” Tony said, pulling up a virtual computer in the air, reports filling the screen.
“Tony, are we sure this is a good idea? They just got used to being here with us and dealing with their memories. This could trigger an episode…”
You placed a hand on Steve’s arm, causing him to stop his tirade and look at you, “It’s okay Steve. I want to help you guys anyway I can. You rescued me.”
Steve smiled down at you, “You rescued yourself. How you got away from Hydra…”
He trailed off. That was one memory you still had yet to uncover.
“I’m surprised you still retained your humanity. But then again. Hydra had you a lot less longer than they had me.” Bucky mused.
You smirked, “I just am stronger.”
Bucky growled, a smile on his face though, so you knew he was playing.
“Alright. Alright. Break it up. [Y/n], if you would.” Tony gestured to the screen.
You walked up. Eyes scanning the reports. Some of the words were in German, which you were surprised to learn you could read.
And then it hit.
“Argh!” It came to sudden. Unlike the others that would build, this one blasted right through your head.
You crumbled to your knees, a keening scream coming from your lips.
“Get out! Everyone get out!”
And then arms wrapped around you, “I’ve got you. You’re safe now. I’ve got you. You’re safe now. I’ve got you. You’re safe now.”
The words repeated over and over. Fading as images and words spun through your head.
And then, it stilled.
You cautiously opened your eyes.
Shadows were frozen midair in the wide room.
Shards of black masses. Tendrils winding up the walls.
But a circle of white surrounded you….and Steve.
His eyes were shut as he hugged you to him. His breathing steady as he continued to whisper the mantra that you had come to associate with peace and love.
“Steve..” You whispered his name, not wanting to break the scene.
The shadows trembled as you spoke, reacting to you.
You felt a light inside you. A connection to the light and dark of the world. You raised a hand and wiggled your fingers.
The shadows danced in the air. The shards dissolving and dancing around the circle of light that was around you.
“Woah...it’s beautiful.”
The soft voice filled your heart. Turning your head, you saw the shadows reflecting in the blue eyes of the man beside you. His arms still around you. They tightened slightly as he gasped. Watching the shadows dance.
“I can feel the connection.” You whispered. Your voice a mix of confusion and wonder.
Steve’s eyes found yours. And you drowned in them, “I can feel the connection. With you.”
You don’t know where those last two words came from. You froze. You hadn’t meant to say that.
But Steve just continued to stare at you, the same wonder in his eyes from watching your shadows. “You are breathtaking.”
“What?” You had to shake your head, make sure you heard him right.
“You get away from Hydra. You can’t remember anything except your name. You survive on your own for months. You let strange men ask you questions without fighting them. You trust me. You trust me. You… Why?”
You smiled at the flustered blonde, a hand raised and cupped his cheek as you drew his face near, “I don’t know. But I know that with you I feel safe. I feel like I’m home.”
And your lips gently touched his. A soft gasp from each of you, and then you were tugged close to him, your lips clashing with his in a display of heat and power.
“Uh..guys..”
You broke apart. Staring at each other, and then both turning to stare at Bruce and Tony, both who were standing in the doorway with looks of horror on their faces.
Bruce recovered first, coughing and adjusting his clipboard, “Looks like you managed to regain control of your powers.” He gestured to the room.
You and Steve looked and saw Shadows that were frozen in mid whirlwind around the both of you where you were kneeling on the floor.
Tony choked, “You..You…”
And you and Steve broke. Laughing so hard, you felt tears in your eyes as you leaned your head onto his chest.
“Tony..”
“Pepper! We need to show them how it’s done!”
“Tony!”
The voices faded as your head was brought back and you looked up at the man who had stolen your heart.
“I’ve got you.” He whispered.
You smiled, finishing it, “We’re safe now.”
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bolontiku · 7 years ago
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Avengers A/U
Bucky x mutant!reader
“The Playlist”
Part 2
Summary: being new to the Avengers you can’t help but screw with Bucky’s playlist.
A/N: After working on a diff fic I needed a break and this was fun to write. Hope ya’ll enjoy! Leave me comments! 
This fics song is “Money” (Broiler remix)- CLUB ISLAND
LINK: Money
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Bucky sighed as he came upon Tony, “hey.”
“It wasn’t me,” Tony said quickly and rather defensively.
Buck narrowed his eyes, “wh-never mind. I’ve been looking for Y/N, Steve wants her to report to him, he has details on an upcoming mission for her.”
Tony slipped behind his work table, putting space between them. “Ah, so….yes!! I finished the new training room, sent her and Clint to, how should I put this? christen it,” he gave Bucky a quick smirk and pretended not to see Bucky’s jaw drop slightly. He had thought Bucky had come to berate him for hacking into his earbuds.
Bucky shifted, “christen?” he shifted from one foot to the other. “I thought.. you and…were…?”
Tony lifted an eyebrow, barely lifting his gaze to meet Bucks. “You thought what?” Bucky could hear the mocking tone and he turned on his heel heading for the door. Tony laughed, “woah there Robocop, aren’t you forgetting something?” Bucky stopped and looked over his shoulder. “The new training room is in the basement, be careful going in there.”
Tony let out a howl of laughter as Bucky practically ran from the room.
FRIDAY would not allow him access unless he had a vest and at least a pair of goggles. Bucky huffed annoyed and finally conceded. It had been a couple days since the gym and he felt more frustrated than ever.
The door to the floor opened to a small room, double doors on the other end, Bucky frowned as he stepped in and the lights went out. He was on the defensive as his eyes adjusted and he could hear the hiss of the double doors sliding open. 
Lights assaulted him, not only that but the level of sound disoriented him for a moment. He heard your laughter for a second before it was drowned out by the loud bass. He grit his teeth together as he stepped in. 
“New player, James Barnes, has entered,” FRIDAY’s voice announced clearly over the racket of noise. 
“Oh, shit!” Clint.
“Y/N?!”
“CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!!” both of you. Your laughter again, strobe lights, fog. Bucky had heard of RAVE clubs and he guessed this was one. But Tony had called it a training room? He blinked as different colored lights flashed from everywhere, the music blaring. He jumped as a woman appeared in front of him, a hologram.
Training. 
Sensory overload. Smart.
Bucky felt your fingers slip over his jaw, whipping around he found nothing. Something hit him between the shoulder blades. Reaching back and swiping his fingers over the vest his fingers glowed, paintball.
“Have fun Sergeant Barnes,” FRIDAY’s voice again.
Bucky took a deep breath, the hologram split, dancing around, lights flashed. He could see there were several spots that one could perch on, walls here and there. Probably to create cover, maybe even lead to dead ends.
Bucky grunted as another paintball hit him. He ducked narrowly avoiding another hit, though he heard something hit the ground. Moving swiftly he came to a stop as you and Clint went at it. He could only see in flashes and one minute you’d be on his right, then suddenly you were at his left. He stood frozen as he watched you and Clint move like this for what seemed forever.
“Want her?!”
Bucky blinked in surprise, did he? He almost missed your fist and then the three of you were moving, his training taking over. Smooth, easy, it was second nature block, hit, dodge..swing, kick.
The music raged on. 
And suddenly it was just the two of you.
He could see your smile as you blocked and swung, Bucky pushing you back with every hit or miss. The music so loud it reverberated throughout his body with every beat.
He didn’t back down at all, he was moving in on you too fast. It made your breath catch to see him so concentrated, one flash an arms length away from you, the next practically crashing into you. You dipped and slipped behind him, turning to keep him in your sight. 
You were sure you made a noise but it was drowned out by the music as Bucky caught your hands in his and pinned you to the wall with his body. Your vision was fucked with the darkness, strobes and different lights all at once, was he smiling? Flashing light made him seem other worldly as he leaned in. You could feel every muscle pressed against you. His lips brushed yours and you felt your heart stop as he pressed a knee between your legs.
Jesus fuck you were irresistible, Bucky caught your hands in his pinning you to the wall bodily and he couldn’t stop himself from leaning in. He could feel you breathing heavily, your chest pressed against his as he leaned in, a smile on his lips when he felt you stop breathing as he pressed his knee between yours. 
One hand moved to the back of your neck, thigh pressing up between your legs, you tilted your head back daring him to kiss you. 
Bucky never backed down.
He pulled you forwards, lips crashing into yours, his metal hand slipping down to your waist pulling you into him. A groan caught at the back of your throat as he pressed his hips into yours, grinding into you. Gripping your hair tight he pulled enough to make you whimper, tongue flicking into your mouth. You caught at his vest, felt his fingers at the edge of your jeans, dipping down to grab your ass. 
“Fuck,” he couldn’t hear you in this, it didn’t matter, god he felt so good! Pulling away from your lips he kissed down your jaw nipping at your neck all the while still grinding his hips into yours. 
Everything stopped.
Squeezing your eyes closed as white lights came on. 
You pushed Bucky away, slipping down the wall to land on your ass. “HEY!! BEEN TRYIN TO FIND YOU TWO….” Clint came around the corner and smiled. “You got her huh?” he smirked at Bucky, “this was the best shit ever!”
You huffed a laugh pulling your hair from its bun and dropping your forearms to your knees. Fuck. “Yeah it was, what happened to the music?”
Clint cracked up, “It took me long enough to realize I wasn’t gonna find you two in here once I lost you. By the way, you got a mean right hook! SOOOoo, I managed to get outside to the control room. Turned everything off and its easy as hell without all that music…by the way… why’d you come down here??” he asked looking over at Bucky. “Y’alright? She’s pretty tough!”
“Steve needs you,” Bucky managed turning away from the two of you and marching out.
“Dammit, Clint next time just let me finish!!”
Clint rolled his eyes, “you two can spar on the mat any day. No need to do it in the dark like some creep.” You nearly growled as he turned and started on his way out. “You coming?”
“Not right now…need to catch my breath.” He nodded and gave you a quick wave leaving you in your crumpled state. “Fuck.”
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buckbuckstan · 3 years ago
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Omg was not expecting the ending . Wow
Riding Lessons  -  Two
Pairing: Dbf!Bucky X Reader
Summary: It’s your dad’s summer barbecue and all his friends are there. Including the man who’s spent every moment he can with his head between your thighs. The only problem? He’s brought another woman.
Warnings: Language, Light Angst, Fluff, Smut (oral (f receiving), pussy slapping, choking, degradation, kinda rough, breeding kink, slight voyeurism, name calling), Age Gap (Reader is 21, Bucky is mid-forties),
Word Count: 3.4K
A/n: here’s part two for you guys! I’m shocked at the response to part one, so thank you guys so much!! I love you all and I hope you enjoy this!
Part one
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“C’mon down, Kiddo! Everyone’s here! You gotta make an appearance!” Your dad shouts from the bottom of the stairs, waiting until you finally emerge to head back to the kitchen.
He’s been planning this summer barbecue for weeks, and now the backyard is packed full of people who are all his age, drinking and laughing and having a good time.
And then there’s you.
You’ve been cooped up in your room since the first guest arrived, but it wasn’t his presence that made you hideaway. No, it’s the plus one on his arm.
Bucky showed up an hour early with a blonde woman clinging to his arm and kissing his cheek.
The smirk on his face when his eyes met yours was enough to hurt your heart and bruise your ego, so you took your leave.
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