#good god i fucking HATE the idea that every woman everywhere is just salivating for the attention of men.

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i fucking hate straight people no way did i just read a fanfic insinuating‏‏‎ ‎dash‏‏‎ ‎would make out with girls just to potentially impress men. appalling

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Winter Wonderland

A/N: A continuation of The Nutcracker. I don’t know why my internal clock has skipped Halloween time hype and has gone straight to Christmas mania but it has. So expect a couple more Christmas smut’s after this one. I’m on a roll, ya’ll

Word Count: 7k… Damnnnn sorry guys. I got carried away.

Warnings: NSFW, Fingering, Oral sex(female receiving)Alcohol consumption. And until I earn to control my sailor like mouth, all of my stories will contain strong language.

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You we’re rushing to finish getting ready. You’d misjudged how long it was going to take setting the decorators on the right path and spent hours meticulously making sure that the garlands around the staircase we’re perfect, tweaking ice sculptures and making sure floral arrangements were up to par. This Christmas party would be one to remember, and you we’re going to make sure everything was perfect.

Aesthetically, at least.

So, after taking up so much of afternoon down in the “show room” with Pepper and the other organizers you’d all but sprinted up to you bedroom. On a race against the clock to make sure you didn’t show up to the party you’d worked so very hard on looking like a total mess. You’d managed to shower, shaving and moisturizing in record time. Then you’d pulled your undergarments up your body, wiggling into the shapewear, huffing as you slid it up over your thick thighs and tummy. It held you nicely, controlling your rolls and making your body appear to be smooth and coke bottle shaped. With large curlers in your hair, making you look both glamorous and ridiculous, you work furiously on your makeup. Blending warm shades into your eyelids, perfecting your skin with foundation. Putting on false lashes that touched your cheeks when you blinked. Bronzing. Highlighting. The whole nine yards.

You we’re known for your girly, overdone ways.

You never really did know how to be “casual”

You slide on your dress, the velvet material gliding against your skin deliciously and admire it in the mirror for a moment. The maroon number is a gorgeous piece of clothing. It’s long sleeved, wrap styled, and came down just below your knees so it gave that elegant vibe, but the high slit up the side revealed enough thigh to keep it fun and modern.

Your sliding on your heels when Bucky walks through the door of your(pretty much shared) bedroom, not bothering to knock. You almost have a heart attack, and demand he make his presence known instead of ninja-ing everywhere.

“Sorry, doll” Bucky chuckles half heartedly as he looks you up and down, his steely eyes take on a predatory glint the more they take in “Christ, baby, you look gorgeous”

He’s never seen you dressed up like this; you appeared like you easily could have just walked in from the 40’s with the way your soft curls are pinned loosely to the side of your head and your make up makes your eyes look even more cat-like then usual. It floors him, to be honest. He tries not to stand there with his mouth hanging open. Tries, and fails.

His praises make you smile, but you ignore him and go to your jewelry counter, scowering it for that one pair of gold chain earrings. You don’t have the time to indulge your insatiable boyfriend right now. He cant tear his eyes away, the way the red velvet material of the dress hugs your figure is something absolutely sinful, especially when you bend over in those strappy heels of yours and the fabric pulls taught across your plump ass.

“Ooof, Bucky!” You protest, as his strong hands, both flesh and vibranium, grip you by the hips, pulling you backwards towards his broad chest.

“Baby, I don’t have time! We were supposed to be downstairs ten minutes ago!” You squirm in his grasp, but he’s unyielding as he buries his nose in your hair and nearly salivates.

You we’re wearing that perfume he loved too. The one that made your skin smell like candy. Vanilla laced with little hints of honeysuckle.

“Fuck, Y/N, are you trying to kill me tonight? Is that your plan?” You can feel his hot breath on your ear and it makes you claw at his arm, your cherry red nails digging into his dark suit jacket as you attempted to escape.

“No, It’s actually not. I’m going to need you to show some restraint right now, James. I have to finish getting ready” You scold him, looking him straight in the eye in the reflection on the large, vanity mirror so that he could see you were completely serious. He smirks at your use of his God given name.

“I’m serious, Buck, stop looking at me like that”

“Like what” He gruffs, holding tight to your waist, not breaking eye contact with your reflection. He looks like he might tear your dress off right now, the mischievous determination in his eyes is unnerving. You knew naughty Bucky; the man who’d reach up your skirt in a crowd, who’d pin you against the nearest wall and whisper things to you that would make the devil himself blush. You had no time for this side of him, at least not right now.

You push on his arms until he lets you spin in them, lets you face him. You pull up your big girl panties, determined not to let him hypnotize you with that gaze of his. And you knew just the way to get him to back off.

“Like you want to ruin all my hard work. Puddin’, you know I’ve been so excited for this” Your eyes go big and doe like, your voice drops a couple notches but raises a couple octaves “Let’s go enjoy this party, kay?”

He sighs. You really do play dirty. Your cartoon like pout never fails- you know he cant deny you anything when you look at him like this. His forehead drops to yours in resignation and you grin triumphantly.

You win, again. As usual. The man really was wrapped all the way around your finger.

“If you’re a good boy tonight, maybe I’ll let you open one of your Christmas presents early” You whisper to him, your tone sultry and promising before you press a quick kiss to his nose and yank yourself out of his dazed arms.

“There they are” You grab the earrings you’d been looking for and slip them on, leaving your semi hard boyfriend frozen in his place.

“You’re an evil woman” He accuses, looking like a kicked puppy dog.

“You’re in love with me” you singsong in return, still rushing around the room in a flurry. Bucky shakes his head, he cant deny that one.

The party is stunning, and as you walk through the foyer, your fingers laced with Bucky’s you fill a swell of pride in your stomach.

The Avengers “First Annual Winter Wonderland” charity bash is everything you and Pepper had dreamed up and more. It was elegant, and classy but still looked homey- the atmosphere warm. Shades of gold and silvers decked out every surface, clashing beautifully with the crimson accents and large pine trees. Everything twinkled, the effect of “ice” and “snow” really shown through.

You looked over at Bucky, waggling your eyebrows, a proud look on your face.

“Wow, doll. You really out did yourself” He commends, chuckling at how pleased with yourself you look. “I guess I can forgive you for runnin’ me up the fucken’ walls for these past few weeks. Your party turned out nice enough”

The thunk of you swatting his shoulder comes after his smartalick comment, but your chuckle follows it.

“Are you already starting crap? Isn’t it a little early for you to be such a pain in the neck?” Steve comes up to the two of you, looking sharp in his button down. Sharon is right beside him, her hair falling in polished waves. You’ve never seen her not in her usual work attire- so the dress she has on makes you do a double take.

Well god damn, get it Steve.

“Ha-ha. You decidin’ to come down of your Cap'in issued high horse and join the rest of us commoners tonight?” Bucky retorts, amused at Steve’s language choice, clapping his hand to his best friend shoulder. You roll your eyes fondly at the two. This was constant. They we’re such children. Before turning your attention to Sharon and telling her that her dress was to die for.

Us girls have got to stick together, was your life mantra.

The party is far from small; there’s at least a hundred plus people and even though Bucky has come a long way from his reclusive Bulgaria days, it’s still a little much for him. He sticks to either yours or Steve’s side, mingling cordially with the crowds of people. He was an Avenger, it came with the territory, so he knew he had to. No matter how much he didn’t want to.

“Baby I’m going to go check on Tony and Pepper” You whisper to him as you untangle your hand. You had your own rounds to make, and you didn’t want to force him too far out of his comfort zone. “I’ll be right back”

Bucky nods, not really wanting you to leave him, but he’s a grown man who knows his girls got a job to do so he kisses you on he cheek and tells you to “handle your business”

How you love him.

Bucky’s eyes are glued to your backside as you walk away, never leaving the sway of your hips until you disappear into the crowd

He hates to see you leave, but damn, does he love to watch you go.

Steve notices his friends staring and shakes his head “Come on, bud. Let’s go make our rounds. People magazine is over there, the want to give you a quick interview about making their 2017 ‘Most Beautiful list’”

Funniest part is, Steve wasn’t kidding. Bucky groans, desperately wishing that he could get drunk. All of this would be so much easier if he wasn’t forced to go through it sober. Screw his super soldier enhanced abilities. He’d give up super strength in a minute in return for being able to drink a beer and actually feel the after effects.

“I need a drink” He grumbles, his face sour. Lips turned down as he fights the urge to cross his arms over his chest.

Bing.

The idea pops into Steve’s head and he truly thinks he’s a genius…well maybe not so much because it just occurred to him now…Still super smart though…

“Steve?” Sharon questions him, one of her thinly manicured eyebrows raised at the look on her dates face.

“Hey, Buck, Thor’s at this party, huh?”

Bucky turns to look at his friend, feeling confused as Sharon looks “Yeah, why?”

“Let’s go find him”

You’ve been trying to find away to politely exit the conversation you’ve been trapped in with the ambassadors of both Bahrain and Denmark, talking politics at a Christmas party really wasn’t how you’d planned on spending your night. Still, you force a smile and add witty comments every now and then as you sip on your second spiked egg-nog cocktail.

When you finally find your way back to your side of the party, where your friends and colleagues- who all happened to be the same people we’re your happily tipsy. Definitely not drunk. Not even close. But buzzing pleasantly.

“Well look who finally made a jail break” Natasha greets you as you approach and you fight the urge to flip her off. Mostly everyone’s gathered at a couple of the tables that have been pushed together. Laughter is ringing the loudest from this area of the room. Clint, Laura, Tony, Pepper and Rhodey sit on one side. Followed by Thor and Bruce, who have been extremely close since their little trip to Asgard, then Wanda, Vision, Steve, Sharon and Bucky. Nat’s sitting next to Maria and they’re shit talking the head of the CIA. Scott’s there too, face down on the table. Sam’s at the buffet table chatting up a pretty brunette.

“Yeah, with no help from you. You’re such a great friend, Romanoff” You snipe at her and she holds up her hands, her green eyes laughing before turning back to Hill.

“There’s my best girl!” Bucky’s voice is too loud, booming joyously and you shoot him a glance, before he grabs your wrist and yanks you down, unceremoniously rough, into his lap.

“Bucky!” You hiss at him, trying to straighten yourself a bit, your cheeks tinging red. No one at the table even blinked but you still felt a little weird sitting your fat ass on your boyfriend in public.

He has you spread over both of his thighs, too. Almost bridal style, his metal arm cradling your back. Cuddling you to him

“I missed you. You’ve been gone forever” The slur in his voice is noticeable “You said you’d be right back”

Why does he sound like that?

You grab him by his freshly shaven chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes for a moment.

Searching.

Your e/c eye’s scan his icy, unfocused ones and you almost gasp at what you find.

“Holy fuck, are you drunk?”

He sniggers at this, lazily, through his nose and nods.

“Your boyfriends sloshed” Tony comments from across the table, slurring his own words heavily.

What the hell had happened? You’d been gone for forty five minutes, tops, and you come back and everyone’s shitfaced? How had Bucky even gotten drunk? You two had been trying different ways to get him inebriated for months. Whole cases of beer. Vodka. That one time you’d tried to keep up with him as he threw back tequila shots and he’d ended up carrying you to your room because you’d completely blacked out…then it dons on to you and your head snaps in Thors’ direction.

He gives you a sheepish grin and holds out the flask of Asgardian hell to you.

“You didn’t” You look down at your boyfriend who just laughs again, before pressing his face into your neck.

“Would you care for a shot, Lady Y/N?” Thor offers “Most everyone else has. You’re the one who stresses the very importance of team bonding”

“No I would not care for a shot, thank you very much” you would never willingly ingest even a drop of that vile liquid ever again “Last time I drank that I woke up two days later on my bathroom floor”

As you take in the faces of your friends, you can clearly see that almost all of them have decided to be lush’s and partake in the idiocy.

“You too, Steve?” You groan, his face is flushed from the liquor and he keeps reaching over to whisper into Sharon’s ear.

“Hey, Bucky’s always been a very talented peer pressurer!” Steve defends himself, hiccupping in between the sentence and you just shake your head, laughing at the hilarity of it all.

Clint’s head is on Laura’s shoulder and he’s looking at her as though she’s Aphrodite in the flesh. Bruce and Thor have started to arm wrestle. Wanda looks dazed, when you ask her if she’s okay she breaks out into a fit of giggles. Scott doesn’t even look like he’s breathing.

And Bucky,

Well he’s nuzzling his head deeper and deeper into your chest, the prickle of his chin against your most sensitive skin makes you jump a little bit and you place a hand on his hair, trying to urge him away from you.

“Bucky”

“This dress is so soft. Holy shit, what is this even made out of?” He runs his face all along the front of the dress and you wonder if he knows just how extremely inappropriate it looks. He’s all but motor-boating you, at a party full of government officials. And SHIELD agents, Celebrities. Publicity…

“You’ve gotta stop, mister” you urge him, going to stand up.

Him and that stupid strong death grip of his.

“Uh, uh Y/N last time I let you go you we’re gone forever” Bucky whines in protest, holding on to you tight.

Huh, so this is what your boyfriend was like drunk? Needy. You couldn’t complain, if you were being totally honest you loved it when he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, but it just wasn’t the place for it.

“I’m going to go ten feet over to the buffet table and make you a plate of food so you can sober up a little bit, okay?” You reason.

“I’ll go with you”

“No, baby, just stay here. Look, you can literally see me. I’ll be right back” You laugh as you detach yourself from the overgrown man child and click over to the table, intending on loading him up a carb, bread filled plate.

You we’re happy he was enjoying himself, but you knew how gnarly the effects of that drink could be and you wanted to makesure you didn’t end up with a blacked out Bucky at the end of the night.

When you look over and see him taking yet another shot from the Asgardian flask you close your eyes and breathe through your nose. Yup. This night, was going to be a long one.

You pop one of the mini quiches into your mouth, as you finish loading Bucks plate up with every thing you knew he’d like- making sure to stay away from anything that looks particularly spicy.

“Here you go” you set the plate and water infront of him and he looks up at you with a dopey smile.

“Give me some sweetness, sugar” he puckers his lips up at you, his hands reaching for your waist “your too good to me”

You manage to evade being pulled back into his lap, opting instead for the seat beside him. He pouts but slings his arm across the back of your chair as he makes a dent in his plate.

You know this game, have danced this dance before. You’d been around this group while they were drunk countless times before. Tony got- well more Tony-er. Annoying arrogant and Rhodey was telling glory stories that you’d heard a thousand times, but you still listened intently because you know how his feelings got hurt when people ignored them.

Little brawler from Brooklyn Steve had come out to play and he was getting real invested in those arm wrestling matches. Him and Bucky had gone at it for a good fifteen minutes, both super soldiers amped up and evenly matched. You happen to know Buck let Steve win, you see it when it happens and you squeeze his hand in praise under the table for him being a good friend. Peter comes over, claiming “I get winner!” And pins Steves arm in five seconds flat. Highlight of the night is Steves face after that to be honest.

Natasha is making a rotation, flirting with everyone at the table, her energy amped up to a thousand.

“Stop staring at me, Nat!” You laugh as you feel her eyes burn holes into the side your your face. She’d been extremely touchy, as usual and you couldn’t wait to tease her about it in the morning.

She had a tendancy to get very lesbihonest with you when she drank.

“You really do have a goregous profile, you know that, Y/N” her voice is filled with admiration as she reaches over to smooth a flyaway strand hair away from your face. You didn’t even flinch from her touch, she was one of your closest friends and you were used to her drunken flirting with everything that walks.

“That’s what I’ve been telling her!” Bucky interrupted before you could reply, his voice filled with a ridiculous amount of pride “Could be a poster girl if she wanted to. My baby dolls such a dime piece”

You roll your eyes at the both of them.

“You guys are drunkkkk” you stress the end of the sentance with a laugh.

“No, Y/N. You really are so pretty” your surprised to hear that come from Laura “And the kids absolutely adore you. They can’t stop talking about you! Lila said she wanted us to adopt you so that you could come live on the farm”

You place a hand on your heart and your face scrunched up with the flood of love you have for those Barton kids. You wished they were down here instead of upstairs with the sitter.

“My heart” you accuse “I love those children”

You turn to Bucky then “I’m going to leave you to go live on the farm with my new adoptive parents, okay?” You tease him and he gives you a dangerous little smirk in response.

“Doll, if you think your ever going anywhere without me, your nuts” he informs you, simply. As though it was a fact, not a statement. Anyone else would have just thought it was a joke, but you could hear the undertone of it. See that possessive gleam in his eyes. The one that makes you all hot and fluttery every time.

You adjust in your seat, your thighs clamping together as you do. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Bucky and he reaches over. Looking like he’s just kissing your hair. Innocently enough.

But his breath is in your ear, close and quiet enough so that only you can hear “You gushin in your panties for me, yet?”

You pull your head away, reaching for your glass and taking a sip of the cocktail. You’d been forced to deal with him and his insanely dirty mouth before, you knew how to handle it. Even if it did have your insides twisting in anticipation, you could keep a cool demeanor.

“Nope” you pop the 'p’ as you rebuff him. That makes him grin, his chin dropping to your shoulder.

“Liar” he challenges knowingly. He knows you, knows your body. Knows the pretty pair of panties you have on are probably dampening, even though you swear your a good girl, even though you try to deny it. He can only laugh at the death glare you shoot him, patting your thigh with his huge palm before he straightens back up.

Uh oh. You think. Drunk Bucky is a dangerous Bucky.

It goes on like that for the duration of the night, the drunk Avengers are definitely an interesting sight to behold and you have a feeling there’s going to be a couple of articles about this in upcoming magazines. But nothing too major or scandalous happens. No, it’s a genuinely good time, just like you had hoped it would be.

You’ve never seen Bucky so…carefree at such a big social event. He’s laughing boisterously and cracking jokes with everyone. His New York accent is thick and prominent and his smile is extremely dimpled.

And…he’s more handsy then you ever could of imagined. You literally can’t fight him. Every time you stop him, he’s somewhere else. His prosthetic fingers trailing up your thigh, under your dress. His flesh ones toying with the neckline of it, skin touching skin as he pushes his boundaries. And he does it casually, keeping up his animated drunk conversations.

The thing about that Asgardian liquor is it creeps up on you, you remember. One minute your feeling fine and warm and chatty. The next? Your literally two seconds from throwing up, the room spinning as you re-evaluate your life choices.

Bucky leans heavily into you, shifting so that you can cradle his head on the table and you know it’s starting to catch up with him.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m good-” he yawns largely and loudly “I’m just startin’ to get a little tired, that’s all”

“The room starting to spin?” You ask him as you stroke his hair. He’s practically purring. Your big fluffy kitten in your lap. He was never like this in public, this sort of exchange was usually saved for the privacy of your room.

“Mmm, Is’ not so bad, I’ve been drunker. I was in the army, remember, shug?”

You love his accent the way it is when he’s drunk. All raspy and smooth. It’s music to your ears and you wished he’d talk like this more often.

“I love you” you surprize him as you press a kiss to his temple.

“I love you too”

“You guys are sickening” Tony grimaces “no seriously, like teeth rottingly, stomachaching sickening”

You just roll your eyes and continue stroking Bucky’s hair.

Pepper swats his arm “Don’t be rude, if anything you should be taking notes, Anthony Stark”

“Yeah, take notes, motherfucker” you taunt and Bucky barks in laughter.

“Y/N” even in Steves near incoherent state he can still manage to use his Captian tone “You really do have one of the worst mouths I’ve ever heard. And I grew up in Brooklyn, so that’s sayin’ something”

“Leave my girl alone” Bucky gallantly defends you…except for its a jumbled mutter because his face is pressed deep into your arm.

You detirmine it’s time to call it a night when the floods of people have left and it’s only the intimate group of those who inhabited this tower left.

Bucky hadn’t raised his head in ages and you were sure he was asleep. You weren’t far behind him, the long day you’d had finally taking its toll.

“Whose down for pictionary?” Tony proposes and when everyone agrees you know to make your exit. Last time there was a game of drunk pictionary it had almost ended in a three way brawl between Steve, Thor and Maria.

“I think we’re going to start heading out” you know your going to get shit for it but you don’t care. You want relief from your pinching heels, out of the restricting spanx.

“Come on Y/N. I know your man’s a hundred but you aren’t” Sam jests, nursing a beer and a bruised ego. That leggy brunette had opted not to stay the night- and held spent all night chasing her.

“Screw off Sam” Bucky, who apparently wasn’t knocked out spits at Sam and you chuckle before starting to move to get up, pulling him with you.

“We’re going to ride up with you, Nathaniel gets fussy throughout the night” Clint and Laura stand too.

After dealing with a barraging of “you sucks” and “come on you guys” you and Bucky begin the journey to your room. His arms are wrapped around you from behind and he leans down, chin on your head, causing the two of you to do this weird little penguin shuffle.

“Bucky I can barley walk!” You laugh at him “Your too heavy for this kind of shit!”

“Hey, you said you loved my body!” he feigns hurt and Clint snorts so hard it echoes in the small elevator.

The ride to the floor Clint and Laura are on is pleasant. You chat with the older couple idly. About the kids and the impending Christmas Eve. The ding signals that you’ve reached their floor.

You and Laura kiss cheeks and Clint claps both yours and Bucky’s shoulders as they exit.

“Use protection, kids aren’t as much fun as they seem!” Clint advises, the resonating smack Laura gives his head is the last thing you hear before the doors close again.

Everybody’s significant other’ getting slapped up tonight.

You peek at Bucky who’s sniggering to himself. He really was a giggly, happy drunk.

“Little does he know we haven’t used protection like ever” you roll your eyes. You and Bucky had never used condoms, you’d hurried to get on the pill after you two had become sexually active. Neither of you the biggest latex fans

“Mmm thank god. You know I hate rubbers” he kisses the shell of your ear. He’s bold tonight, all of his inhibitions gone away with his sobriety and you squeek when his hands plane down your body fast to grab the boson of your dress and roughly yank it up.

“Bucky” you gasp as his flesh fingers trail over your teddy covered stomach, quickly descending downwards between your legs. He’d never been so forward- so reckless.

“Fuck” he hisses as his fingers find your sweet spot, he can feel the saturation that’s collected in the outside or the lace “I knew it”

You know there’s no use in pushing him away so you cling to his metal arm what’s slung around your middle, holding you up as his fingers being to furiously work at you. Usually there’s a slow build up, he’ll go slow. Take his time. Tease you, but tonight there’s none of that. He forces you to spread your legs and lean back into his chest and as he slips his hand inder the lace. The tight material and your thighs hug his knuckles as he rubs your clit at a furious pace.

The sounds you make resemble choking as he roughly, but nimbly maneuvers you little ball of nerves.

“Feel good?” He puffs in your ear and you just nod. Fuck yeah, it feels good. There’s no warning when he slams his fingers in you, two at once. Your walls stretch around the digets and you let out a small scream. He doesn’t even give you the time to adjust, he just starts pumping them at a pace that matched the way he’d been with your clit. Unforgiving. Your thighs begin to shake and your knees go weak as you claw at his bicep, your head lolling from side to side againts his sharp collar bone. Your already so close, the speed at which he impales you with his fingers makes your brain foggy and your eyes are almost crossing.

The elevator dings- you’ve reached your floor and his hand slips back out of your underwear. You spin in his arms and lean up, crashing your mouth to his, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders trying frantically to pull him closer. He just reaches down, grabbing at the back of your thighs and lifts you, you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist.

Before Bucky- this wasn’t a scenario you could have ever even imagined happening. A man, picking you up with no trouble and carrying you to your bed? No, not with your derrière. But with Bucky’s enhanced strength he’d reassured your nervous mind on many occasions that he could and would continue to carry you.

He even holds you up with one arm, the vibranium one, as he types the code into the keypad. Your not making it easy for him, with the way your kissing all over his face, all teeth and tongue. You nip at jaw, biting the taught, sharp flesh and bone like you were always dying to before salving it with your tongue.

It’s all fun and lust fueled games until Bucky stumbles drunkenly and almost sends you both tumbling to the ground. Somehow me manages to catch himself, your back thudding againts the wall as he uses it to resteady himself.

There’s a terse, silent moment before you both look at eachother and the small, guilty giggle he releases makes you bust into a fit of laughter.

“Oh my gosh, you are so wasted” you shake your head at him, starting to shimmy out of his arms. He was too drunk, you concur in that moment. Too drunk to continue, even if he had worked you up.

“Y/N” he whinely protests as you command he let you down.

“Nope, you’re so drunk I highly doubt you could even keep it up-” you start as your heels hit the ground and you pull away from his embrace.

“Is that a challenge?” The glint in Bucky’s eyes is sharp and playful.

“Listen I’m going to go get changed for bed, you should too” you give him a melodramatic pat on his shoulder before your walking away from him and into your large shared closet. Bucky collapses heavily into your bed, grumbling about “evil woman. Beautiful fuckinf evil woman”

There truly is nothing better then putting on a pair of pajamas after being constricted for som many hours. Taking off your makeup is almost orgasmic, you groan delightfully as you pull off the false lashes.

The freedom.

When you renter the bedroom Bucky’s still in a heap on the end of your bed, but he’s managed to kick off his shoes and dress pants. So that he’s still completely clothed from the waist up, blazer and everything. It’s honestly the most ridiculously cute thing you’ve ever seen.

You manage to grab your phone and snap a stealthy picture, vowing to yourself that it’s definitely your new screen saver.

You crawl into the large bed, planing your hand gently over his cheek. He looks pretty conked out and you know that there’s no way your going to be able to maneuver the bear of a man.

“Bucky?”

His eyes shift under his eyelids “Hmm, doll-face?”

“You good down here or you want to finish getting changed and come up here with me?”

You make your way up the bed and slink under the layers of blankets, waiting for Bucky to make his move.

He’s sedentary for a moment but then shifts upwards and manages to literally rip off the rest of his clothes, leaving him in only his black boxer briefs. He sways for a moment before walking on his knees and then collapsing on top of the blankets, on top of you.

“Unf” he knocks the breath out of you “Come on, Buck”

He just nuzzles his nose into the side of your face, breathing you in deeply. “You smell good enough to eat”

“Bucky” your tones warning,

“Is that what I should do? Eat you? Will you let me?” He starts pecking down your face, chin, neck.

“Bu-ucky” your voice wavers as his kisses descend. “At least get into the covers with me. Please” you pull the blankets open and he gives you a goofy grin before climbing into the cozy warmth next to you. You expect him to nuzzle into your side like he normally does but he quickly disappears out of sight under the thick duvet.

It’s all open mouthed kisses from there, he’s sucking savagely on every inch of skin he can reach, leaving hot wet trails in his wake. His fingers greedily slide along your thighs, grabbing and digging into the supple flesh. He’s being so rough, so careless. It makes your head spin a little.

“Babe” you try to center him, your fingers winding into his hair and pulling it from the little knot it’d been tamed into for the night. He doesn’t respond, his mouth is too occupied.

He nips roughly at your stomach, his teeth sinking into the flesh and you gasp in shock.

“I love your tummy. I can’t wait til’ it’s filled with my babies one day. Isn’t that what you want, for me to fill you up?”

Oh shit, he’s never talked about things like this with you before. Sure, you’d both mention kids briefly but never anything this deep. You don’t know what to say, your words get caught in your throat.

Your brain is swimming with thoughts of little Bucky’s running around when his hands go to your knees and wrench then open. As far as your pelvis will allow them to stretch. It’s a little painful, the muscles scream in protest and you try to close your legs but he doesn’t let you.

“Buck-”

“I fucking love the smell of your pussy” he interrupts you as he presses his face into your your pajama shorts covered core, nose first. You shiver at the contact. “I love the way the room smells after I fuck you. You remember how I came into your office the other day and fingered you?”

You nod, but then remember he can’t see you cause he’s buried under the covers and croak out a “yeah”

“I couldn’t stop smelling my fingers all day. Even after I sucked you off of them, I could still smell you all day long” your stomach tightens at his drunken words, at the image of him descretly bringing his fingers to his nose through out that day. Your too busy day dreaming, when he licks a fat wet stripe up the inseam of your shorts

Your eyes shut tightly and you bite your bottom lip.

He does you dirty, licking you from outside your shorts til the material is sopping wet from both his saliva and your juices. All you want is his mouth on your clit and he won’t give it you you.

“Bucky please”

“Please what, pretty girl? Please fuck you with my tongue?” You huff, frustrated and give the roots of his hair a quick, firm tug.

“Don’t be mean to me!”

He chuckles directly into your core and the vibrations shoot electricity through your thighs

“You’re such a brat” he chastises adoringly before he tugs your shirts off your legs, roughly, moving your body around at his will like a sack of potatoes. You’re about to tell him off for it when he connects his mouth to you, his lips sucking your labia. Hard.

You sigh and throw your head back into the pillows.

Drunk Bucky is a pussy eating champ. He literally devours you, with a vigor you’d never experienced from him before. He’s burying his face in you, and you know the whole lower half of it has to be drenched. He uses a lot more teeth too, and you literally think he’s trying to eat you. It’s such an intensely odd sight- or lack there of. He’s still buried burried under the duvet, which shakes and rises with his movements.

“Baby” you squeal, your chest rising and falling with labored pants as his face moves quickly from side to side, the squelching wet sound it makes is driving you insane. Your fingers are threaded in his hair holding tight, but letting him have the reigns.

The sounds your making, the desperate little cries urge him on and he uses one hand to whip the blanket off of him, hating the depression it brings. Needing to see what he was doing you you. He gazes up as he noses your clit. Past the curve of your stomach to your pillow like breasts that are straining through the thin camisole you have on to your face. Your eyes are screwed shut and your mouth is agape, your lips stretched as you make sounds that sound almost ceremonial.

“Look at me” it’s half way between a command and a plea and your eyes crack open into dazed slits as you rivet down to him.

Now there’s a sight. James Buchanan Barnes head is cradled between your large thighs, his bright eyes are staring up at you as his tongue laps at your clit.

You sob. Literally and one of your hands go to pinch at your over sensitive nipples as the other goes to stroke his wild dark locks tenderly.

It’s a surreal moment, with the pleasure that he’s overwhelming you with and the way it seems to stop time-

“Oh fuck” you whine as it all becomes too much and your stomach knots painfully, every muscle in your body seems to strain and you buck wildly into his mouth, to which he responds by wrapping his arms around your thighs. Attempting to hold you steady.

When you cum, you swear you think you black out. Your ears blow and your eyes go blurry and unfocused-fuck even your pussy goes numb for a second; even though you can feel the movement of his head between your legs as he continues to eat away, it feels hollow.

“I fucking love you, I love you so much” Bucky mumbles inside of you. Your thick thighs clamp vice like around his head and he allows it, loving the way you drown out the rest of the world for him.

When you come back down, when your body regains sensation your instantly pushing him away, your hips retreating desperately as you try to get away from his lashing tongue and it’s assault to your overstimulated clit.

“James please” you cry, pulling his hair “Bucky, stop, it hurts”

That gets him, and even though he’s dying to keep going he pulls his mouth away. Giving each of your quivering inner thighs a sloppy kiss before he climbs off of you.

You still look a little hazy and blessed out, even as your chest starts to settle and your heart beat stops skipping. That was the the BEST head you had ever received, and Bucky had gone down on you dozens of time before.

“You okay, YN?” He questions as he trails a finger deli story down your hairline because you still haven’t spoken and your mouth is still hanging open. His inherited brain jumps from worst case scenario to the next. Shit, he had really hurt you. He’d lost control between your legs- “Baby look at me, I’m sorry. I didn’t-”

The panicked laced voice he gives you makes your eyes snap to his “Hey, no, I’m okay. I’m better then okay, Bucky, Jesus Christ- that was amazing”

You coo as you roll closer to him, rubbing his arm in reassurance. Bucky looks- fuck he looks like a dream. Which his swollen mouth and his hair that’s sticking up in all directions from your hands. His chin gleams with your juices, and it makes your mouth salivate.

You press your lips againts his, you can feel him smile into the kiss as you lick at his lips that are coated with your flavor.

“Mmm, remind me to let you drink with Thor more often” you separate from him and rest your head on his broad chest.

It’s serene for a moment, you reveling in the shocks of post orgasmic afterglow and him-spinning, the Asgardian mead messing with his senses before he shoves you off of him and rushes to the bathroom.

“Bucky?!”

The sounds of vicious retching fills your ears as he vomits and you shake your head, sliding on your shorts and going to hold your super soldier boyfriends hair.

You grin even though you know you shouldn’t, he’s going to have one hell of a hangover.

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Welp- it is 100 PERCENT CANNON in my head that Bucky loves eating pussy and drunk Bucky? He’s a whole other breed. I’m going to be writing a few more of these Christmas smuts over the next couple of months so keep an eye out for them! Leave me some feedback! And reblog so all the other freaky, Christmas lovers can feel the cheer!

[misterbitches]

Im not intelligent at all. In the conventional sense. The ramblings of a girl who just has sooo much going in in her head it's constant. But im not a genius. Or that confusing.

It just sounds like I am bc fandoms have this issue where they can JUSTSO point out the issues in soletiing. They can pick and prod and go oh problematic! But then you go to name the problems and the difficulties within society like for ex: the idea of representation in general. Salivating over it. How fucking sad that is. How we are trained to accept it. So in a BL and also RACE in the bl genre they exploit viewers naivete both domestically and internationally. Ive seen tons of people liken being asian to being a person of color. However, in their predominantly homogenous society (or intentionally publically homogenous society), they are not "poc" (also name the of color; i dont use bipoc idc if u do but it's called being asian guys cos yall aint talkin about black ppl lmao)

They as humans seeing other humans who look like them everywhere, engage with the world differently than an american in asia or asians living outside of their home country (like bae doo nanwhen she worksnin the US is not the same as the bae doo nanworking on a korean program) I dont complain about it in everything i see bc ppl say it ALL THE TIME. but it is NOT the same. Being a person of color is very distinctly an american concept. This is all stuff people will get to know on their own if they choose to dig more.

I do my best to underline what my ugly little eyes process. How i figure things out as a black female american artist too! Im hard on shit cos i should be. I take it seriously. And even if i dont take it seriously bc THEY dont then thats their problem.

I know this is a complaint that I am not alone in. I know it's the internet. I just don't get how people can write really heavy analysis but they refuse to actually probe the underlying issues. Not everyone is me, or like my friends, but if there's way fewer people talking about this stuff it seems absolutely glaring when theres few people engaging in the way i do. It seems like im the glitch but I am thinking just as much just differently.

I really loved where your eyes linger but there was little deep class analysis. I remember few convos a bout it. I know a lot about korea (sigh being a black ex kpop fan lol mess) and i love the history but all ofnit matters! Korea's relation to labor!

People bringing up thai actors snd actresses leaving the industry and doing acting as something quick. As an artist~ who went to film school with insanely wealthy ppl and isnin tons of debt you have to understand how shitty that is. People have monetary access and they just fucking do whatever just because they want to. Meanwhile you have young people being coerced into this bullshit mainstream life to LITERALY just make money bc they dont come from a rich background. The wealth gap in thailand is BAD, theres a dictatorship, they had a fucking coup. The governments like here do not respect their people. Their marginalized groups. Trans thai women, black thai ppl, poor thai ppl. And it LITERALLY CANNOT DO ANYTHING EFFECTIVELY IN CAPITALISM. No nothing can be perfect but if it's going into our eyeballs and we can view the worlld critically then why the fuck not!???

I dont say the things i see are wrong always. I reply when i think i need to. I try and engage with others but not to kuch avail. I just want to rb stuff and tdhink lajfhhdjwhjej.

But like yea theres a lot of just wrong or misguided stuff. A lot of the times it is just historical inaccuracy in framing or idk. A refusal to think outside the box. I dont care. Theres more to life than just sort of looking and not thinking especially for othrr artists.

Idk im sorry. I dont see how i can change how i view things. I really wish people would expand their palettes too and go deeper into other means of art from places! Things not in the mainstream! Theres a lot of good thai artists and a lot of them critical as fuck about their country as they should be. Authority, austerity, patriarchy, capital, racism etc like that is central to a power thats interested in growing gains and fiscal and social power. Theres rly radical or left leaning etc ppl out there in the world and these countries in these communities. So they exist. No people in these countries dont have NO clue whats going on. Cultural relativism is alsos something people should understand. I had a good talk with ppl on here a while ago about that. Talking about shit, critiquing, but being respectful to a group. Part of thay is realizing these groups CLEARLY know their own issues and all our cultures share the same goal. Guess what it is. It rhymes with acquiring wealth. Money means you hurt people. In the post, we talked about use of "wife" and "husband" which is a stupid joke that has been "explained" a billion times and yet the explanations still dont seem to answer or justify a minor problem (it's very funny to me that a language that doesnt have gendered pronouns is now very specific about two men. Hmmm wonder why. It is annoying.)

So im not the only person on the planet doing this. Or the few ppl ive seen that do. Im not new my thoughts arent new. Ive gotten to see another side to a culture i knew not much about and that means i can put the context of my beliefs and life and try and understand thheirs. For ex i learned from ITSAY because of a sign that said 'french food' that they were the only country to not be colonized back then. Do you know how integral that history is to their region? That was an interesting detail (i didnt finish itsay bc ihad a lot going on and i was rly upset that i would see hownrich they are and i hate that.)

Anyways thats my complaint. It used to feel like a sting of rejection. I left online for months in 2019, i started organizing more, joined a union, trying to do some panther work shit like that. I learned a lot in those months and it changed my life! But when I came back, I felt so isolated. It wasnt my true friends tho sometimes theyre ANNOYINGGGGG (love u) but it was me being like "if we are going to complain guys then lets put our money where our mouth is" lets be fucking serious about it then. No say it with your chest dude. It isnt difficult. Go with the fucking flow, talk about it, critique it, think. You can still fucking like itnor love it.

I am BLACK ok and i love rap. I am a black woman. I will continue to clown black men that cant seem to not clown themselves and listen. No i wont support monetarily: drake is a creep and i hate him but i bump that niggas song. Thats fucking LIFE. I got so sick of hiding myself and it became clear that it wasnt that i wasntthinking well or hard enough. They just didnt like that i said we need to commit class suicide and inspect out middle class sensibilities and middle class wealth hoarding (google it) if thats what we engaged with. Every part of you, antagonize it. I still have my privileges; class, skin color, even my father being a nigerian immigrant, me being cis, im not str8 but not a lesbian and those are differences.

Insecurities in general but some shallow thoughts (?) on discussion in "fandom" space. FYI, this will most likely stay the same. I tend to stay in my own bubble socially IE me and my friends are similar in our views. During this awful year while running my union's account, im surrounded by like minds. Me and my friends? We changed together. We grew up and saw what we didnt like and what we want. We do our best.And i CHOOSE my life to be that way bc it should be. There is no solution. I dont believe in solutions because the solution is to abolish capital or just divest. Abolishing capital and labor are a huge one and i will die before that happens (but so help me as long as im alive? Black women to FREEDOMMMM is my motto!) so making your own path in life is the best thing an artist can do IN MY OPINION.

However with technology and stuff this puts another layer onto things. Tech, social media, this shit....it THRIIIIIIIVESSSSSSS off of conflict and shallow readings of the world. We are literally primed for it. Engagement in bites. Impossible for me with my brain; i got used to it and i paid for it by limiting my scope. Not being encouraged to THINK AND READ before just speaking

(For ex i am in iww, i helped form a branch here. It is a radical union. Unionism is imprative to me-if ur interested u should read up on some. Look up peter cole! Google inthesetimes Ilwu. Gives you some understanding. Ive always been progressive and now i am....very left idk ic ant label myself. But even in my progrssiveness i had the gall to tell my white friend, whoa has her privileges but i had mine with our class disparity, that we dont need unions, i have WORKED retail. Ive done barista work for sonoing and i do gig work. So i wasnt out of touch. I had been stiffed even with a shoot i was working on by rich kids. So i had a frame of reference . But i didnt know what the FUCKa union was and why it is imperative. Then learning about anarcho syndicalism and all these other things. It changed my fucking life but two years earlier i was this idiot spouting shit like that making one of my best friends fucking upset. We DO AND CAN CHANGE. Think!!!!)

So were i a creator for tv id just constantly try and push the buttons if i need big money. Make them sell into me (thank you sonic youth!) theres Endless possibilities guys which means theres SO MUCH TK EXPLORE!!!! When i wanna have fun with it i just have fun. When i want to think i do. I dont understand why we are so dedicated to upholding things and doing mental gymnastics to end up in a space you dont need mental gymnastics for. What about these critiques makes you uncomfortable? Saying we're all part of the problem as spectators? Im sorry but we will always be. Thats LIFE. God fuck. Fuck me. I feel so fucking worthless and stupid sometimes. I know I am not. I know i am talented and intelligent. I know my friends and family. I know how to approach ppl. I know how to tell people if they are rich but want to be progressive whatsup. I choose how i live part of that is being ok to say what i want.

Ironically consrrvatives say this shit alot. But they arent ever alone bc their ideology is default. But yea it does feel shitty. It even feels shitty when ur in left circles but people STILL dont even wanna do that. These perspectives really arent ss many as they should be. I dont want to feel so alone with it. I know there are more. I just love art and the world so fucking much, endless possibility. Endless pain but endless good.