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Masterlist 

The Flip Side (on hiatus)

Part: 1,  2,  3,  4,  5,  6,  7, 8,  9, 10, 11,  12

Ao3

Silver Springs

Part: 1,  2 ,  3,  4,  5,  6,  7,  8,  9, 10, 11, 12 (completed)

Ao3 

Growing Pains (post mob-life fic -- in progress)

Part: 1,  2,   3,   4

Ao3

Silver Spring AU Drabbles

Ao3

Little Nat Adventures :)

Rescue ~ Adopting Boone 

Rivals ~ Y/n meets another mobster

Couched ~ Wanda gets in trouble

Recon ~ Wanda and y/n meet 

Sushi ~ First date

Burn out ~ Wanda gets sick

Faux pas ~ Pietro gets drunk

Midnight ~ Wanda visits after being away for work 

Surprise ~ Wanda gives Y/n a gift

Graduation ~ Wanda crashes a graduation party. (18+)

Decoy ~ Y/n and Wanda get a new addition to the family 

Bickering ~ Grocery shopping 

Nine lives ~ Fletcher visits the vet 

Don’t Blame Me ~ Y/n witnesses Wanda’s drug deal. (18+)

Sunrise ~ Proposal 

Crisis ~ Finding out we’re pregnant

Caught ~ Wanda gets in trouble…again

Dreams ~ Y/n deals with old demons 

Training ~Y/n and Wanda spar

K.O. ~ Y/n and Wanda spar part 2. (18+)

Trials ~ Navigating pregnancy and parenthood 

Not As Expected ~ Wanda has her baby

Role Reversal ~ Y/n, the mob boss

Intruder ~ Coming home to an unpleasant surprise 

Field work ~ Boone helps Wanda at work

Broke ~ Y/n is introduced to the darker side of Wanda’s job

Ambush ~ Y/n and Wanda have the odds stacked against them

Wrath ~ Wanda comes to Y/n’s rescue 

It ~ Movie night with Wanda

Birthday ~ Y/n celebrates a birthday

Minefield ~ Y/n meets Bucky

Aberration ~ Y/n meets Nat

Nerves ~ Y/n and Wanda get married 

Reunion ~ Y/n and Wanda go to a high school reunion

Reunion pt. 2 ~ Y/n sets things right with Wanda

Repair ~ Y/n fixes the dishwasher and Wanda is very grateful. (18+)

Ennui ~ Wanda comes out to her brother 

A Night Out ~ Y/n meets Pietro 

First Time ~ Y/n gets a tracker 

First Time pt. 2 ~ Y/n and Wanda begin to recover 

Troublemaker ~ The dogs’ babysitting skills are put to the test 

Anonymous ~ Pietro receives a disturbing letter 

Night In ~ Y/n is left in charge

Girls Trip ~ Y/n takes a trip to the beach with some friends

Serendipity ~ Y/n meets Wanda’s high school crush

Serendipity pt. 2 ~ Aftermath of Wanda’s reunion. 

Reminiscing ~ Wanda’s midnight musings 

Preparations ~ Y/n and Wanda get ready for their baby 

Infidelity ~ Wand realizes her wife is hiding something.

I Did Something Bad ~ Wanda carries out a hit

Abduction ~ An outing with Boone goes wrong  

Struggles ~ Real world attention problems

Traffic ~ Y/n and Wanda travel abroad

Mama ~ Just another weekly dinner with the fam

Cross The Line ~ Wanda takes her wife to a club

Anniversary ~ Y/n spends a special day with Wanda

Honeymoon ~ How Y/n and Wanda spend the last night of their honeymoon (18+)

Better Than Cake ~ Y/n and Wanda celebrate a birthday (18+)

Out of Commission ~ Wanda breaks her wrist 

Kinks ~ Pietro brings his sister a gift

Road Kill ~ Y/n learns something new about Wanda

Stealth ~ Y/n has a lapse in judgement

If Anyone Falls ~ Y/n and Wanda’s first time together ❤️ (18+)

Appreciation ~ A break from taking care of new baby Natalya

2, 4, 6, 8... ~ Pietro misunderstands his sister-in-law’s intentions 

Separation ~ Wanda makes a horrible mistake while arguing with her wife

Separation pt. 2 ~ Continuation of part 1  

Competition ~ Wanda catches her wife with another woman

Late Night ~ Wanda catches onto her wife’s sleepless nights

Coming home ~ Fletcher’s adoption

Feud ~ Wanda betrays her wife

Playdate ~ Boone and Fanny hang out at the compound

A Day in the Life ~ Y/n and Wanda go out

Nightmares ~ Wanda wakes up to an unpleasant surprise 

Cocaine Bear ~ Movie night

Wild ~ Y/n gets an unpleasant surprise 

Blackout ~ Y/n's first experience with expensive tequila

Phoenix ~ Lazy Sunday musings 

HBC ~ Y/n and Wanda take Boone to the farmer’s market

Brawl ~ Y/n trains with a recruit

Graze ~ Y/n finds herself in a shootout without Wanda

Decompress ~ Wanda helps her girlfriend relax after a hard day at work. 

Sick Leave ~ Y/n is forced to take some time off of work

Rainbow Bridge ~ Dog-centric drabble 

Trade off ~ Y/n saves Wanda’s life 

Breach ~ Natalya first break-in

Triage ~ Aftermath of Breach 

Stunts ~ Wanda makes a mistake 

Limbo ~ Important relationships landmarks 

Storms ~ Disruptive late night thunderstorms 

Karma ~ Family getaway

Negotiations~ Y/n sneaks out one night 

House call ~ Y/n receives an unconventional offer

Mile High Club ~ Y/n and Wanda fly to Europe

Better Help ~ Y/n goes to therapy 

Pretty Girls ~ Heart eyes 

Staying In ~ A Lazy Sunday

The Sticks ~ Wanda needs a favor 

Something old, something new ~ New adventures 

Insomnia ~ Sleepless nights

Alternate endings

Too late ~ Y/n dies

Laid to rest ~ Y/n dies part 2  

Complications ~ Wanda dies 

Headcanons: (where I will ramble about my favorite alternate universe)

Silver Springs AU

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[marvelgirl7]

For Old Fashioned DD, with your choice of character:

"Why would you want them to help you? I can do all of this in no time, you just relax and let me take care of you."

Ohh I love this!!

Warnings: None just cute and fluff and Bucky being too adorable for words.

Parings: Bucky X You

You wince as you head down to the med bay to have someone look at your ankle it was killing you and you needed to get it looked at it.

“Doll! Wait... Don’t go the doctors in those white lab coats come with me I’ll take care of you.” You snort sure what medical degree did Bucky did have.

“Buck I’ll be fine you can wait outside I just need to see my ankle looked at.” Bucky shakes his head arms crossed he was nervous he still wasn’t 100 percent okay with doctors and the thought of them in their white coats poking and touching you.

“Why would you want them to help you? I can do all of this in no time, you just relax and let me take care of you.” Before you can protest Bucky scoops you gracefully up and rushes you to your shared room. He lays you down as he rolls your pant leg up he frowns at the swelling of your ankle.

“I know just the trick my mom’s special remedy.” Bucky winks as he rushes off to get it prepared.

You smile at your dorky caring boyfriend you’d let him be your nurse today but if your ankle wasn’t healed by tomorrow then you would see the doctors no matter what Bucky said.

[jobean12-blog]

I Want It That Way!

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 729

Summary: You take some balloons home after one of Tony’s parties and you get a great idea on how to use them other than for decoration. 

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ continuation of drunk drabbles and the super fun prompt below sent in by my lovely love @bugsbucky​ I had fun with this and totally went back to the 90s with music haha yay! Hope you like it! Thank you all for reading! Love you always ❤❤❤

Warnings: Super funny fun fluff, Bucky in bowtie @sallycanwait68​ I couldn’t resist it! kisses, singing 90′s music, yay! :) 

You stepped off the elevator, a giant bouquet of balloons squeezing through the doors and trailing behind you. “Bucky? Babe?” You spin around, searching for him amidst the sea of colorful inflatables. Suddenly the sea parts as Bucky knocks the balloons to the side, clearing a path as he walks toward you. “Why did you insist on bringing these up from the party? If you wanted balloons, I could have gotten you a million!”

Even through his complaints Bucky can’t help but smile, your face lit up in the colors reflecting off the balloons. “You look like a rainbow,” he laughs, circling his arms around your waist. You grab the sides of his undone bowtie and pull him down to your lips, “thanks.” “I just love them. The colors are so pretty, and I thought they would look cool floating on our ceiling.”

He deepens the kiss, freeing the balloons from your hands. They thud against the ceiling, the ribbons tickling your arms as they dangle from above. “Bucky,” you moan into his mouth while his hands wander to the zipper at the back of your dress. He smiles, pulling away and leaning his forehead to yours, “dance with me?”

You lean your head on his chest and wrap your arms around his waist, gently swaying to the peaceful quiet in the room. Suddenly, your head shoots up and you start jumping up and down. “Omg Buck, I have the best idea!!!” You wiggle out of his hold and run to the kitchen to grab the scissor. Rushing back to him you look up, “can you grab me a balloon please?”

Easily reaching one of the ribbons he pulls down a balloon and hands it to you, looking intrigued. You snip the end and pinch it closed with your fingers. Smiling up at him you bring it to your lips and suck in the helium, puffing out your cheeks and holding your breath.

You can barely contain your laughter before you say, “I love you, Bucky,” in a high pitched, shrill voice. He throws his head back, pointing and laughing at you. “Omg, what the hell was that?!?!” You suck more helium from the balloon, giving him a serious look, “are you telling me you’ve never sucked helium from balloons before?”

It’s hard not to laugh every time you talk, your voice sounding like a chipmunk. Bucky grabs the scissor off the counter and snags another balloon, snipping the end and bringing it to his lips. He sucks in and holds his breath, smiling at you with puffy cheeks. He finally speaks, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

You practically fall over in a fit of giggles. “OMG, DO IT AGAIN!!!” He sucks in some more, pursing his lips before smiling through the words, “I love you, but you’re a pain in my ass.” You poke him in the side, your face lighting up before you yell out, “echo, play the backstreet boys playlist.”

Bucky groans and gives you a dirty look. He sucks in more helium and says, “why must you torture me?” The song starts and you raise a brow, taking a deep breath from the balloon before belting out the lyrics, “you are my fire, the one desire, believe when I say, I want it that way.” Bucky’s laughter is loud enough to hear over the music, his eyes squeezed closed and his nose scrunched up. “Omg, I cannot believe we are doing this right now, it’s 2am and you’re in a gown and I’m in a tux.”

“Party pooper,” you say, high and shrill, laughing at yourself. Bucky smirks, sucking in a giant gulp of helium. He starts dancing toward you, singing the words, “tell me why, ain't nothin' but a heartache, tell me why, ain't nothin' but a mistake.” You bend at the waist, your updo falling out in pieces around your face, laughing so hard you’re crying.

Bucky smiles, bringing you in for a tight hug against his chest, still singing but slightly less high pitched. “You are my fire, the one desire, you are….” he trails off, “I love you.” You rest your chin on his chest, looking into his bright blue eyes, “I love you, too. Thanks for being silly with me.” He gives you a sweet kiss before singing the line, “I want it that way,” much to your delight.

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[aesthetical-bucky]

A Hard Day

Pairing: Cop!Bucky x reader

Prompt: criminals have been giving him the runaround all day and all he wants to do is bury himself between your legs

Summary: Bucky has had a hard day and he just wants you when he finally gets home.

Word Count: 438

Warnings: Smut, quickie on the kitchen floor, horny Bucky.

Authors Notes: this is written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club and I rarely write cop!bucky so here we are 😉 not proofread!!!

You were in the kitchen preparing dinner when you heard the car pull up outside and then the car door slam shut. You knew Bucky would be in one of his moods.

But you decided the keep the energy in the house positive and smiled when the front door opened then closed with a slam. Bucky marched into the kitchen area with his shirt already half undone and a scowl on his face.

“Hey baby how was your-” You were cut off when he smashed his lips to yours. His fingers edging up your thigh as he rubs your pussy through your underwear. “Buck stop, stop. Dinner won’t be too long.” You tried to push him away but he didn’t even budge.

“I don’t want dinner. I want you, I need you. Now.” He kisses you hungrily as his fingers pulled your underwear to one side, his pointer finger circling your clit and you moaned into his mouth.

His large hands ripped the flimsy material from your body and unbuckled his pants, shoving them down his legs with his boxers just above the knees.

Bucky laid you down on the floor and climbed on top of you. His hard cock slapped against your thigh. Your skirt bunched up around your waist. You raised your hips and wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him close to you. Bucky slid in with no resistance. Your walls welcomed him with no resistance. His face buried in your neck as he grunted with his thrusts. Your walls clenched and he thrusted harder.

“I love you. I love you.” He chanted in your ear as he held you as close as possible. “I’m gonna cum.” He whimpered and you looked at his beautiful face. His screwed shut and nose scrunched up, his lips parted with beautiful angelic moans coming out of it.

“Cum inside me. I’m right here baby let go.” You cooed and purposely clenched. Bucky whimpered as his white liquid shot inside you. He thrusted lazily, your walls milking him of everything he had. He kissed your neck and held your face between the palms of his hands. “You didn’t cum.” He said almost guiltily.

“I didn’t but it’s not about me Buck. I wanted you to feel better.” You smiled lovingly. Twirling your wedding ring on your finger. Bucky shook his head disapprovingly and lowered himself down your body. He pulled your skirt off and you removed your shirt. Your breasts bouncing free. His breath hitched as he watched his cum leak from your hole. With a final look to you, he buried his face between your thighs, keeping eye contact with you the whole time.

This was about you too.

Taglist: @jobean12-blog @marvelgirl7 @hailmary-yramliah @nano--raptor @becs-bunker @the-wayward-robot @criminal-cookies @evanstanwrites @littleredstarfish

[buck-gnasty]

A Great Big Wide World

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x blind!reader

Summary: Bucky takes his girl out for a picnic and a walk (or ride) around Coney Island.

Prompt:

A/N: this prompt was submitted to the @the-ss-horniest-book-club and it's just so precious!

It was a gorgeous, sunny and warm day. The smell of cut lawns invades your senses. The distinctive sounds of children giggling and dogs barking rang through your ears. You could imagine how it all looked. The smiles on the children's faces, how bright the flowers blossomed in spring.

Bucky had taken you to Central Park for a picnic under a large oak tree and cuddled you.

You could imagine the love in his eyes and the smile on his beautiful plump lips as he watched you soak the air in.

That's all you could do, imagine. You lost your sight completely by the time you were a teenager. Dating was difficult and you relied heavily on your intuition and senses.

You met Bucky a little over 8 months ago at some book café. And ever since he met you, he has been extremely overprotective of you. At first, you found it endearing but you had to keep reminding him you could take care of yourself. It was hard for Bucky to take a step back, but he loved you and the last thing he wanted to do was drown you.

You'll never be able to see what your man looks like. But you have felt his rather impressive muscles many times. His shoulder length hair, his fluffy beard. You loved the feel of his beard when you kissed him and you never wanted to stop kissing him.

It was your idea to go to Coney Island in the evening. You've always wanted to go, to lose yourself in the atmosphere. Bucky had agreed of course, it was impossible for him to say no to you.

As the two of you entered the attraction, Bucky kneeled down in front of you. A giggle surpassed your lips as you wrapped your arms and legs around him. His forearms taking the weight of your legs, stopping now and then to readjust you on his back.

The sounds of to the rollercoaster on the rail made you grin with excitement. The rushed screams of the passengers as they descended the steep drop. Jolly music playing from the ferris wheel and as Bucky walked, the music got louder.

The sight in front of you was pure darkness, but the laughter and happiness surrounding you made you feel like you could see everything so clearly.

You felt blessed and so happy in this moment of time. You kissed Bucky's cheek.

"I love you Bucky." You said in his ear. The fanning of your breath sent a shiver down his spine.

Bucky dropped you to your feet gently and spun around. He cupped your cheek and stroked your soft skin with this thumb.

"I love you too Y/N. So much and I'm always gonna protect you in this big wide world." He smiled and leaned down to capture your lips with his.

In this moment, it felt like time had stopped. It was just the two of you, just two people deeply in love with one another standing in the middle of Coney Island caressing each other's lips.

[godofplumsandthunder]

Damn, That Was Hot

Here is another quarantine drabble for @the-ss-horniest-book-club this prompt was sent in by @randomfandompenguin As a plus size reader/writer myself, I jumped on the opportunity to write this!

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Fat shaming (though Bucky and Reader shut that down)

“Remind me why we have to go to this again, Bucky?” You fiddle with your swimsuit as you try to figure out any way to get out of this party. Normally, if you were invited to a poolside barbeque, you’d jump at the chance. But this time, you’re not feeling that confident, and it has nothing to do with being on a mission.

“Because Y/N! They invited us and we have a cover to keep.” Bucky snakes his arms around you and pulls you close to his chest. “Plus, baby, you look so fucking gorgeous, I gotta show my baby girl off.” Bucky all but growls as he showers your neck with kisses.

“Bucky-” his beard hair causing you to giggle. “You gotta, stop, or I don’t think we’ll ever make it to that party, and you know how mad Sam would get.” Bucky lets out a frustrated groan. “But, later, baby, you’re all mine.” He whispers into the shell of your ear, with such animalistic desire and want.

===== What Sam and Bucky failed to mention to you about this party, was that it was going to be filled with plastics! The sheer amount of plastic surgery and makeup was astonishing! Like who wears a full face of makeup to a swim party? Aren’t they going to swim? But their makeup isn’t what caught your attention. What caught your attention, was the fact that you were the only person that was bigger than a size 6. Normally, you are fairly confident in your own skin. Bucky doesn’t have any complaints, and you’ve embodied the message of Lizzo, that thick thighs, do indeed save lives. But here? Surrounded by blondes, with itty bitty waists, and even bigger chests, your arms slowly creep forward until they are covering your midsection. Bucky sees this, and he’s having none of it. Not only were you loving, kind, and selfless, you had a sexy body to match your attractive inside. To see you feel self-conscious about your own body, made him hurt. You are a goddess, and you deserved to be treated and feel like one.

“Baby, why don’t you get us some drinks, I’ll get set up, and then we can have some fun. How does that sound?” Bucky asks you as he drapes his arm over your shoulders.

“I guess,” you say as you roll your eyes at him. This gets Bucky to smile, as he sees you coming out of your shell. You leave Bucky’s side, and that’s when the queen of the plastics decided to pounce.

“I see you’ve finally ditched Shamu. I’m Samantha.” The fake blond pulls Bucky into her side, despite his protests.

“I’m sorry? What’s a Shamu?” Bucky asks, confused. Out of all of the media references he caught up on, Shamu was not one of them.

“That lardass that you ditched. I really hope she’s not your girlfriend, cause you can do a lot better,” Samantha says while running her hands up and down Bucky’s exposed torso.

“I’ll have you know that the person you’re calling a “lardass” is my girlfriend, who I love very much. She’s twice the person you’ll ever be. In looks and personality.” Bucky angrily defends you. Body-shaming is perhaps the thing that confuses him the most about this century. Since when was it deemed acceptable to ridicule and question someone’s worth by their waist size?

You make your way when you hear Samantha’s response. “Really? You have a body like a god, and you’ve settled for that? She’s covered in stretch marks and cellulite! How can you even stand her? Like just look at her boobs.” Samantha quips off. Before Bucky has a chance to respond, it’s your turn to respond.

“Yeah, look at my boobs! And unlike yours, they’re all natural! And you know, I’m actually quite glad that I’m fat. Because I’m not a skinny, miserable, bitch like you.” You spit back as you push Samantha into the pool. It was glorious. Her full face of makeup was destroyed. She looked more like a clown. Her hair was a mess. It was fun for everyone.

“You bitch! How dare you do this? Do you know who I am?” Samantha yelled as she floundered in the pool, grabbing on to one of the inflatable swans.

“No! I don’t know who you are. And frankly, I don’t give a damn! Eat a burger and stop being a bitch!”

You turn to Bucky, who’s staring, mouth agape. “Close your mouth, Buck. You’re going to catch flies.”

Bucky continues to stare with a primal desire. “Sorry, doll. It’s just- Damn that was hot! Let’s get home, so I can get you out of that pretty number you have on.”

“But Bucky, what about the mission?” You whisper in his ear, playing all coy. You know damn well that Bucky isn’t going to continue the mission. Not when he wants you so badly.

“Screw the mission. If Sam wants this intel so much, he can get it himself. Right now, the only mission I have is you.”

=====

Ps: This is the swimsuit I had in mind, just cause I love it so much

Tagging: @aesthetical-bucky​ @marvelgirl7​ (Taglist Always Open)

[cchellacat]

Unexpected

Lance Tucker x Reader

Fluff

Drunk Drabble:

Prompt: Awkward kiss with Lance

The first part of this was written for @book-dragon-13 as part of her birthday drabble, the longer second part is a direct response to a drunk drabble prompt.  I hope everyone will enjoy this very fluffy Lance Tucker story! xxx

Honestly, sometimes you wondered why you bothered with Lance.  This was the third time in a month that you’d had to come pick him up from a bar.  Things hadn’t gone well for him after the accusations of knocking up his gymnast came out.  He’d pretty much been barred from the sport and no one was looking for him to coach their kids after the alleged affair had had the newspapers.  Truthfully, you felt sorry for him.  Unfortunately, his reputation as a ladies man was not working in his favour.   You knew it wasn’t true of course.  Lance was many things, but even he would never cross the line and sleep with his pupil. He took coaching too seriously. Took the whole sport too seriously to ever tarnish it or himself that way. 

You walked into the bar and spotted him right away.  Gone was his usual outfit of choice, now he sported dark jeans and a black leather jacket, his hair which he had always took so much  pride in was a tousled mess, no product to keep each errant curl in place.  In a way you thought he looked better like this, less slick and prepared, more bad boy walking.  He was slumped over the bar, head resting on his folded arms.  The bartender looked up and gave you an apologetic smile.  

“Lance…”  you poked his side and he turned his head to glare at you briefly.

“What are you doing here princess?”

“Bailing your ass out, again.  Come on, I want to go to bed, it’s nearly two and I have a gym to run in four hours.”

He groaned and ran a hand through his hair, it only made it worse.  God his hair looked sinful like this.  You rolled your eyes at your own thoughts and hauled him off the bar stool.

“Come one drunkie, you can sleep on my couch tonight, pick up your car tomorrow.”

The bartender held the door for you as you helped him to the car, passing you Lance’s keys as you left.

It wasn’t a long drive back to your home, but the six steps up to the porch and through the door were nearly impossibly with Lance an almost dead weight at your side.

Finally getting him on the sofa you pulled off his shoes and jacket and gave him a cushion for his head.  You grabbed some water and pack of Tylenol and placed them on the side table, he’d need it when he woke up. 

Looking down at him, half sleeping, his brow still furrowed, you gave in to the temptation to kiss him good night, the light kiss pressed to his head, smoothed out the lines.  Before you could stand back up, his eyes opened, catching you in the grip of his impossibly blue gaze.

“I’m sorry I’m such and ass, you should just leave me, I don’t deserve you princess.”

“No, but I’m here anyway…”  You trailed off, freezing as his hand cupped your face.  In the stillness of the moment you forgot to breath.  You didn’t resist as he brought you down into a sloppy, wet kiss, it wasn’t mind blowing or earth shattering, but you kissed him back, just for a brief moment, let yourself pretend.  He’d forget he’d done it in the morning.  

You pulled away and tucked the blanket around him. Smiling sadly as he drifted off to sleep. The tiny truth that you kept to yourself, that you loved this asshole, locked up back tight in your heart.  It’s why you always came for him, why you would always help.  But it was best that he never knew, you couldn’t stand the thought of him rejecting you, no matter how kindly he might do it.  Lance Tucker, heart breaker and love of you life.  

 Three months later…

The double doors of the gym flew open, causing you to startle bad enough to break your concentration.  It was after hours, you’d stayed to do some practice, even though your competition days were long behind you and coaching had become a passion rather than a chore, you still loved to have the gym to yourself, a chance to run through old routines and keep yourself challenged.

Your arms dipped as you briefly lost your grip on the bars, only the momentum you’d built, holding you up long enough to fix it and throw yourself far enough to execute a sloppy turn into a blind landing.  You knew before your feet hit the mat that you’d either fall or twist your ankle from the impact.  Strong arms caught you, slowing the landing enough that neither happened, instead you found yourself nestled carefully in Lance’s strong chest.

“Fucking hell, B, what the fuck!  You know you’re not meant to be doing this shit, especially not without someone to spot you!”

Instant embarrassment swept through you, but it swiftly turned to annoyance.  You pushed away from him, angrily unfastening the grips from your wrists.

“I’m not twelve Lance, I can do a few simple routines without a babysitter, besides, I’d have been fine if you’d came in like a normal person instead of making a friggin entrance to an empty gym!”

Lance cocked his head to one side, lips drawn in a thin line and crossed his arms, staring you down.

“You’re only mad that I’m right.  You know the damn rules, you’re the one that made them after all.”

“Yeah, well, it’s my gym, I get to make the rules, I don’t have to follow them.”

“How’s that working out for you Princess?”

“Fuck you Lance!”

“Working on it, cupcake.”  He grinned at the stunned look you gave him before winking and heading back to grab the bag he must have dropped when he’d made his way over to catch you.

Unzipping the beg, he pulled out a bottle of Champagne and smiled blindingly at you again.  That’s when it hit you.  You hadn’t seen him look this relaxed and happy in over a year.

“You know what this is Princess?”

Opening your mouth to reply, he cut you off before the question left your lips.

“This is victory!”

“Victory? Lance… what the hell is going on?”

“Just got back from a meeting with my lawyer.  The DNA test came back.”

“Oh.. wow.”

It had been a tough year since he’d been accused of sleeping with his athlete and getting her pregnant.  The courts had insisted on a paternity test at Lance’s stubborn denial but Maggie had fought against it tooth and nail.  

“I can finally clear my name.”  his eyes were bright and for a moment you could see the struggle behind them, the vulnerability that he was so good at hiding.  

“Lance, that’s amazing!”  the genuine happiness that spilled out in your smile reached over the distance between you and he quickly made his way back over to you.

“I’ve been saving this for the right moment.”  He told you, lips crooked wryly.  “I knew there was only one person I wanted to open it with.”

You let out a short laugh and shook your head.

“Me?  Come on Lance, why on earth would you come here? I thought when this day came you’d be straight back out there, crowing your victory down at the Lounge.”

But even though you were disbelieving of his words at first, the strange quiet that rose between you seemed to carry the sort of weighty sincerity you so rarely saw in him.

“Come on.”  He grabbed your hand, dragging you up to your office as he explained the chain of events, ignoring your denial of his initial words.

Popping the cork, he grabbed the two chipped mugs you both used for coffee and poured the sparkling fizz with a grand flourish.

“Now, you’re going to sit there, Princess, and listen, don’t expect me to get this mushy ever again.”

You accepted the mug quietly, managing not to drop it when his finger brushed yours and sat gingerly on the edge of the desk.

“I pride myself on being the biggest asshole in the room. I’m fucking good at it.  I never needed anyone, I’ve always been my own cheerleader, didn’t need someone to do it for me or believe in me…  but.”  He stopped for a second, pausing as he kept his eyes on yours a sudden seriousness overtaking his cocky bravado.  “It didn’t gain me any friends.  Didn’t know I’d need one so I never really tried to make any.  Then all the shit with Maggie went down and no one believed me, not even my own mother.  I was drowning in legal fees and no one would hire me to clean a locker room let alone coach any kids.  But you did. You gave me a job and you didn’t believe all the bull-shit Maggie and the media were pushing and you never made me feel like I didn’t deserve to still be doing what I loved, and I know this gym took a pretty big hit financially because of it, that your reputation was questioned too.  You’ve been there every time I fucked up for the last year and you didn’t cut me loose. I don’t think I’ve got enough words to tell you how much it meant, how much I appreciate it and how god damn lucky I was that you stood with me when you didn’t have to.”  He raised his mug to you. “So, here’s to best woman I know, thank you for never letting me down, even when I let you down.”

His words washed over you and tears pricked your eyes.  You squashed the wave of affection down with great effort and took a breath before setting down your mug and hopping off the desk.

“Good god, who knew Lanck Tucker could be such a sap.”  The words spilled out shakily as you blushed and did your best not to cry.  It was the nicest thing anyone had said to you, let alone Lance.  Throwing caution to the wind you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him.  He pulled you tight into his embrace and buried his face in your neck.

“No one will ever believe you.”  He quipped with a mock growl and you giggled as you breathed in the clean scent of him.

Just before the hug could become weird you began to pull back, giving him a soft smile of understanding.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret.”  You told him with a conspiratal look.  His eyes crinkled in response and you turned your head away, unable to hold his gaze for too long, afraid you would give how you really felt away, which was the same moment he’d decided to kiss your cheek.  His lips landed on yours awkwardly, making you freeze, eyes wide with surprise.  You couldn’t breathe, a million thoughts running through your head.  Instead of pulling away completely, his hands tightened on your waist, his lips still inches from you own.  

Deep blue eyes regarded you, a hint of a frown on his pretty face before he seemed to decide something and he leaned back in capturing your lips softly with his own. This wasn’t a drunk sloppy kiss or even the awkward meeting of lips from seconds before, it was something altogether different.  

It was everything you’d hoped kissing him might be like, all that intensity and focus suddenly on you.  Feeling the purpose and certainty he seemed to embody with each brush over your mouth. Soft but firm, patient but purposeful. When you didn’t freeze or pull away he took it as the permission it was to coax the kiss further, deepening it the longer you stayed, fingers gripping his shoulders until the first touch of his tongue along the seam of your lips had you dissolve and melt into his arms, your hands moving to tangle in his hair as his hands moved, one low on your back pulling your hips flush with his and the other cupping your jaw, guiding you as he made you forget every last promise you’d made never to let him break your heart as he had so many others.

Time held no meaning while he kissed you, all the you knew was the way he made you feel like you were the only thing he could see, like the world meant less than nothing while he held you.  This, this was why you’d never let him know how you felt, because you knew one real kiss would ruin you forever.  But it had ceased to matter as the kiss grew more heated, as hands wandered and your head spun with a thousand possibilities.  When you both finally drew back, drawing in breathless gulps of air, you knew he’d see it in your eyes, you couldn’t hide it, the truth plain for him to see.  You tried to pull away, to avoid meeting his eyes, but he gripped your chin tightly and made you look at him.

“Princess, don’t hide from me.”

You forced a nonchalant smile and met his eyes, preparing yourself for pity or rejection or something, you’re not sure which.

Instead, steady blue eyes meet yours seriously, his gaze pinning you in place.  

“I’m a fucking idiot.”

You cringed at the words, pushing your hands flat against his chest, trying to escape the horrifying embarrassment, but he held you fast.

“I’m sorry…”

“Sorry?  What the fuck are you sorry for?  Princess, I’m a grade A asshole.  I’ve put you through the wringer for the last year, let you hold me up when I was drowning and completely missed the fact that I was falling in love with you.”

“What?”  you questioned him, incredulous, as he began to grin.

“I’m in love with you.”  

“You’re crazy.”

“Crazy in love with you.”

“Utterly mad.”

“Mad about you sweetheart.”

You were caught somewhere between disbelief and hysteria, he wasn’t serious, he couldn’t be, he was making fun of you.

“Don’t.”  Your tone was sharp with a hint of anger.

“I’m serious.”

The weight of this declaration felt heavier and truer than the teasing confession of love. Your heart skipped a beat and began to race.

“Your serious.” It wasn’t a question.  You bit your lip, allowing the hope and vulnerability to finally shine through.

“Completely.”

You relaxed, letting him pull you back into him.

“Give me a chance to show you.”  His voice held a softness as he pleaded into your hair, kissing the top of your head as you nodded.

“Okay.”

And you did.

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[itsjustmelainey]

Here To Help

Bucky Barnes x Pregnant!Female Reader

Summary: Your super baby is so heavy that you’re uncomfortable, fortunately Bucky might have found the solution to help you.

Warnings: Pregnant!Reader, discomfort, soft!bucky.

Words: 466

Author’s Notes: This is written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club and my prompt was: “The reader is pregnant and Bucky sees this thing on tiktok where partners stand behind and gently lift the pregnant belly to take the weight off.” Thank you very much for the prompt!

Your belly felt extremely heavy. What, with being close to 7 months pregnant and all it was to be expected. But you were carrying a super baby that seemed to be heavier than a normal baby, or at least from what you found out from the other mothers-to-be and as the baby grew bigger, the heavier your stomach felt and the more pressure it put on your legs and back. Sometimes it felt like you were carrying a Boulder around.

To see you in such discomfort made Bucky feel guilty. He wished there was a way he could carry it sometimes just to give you a break and he tried a lot of things to try and make you comfortable; hot baths, extra pillows, a pregnancy pillow, using his hand as a stress ball. Nothing seemed to work. He wasn’t ready to throw in the towel just yet though. After Sam had introduced Bucky to tiktok, he’s become somewhat addicted to the app. Looking up videos of funny animals, life hacks and since your pregnancy announcement - pregnancy tips and tricks. There was one video he watched that seemed to work, noting the sigh of relief on the woman’s face and the tension leaving their shoulders. He was positive this might work, and he was willing to try anything just to give you some relief.

Bucky found you standing over the kitchen sink, slowly washing up the few dishes that you had insisted on doing. Your tank top was stretched across your belly, and your shorts hanging low on your hips. With your stomach being so tender and stretched, having any item of clothing over it was so uncomfortable. Bucky stood behind you, his chest flush with your back and his hands resting atop of your bump. He kisses your neck gently and whispers sweet things in your ear, reminding you of how much he loves and cherishes you.

“I love you.” He says, rubbing your belly in small circles. You sigh and smile tiredly.

“I love you too.”

“You’re so great you know that? I know it’s not easy, I want to help in any way that I can.” He says, still kissing and whispering. His hands drop lower so they are under your belly, he can feel the baby moving slightly as he very gently lifts the whole bump up with his hands.

You immediately relax, throwing your head back against his shoulder and for once since the baby started to grow, the huge feeling of relief washes over you.

“Thank you.” You whisper, closing your eyes. He bums, kissing your hair and holding the two of you close to him.

Finally, Bucky has found something that works a treat. He will do this for as long and as often as you need him to, to give you a few minutes break from the weight.

[aydinmaiden]

A Glistening Surprise

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: It’s your first time being with Bucky, the dreamy super soldier you’ve been pining over. He reminds you he’s a man and not a boy.

Word count: 458

Warnings: Implied smut, talks of shaving and body hair. My writing. 18+ only please ❤️

Author’s Notes: This is based off a prompt @the-ss-horniest-book-club gave to me, I couldn’t stop giggling at the prompt and had to write it! That being said, I have never written and this is very new to me but it was so much fun! Thank you guys for being awesome and supportive! ❤️ please enjoy and I welcome criticism on how to improve!

Who knew that a year on you and Bucky would be in the position you were now; kissing each other passionately and his hands roaming all over your body, eager to feel every single inch of you. Your fingers run through his hair and tug his shorter hair, emitting a growl from the man you’ve been wanting for the past year. All it took was one boring steamy movie and a cuddle session for both of you to make the move you’ve been waiting and dreaming for.

“Doll, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” He pants in your ear as he leaves wet kisses down your neck. His hand snaking under your shirt to cup your breasts, earning him a moan.

“Not as long as I’ve waited.” You sigh, arching your chest into him.

A low chuckle rumbles from Bucky as he removes his hand and hovers above you. He continues to kiss every inch of skin he sees, his fingers tearing open your nightshirt causing your buttons to fly everywhere in his room. Your gasp catches in your throat when you feel Bucky fumbling with the waistband on your panties and you then remember something important.

“Bucky, wait!” You sit up in a panic, reaching out to him. He stops immediately and looks worried.

“What’s wrong doll? I’m sorry, I just–”

“No, no! It’s okay, it’s just we can’t have sex! I haven’t shaved yet.” Your confession leaves you biting your lip. You didn’t expect it to happen tonight, you didn’t expect it to happen at all.

You fear he might get annoyed and leave you like this; embarrassed and making yourself question why you said that. Or fear he might tell you to get the hell out of his room. But the next words to leave his mouth leaves you speechless.

“Hey, doll I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m a man, not a boy. Therefore I couldn’t care less if you’re bald or if you have the Amazon rainforest in your panties. I want you and I want to show you how much I love you. Is that okay?” His hand comes up to stroke your cheek and his actions eases your anxiety.

“Are you sure?” You ask, putting your hand over his and then lacing your fingers together.

“I’m more than sure. With me you don’t ever have to worry about that okay? I’ll love you no matter what and besides, I like the idea of a surprise.” He winks, asking if you’re okay to continue and when you give him the nod he’s waiting for, his fingers hook on either side of your panties and pulls them down slowly, growling at the glistening wetness that’s waiting for him.

[margowrites]

Dream on Me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You have zero filter when you’re intoxicated and you stammer out your thirsty nicknames for the man you have a deep crush on. When you don’t remember the next morning, he does.

Word count: 1,208

Author’s Notes: Hello! This was an extremely fun prompt to write and I loved every second of it! Thank you so very much @the-ss-horniest-book-club for giving me this prompt! I hope I did it justice! ❤️

Warnings: flirting, pet names (daddy, sergeant, sir, princess, doll) tension, alcohol consumption, intoxicated reader, embarrassed reader, cocky!bucky, Bucky is such a darn tease. I don’t think there’s any language (go me!) but if I have missed a warning please do let me know.

A successful mission that knocked the wind out of everyone seemed a good enough reason to relax and celebrate, at least according to Tony. Fortunately, you and everyone agreed since it had been quite a few months since you were able to let loose and relax with your closest friends. It was also a rare sight to see everyone with a smile on their face and looking so carefree and having pleasant conversations that didn’t involve missions and hydra.

You were sitting on the floor with your back against the couch, a glass of something in your hand and you were laughing hard at a joke Sam just told. Wanda was giggling next to you as she sipped her wine, her red hair falling over her shoulders and a smile that reached her eyes.

It was halfway through the evening when your favourite super soldier walked in with his hands in his front pockets. His Henley that accentuated his chiselled chest had you subconsciously licking your lips.

“Oh hey!” You slurred, wondering why he was swaying back and forth. Or was that the alcohol you had consumed? “Sex on legs has arrived! Hi Mister.” You teased, biting your bottom lip and sending him a wink. Bucky stood there shocked, blinking and staring at you before he chuckled and shook his head.

“She’s drunk.” Natasha told him with a smirk.

“Pssssh don’t be silly! I’m nooot drunk.” You giggled. “I wouldn’t mind if he tied me to his bed and demanded that I call him sir or sergeant.” You hummed to Wanda, not fully realising what just spilled from your lips. Maybe this was one of the reasons why Tony always reminded you the morning after that you needed a filter over your mouth.

Your crush on Bucky was painfully obvious. You always smothered him in compliments, flirty comments, hugs that lasted more than necessary. The whole team knew from day one,

even Bucky knew about it. The feeling was mutual as he too showered you with compliments and he would buy you a bouquet of flowers for no particular reason. It was almost like you were dating without the labels. Your usual self was taken over by your boldness and even the 6ft super soldier didn’t know where to look or what he should do.

“Come on, doll. Time for bed.” Through the blood beating in your ears, you heard him say. He gently grabs the half filled glass out of your hand and puts it on the table next to Wanda and gently pulls you to your feet. You giggle when you stumble into him, and hold onto his broad shoulders to steady yourself.

“Oh my, Mr Barnes! I could straddle these easily.”

Bucky chokes on his spit, ignoring the hushed giggles around the two of you. “Can you walk?” He asks as he steadies you back on your feet.

You laugh, moving your hands from his shoulders to his waist and shake your head.

“Can I ride you instead, sir?” Your comment has Tony shaking his head like a disappointed father. A smirk plastered on Sam and Nat’s faces.

“Doll, come on.” His arm goes under your legs and he carries you bridal style back to your room. Your finger wraps around the loose strands that fell out of his hair tie, and you gently stroke his beard.

“You’re so handsome daddy.” You mutter, gliding your fingers across his cheek and pulling his bottom lip down.

“Behave yourself, doll.” He teases, grinning and tightening his hold on you. Luckily your room isn’t that far, and he has no problem getting your door open and you inside.

Bucky gently lays you down on your bed. You groan slightly when you bounce, all the alcohol finally catching up to you and making you feel really nauseous.

“You gonna undress me?” You hiccup, your fingers already playing with the waistband of your pants.

“No, no!” Bucky hurries over to you and grabs your hands. “Wanda or Nat will come in soon and change you.” He tells you, kissing your forehead and leaving a bucket next to your bed. You’re close to passing out when you hear him say, “Good night, doll face.”

“G’night Sergeant.” No more than a few seconds after the words whisper out of your mouth, the room is black and you’ve fallen into a deep slumber. Bucky watches you from the doorway for a few seconds with a sly smirk on his face, wondering how much of this you’ll remember tomorrow, if anything at all.

***

The next morning, you’re surprised you’re not feeling worse than you do. There’s a slight ache in your head but other than that you’re feeling okay, apart from feeling hungry.

You head to the kitchen in search of some food. Bucky is already there, sitting on a stool spooning mouthfuls of cereal in his mouth.

“Good morning Buck!” You greet with a smile, sitting next to him. He has an odd look about him today, something about him seems… off.

“G’mornin’ doll. Sleep well?” The cereal crunches over his words and you nod.

“Like a baby.” You sigh, reaching for the cereal only to have Bucky stop you.

“Ah, ah, ah! Let daddy do it for you princess.” Bucky smirks and your eyes widen.

Did he seriously just say that? Where is this coming from?

“Daddy?” You question.

“Yes doll face?”

You shake your head and a breathy laugh comes out.

“Why are you using that word, Bucky?” You turn to face him. He’s biting back a grin before he answers.

“Oh sorry doll! Would you rather sir or sergeant?”

Your cheeks feel as though they are on fire. You just realised he’s said you have kinks for, ones you’ve only told Nat and Wanda about. So how did Bucky find out about them? Did the girls tell him? Or did… no. Oh no.

“What- what- what…”

“Tell me honestly, doll. Would you like to straddle my shoulders and then have me tie you to my bed and tell you to call me ‘sergeant’?”

What the hell happened last night?

“How did you KNOW about that?” You asked shocked, standing up and stumbling over your feet as you walked backwards until you felt the unit behind you. Bucky was closing in on you, his footsteps slow and precise.

“You told me last night as I walked you to your room, doll.”

Your heart drops into your stomach, how could you reveal such a thing and to the man you’ve been thinking about?

“Oh my god Buck I am so so sorry! I will never drink again.” You hide your face behind your hands, Bucky pulls them away and kisses your forehead.

“Nothing to be sorry about, I never would have known about your dirty little secret and never would have been able to make them come true.” His knuckle gently caresses your cheek. “Only if that’s what you want, of course. I’m not the type of guy to force you into anything you’re not serious about. We can forget this ever-”

“No!” You interrupt, your eyes moving from his eyes to his plump kissable lips. “No, I want this and I want you, more than anything else in the world.”

“I’m all yours, doll.”

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Happy to be Home

Pairings: Bucky x reader

Word count: 433

Summary: Bucky is back home and you two spend a wonderful summer evening together at Coney Island.

Author’s Note: drunk drabble based on this beautiful moodboard by @marvelous-meggi ! Hope you like it❤️

Warnings: Floof and implied sexy times

The smell of cotton candy and roasted peanuts invades your senses as you and Bucky walk hand in hand through Coney Island. The night is clear and warm, your dress swishing back and forth with each step as Bucky’s dog tags clinked together. You played with them fondly remembering how he placed them over your head and kissed you sweetly, telling you how happy he was to be home and with you.

“Oh, Buck, look, you all but yell as you take off toward the Cyclone. You loved roller coasters, especially this one, old and wooden, it really was a thrilling ride. Bucky grins, “are you sure you wanna go on this after eating all those hot dogs, doll?” Without a word and just an enthusiastic shake of your head you bounce onto the line. Bucky can’t stop smiling as you continue to move your feet and hop in place. “Are you looking for a dance, babydoll?, Bucky asks as he grabs you around the waist and twirls you in a circle. You can’t help but giggle as your skirt flies outward and your hair is blowing in the wind. The moment is magic and as he dips you and lands a toe curling kiss to your lips you feel as if you might float away into the night sky and join the stars.

The ride on the Cyclone leaves you breathless and giddy and you both feel the faint dizziness as you walk off and move toward the cotton candy. “This tastes almost as good as you, baby” Bucky croons as he eyes you devilishly. You wink as you reply, “maybe if you win me a giant stuffed bear I’ll let you have a taste later tonight.” Bucky quickly pulls you toward the water gun target game he knows he is sure to win. He sits down sporting a huge smirk and pulls you in for a whisper, “I’m gonna be between your legs and have you screaming my name in no time, doll!” You can hardly wait, standing behind him your heart pounding as the sound goes off and he expertly and quickly hits the target and wins the race. You pick out the biggest pink bear they have and place a chaste kiss to Bucky’s lips, “thank you, this has been one of the best nights, I’m so happy you’re home!” Bucky pulls you flush against his chest and says, “it’s far from over beautiful, I have a promise to keep” as he hauls you off to the car where he has you screaming his name over and over again.

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[aesthetical-bucky]

You First

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky takes care of you during your private ‘us’ time, making sure you’re comfortable enough so you’re not hurting.

Warnings: Language, Smut, 18+, reader has Ehlers Danlos Syndrome which is connective tissue problems. 

Words: 763

Authors Notes: This is written for the @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ and though I don’t normally take so long to post prompts, I just had to get this right. And after a really deep conversation with @paranoid-borderline-insane​ I was inspired to try and make this a little more personal as a comfort. 

Thank you to @jobean12-blog​ for proofreading this for me my love!! I love you and I hope you all enjoy this soft and caring side of Bucky :)

Your moans blended in with the soft music playing in the background of your shared bedroom with Bucky. You were laying comfortably on your pregnancy pillow to support your joints with Bucky spooning you and his fingers toying with your clit and entrance. 

“Does that feel good, baby?” He whispered in your ear, kissing from the shell of your ear down to your shoulder. 

“Mhm.” You moaned, closing your eyes and darting your tongue out to lick your lips. “I would feel better if I could take off my bands though.” You chuckled breathlessly. 

“You’re leaving them on Y/N. I don’t want you to hurt.” His comforting words struck a chord in your heart. Bucky was not a selfish lover, your comfort and pleasure always came first. In fact, if you were not wearing your bands to support your joints, he wouldn’t go near you. 

You felt Bucky readjust behind you. His crotch flush against your butt and you subconsciously shifted against him. Bucky gripped his cock, running his tip through your folds and one final adjustment, he slipped inside. 

A wanton moan falling from the crevice of your lips from finally being full by him. Bucky started with gentle thrusts, not wanting to plough into you and hurt you. His fingers kept rubbing circles on your wet clit and you were in heaven. The deep angle meant he nudged your G-spot gently, causing you to gasp each time his cock rubbed against it. Your warm, wet walls welcoming him in with arms wide open. 

“I love you.” He whispered with heavy breathing in your ear. “Are you comfortable?” 

“I love you too, Buck. It’s starting to hurt a little.” Since you told him about your Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, Bucky made you promise you would tell him at any given time if you were in discomfort or any pain. 

“Alright baby. Hold on.” He comforted you, pulling out and kneeling on the bed. Bucky grabbed some extra pillows from his side of the bed and laid them in the middle. He then helped you move onto your tummy and propped a couple of extra cushions under your hips to support your back. “Are you comfortable?” He asked again and you nodded. “Words Y/N.” He insisted. 

“I’m comfortable.” You replied and felt his large thighs on either side of your own legs. His hands placed on either side of your head as he manoeuvred his leaking cock back towards your entrance and pushed in with no resistance.  

You babbled incoherently as he managed to hit all the sensitive spots with one thrust. But Bucky still didn’t go too rough with you, he wanted you to feel the most pleasure. This was for you as much as it was for him. 

“Oh Bucky!” You sighed, the tightness from the position makes you feel every vein he owned. 

“God, you feel so good Y/N. So wet and warm for me baby.” Bucky purred leaning over your back, being careful not to put his weight on you. “So good for me baby.” 

You moaned at his praises. The tension in the pit of your tummy expands with each nudge to your sensitive spots. 

“Oh, you gonna cum baby?” 

“Mhm.” A string of mumbles flew out from your lips. The raw feeling of Bucky’s cock swelling and hardening deep inside sends a wave of euphoria through your body and the tension snaps, gushing all over his cock. 

“Y/N Jesus! Fuck!” Bucky came seconds after you, shooting his sticky cum on your walls. 

Bucky pulls out and you whine at the loss of his fullness. 

“Are you okay?” He comforted, readjusting you back on your large pregnancy pillow and making sure you’re comfortable and not in pain.

“I feel perfect. Thank you for caring about me so much.” 

“Of course doll. It’s what I’m here for.” He smiled, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Come here, I wanna try something.” Bucky held onto your arm as he motioned you over his lap. His cock already hot and leaking again.

“Now what?” You giggled, grabbing his pecs to support you. 

Bucky planted his feet flat on the mattress and raised his hips up. His hands held your waist as he lowered you down on his throbbing member. 

“Hold on to me okay? I’m gonna do the movements and I heard this will send you over the edge in seconds.” With a subtle nod from you, Bucky thrusted gently but deep in you. Hitting the spots you never knew even existed until this moment. 

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[buck-gnasty]

Like The Good Ole Days

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X reader

Summary: being stuck in quarantine with Bucky seemed liked a nice idea, until he makes the suggestion the two of you could have sex since he has a lot to learn since the 1940s anyway.

Prompt:

A/N: this prompt was submitted to the @the-ss-horniest-book-club and I had so much fun writing it! Sorry it took longer than planned!!

Warnings: Language, smuttish but not really, implied smut.

"What do you wanna do, doll?" Bucky huffed, throwing his candy bar in the air and catching it again.

"Buck. You asked me just 5 minutes ago - I didn't know what to do then, I don't know what to do now." You sighed, tired and frustrated with boredom.

This was your eighth week of lockdown. No missions, no shopping, no more going to the movie theater and going to the club was out of the question. Tony had locked down the entire compound, avengers were free to walk around if they kept the social distance requirement and you were allowed just an hour outside for fresh air.

Sounds familiar? Yeah, it felt like fucking jail and you hated it. 2020 was turning out to be a bitch on PMS.

"Well... Maybe... We... You and I... Could uh, have some great fucking sex?" Bucky suggested as his fingers danced along the inside of your exposed thighs.

You smirked with delight as you watched his facial expression change with emotions you couldn't figure out. His lips were parted as his long slender fingers dipped inside your shorts. His index finger sliding through your already wet folds.

"So wet." He gasped.

"I like your suggestion Buck. It'll pass some time at least." You grinned, sliding your shorts down your legs and letting your thighs fall open.

Bucky lays down on his hard rock belly, his face inches away from your dripping core.

"Yes and besides. I have a lot to catch up on since the good ole days" he winked and licked from your entrance up to your soft clit, moaning at how delicious you taste on his tongue.

"Fuck, doll. I'm gonna take my time eating you out."

[godofplumsandthunder]

Because I Knew You

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club drunk/quarantine drabbles. The prompt comes from @book-dragon-13 It's a wicked themed prompt and I absolutely love everything with Wicked so I had to snatch it. I hope you'll enjoy it!

“What do you mean there is a prequel to the Wizard of Oz?” Bucky stares in disbelief at the two tickets that you just handed him. “I saved money for months to see that film! Judy Garland was wonderful, and for it to be ruined by a goddamn prequel!” Bucky rants. You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. 

“I think what’s more surprising here, Bucky, is that you’re a huge Wizard of Oz stan! And yes, there is a prequel, well it’s not really a prequel, rather more of a revisionist exploration of the Wizard of Oz. And it’s one of the best musicals, so you’re going to go to Shiz, and you’re going to like it!” 

“Sir, yes, sir!” Bucky quips off, and you give him a playful, yet stern warning look. Wicked was a spiritual experience. The pain, the struggle, and the desire to be accepted, paired with the emotion that only live theater can bring make it kin to church. And you were not going to let Bucky ruin this! You’ve pulled too many strings to get front row tickets to Wicked, on Broadway. Does he know how hard those are to come by?

When the day of the show comes, you’re beyond excited. You were able to convince yourself not to go dressed as Elphaba, cause it would be frowned upon, rather, you found a lovely green frock that channeled your inner Elphaba. Bucky came down the stairs in a suit, looking ravishing, like always, but you had to push those thoughts aside because you had a date with the Wizard! And nothing, not even your sexy ass boyfriend will distract you. 

“Let’s go!” You yell excitedly as Bucky just gives one of those, “help me, I’m being held against my will” looks. You tusk at him, “you’re going to like this, Bucky! Trust me!” And so you were off, with your date with the wizard. 

The first act is just as you would imagine. Front row seats make the show good, but what sets it apart are the actors. They are all just so damn good! You can feel Elphaba’s hopes and dreams about meeting the Wizard. The loathing of the new pair of roommates is palpable. Act 1 ends with that famous, signature crescendo, bringing a new, free Elphaba. One that isn’t tied down by what people think of her. The curtains close, and as people leave for the intermission, you turn to Bucky. 

“So, what do you think? It’s great, isn’t it?” You ask as you bounce in your seat from excitement. This truly has been the best date night in a while. 

“Eh, it’s okay. This Galinda person is okay. And the witch, Elphaba, is okay too.” You laugh at Bucky’s resistance to admit that it’s good. 

“Okay, well just you wait for act 2. In my opinion, act 2 is better than the first act.” You tell him as the lights dim, and you make your way back to Oz. 

And you were telling Bucky the truth, act 2 carries more emotion. Like when Fiyero and Elphaba finally admit their feelings for each other. That no matter what was going on, that for that moment, they had each other. Despite their obstacles, love reigned in their hearts. It didn’t matter what Elphaba looked like, Fiyero loved her and that’s all that mattered. And of course, the crowning jewel, the finale number, For Good. The heartfelt confessions of Elphaba and Glinda. How despite their differences, they would always be connected. That they had been changed, for good. And with Glinda in her bubble and Elphaba on her way with Fiyero, the curtain closed and the show was over. You looked over to see Bucky crying. 

“Oh, Bucky. What’s the matter, baby?” You pull him close. 

“It’s stupid,” he mutters, clearly embarrassed at his emotions. 

“Come on, tell me what’s wrong, Buck?”

He sighs, giving in. “I just relate so much to Elphaba. I had dreams of greatness too when I was younger. I thought that my fighting in Europe would bring some good to the world. But then Hydra got me and turned me into a monster. That’s why I think I like that song about good deeds so much. Because I’ve tried being good, but I feel that I just make things worse. But then that last number, it made me think of us. How you love me for who I am. And that no matter what happens to us, you’ve helped me heal, Y/N. You’ve changed me for good. And I just feel stupid crying over a stupid musical but it’s just that I’m Elphaba!” He sniffles as he looks down. 

“Oh, Bucky! That’s not stupid at all, rather, I find it quite touching. And you thought that this ‘prequel’ was going to suck,” you joke as you exit the theater.

“It’s still no Judy Garland” Bucky snips back. Though, the soundtrack is all he listened to for the next month. 

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