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[slutt4lovee]

scrapped work 3

𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒 - 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 - 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 - 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!Reader

word count: 2714

warnings: some foreplay, a little shower smut kinda, i don't remember writing this and barely read through it so it's a surprise, it's unedited and unfinished. read at your own risk.

summary: this is a scrapped piece from the tease series, i never actually finished writing it and i can't tell you why. i believe this takes place on the second or third day of the tease series but again, i can't remember.

a/n: i kinda hate this one too. 

You woke up to Bucky’s loud grunts and groans, the clanging metal of the workout equipment signaling that he was sadly not doing what you thought. You were a little sad that he wasn’t in bed with you but you pushed it aside and pulled a shirt on over the simple pair of underwear you had put on after your trip to the bathroom last night.

You made your way downstairs to make yourself a bowl of cereal. You groggily scrolled through your social media as you ate, trying to wake yourself up and distract yourself from the noises upstairs.

You were bent over the island, propping yourself up on your elbows with your phone in one hand and your spoon in the other. A creak from the stair alerted you to Bucky’s presence but you tried your best not to seem bothered.

He stalks down the stairs with his sweats hung low on his hips, sweaty after his morning work out, hair clinging messily to his forehead. But you stayed strong, keeping your eyes focused mostly on your phone as he grabs a water bottle from the fridge.

You catch a quick glance at his back, mentally groaning at the sight of the muscles flexing with each movement.

You thought that getting some relief would’ve made you want him a little less, but instead you want him more. Every little thing about him turns you on. You’ve gotten a taste and you want so much fucking more.

You frustratingly look back down at your phone, trying to keep your thoughts in a somewhat appropriate place despite him looking like he just stepped out of an action movie.

Why does he have to be so goddamn hot? This would be a lot easier if he wasn’t built like a fucking god.

“How was your workout?” You ask calmly, not even bothering to look up from your phone as he sits down directly across from you.

He had always made it a point to pick on you for never sitting down at the island to eat breakfast even though that half of the island was literally designed just for that purpose. You would stand, sit on the island, sit on other counters, eat in the living room, literally anywhere else from there and he found it oddly amusing.

“Mm...it was good, sweaty.” He answers, grabbing a banana from the bowl in the center of the island as you raise your eyebrows.

“Yeah, I can tell.” You mutter, allowing yourself to look him up and down for just a second before looking back down at your phone. “You were loud, you woke me up.” You tell him, stirring your cereal as he chuckles.

“Aww, I’m sorry, doll.” He apologizes mockingly, giving you his best fake pout as he leans closer to you and dips his head down to get your attention. “Want me to make it up to you?” He asks in the same mocking tone, but the look in his eyes lets you know the true intention of his words.

“How exactly are you going to make it up to me, Bucky?” You tease, locking your phone and setting it down as you watch him stand up, leaving the banana laying untouched on the counter.

“I’ll show you.” He mumbles as he walks around the counter to stand behind you, placing his hands on your hips to pull them back against his. “All you gotta do is say the words and I’ll show you.” He whispers, dipping his head down to graze his lips against your neck.

“Sorry, I’m more of an auditory learner, rather you just tell me.” You lie, arching your back to press your ass against him as he chuckles.

You are anything but an auditory learner, but you just want to drag this out a little longer before you shut him down. You just want to feel him a little more before you have to push him away.

“Say the words and I’ll do it however you want me to, doll.” He mumbles, pressing a slow kiss to the most sensitive part of your neck as his right hand slides around to the front of your body.

“Tempting.” You respond, letting your eyes flutter shut as you feel his hand sliding over the front of your shirt.

His fingers slip under your shirt, running his hands over your bare skin for no reason other than the fact that he loves the way it feels. You feel his lips curl into a smirk against your neck, slowly rocking your hips against his as he continues to coast his hand down your torso.

You hum in pleasure as he starts to suck a soft mark on your neck. You almost forget what’s happening, but his fingertips toying with the the waistband of your underwear snaps you back to reality.

“Very tempting, but no. You’re going to have to try a lot harder than that Buck.” You mutter, reluctantly pulling his hand away just before he lets it slip between your legs.

He almost had you, not because he was anywhere near breaking you, but because you let yourself get distracted. You almost let him win simply because you forgot you weren’t supposed to.

“You’re not winning this.” He responds as he releases you, stepping back from your body before walking back up the stairs.

“Have fun with your hand!” You yell out, smirking to yourself as you hear him tell you to fuck off before hearing the bathroom door shut.

The second you hear the shower turn on, you realize that’s exactly what he’s about to do. For some reason you have an overwhelming urge to stop him from doing so.

So you quickly finish your cereal and rinse your bowl before taking off up the stairs. You stand outside the bathroom door, making sure he’s actually in the shower before you open the door. As quietly as possible you walk into the room, leaving the door open behind you as you pull your clothes off.

“Having fun?” You whisper his words from last night as you climb into the shower behind him, hearing a frustrated groan come from his lips at your words.

You stand on your tiptoes, peaking over his shoulder to see him doing exactly what you thought he would be. With a small smirk you place your hand on his arm, giving it a gentle tug until he turns to face you. There’s an agitated but lustful look on his face as he glares down at you, watching you force him to let go of his cock.

“What are you doing?” He grumbles as you push past him, your chest brushing against his as you do.

You stand under the water, letting it wash over your body before you bend over to squirt some of your shampoo in your hair. As you turn back to face him you give him a small shrug, lathering your hands together before scrubbing your scalp with the shampoo.

“Showering, I think.” You tell him after you finish shampooing your hair, closing your eyes as you lean your head back to rinse your scalp.

“I don’t think that’s what you want.” He responds as you feel his hand sliding up your side, erupting your skin in a mess of goosebumps at the gentle touch.

“You’re right. It’s not.” You respond, running your hands over your face as you open your eyes and look back at him, seeing he’s much closer now than he was before.

“And what is it that you want, doll?” He questions, arching an eyebrow at you as you step out from under the stream of water, resulting in you being even closer to him.

“A bath.” You answer with a smug smirk, tilting your head back to look up at him as you notice the hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“I don’t think that’s what you’re here for either, is it?” He coaxes you, using his light hold on your waist to turn your body and push you against the shower wall.

“What am I here for then?” You whisper, boldly staring up at him as you slide your hands over his chest and around the back of his neck.

“Me.” He responds with a cocky smirk, licking his bottom lip as he watches you roll your eyes.

He’s not wrong. That’s exactly why you’re here. You came up here with plans to stop him from getting himself off, but you knew what you really wanted. Him. To see him, to touch him, hoping maybe you two could have a part two of last night, or maybe he would finally cave.

You needed him more and more the longer you had to hold out. Even though you had just gotten off last night, you needed more, you were sure you wouldn’t be fully satisfied until you had him.

“You’re still just as desperate, aren’t you?” He whispers, gently nudging your legs apart with his knee as his hands hold your hips.

“No.” You lie straight through your teeth, your breathing picking up under his intense gaze, making it almost impossible for you to act unbothered.

“No?” He repeats, a sarcastic chuckle leaving his lips as he looks down at your body. “I don’t believe you.”

He bends his knee, pushing his thigh between your legs but not actually letting it touch you. It’s so close to your pussy that he can feel the heat radiating off of it, but he doesn’t touch you. He wants to see just how much he can make you squirm.

“Do you want to know what I think?” He whispers, hooking his finger under your chin to tilt your head back.

“No.” You reply weakly, begging him with your eyes as you look up at him.

He smirks at the look on your face, loving how needy you look in this moment. He brushes his thumb against your lips before leaning down and pressing a slow, soft kiss to them.

“I think,” He mutters against your lips, pressing another kiss to them, this time with a little more force. “I think you got a little taste last night and now you’re addicted, aren’t you?”

He grabs hold of your jaw, much like the way you held his jaw yesterday morning, as he pulls back just enough to look down at you. You can’t help the submissive look in your eyes, or the desperate look on your face, or the way your back is arching off the wall in an attempt to find some sort of relief from the ache between your legs.

“Look at that, so fucking desperate and I never even touched you.” He whispers, running his tongue along your bottom lip as you let out a frustrated groan. “I bet you need it already, probably been thinking about it since last night haven’t you, doll?”

“Fuck you.” You groan in response, frustrated with his condescending teasing, especially since he’s right.

You were in fact addicted, the little sample of pleasure you got last night was enough to get you hooked. You couldn’t stop thinking about him, even directly after the two of you finished you were thinking about him. You haven’t had a pure thought in hours.

You were desperate, you were always desperate for him. You had wanted him for so long, and after last night, it only intensified the craving you had for him. You needed him and so many ways, more ways than you could ever imagine.

“Oh, I’d love to. I’m sure this pretty little cunt is just aching for it, but you’ve gotta say the words if you want that.” He whispers, a sadistic smirk on his lips as he trails his fingers just above your pussy, earning a quiet whine from you as your hips buck up. “I should’ve known a desperate little thing like you would get addicted so easy. I thought you had more restraint than this, doll.” He taunts, smirking as he continues to trace slow shapes along the front of your pussy, loving the needy reactions he’s getting from you.

His words both piss you off and turn you on even further, the ache between your legs almost as intense as it was last night.

“Says the one who can’t keep his hands off me.” You bite back, clutching on to that last little bit of dominance left in your body, refusing to fully submit to him just yet.

He smirks, grazing his lips against yours as he slides his hand back to your hip. He lifts his knee, gently pushing your hips down to meet his thigh. You can’t stop the audible sigh that leaves your lips as you tilt your head back, wanting to move your hips but being held still by his strong hand.

“Darling, I’ve been addicted to this fucking body of yours for years. You’re the one pretending you’re not.” He whispers against your lips, ending his sentence with a rough kiss that has you gasping into his mouth. “If you’re not desperate then don’t move.” He tells you, releasing his tight hold on your hip and placing his hand on the wall beside your head.

You glare up at him, knowing damn well you do not have that kind of restraint. Especially not when he’s standing in front of you, naked, hard cock on full show, pushing his thigh against you as hard as he can, basically begging you to move.

“This isn’t fair.” You breathe out, a small pout gracing your lips as you look up at him.

“I never was one to play fair, was I, doll?” He smirks, tracing your jawline with his thumb before pressing his lips against the soft skin.

He kisses along your jaw, slow and tender, as if he’s trying to taste every inch of your skin. When he reaches your neck, you tilt your head, letting out a quiet whimper as he starts to leave rougher kisses to the skin. You squeeze your eyes shut, taking deep breaths to try and focus all your energy on not moving and not on the pressure on your clit begging you move just a little bit.

“This doesn’t count.” You mutter, gently adjusting your position so that you can slip your hand in between your bodies. Bucky lets out a confused hum, pulling his face away from your neck just as you wrap your hand around his cock.

“Oh- fuck.” He lets out a shocked sigh, letting his jaw fall slack as he watches you smear his precum across his tip before pumping him so slow it’s almost torturous.

You smirk at his sudden loss of dominance, taking the opportunity to roll your hips against his thigh. A sigh of relief leaves your lips as you grind down against his thigh, not even noticing that he’s watching you like a fucking tv show.

“This doesn’t count?” He mutters between breaths, you follow his gaze to your hand and quickly shake your head, hoping he’s thinking the same thing as you.

“Nope. New rule. Nothing but sex counts as losing. Just made it.” You ramble out, whimpering as he pulls his thigh away.

A tiny smirk plays on his lips as he looks down at you, “And you say you’re not desperate.”

You roll your eyes at his words, smirking back at him as he presses a slow kiss to your lips. He slips his hand between your legs as he kisses you, purposely teasing your clit so that he can hear your little whimper again.

He slowly circles his fingers on your clit as you stroke him. The two of you intently watch each other, trying to figure out what the other likes and what gets the most reaction. You take note of every little reaction, figuring out he moans every time you stroke up his cock.

You twist your hand around his tip, earning a raspy moan from him as the teasing sensation. He slowly eases two fingers into you, wanting to take his time memorizing the way you feel.

“Oh God-“ You moan out, tilting your head back as he pushes his fingers as deep as they’ll go before curling them at just the right angle.

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[slutt4lovee]

scrapped work 2

𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒 - 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 - 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 - 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!Reader

word count: 5536

warnings: like pre-smut, kissing, bucky has memory loss, scarrification? (idk man, reader and bucky have each others initials scarred on each other), a touch of possessiveness because...well, i'm me, maybe a touch of angst, idk what else to put.

summary: two scrapped pieces from my one shot rescue.

a/n: this is, i think, technically two seperate scrapped pieces from the one shot, rescue, but they also kind of seem like one piece. it's been so long since i wrote rescue that i cannot remember. umm, i actually hate this piece with a passion but i'm trying to post some of my scrapped/deleted works to maybe try and get some inspiration. I hope someone enjoys it.

It’s been 2 months and he still doesn’t remember you that much. He remembers you as a person, but not the relationship the two of you had or what you meant to each other. He says he has memories of you but none of them make any sense, like pieces of a puzzle that need to be put together.

Your relationship feels almost exactly the same as it did before he disappeared, except it’s strictly platonic now. He feels the same.

It hurts more now than it did when you only saw him every couple days. Now you’re around him 24/7 desperate to touch him and kiss him and tell him you love him but he doesn’t remember you.

He’s remembered Steve, and his parents, and Steve’s family, and some of their friends from the military, the parts right after he got captured. But not you. He can’t seem to remember you. Not for lack of trying either, he’s asked questions and you’ve told countless stories but nothing seems to help. He even let you kiss him once but he said it felt like kissing a stranger which felt like a knife being stabbed into your heart but because that’s not what it felt like to you.

You’re almost at the point of giving up.

Maybe they did something to the memories of you, made them harder to recover or something. Maybe he doesn’t want to remember you. Maybe you just weren’t as significant to him as you thought you were.

Maybe you should just leave it and pretend you never had a relationship in the first place. Just stay friends. It’d probably be easier for him.

“I knew you before the war right?” He asks randomly, breaking your spiraling thoughts as you turn to look at him.

You can vaguely see his outline in the dark to tell he’s looking at you as well.

“Yeah, I met you through Steve.” You answer quietly, smiling to yourself at the memories of the three of you hanging out before everything went to shit.

“And that was how long ago?” He asks, you know what he’s really meaning but you tell him the answer anyway. He gives a confused hum before the room goes quiet again. “Why do you look the same as you do in my memories if it was so long ago? Shouldn’t you be old and wrinkly?” He blurts out, earning a quiet laugh from you at his wording.

“The same way you and Steve still look the same.” You answer after a few seconds, nervously biting the inside of your cheek as he stays silent.

“When…when did you do it?” He mumbles as you hear him shifting in the bed.

“Um….shortly after the two of you disappeared. Mine is a little bit different, it’s an incredibly long story. We can talk about it later.” You hesitantly tell him, not really wanting to get into the specifics of how it happened to you as well.

“Hm…I don’t- do you have any pictures of us?” He asks as he shuffles in the bed some more, making you squint your eyes to try and see what he’s doing.

“Uhh…yeah, actually I do.” You answer with a shocked laugh as you sit up on the couch. “Can you turn the light on?” You ask and almost immediately he does.

You stand up walking over to the go bag that’s tucked under one of the floorboards. Once you’ve gotten the bag out, you quickly walk back over to him and sit down next to him on the mattress. You open the bag, digging through it to pull out the book you’ve been carrying around with you since the 40s.

“What is that?” Bucky asks with a hint of disgust in his voice as he looks over the ratty book.

“Shut up.” You scoff as you hand it to him and roll your eyes.

He stares down at it, furrowing his brows in confusion as he traces his fingers up and down the spine. The book is falling apart with how much it’s been through, but you still carry it with you, you’ve never not taken it somewhere. It’s the only thing of his that you have. The only pictures that you have. This is it, the only physical evidence of your relationship.

“This is mine.” He whispers, almost like a question as he tilts his head to look up at you, still running his fingers over the tattered spine.

“Yeah…you were making it for me before you left.” You respond with a small smile, scooting a little bit closer to him as he looks back down at the book. “Open it.” You whisper as he traces his fingers around the cover of the book as if he’s scared to open it.

He hesitantly opens the cover, revealing both of your names written on the front page, in his handwriting, along with the date that he started making this. May 24, 1943.

Just before he deployed.

His brows twitch together as he looks over the page, tracing his fingers over the names before turning the page. The first picture is of you, him, and Steve shortly after you met. You weren’t doing anything of importance in the picture but your mom wanted to take a picture to capture the moment for some reason.

You're glad she did now.

January 30, 1935 - You may not have known it, but I liked you already. How could I not?

“I remember this.” He says as he taps the picture, tilting his head to look at me with a small smile.

“Yeah?” You ask, prompting him to dig a little deeper than just the picture and tell you something about that day.

“Yeah. I spilled my drink on you and Steve was so scared that you were going to be mad at me, but you weren’t. You just offered me another one.” He tells you, an excited tilt to his voice as he looks back down at the picture.

“I was nervous.” You tell him as he examines the picture, you can clearly see the nerves written all over your face, it’s impossible not to see it.

“I think I was too.” He responds, running his fingers over the written words before looking over at the next page.

The next picture was the 3 of you celebrating Bucky’s birthday. You were a little closer to Bucky than Steve in this picture, but still simply friends, despite the fact that you were already obsessed with the man. There was a huge smile on Bucky’s face, his arm was draped over your shoulder, yours was over Steve’s shoulder, and Steve’s was around your waist. There was a beer in Bucky’s hand, but you remember he was giving it to you.

March 10, 1935 - You looked so beautiful. I didn’t even care that it was my birthday, I just wanted to spend time with you.

You’ve read the words so many times you could recite them to Bucky without even looking but they still manage to make your heart flutter every time. It reminds you just how much you actually did mean to him, whether he remembers it or not.

“You tried to kiss me.” He mutters as he furrows his brows at the picture, tilting his head a bit as if he’s confused.

You’ve never spoken about this- you weren’t even sure he remembered it, you were both drunk off your asses. Getting rejected by him was the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever experienced.

“You were drunk.” He states as if you weren’t there as well.

“So were you.” You respond, arching an eyebrow as he shakes his head and turns the page.

“No, that’s why I didn’t kiss you then. Because we were drunk.” He says as he looks over the next picture, furrowing his brows as if he’s trying to decipher some hidden clue. “I don’t remember this.” He says as he points at the picture of the 3 of you at Steve’s birthday party, similar to the previous picture but both boys holding a beer.

“You were incredibly drunk.” You tell him, smiling a little bit as you read the words.

July 4, 1935 - I asked you on a date, I was drunk, you deserved better than that but I’m glad you said yes.

He lets out a disappointed hum before continuing on through the book. Telling you he remembers your first date, your first kiss, the first time he said he loves you, and most of the events in the pictures. He may only remember small details from the pictures, but he remembers them.

“You kissed me first.” He says as he shuts the book and hands it back to you.

“95% of the time, yes.” You answer as you carefully place the book back into the bag and stand up to put the bag away.

“You said you loved me first.” He states, watching you as you bend over to put the bag back into the floorboard.

“I did. Yeah.” You respond, giving him a confused look as you walk back over to the couch and sit down.

“So…” He starts, pausing for a second as he looks up at you, opening and shutting his mouth as if he’s trying to find the right words.

But you’re pretty sure you know what he’s asking.

“Technically you but it was pretty equal.” You answer with a small shrug, pulling your knees to your chest and resting your chin on your knees.

He lays back down on the mattress and stares up at the ceiling, not even questioning how you knew what he was asking. You smile to yourself a little bit as you watch him, looking over every inch of his body as if you don’t see him every day.

“Can you come back down here?” He mutters awkwardly, keeping his eyes on the ceiling as he asks.

You don’t respond, you just silently slide off the couch and crawl over to him, laying down on your back next to him. It doesn’t really matter why he asked you to come down there, you’d do it in a heartbeat, a million times over, just to be close to him. It doesn’t matter if the two of you are touching, just being close to him feels good.

But obviously you’d prefer the more affectionate route if you had to choose.

Just laying next to him is enough for now though, it feels infinitely better than laying on the couch. You were less than 10 feet away from him every night, but it felt so much farther.

It felt like sleeping miles apart, on separate continents, so close and yet still unreachable. Just barely out of your reach.

It hurt going to sleep so close to him every night, it felt like every fiber of your being was screaming for him, begging to touch him and feel him like you’ve been dying to for over 70 years.

But he wasn’t ready and you were worried that if you pushed him too soon then you’d never get him back. And you needed him back.

“You’re upset.” Bucky mutters, interrupting the peaceful silence the two of you had been laying in for the last couple minutes.

If it were anyone else, you’d lie and tell them you weren’t upset. But it’s Bucky and as much as you want to lie, you can’t, you never have been able to lie to him.

“Mm,” You hum, glancing over at him to see him staring up at the ceiling like he does every night. “I miss you.” The words spill out of your mouth before you can stop them, but for some reason you don't regret them.

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes as his brows twitch together. You palms itch to touch him, but you don't, not wanting to push him any more than you already have tonight.

“I know, I’m trying.” He responds quietly, opening his eyes to give you an apologetic look that makes your heart ache. He looks so confused by whatever is going on inside his brain, it almost looks like it’s causing him physical pain.

You can’t stop yourself, as soon as you see how upset he looks, you reach your hand out to touch him. You gently place your hand on his cheek, stroking your thumb against the light stubble that's grown in as you flash him a sympathetic smile.

“You’re doing amazing, Buck.” You whisper, scooting a little bit closer to him so that your foreheads are almost touching. He squeezes his eyes shut and presses his face into your hand, sucking in a sharp breath as if your touch has hurt him in some way.

You go to pull your hand away from his reaction, but he wraps his hand around your wrist and forces your hand to stay firmly in place on his cheek. He looks in pain from your touch but that's when you realize this is probably the first bit of affection anyone has shown him since he was taken. He’s probably even more touch starved than you are.

“I’m just happy you’re here. That’s all that matters.” You tell him, continuing to stroke your thumb across his cheek.

His grip is tight around your wrist, tight enough to leave bruises, he probably doesn’t realize he’s hurting you but there’s no way you’re ruining this moment to tell him. It doesn’t even hurt that bad anyway.

You’d lay here all night like this if he wanted you to, just to make him feel a little bit better.

***

“You love me?” He whispers as the two of you lay next to each other on the mattress, staring up at the ceiling like every night for the past week.

He asked you to lay with him for the first time last week after neither of you could sleep. It was random and he never explained why he wanted you to but you did it without question. You just wanted to be close to him. Sleeping separately felt like sleeping in two separate countries and if platonically sleeping in the same bed was the best you could get, you gladly take it.

Now he’s asked you to lay with him every night since the first time, and you do it everytime without hesitation. You think he just likes having someone near him but really he craves you around him just like you crave him. He just doesn’t know how to explain the feeling.

“More than you could ever imagine.” You answer without hesitation, a small smile playing on your lips as the memories of the two of you play through your mind.

He’s done well this past week. Looking at the photo album really helped him, he still says everything feels fuzzy when it comes to you but every day it gets a little clearer and he remembers a little more.

“You stole that from me.” He replies with a smug smirk as he turns his face to look at you.

“Shut up.” You scoff, rolling your eyes at him as you turn your head to look back at him. His smirk has turned into an adoring smile that you haven’t seen in years, his eyes flicking over your face as if he’s trying to memorize every single little detail.

You don’t know whether your stomach should be a mess of butterflies or if your heart should be hurting. On one hand he’s admiring you in a way he hasn’t since before he left for the war. On the other, he’s taking in every single detail like he’s never going to see you again.

It hurts and feels good all at the same time.

“You want to know something I remembered today?” He asks as you give him a small nod, unable to stop the smile from spreading on your face as he grins at you. “You have a scar…” He starts to say, trailing off as his left hand reaches the hem of your shirt.

“Bucky?” You mutter, your voice coming out much more breathless than you intended as his fingers slip under your shirt.

You know exactly which scar he’s looking for, but you weren’t expecting him to go searching for it with his bare hands. The feeling of the metal fingers against your torso, slowly pushing your shirt up, shouldn't be making you so nervous, but it is. It’s making your heart beat so fast and loud that you’re sure he can hear it.

There is no way he can’t.

“Right here.” He whispers, brushing his fingers against the scars just under your breast as he pushes your shirt up so that he can see it. You suck in a sharp breath as his fingertip traces the scars, watching a subtle smirk spread on his lips as he traces over his initials. “Now why would you let me do that?” He asks as he looks back up at your face, condescendingly raising his eyebrow at you as you stare over at him.

This isn’t how you were expecting the night to go at all. You figured it would go like every other night. You’d lay with him, talking about your past for a little bit, and then one of you would fall asleep.

But no, Bucky apparently had other ideas.

“You don’t remember?” You ask, a little bit of a taunting tone to your voice as he drops his hand from your stomach, but leaves the scar exposed so he can see it.

“Oh I remember.” He answers, arching an eyebrow at you before turning his head to look back up at the ceiling. “Very vividly in fact.” He adds on, earning a small smirk from you as you process the fact that he just silently remembered that night and didn’t say anything about it.

It was an eventful night to say the least. It was the night before he left and you two naturally had to make the most of it and make it memorable since neither of you knew when you would see the other again. Previously the sex the two of you had was rather tame, given the time, there wasn’t much else going on. But that night, it wasn’t tame at all, at least for its time.

You had to cover up your neck for weeks after he left because of the marks he left. All the other marks were covered by your everyday clothes but those. It was embarrassing, your mom was ready to send the fucking cops after him when she saw.

You came out of it scarred with his initials which just wasn’t something people did back then. But Bucky being the possessive little shit he is, wanted to make sure anyone who ever saw you without your shirt on knew you belonged to him.

It was a very memorable night that you have literally never forgotten. It’s probably the only reason you’ve been able to not fuck any other guys after all these years.

“Did you remember this?” You start, rolling over onto your side to look at him as he rolls his eyes but keeps his attention focused on the ceiling.

You carefully place your hand over the waistband of his sweatpants, watching his reaction before moving on. He glances over at you for a second, his brow furrowed together as you hook your finger under his waistband and slowly start running it back and forth.

“What are you doing?” He asks as you slide your finger over to his left hip.

You don’t respond, keeping your attention focused on his reactions as you gently hook your finger under the waistband of his boxers before tugging just the side down to reveal his hip. He sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes focused on your hand as you pull the pants lower until his scar is exposed.

With a small smirk on your lips you brush your fingers against the scar of your initials on his left hip. It’s small, much smaller than his, but you didn’t want it to be too visible so he didn’t get judged while he was in the army.

Having someone’s initials scarred on your body wasn’t really common practice in the 40s.

“Still there.” You whisper to yourself as you trace over your initials with your fingertip.

You feel a smirk tugging at your lips and you can’t stop it. For some reason seeing your initials still scarred on his body, after all these years and everything he’s been through, is oddly satisfying. It makes you feel like he’s still just as much yours as you are his.

“That scar makes a lot more sense now.” He mumbles as you look up at him, your fingers still tracing his skin.

“What does it mean?” You ask innocently, tilting your head as he gives you a confused look.

He looks down at the scar again, almost like he’s checking to make sure you’re tracing the right one. When he looks back up at you he raises an eyebrow at you, because he knows you know exactly what it means. It’s your initials, you did it. You just want to see if he remembers.

“What does yours mean?” He asks you, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as you roll your eyes at him.

“I asked you first.” You reply back as you pull your hand away from his hip, placing it on the mattress beside him as you push yourself closer to him.

He turns his head to look directly into your eyes, putting his lips less than a few centimeters away from yours. The temptation to just lean in and kiss him is there, but you need him to make the move, it needs to be his decision. His eyes are rapidly flicking between your lips and your eyes, only making the temptation stronger, and you find yourself leaning in closer.

“But since you really want to know, it means that you, James Bucky Barnes, own me.” You whisper, placing your hand gently on his cheek as you speak. “I’m yours Buck, ‘til the end of the line.”

He inhales sharply at your words, his eyes looking over every inch of your face as your thumb strokes over his cheek. He places his right hand over yours, slowly running his fingers down to grab hold of your wrist. He opens his mouth for a second but instead of responding he shoves your wrist away from him and pushes you onto your back.

Just as fast as he’s pushed you over, he’s on top of you and his lips are on yours. You kiss him back before your brain even realizes what’s happening, your body just automatically gives into him the second his lips touch yours.

Somehow in the two seconds it took for him to get on top of you, he also managed to get between your legs, which obviously wouldn’t have taken much work. Your legs are bent on either side of his hips, your feet planted on the bed as you push your legs even farther apart.

He doesn’t hesitate to slip his tongue into your mouth as his left hand slides down the outside of your thigh, his right hand pressing into the mattress beside your head to hold himself up. Your hands grip onto the back of his neck, your left hand tangling into his hair as he kisses you.

The kiss is desperate and messy, clearly something the two of you have been needing. Completely different from the awkward, empty kiss the two of you shared just last week. It feels like you’re kissing a completely different person now.

It feels like Bucky.

His tongue flicks against yours and you swear you turn into a puddle underneath him. Your stomach is a mess of butterflies and need as you try to pull him as close as physically possible. He allows you to pull him closer, lowering himself down to rest his weight on his elbow. He couldn’t get any closer unless he just laid on top of you but somehow you still want him closer.

You feel his left hand slide down the outside of your thigh, sliding over your hip before slipping it under your shirt. His tongue slips over yours as his hand glides over your skin, being as gentle as he can as he pushes your shirt up.

When his hand reaches your scar and he doesn’t stop you’re reminded of just how desperate you really are right now. His hand keeps pushing up past your scar, pushing your shirt over your chest as he lets his hand brush over your sports bra.

If this goes any further there’s no way you’re going to have the self control to stop him. And he’s not ready for this yet, he barely remembered you just 10 minutes ago. It wouldn’t be right for you to let it go further no matter how bad either of you wants it.

Despite you having decided that you needed to put a stop to this, your body wasn’t going along with the plan. Your arms lift above your head as he pulls your shirt off your body, your back arching to help him.

He places his right hand flat against the middle of your chest and pushes you down against the mattress. With his hand against your chest he pushes himself back just enough to get a good look at your body, trailing his eyes down your torso so slow that it feels like he’s studying you.

You’re not usually shy about your body especially in moments like this, but something about the look in his eyes as he rakes them over every exposed inch of your skin has your heart racing faster than usual. It’s obvious he can feel it, there’s no way he wouldn’t be able to with his hand on your chest like that but the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips makes it perfectly clear he knows what he’s doing.

His hand leaves your chest, trailing down your torso. He teasingly hooks his finger into the top of your sports bra and pulls it down to reveal some of your cleavage before letting the material snap back into place.

You stare up at him, trying your best to look calm despite the mess of desperation swirling in your stomach. But there’s no real way to look calm when your heart is racing, your breathing so fast it looks like you just finished walking up 7 flights of stairs, and your face is as flushed as the first time you kissed Bucky.

“You look exactly the same, but yet so fucking different at the same time.” He says as he runs his hand down the center of your stomach.

He looks up at your face as his hand travels even lower towards the small gap between your belly-button and the waistband of your shorts. When he tilts his head to the side and gently digs his fingernails into the sensitive skin, lightly scratching your stomach, you can’t help the sharp inhale you’re forced to take as your stomach muscles tense beneath his hands

This needs to stop now, you can feel yourself clinging on to what tiny bit of resolve you have left and it’s not going to withstand much else. You’ve been over 70 years without dick, you don’t have that much restraint.

“Somehow I think you got hotter.” He whispers as his fingers reach the waistband of your shorts.

You expected him to stop there, and he does but not until after he hooks his fingers under the fabric and rests his hand against the front of your shorts, just centimeters away from where you’re aching for him. He keeps his hand in the same spot as he sinks back onto his knees between your legs to get an even better view of you.

“Why so quiet, doll?” He asks you, a cocky smirk on his lips as he arches an eyebrow down at you.

You can feel your resolve slipping away just at the use of that nickname. It stirs something deep inside you, like desperation and need mixed together and multiplied times 20.

Every part of your body aches for him now, even more than it did before. You don’t just crave his presence anymore, you need him, in his entirety, just how you had him on that last night. You need him to fuck you and leave you sore and marked for days, you need to tell him he’s yours and your his in the best way you know how.

You don’t just need it, you want it, you crave it, you feel like without it you might not be able to function properly. Although the goal is to not be able to function properly if you do get it.

As much as you need him you can’t shake the feeling that this is wrong. It’s clear he wants this to, you can see it and feel it, he’s made it obvious. But it feels wrong to fuck someone who can’t remember you when you remember everything.

Your mind is wiped completely blank, all resolve thrown out the window and shredded to bits as you feel his warm tongue pressing against your skin just above your shorts. Both of his hands are on your thighs now, holding onto your legs as he presses a slow, tender kiss to your stomach. You push yourself up onto your elbows to watch him, inhaling deeply as he nips gently at the skin.

You can feel your stomach clenching at the feeling, only further fueling the desperation between your legs as he looks up at you. His hair tickles your skin as he runs his tongue up your torso, so slow it’s almost like he’s trying to taste you. He occasionally stops to place a slow kiss to your skin, drawing out the teasing even more, as if you weren’t dying for him to touch you already.

He definitely remembers more than just that night. There’s no way he’d know you like this if he only remembered that one night.

When his tongue reaches your neck you find your head automatically turning to the side, your body immediately giving into his touch as his lips work their way across your neck. He leaves slow, wet kisses across the skin, taking his time to work his way up to your sweet spot.

You sigh out a curse word, threading your fingers into his hair as he sucks the sensitive skin into his mouth. He’s clearly trying to leave a mark, but you don’t mind, you want him to.

He shifts his hips, pressing them against yours and breaking any composure you had left as a quiet whimper leaves your lips. Every ounce of shame in your body is gone as if he’s flipped some switch inside you.

You don’t care about anything else, you need him.

Your hands move down to grab the bottom of his shirt, tugging it over his torso as he pulls back from your neck just long enough to let you remove the shirt. You find yourself staring a lot longer than usual admiring his shirtless body as if you’d never seen it before, even though you’ve seen it several times since you saved him.

He was always hot but there’s something about him now that’s just so…arousing. It might be the fact that every one of his god damned muscles is perfectly defined to always be on show whether he’s flexing or not, or the fact that the only visible imperfections you can see on his body are the scars surrounding his metal arm and even those are somehow attractive to you. Maybe it’s some biological thing since he’s so much more muscular now, your body is just destined to be attracted to him. There’s no telling, all you know is that you didn’t think it was possible for you to be more attracted to him than you were before and yet here you are, fawning over his body for the 5th time today.

“Fuck, I missed you.” You whisper, slowly, and a little reluctantly, pulling your eyes away from his torso to look back up at his face.

He doesn’t answer, instead he presses a greedy, passionate kiss to your lips as if he can’t bear to be apart from them another second longer. He groans into the kiss, rolling his hips against yours as his tongue explores your mouth. Your fingers find his hair, tugging gently at his roots as he gently tugs your bottom lip between his teeth.

“I missed you too, doll.” He breathes out against your lips earning a quiet whimper just from the sound of him saying those words. “So fucking much. You have no fucking idea how bad I’ve missed you.” He tells you, pulling back just enough to see your face as he runs his thumb across your cheek.

“Shut up and fuck me before you make me cry Bucky.” You reply softly, smiling up at him as he laughs and rolls his eyes at you.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fic #bucky x y/n #bucky x female reader #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagines #james bucky barnes #nsfw #bucky barns x reader #bucky fanfic #winter soldier #bucky #scrapped work

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the current delay in my writing is i have too damn many WIPs and i cannot for the life of me finish a single fucking one

my fucking notes app is FILLED with so many fucking ideas and it ISNT helping my writers block

#bugtalks #i have severe writers block #but i’m working on it #this isn’t even all of them #i have more WIPs than this #someone help

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unless you literally want to crack open your rib cage and have me crawl inside do NOT flirt with me.

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friends (b.b.)

𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒 - 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 - 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 - 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

word count: 2356

warnings: NO SMUT, just cutesy fluff, maybe just a tiny bit of angst but not really, nothing really to warn about. might be some typos and shit but at this point y'all should be expecting this from my dyslexic ass.

summary: After being friends with Bucky for years, you finally get the confession you've been dreaming of.

Being Bucky's friend isn't really as great as Steve made it seem. Sure, Bucky is caring and funny and fiercely protective of the things and people that he loves. Yes, he's funny and charming and everything good in the world, but he is also arrogant and cocky and so emotionally repressed that you're not even sure he knows what feelings are anymore.

Being Bucky's friend means that you're also the Winter Soldier's best friend and that is a horrible feeling. Not because of the fact that he is the Winter Soldier but more so because the Winter Soldier has a fucking martyr complex. Despite the fact that Bucky is an amazing person who you think encompasses every good aspect of the world, he's an incredible dumbass. Not just a regular dumbass, the kind of fucking idiot that thinks everyone else, everything else is more important than him. The kind of idiotic person that thinks everyone but him is worth saving, the kind who runs head first into danger because he genuinely doesn't care if he lives or dies as long as he saves someone. Bucky is the type of imbecile that would run into a building, knowing it was rigged with explosives just to save a cat.

Bucky may be one of the best people you've ever met, but being his friend is horrible.

It's caring so intensely for someone who doesn't even care about himself. It's not being able to see or even speak to him for weeks or months because he's off on some insanely stupid mission to save the fucking world or something stupid like that. It's him constantly thinking he's some kind of invincible god and you having to remind him over and over and over that he's not. No matter how much he might look like one. It's trying to convince someone that hates his entire fucking existence that he deserves every soft, sappy thing in the world no matter how much he thinks he doesn't.

But worst of all it's being in love with a complete fucking idiot who doesn't even think he's worthy of love. You'd take all the anxiety, the panic, the dread, the crying and worry a million times over if you could just not be in love with that complete fucking dumbass. Or if you could maybe convince him that he deserves all the love in the fucking world.

—

You can't sleep, never can when he's gone. Some stupid romance movie you've seen about a hundred times plays on your tv—a feeble attempt to keep your mind off Bucky. To keep your mind from imagining what he's doing on his mission and all the ways it could go horribly wrong.

It doesn't really work.

It's almost impossible to keep him out of your mind. When you're not worrying about all the ways he could be killed, you're pining after him in the worst fucking way.

Just staring mindlessly at the screen daydreaming about him and the way his clothes always fit just right, just enough to give you a good view of his muscles without being too tight. And the way he looks in his stupidly attractive one armed outfits he wears on missions—which shouldn't be so fucking hot, but it is, it really fucking is. And his lips, just everything about them, their shape, their pretty pink color, the way they look so fucking soft all the god damned time. And that boyish, way too endearing, smirk of his that makes your heart feel like it's about to burst out of your chest. And his hands and the way they feel against your skin, rough calloused fingers with a touch so soft it sends chills down your spine. And—and, God you're so fucking fucked about him.

He's your best friend, really one of your only friends, and yet you can't stop thinking about him doing filthy things—that he would probably never do—to you. It's horrible and dirty and disrespectful but you just can't stop, thinking about Bucky's mouth and if it's really as soft as it looks.

You smell him before you even hear him, woody smoke, and honey, mixed with sweat. You smile softly to yourself as he drops his bag to the ground with a little grunt. Your mind moves slowly, struggling through your lack of sleep to put pieces together. You're clumsily climbing over the back of the couch the second you realize he's really there.

"Bucky," You start to say, stumbling a little at the ungraceful way you dismount from the back of the couch. "What the fuck?" You ask, waving your hands up and down in his general direction.

He's not sure if you're questioning his appearance or his presence...maybe both. You're not really sure either.

"I just got back," He mutters, words dripping with exhaustion as his arms slip lazily around your waist, making you trip over your own feet as he pulls you into his chest.

"You didn't text," You whisper, matching the soft tone of his voice as you slide your arms around his neck, resting your chin on his shoulder.

He doesn't respond right away, he pulls you closer instead, grabbing onto your shirt to keep you there as if you had any plans on letting go. He makes a soft, barely audible noise, as he hides his face in the crook of your neck. His arms are tight around your waist, holding you to him like he's scared you're just gonna disappear and the thought makes your chest ache. You tilt your head, squeezing your eyes shut as your nose presses into the top of his shoulder, your lips just barely touching the leather on his jacket. Your nose floods with his scent, and you find yourself wishing you could capture it and keep it forever. He smells like camping in the summer, like searching for bugs and plants and pretty rocks in the woods, like staring up at the sky and pointing out the prettiest ones.

He smells likehome, warm and cozy and safe.

Slowly it feels like every ounce of worry and dread is leached out of your body. He's home, he's safe, he's here in your arms and nothing else fucking matters. This is the good part, this right here, all the worrying and sleepless nights are worth it just for this feeling. This happy sort of peaceful relief you get every time he comes back safe.

"M'sorry," He mutters after a few seconds, his words muffled in the crook of your neck. "Jus' wanted to get home."

Your stomach twists at that, a giddy sort of feeling floating around in your stomach at his words. He came straight from his mission to you. Didn't stop at his place, didn't go to the compound, he came straight to you. Straight home to you.

"Took ya long enough." You whisper against his shoulder, voice light and teasing as his grip on your shirt tightens.

He doesn't say anything, but you can tell this one must've been rough on him. It's obvious from the way he's clutching your shirt like a lifeline. Holding you to his chest like he thought he'd never see you again, like he's scared to let go. You don't ask him about it, he'll talk when he's ready, but you do hold him just as tight as he holds you. Rub your hands along his back, over his shoulder, up the back of his neck, lingering the softest touches everywhere you can reach because you know it calms him down.

"S'good you came home, you were gone so long I was about to come lookin' for you." You tell him, smiling softly against his neck at the little snort he lets out.

He's quiet for a bit longer, just standing there with his arms around your waist, his hands clutching at your shirt like he's terrifiedyou're going to vanish. After a while he relinquishes your shirt and before you can even think about pulling away, not that you would, his hands are running down to the backs of your thighs.

"M'sorry," He murmurs into your neck, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist like you weigh absolutely nothing. "Came as quick as I could, darlin', didn't even get to shower or anything."

"Did you eat?" You ask softly, holding onto him a little tighter as he hooks his arms back around your waist.

He shakes his head and you start to offer to cook him something while he showers but he's walking in the direction of your bedroom before you can get a single word out. He nudges your bedroom door open with the toe of his boot without saying a word and it makes you frown because Bucky is never silent around you. Talks so damn much you started to think he just liked the sound of his own voice (really he just loved the sound of yours but he's not about to admit something that sappy).

"Do you want to eat?" You ask, voice all soft and sweet in a way that makes his head spin.

He shakes his head again and without even letting go of you, he falls forward onto your bed, sandwiching you between him and your mattress. He's heavy, dense, thick muscle directly on top of you, but you don't complain. You wouldn't dare tell him that he's crushing your fucking chest because then he'd let go and you don't want that.

He settles with his head on your chest, his ear pressed up against the center of it. Listening closely to the sound of your heart like he didn't believe it was real. His hand slips a little under the hem of your shirt but stays resting on your hip as if all he wanted was just to feel your skin.

He's silent for a while, laying so still that you almost think he's fallen asleep. You don't say anything either because what could you possibly say? You could tell him about work or something but you're almost certain he doesn't want to hear that.

"Thought you were dead..." He whispers as he nuzzles his face against the center of your chest. His hands squeeze at your hips and you can't shake the feeling that he's trying to make sure you're real.

You don't really know what to say to that either. You stroke your fingers through his hair and you swear you feel your heart break a little at the pain in his voice.

"God, I thought you were fucking dead..." His voice cracks a little this time and his arms wrap around your waist tight, too tight but you don't say a thing. You're happy to just let him squeeze the life out of you if it makes him feel even a little bit better. "They...they got in my head, made me see things...and all I could think about was that I never got the chance to tell you."

"Tell me what?" You ask and you think your voice comes out a bit strained because he immediately loosens his grip.

"That I'm fucking in love with you," He forces out, voice rough with emotion as he shifts a little so that he's looking down at you.

Your heart fucking stops at his words and all you can do is just stare up at him like a complete fool. Cheeks flushing bright red and eyes wide as you stammer and choke on 16 different failed attempts at speech.

He loves you. No. He's in love with you.

"I thought you were dead and all I could think about was that you didn't know I loved you." He tells you, voice softening some as his eyes scan over your face. "All I wanted to fucking do was hold you and kiss you and just fucking touch you again and I know that's so fucking selfish of me but...fuck."

"You...love me?" Your voice comes out all meek and unsure as you look up at him. You're not even sure if your heart has started beating again because it feels like you could, very well, drop dead at any fucking second.

"Of course I do you fucking idiot." Bucky laughs and the sound is utterly heart wrenching to you. He tries to smile but it just looks so fucking sad that you want to cry.

And maybe he's right and you are a fucking idiot because you can't think of anything to say. You want to tell him you love him too but the words won't come up, they stick in the back of your throat and make you choke. All you can manage is to reach out, grab his face, and pull it down to yours in a pathetic excuse for a kiss.

He kisses you back instantly, taking control of the kiss, somehow calmer than you. His lips are soft and sweet against yours and nowhere near as clunky and uncoordinated as you but he doesn't seem to mind in the slightest. He smiles a little against your near frantic lips, one hand coming up to cradle the side of your face.

It's not your first kiss, not even close, but you're so clumsy with it that it damn near feels like it. He hums against your lips like it's the best damn kiss he's ever had, strokes his thumb over your cheek and laughs when your teeth hit his.

You think he'll pull away, you would if you were him, but he doesn't. If anything he kisses you a bit harder, trying to take control of the kiss and guide your lips to work with his and it works wonders, you practically melt into it. He makes a soft, pleased sound in the back of his throat when you finally relax and then his tongue slides over your bottom lip and you melt all over again.

You've never been the biggest fan of tongue kissing, it's always just so wet and slimy and forceful. But there's something about the way Bucky's tongue slides so so softly across your bottom lip that has you parting your lips without a second thought. And you don't fucking regret it at all.

It doesn't feel all slimy and gross like you're used to. His tongue is soft and wet and there's a faint hint of sweet mint as he kisses you. One of his hands squeezes at your waist under your shirt and he fucking groans like kissing you is the best thing he's ever experienced.

He kisses you until you're both breathless, until your lips are raw and swollen and slick with spit.

His forehead presses against yours and his voice comes out all hoarse and raspy as he says, "Fuck, I could kiss you for fucking ever,"

You laugh at that and the noise is so soft and sweet that it makes his breath hitch. You flutter your eyes open, thumbs stroking at the side of his neck as you look up at his flushed face.

"I love you too," You whisper and God, the way he smiles sends a jolt of warm heat through your body. "I didn't say it earlier, but I do. I really fucking do."

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fic #bucky x y/n #bucky x female reader #bucky x you #bucky x reader #fluff #bucky fluff #light angst #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagines #bucky fanfic #the winter soldier

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selfish boy - pt. 2 (b.b. & s.r.)

𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒 - 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 - 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 - 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

pairing: bucky barnes x steve rogers x fem!reader

word count: 8016

warnings: SMUT, MMF threesome, poly relationship, sub!reader/bucky, dom!steve, unprotected sex, creampies, oral (m+f), praise (as always), overstimulation, a smidge of praise, fingering, handjobs, bi!bucky, bi!steve, mentions of reader being used (idk what that kink is called). petnames used for reader: honey, princess, sweetheart, and i think baby.

summary: after being apart from your boys for so long they've missed you a lot but you have way too much work to do.

When the people at your work had caught wind of you and Steve dating, they stopped sending you out together so that there was never a conflict of interest on a mission. You were simultaneously thankful and pissed off about it. On the one hand, you could remain blissfully ignorant to Steve’s idiotic heroics, but on the other, you almost never got to see him. If you were home he was most likely gone and vice versa, so you really didn’t blame Steve for messing around with Bucky—hell, you’d thought about it yourself more than once.

You used to do most of your missions with Bucky—who wasn’t allowed to work with Steve either. But now your bosses have started to notice some…suspicious behaviors amongst you, Steve, and Bucky. They noticed all the lingering touches, the longing stares, the incredibly fucking obvious flirting amongst the three of you. And in an excess of caution, they stopped sending Bucky with you too.

You wouldn’t have minded so much if it didn’t mean that now you hardly saw either of them. 

This was the first time that the three of you had been home at the same time in weeks, maybe even months. 

You had only just gotten back from a two week long mission a few days ago and both of them were gone before you left. Steve got back from his ‘extended trip’ not but about a day or two before you and Bucky got back from his just after you left. All that to say, this is the first time you’ve physically seen the pair of them in a while and of fucking course, you were drowning in paperwork.

It fucking sucked. A lot. 

All you wanted was to spend time with them, you wanted to devote your complete attention to them and you just couldn’t. You had ‘responsibilities’ and stupid shit like that. 

The closest you could get to spending time with them was sitting on the floor, doing paperwork at your coffee table while Steve and Bucky get to snuggle up on the couch together. You hated it. Not just because you were feeling left out but because they were insanely distracting.

Always touching each other (and you) whenever they could, watching their stupid movies too loud because they don’t believe in proper hearing protection. And talking, so much fucking talking about everything. As much as you loved it usually, you were really trying to get your work done and they were just not helping. 

You could hear them whispering to each other, Bucky’s little soft laughter and something akin to scolding from Steve. You huff out an aggravated sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose as you stare at the blank form on your computer screen. You just wanted to finish your work and they were making it impossible.

“Honey,” Steve sighs and you can hear him moving behind you but you don't look. You need to focus. “You’re so stressed.”

“Take a break,” Bucky chimes in and before you can even formulate a denial there’s warm hands on your shoulders, squeezing and kneading at your tense muscles.

“Steve…” You try to say it like a warning but it comes out more like an encouragement. “I’m busy.”

“Been busy all day, take a break.” Steve tells you, more of a command than a suggestion this time. 

Since the whole thing with Bucky went down, dynamics between you and Steve have…changed, to say the least. Before, you were always the dominant one and you didn’t want it any other way. But then you saw the way Steve was with Bucky and let's just say…you were curious. 

At first you weren’t the biggest fan of it, but after a little experimentation you found it wasn’t so bad. You’re still the dominant one about 98% of the time but sometimes, Steve will catch you in the right headspace and you’ll just melt like putty in his hands.

This is one of those times.

“Got so much work to do,” You try to protest but you’re already leaning back into his touch, making soft little sounds as his thumbs press into the tight muscles of your shoulders.

“Do it later,” This time the coaxing comes from Bucky and you feel the cold metal of his hand pulling yours from your laptop so he can shut it for you.

“Come on,” Steve practically coos, thumbs sliding up to rub at the back of your neck. “Bucky’s missed you so much baby, you’re not gonna neglect him any longer, are you?” Fuck, Steve is manipulative. 

“I’m not…” You sigh out, tilting your head back into Steve’s touch as your eyes flutter shut. “M’not trying to.” 

“No, I know baby,” Steve soothes, thumbs rubbing circles at the tense muscles at the base of your skull. He leans down and you feel his lips pressing against the side of your head, just above your ear. “I know you’re not trying to but you’ve been home for days and you’ve barely given him any attention. You know he gets needy.” Steve whispers, lips quirking into a little smirk at the little whiny noise Bucky makes at his words.

“I know, I’m just…I’m busy,” You whine, turning your head to look back at Steve.

“I know princess, you are so busy,” Bucky murmurs, running his fingers along your jaw to turn your attention to him. “I just missed you.”

“Missed you too, Buck.” You whisper, eyes going all soft as his hand cradles your jaw. 

You’re aware that you’ve been neglecting them a little and you hated it. You weren’t meaning to, you want nothing more that to give them every ounce of your attention but you really are just so fucking busy. The boys probably had just as much paperwork as you but they just ignored it in favor of spending time together. They were valuable assets, they had powers and skills you didn’t, they didn’t have to work as hard as you did to keep their spots on the team. They had the luxury of pushing off their work for each other, you didn’t.

“C’mon pretty baby,” Steve sighs, sliding his hands under your shoulders and pulling you up onto the couch before you can protest. “You’re thinking too much.” 

“Yeah, gotta shut off the pretty head of yours.” Bucky agrees, letting his hand fall from your face as Steve tugs you up into his lap.

“Menaces,” You huff out, rolling your eyes affectionately as Steve positions you on his lap with your thighs spread over his. “Both of you.”

Steve shushes you, pressing his lips to your temple as his hands run down your sides. You let your head fall back onto his shoulder, gaze flicking down to meet Bucky’s where he kneels between yours and Steve’s legs. He smirks back up at you, a knowing look in his eyes as he watches you practically melt against Steve.

You know you shouldn’t, you should tell them to fuck off and get back to your work but they were just so fucking convincing. Not that it really took much effort to convince you anyway. You never could deny them anything, not for long at least.

Steve’s hands slip between your legs, pressing his palms against the soft flesh of your inner thighs to spread your legs a little more. Your legs drape on either side of his, forced open by his hands and his thighs and honestly, you aren’t complaining even if it hurts a little. 

You had a habit of walking around in a t-shirt, usually about three sizes too big, and your underwear and nothing else and Steve plans to take full advantage of your attire. He nudges your shirt up until it's bunched up around your hips and Bucky gets a clear shot between your legs, already practically drooling at the sight. 

Steve mutters something against your neck but you don't hear it, too lost in the way Bucky’s looking up at you from between your legs. He doesn’t touch but you can tell he wants to, you’d let him if you were the one in charge right now. But you’re not, Steve is, and Steve has a track record of being just a bit meaner than you are. 

“Are you even listening?” Steve chuckles, nipping at the little spot where your neck and shoulder meet to try and get your attention.

“Not really,” You answer honestly, shifting your hips a little to lean back against Steve’s chest. 

“Still thinking too much, huh princess?” Bucky asks, teasing and cocky in the way he always is, the way you love. He smirks and tilts his head, meeting your gaze with an impossibly arrogant look in his eyes for someone kneeling on the ground.

“She never stops thinking,” Steve mutters and you can’t see it but you think he shares a little smirk with Bucky.

They’re talking about you like you’re not even here and…you hate to admit it but it’s kind of hot. Steve’s hands squeeze at your inner thighs, running his thumb over the soft skin as he chuckles against your neck. 

“Make her stop,” Bucky suggests, looking over your shoulder at Steve, a little manipulative pout on his lips that always gets him what he wants.

“Patience,” Steve huffs out a soft laugh but concedes to Bucky’s suggestion. It had been his plan anyway.

Before your brain can even catch up to the conversation, Steve’s hand is slipping higher between your legs. His hand is so big it covers your entire cunt as he cups you through your panties. Your hips jerk a little, thighs tensing and trying to press together around his legs.

“Yeah?” Steve chuckles, voice soft and condescending in your ear.

He doesn’t move his hand for a while, just keeps it pressed firmly against your cunt, smirking at the way you push your hips against his touch. He likes to take his time with you, likes to toy with you and get you all needy and whiny for him and then maybe he’ll give you what you want. (but probably not)

He lets you grind against his hand for a while, kisses practically every inch of your neck as he watches your hips jerk against his hand. It’s not enough pressure, he knows that, you know that, fuck, Bucky probably knows it too, but they just like to watch you work yourself up. And you…well you just like the way it feels. 

Your head falls back on Steve’s shoulder, huffing out a shaky breath as your hands clutch at both of his wrists. Everytime you push your hips forward to get more pressure he moves his hand away until you’re back in the position he put you in. It’s maddening, insanely frustrating to work yourself up over and over only to be left hanging once it finally starts to feel like something. And yet you just keep doing it.

“Steve,” You whine, nails digging into the skin of his wrists to try and keep his hand where you want it. But he’s stronger, so much fucking stronger than you, you can’t force him to do shit.

“Shh, be still,” He whispers against your neck, running his tongue over your pulse point just to watch the way your hips jerk in response. “Bucky’s watchin’’ you honey, don’t you want to give him a good show?” 

That gets your attention more than you’d like to admit. You lift your head up, fluttering your eyes open only to be met with Bucky’s, staring up at you from between your legs. You groan at the sight, gripping a little tighter at Steve’s wrists as your hips twitch against his hand.

Bucky looks fucking hot. Eyes half lidded, lips puffy and raw from his constant biting at his lip. His cheeks are flushed red and fuck, he looks like he wants to eat you alive and you fucking love it.

Steve notices your reaction and can’t help the little proud smirk on his lips at the two of you. His hand leaves your thigh for a second, grasping your right hand and holding it out for Bucky who understands immediately because Steve’s trained him well. Bucky shifts closer, ducking his head into your hand as your fingers thread into his hair. He blinks up at you and Steve, lips parting at you gently tug his head to the side until his face is pressed against the inside of Steve’s thigh.

“Good girl,” Steve chuckles, smiling proudly at how well you handle Bucky before he’s reaching forward and running his fingers over Bucky’s jaw. He doesn’t have to tell Bucky to stay like that, he already knows.

Steve pulls your hand away from Bucky’s hair and tugs you back against his chest. He barely even gives you a second to get settled before he’s pressing his hand firmly against your cunt, running his fingers over the now damp fabric of your panties. Your breath catches and your head falls back immediately, nails digging into the flesh of his wrist as he rubs slow circles over your underwear.

He does that for a while, just long enough to have to panting and bucking your hips against his hand again. And Bucky’s watching the whole thing from between your legs, looking up at you like he wants to tear you apart and it’s only making you more impatient and needy. Which, you suspect, might be what they wanted.

Just as you open your mouth to say something, Steve slips his fingers to the side, tracing a very very gentle line up the crease between your thigh and your cunt. You spread your legs a little impatiently, shifting your hips against his with a breathy whine to try and get him to hurry up. Steve just huffs out a condescending little laugh against the skin of your neck before his fingers hook under your panties and he shifts them to the side. Doesn’t even bother trying to take them off, pulls them to the side just enough to get what he wants and fuck if that’s not one of the hottest things he’s ever done. 

He runs his fingers over your slit once or twice before he’s pressing the pad of his middle finger against your clit. He doesn’t tease this time, he rubs his fingers over your clit like it’s muscle memory. The perfect pressure, speed, pattern, everything and the little whiny noises you’re making only seem to encourage him further. 

He whispers something against your neck and presses a slow kiss to your skin but you’re not paying any fucking attention. Your head is tilted back against his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hanging open as you huff out little breathless whines and noises pretty enough to drive the two of them fucking insane.

Steve’s fingers slide a little lower and before you can even react to the loss of stimulation, he’s pushing two fingers into your cunt and pressing his palm against your clit.

“Oh fuck,” You groan out, tightening your grip on his wrist as your hips immediately jerk forward against his touch.

It feels fucking amazing. He pushes his fingers deep into your cunt, stretching you just enough to make your breathing stutter as you grind your clit against his hand. You’re half tempted to ask him to stay like this forever but he pulls his hand away before you can even formulate a single word. 

Your head falls forward and you’re fully prepared to beg and plead and whine for him the way he loves. But then you open your eyes and you see him pushing those same fingers into Bucky’s mouth and you’re whining for a completely different reason now. Whining because that’s so so fucking hot and because Bucky moans around Steve’s fingers like he’s been dying to taste you. 

“Good boy,” Steve praises, hooking his chin over your shoulder to watch the way Bucky cleans every last drop of you off of his fingers. Bucky’s eyes are all soft, filled with want and need and pleading as he looks up at Steve and god, it makes your cunt clench around nothing just seeing him like that.

“Please,” Bucky grits out all soft and pleading and your entire body fucking throbs at the sound of his voice.

“Go ahead baby,” Steve coos, nodding against your neck as he threads his fingers in Bucky’s hair. “Get you a taste pretty boy, you’ve earned it.” He murmurs, guiding Bucky’s head between your legs until you can feel his breath fanning over your cunt.

He doesn’t wait for your permission like last time, just dives right in as if Steve’s permission was all he needed. Like it wasn’t even your cunt but theirs to use as they please and good God that makes your head go all fuzzy.

Bucky’s hands rest in the crease of your thighs, spreading you open as he buries his face in your cunt. He makes a sound like a starved man getting his first taste of food as the tip of his tongue slides over your slit before flicking hungrily at your puffy clit. Your breathing stutters and you choke on a sharp gasp as your back arches, rolling your hips against his mouth.

Bucky usually starts slow, he likes to take his time with you. Spends a bit just savoring your taste and the feel of you on his tongue. But not this time. This time he tastes you eagerly, hungrily, like he’s been drowning and your cunt is the first breath of fresh air he’s been awarded. It’s fast and messy and so so fucking glorious.

He groans against you, pushing your hips down against Steve’s as he presses his face further into your cunt, suckling hungrily at your clit while his tongue draws messy patterns that make your thighs clench. You’re so lost in the pleasure of it all that you don’t even realize Steve’s hands have moved until he’s guiding your shirt over your head.

Steve’s hand presses against the center of your chest until your body is flush with his and he hooks his chin back over your shoulder to watch. He peppers sweet little kisses all along your neck and shoulders, whispering soft praises into your skin that you’re too lost to hear. 

Bucky’s left arm hooks around your leg, draping it over his shoulder at the same time that Steve’s thumb ghosts over your nipple and your brain fully short circuits at that. Your chest arches and you choke on a moan as your hips jerk against Bucky’s face—which he seems to like because he fucking moans into your cunt like he’s the one getting head.

“I think he likes this,” Steve whispers against your neck with that stupidly attractive condescending tone he’s so fond of.

A choked out “Fuck,” is the best thing you can offer in response as Steve rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Somebody grabs your wrist and your too fucked to even open your eyes and see whose it is. They guide your hand lower and lower until you feel Bucky’s hair and you don’t waste a second before threading your fingers into it and pulling. Steve laughs at you and Bucky squeezes at your thigh but you genuinely couldn’t care less because Bucky’s tongue just feels so fucking good. Warm and wet and so so so fucking soft against your clit and christ, your brain has turned to fucking soup.

Steve pinches your nipple harder than usual and you fucking whimper, which isn’t a thing that happens a lot but fuck. Everything just feels so fucking good.

“You gonna cum already baby?” Steve whispers against your shoulder and you can feel his smirk just as much as you can hear it. 

You want to say no, want to wipe that smug little smirk off his face but you can’t? How could you when your cunt is literally throbbing and your humping your hips against Bucky’s mouth like a fucking slut? You could try, but with the way Bucky’s just shoved two, thick fingers into your cunt you’re struggling to even remember your name let alone the words you would need to say.

And so you nod, pathetically, whimpering out little broken pleas and half words that make no fucking sense. 

“C’mon princess,” Bucky chokes out, pulling back from your cunt just long enough to nip at the squishy skin of your inner thighs before he presses his mouth back against you. Curls his fingers up just right as your hips buck desperately against his tongue.

Steve groans against your neck, hooking his arm around your waist to at least attempt to keep you somewhat still. He squeezes your breast, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers as Bucky keeps pressing his up into that soft squishy spot in your cunt and god, you feel like you’re about to fucking burst. You’re wound up so fucking tight that you’re almost scared to let go. Every single one of your muscles tense, your back arches, your head presses back against Steve’s shoulder and you almost feel like you want to cry that’s how fucking good it all feels.

It feels like fire is coursing through your veins burning hotter and hotter with each passing second. Hot sticky pleasure builds in your stomach, sending little jolts of fucking ecstasy up your spine and down your thighs with every press of Bucky’s fingers into your cunt. 

“Go on baby,” Steve whispers all soft and sweet against your ear. “You can do it. You’re gonna cum on his pretty face and then we’re gonna fuck you so stupid you won’t remember your stupid paperwork, yeah?”

Bucky moans against your cunt and that’s all it takes. Your entire body tenses, back arching and fingers clutching at Bucky’s hair as you completely fall apart against his tongue. Your hips still but he doesn’t let up, if anything he starts flicking his tongue faster, suckling at your swollen clit as he thrusts his fingers into you harder and faster. 

Your stammering out fucking gibberish, gasping out shaky little whines as you try desperately to squeeze your legs shut despite the full grown super soldier between them. Your hips jerk, jolting clumsily against Bucky’s mouth as your little gasps and whines turn to choked out sobs. 

Steve is whispering soothing praise against your ear but all you can hear is your own pounding heart and the blood rushing in your veins. Your chest heaves as you fall back against Steve’s chest, panting like a goddamn dog as your whole body goes limp. You don’t even have to push Bucky away because he slows to a stop on his own, like he just knew you’d had enough.

“Fuck,” Bucky grits out and you can only just barely hear him over the pounding in your ears. You flutter your eyes open, blink a few times to clear your blurry vision, and then you see him, kneeling between your legs. His face slick with your juices, lips wet and swollen, eyes half lidded as he stares down at your cunt. “Fuck, look at you.” He whispers, voice rough and rumbling as his left hand hooks over your hips and he presses his fucking metal thumb against your clit.

“Makes such a pretty mess, doesn’t she?” Steve chuckles and he sounds oddly proud as Bucky strokes his metal thumb slowly over your puffy, oversensitive clit, both of them ignoring the way you whimper and try to squeeze your legs shut.

“Yeah,” Bucky sighs, nodding his head as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “Yeah…fuck.” 

“Don’t be selfish baby,” Steve scolds and before you can even register, he’s leaning down and grasping the back of Bucky’s head, pulling him into a kiss. It’s sloppy, all tongue and teeth and spit and you’re just stuck in between them, watching the whole thing and it really, really shouldn’t make your cunt throb the way it does.

You blame the little needy whine that leaves your throat on the way Bucky’s thumb is still rubbing soft little circles on your clit. Totally not because watching Steve and Bucky make out like this makes your whole body feel all hot and fluttery.

Steve’s hand comes up to the back of your head and he shifts beneath you, turning his head and pressing his lips to yours without a second's intermission. He kisses you the same way he had just kissed Bucky, hot and messy, tongue pushing into your mouth like it’s his. You can taste a little bit of yourself on his tongue and the fact that you know it’s left over from Bucky’s mouth sends a chill of pleasure down your spine.

You whine into his mouth as Bucky’s hands leave your body leaving you empty and wanting. Steve turns so that he’s sitting sideways on the couch, lifting you with ease until you’re facing him fully, straddling one of his thighs. 

Before you can even get settled, two pairs of hands are on your body, pushing and pulling until you’re positioned how they want you. You move easily, pliant and willing as Bucky guides your hips up and back and Steve pushes your head down until you’re face down ass up between his legs. Bucky tugs at your panties, pulling them down your thighs and then grasping at your legs, one at a time to tug them the rest of the way down. They don’t even say anything, just move you around like you’re nothing but a toy for them to use and your only a little ashamed to admit that that is fucking hot.

“Look at you, honey,” Steve mutters, somehow condescendingly proud as his thumbs stroke at your cheek. “Being so good for us, aren’t you?” He means it honestly but that stupid condescension makes it sound like teasing and somehow, you think, maybe that makes it hotter.

“Such a pretty pussy,” Bucky sighs and you’re not sure if he’s talking to you or himself but you really, really don’t care. Especially not when he pushes three of his fingers into your cunt and spreads them just to watch the way you stretch around him.

“Yeah,” Steve chuckles, smirking as he tilts your head up until you’re looking up at him. “You’re gonna let me borrow your pretty mouth while he fucks you stupid, hm?” It’s a question but he says it like a demand and good lord, you fucking love that.

“Think she’s already fucked stupid, Stevie,” Bucky chuckles, spreading his fingers inside of you to stretch you out a little more. “Aren’t you, princess?”

You nod your head dumbly, eyes squeezing shut as you press your hips back against Bucky’s hand. Steve notices the way your fucking yourself on Bucky’s fingers and he clicks his tongue, gently slapping his hand against your cheek to get your attention back on him.

“Needy baby,” He scolds, smirking at the increasingly desperate look in your eyes as you force them open. “Get to work, sweetheart, my cock isn’t going to suck itself, is it?” 

God. You fucking love when he’s like this, all mean and bossy. He doesn’t swear a lot, or really at all, but he does when he’s like this and it drives you (and Bucky) fucking insane to hear him being so incredibly vulgar.

You whine, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you shift back, pressing your elbows into the couch on either side of Steve’s hips. Your hands shake, trembling as they stumble over his jeans. He makes no move to help you, just huffs out a little laugh and strokes his fingers through your hair, watching your fingers fumble with the button and zipper of his jeans for a few times before you finally get it. He lifts his hips off the couch, an amused smile on his face as he watches you tug his bottoms off just enough to get at his cock.

“There you go,” He sighs, shifting a little as you wrap your hand around his cock and give him a few slow strokes. 

He doesn’t rush you like you thought he would, lets you take your time stroking him and running your tongue over his length until you’ve gathered enough brain power to take him into your mouth. He lets out a low groan, gathering your hair into his fist and shifting so that he can watch you better. 

Bucky’s fingers pull out of your cunt once more and you can hear him shifting around behind you as he shoves his sweats down his thighs. He grasps your hip with his metal hand, keeping you at least somewhat still as he guides the tip of his cock between your folds. 

“Shit,” Bucky groans under his breath as he presses his cock against your entrance. 

This he chooses to be slow about, pushes just the tip into your cunt and then just stops. You whine around Steve’s cock, squeezing your eyes shit and trying, uselessly, to push your hips back against his. He holds your hips with both hands now, giving you a little squeeze as he holds you still.

“Hush princess, focus on Stevie, lemme take my time.” He tells you, running his hands over the small of your back as he slowly pushes into you.

You try to listen, try to focus on Steve and the taste of him, the way his cock throbs against your tongue, but it’s so fucking hard to focus on anything other than the way Bucky’s cock is stretching you open so so fucking slowly. 

“I don’t think she can, Buck.” Steve huffs out and there’s a little fucked up part of you that desperately wants to prove him wrong.

“Oh she can,” Bucky responds, squeezing at your hips as he pushes in a little more. “Can’t you sweetheart?” He chuckles and it’s so incredibly condescending and antagonistic but it fucking works.

Something in your brain just clicks and you shift your scattered attention back to Steve. Your dominant hand wraps around his cock with a little more purpose, squeezing at the base the way you know drives him crazy. You take him further into your mouth, alternating between bobbing your head and suckling at his tip while your hand strokes up and down.

“Fuuuck,” Steve draws out, letting his head fall back against the arm of the couch with a low moan.

You’ve spent a long time learning Steve’s body, what he likes, what he loves, what will make him cum in less than 5 minutes and even though you can hardly remember what color the sky is, you remember that. 

“There she is,” Bucky grunts and you can hear the fucking smirk in his voice as he finally sinks his cock all the way into you.

“Fuck, that’s it, just like that honey,” Steve sighs out, lifting his head just enough to watch as you suck him off.

Bucky pulls his hips back and you match him, moving your head in time with his hips. He pushes back in, you go back down, taking as much of Steve’s cock into your mouth while your hand strokes the rest. Bucky squeezes your hip again, cursing under his breath as he draws his hips back again. He thrusts into you a little faster this time, fingers pressing into the front of your hips hard enough to bruise.

Steve wraps your hair around his fist with his right hand while his left runs over your cheek. Stroking his fingers across your face as he watches you and he looks so, so fucking proud that it makes your brain melt. 

“That’s a good girl,” He coos, “Yeah, there you go, just keep your eyes on me while he fucks you, hm?”

God, you really fucking love when he’s like this.

You’ve always loved praise, even when you’re the one domming but there’s something infinitely hotter about getting praised like this. Getting told you’re making someone feel good is one thing but getting told you’re a good girl while you’ve got your mouth around Steve’s cock and your cunt stuffed full of Bucky’s is just so much better.

You whine and Steve smirks like he knows it’s because of what he said and not from Bucky’s fucking you. 

“Fucks sake,” Bucky grits out, “Whatever you just did, she fucking loved it. Fucking squeezing the life out of my cock princess, shit.” He moans, grip tightening on your hips before he starts fucking you harder, thrusting into you faster, almost impatiently like you’ve broken his control.

“Oh yeah?” Steve chuckles, shaking his head like you’ve done something painfully endearing.

“Christ, fuck Steve—mmf—so fuckin’ tight…can’t…m’not gonna fuckin’ last,” Bucky moans, fucking into you so hard that you’re seeing fucking stars.

“That’s alright baby, she can take it.” Steve huffs out, his own hips bucking up into your mouth like his own control is faltering. “Can’t you?”

You do your best to nod up at Steve but it’s hard with the tight grip he’s got on your hair and even harder when Bucky reaches an arm around your waist and starts rubbing quick circles on your clit. You choke on a moan, body tensing up and you use the last little semblance of your brain to pull your mouth off Steve’s cock before you clench your jaw.

“Sorry,” You choke out, resting your head on Steve’s thigh and squeezing your eyes shut. You’re not even really sure why you’re apologizing, it’s not like you’re not giving Steve any attention, your hand is still working his cock in time with Bucky’s thrusts.

“Shh honey, s’okay,” Steve soothes, running his fingers across your cheek as you whimper into his thigh. “You’re okay, you can take it.” He whispers, moaning low in his chest as you grip him a little tighter.

Bucky bends forward, pulling you up so that your weight is resting on your hands instead on your elbows. His chest presses flush against your back and he buries his face in the crook of your neck. His metal hand slides over the center of your chest and up the front of your throat before grasping your jaw and tilting your head up. 

“Look,” He whimpers into your neck, squeezing your jaw in his metal hand until you open your eyes and find yourself staring back. “So pretty.” He gasps out, panting against the side of your neck as he starts fucking you even faster. 

Doggy style is not yours or Bucky’s favorite, you both like to see the faces of the people you’re fucking, so fact that there’s a mirror directly across from the couch makes it so much fucking better.

He keeps one hand on your jaw and the other between your legs, rubbing harsh circles on your clit as he fucks the air out of your lungs. You watch his face in the mirror, tilting your head back against his shoulder and reaching your free hand up to thread into his hair.

You’ve, selfishly, forgotten about Steve entirely until he places his hand over yours and starts stroking his cock with your hand. He doesn’t match Bucky’s pace, he goes slow and soft and you know it’s because he’s trying not to cum yet, he doesn’t like making a mess like that.

Bucky’s babbling incoherently into your neck, muffling desperate little whimpers against your skin as he fucks you. His voice is all soft and high-pitched, the way he always gets when he’s about to cum and you fucking love it, god, you could probably cum just from hearing him like this.

He whines your name and pinches your clit and you are so, so fucking close to falling apart. You pull hard at his hair, arching your back as your entire fucking body tenses up. The sounds the two of you are making are so desperately pathetic, paired with the loud, vulgar sounds of your cunt around his cock and it sounds like your both being fucked stupid.

“Oh fuckfuckfuuuuck,” Bucky whimpers against your neck before tilting his head down to press his forehead against your shoulder.

He slows his thrusts, panting into your skin as he draws his hips all the way back before driving them forward just as slow. His fingers are still rubbing rough circles on your clit, slipping messily against your slick skin as he fucks you much softer and slower than he had been.

“Tilt your hips for him honey,” Steve tells you, bucking his hips against your hands.

You listen because you really don’t have the mental capacity not to. Angle your hips back towards his so that this time when his cock slides into you, it grazes against that spot. Your mouth hangs open and your brows pinch together as a broken little whimper falls from your lips.

“Good girl,” Steve coos, moaning low in his chest as he continues hacking himself off with your hand. “There you go baby, she’ll cum for you now, won’t she?” His voice comes out all soft and sweet and it makes Bucky fucking whimper.

“Yeah, fuck…yeah,” You gasp out, nodding your head a little as Bucky’s cock drags ever so slowly over your g-spot.

“Please,” Bucky whines into your shoulder, fingers stuttering against your clit as you clench around his cock.

“Rub your clit for me honey.” Steve coaxes, shifting up onto his knees and moving your hand from his cock to your cunt and Bucky’s hips still, pressing his cock deep within you.

You nod and press your fingers against your clit as Bucky drags his hand up to squeeze your hip. You start out slow at first, whimpering at the contrast of your soft, gentle fingers to Bucky’s rough, demanding ones. Steve runs his fingers through Bucky’s hair, pulling his face out of your shoulder with a soft hum.

“C’mon, you can do it Buck,” Steve whispers, running his fingers over Bucky’s cheeks as he cradles his face.

“Wanna cum,” Bucky whines, sniffling a little and just the thought that he might be crying makes you clench around him.

“I know,” Steve sighs, peppering little kisses across Bucky’s flushed face. “I know you do baby, just move a little faster for me, yeah? You wanna make her cum first, don’t you?” 

“Mhmm,” He hums, all soft and needy as he gives Steve a little nod. He inhales a sharp, shuddering breath, whimpering as he draws his hips back and starts fucking you again.

“There you go, baby,” Steve praises, pressing a soft, soothing kiss to Bucky’s lips as he continues stroking his thumbs across Bucky’s cheeks. “Good boy.”

“Jesus,” You gasp out, a breathy moan falling from your lips at the combination of your fingers, Bucky’s cock, and Steve being stupidly soft with Bucky.

“Oh God,” Bucky whimpers, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he starts fucking you eagerly, hard and fast and so so fucking good.

“You,” Steve shifts his attention to you. “You be a good girl and cum for him, yeah?” He whispers, cradling your face in his hands the same way he had been holding Bucky’s.

You nod your head, moving your fingers a little faster against your clit. Something about the combination of Steve telling Bucky how to fuck you, Bucky’s cock driving hard and fast into your cunt, over your g-spot, and your own fingers on your clit is making you fucking delirious and you’re too far gone to even try to decipher what.

“He’s been waiting for this for a long time, honey. Be a good girl and let him have it, ok?” Steve tells you, pressing a similarly soft kiss to your lips before pulling back and settling back down on the couch to watch the two of you.

Bucky’s rambling nonsense into the crook of your neck, nipping and mouthing at your skin. He drives his hips into you a little harder, thrusts growing reckless and impatient as you clench around him. 

Your whole body feels hot and sweaty, muscles growing weak and shaky as his cock continues slamming into your g-spot. Your head feels blissfully empty and you thrust your hips back against his, driving yourself closer and closer to the edge. Your clit is swollen and puffy and so incredibly sensitive but you need more, you press two fingers against your clit and rub harder, faster to match Bucky’s needy thrusts.

You’re clenching around him so tight that it almost hurts and his cock can barely move inside of you. He groans low in his throat, all deep and rumbly against your back as he bends you forward so that he can fuck you deeper. You brace a hand on Steve's shoulder, nails digging into his skin as an entirely too needy whine weasels its way out of your throat. 

Bucky’s holding back, already on the knife’s edge of his climax. He wants, needs to cum but more than that, he needs you to cum and he knows you’re close too. He can feel it in the way your cunt is squeezing around his cock, throbbing and pulsing with each thrust of his hips and its driving him fucking insane. He whimpers and tosses his head back, gripping your hips in both hands and dragging you back on his cock with each thrust.

Steve curses under his breath and when you look down you see him stroking his own cock as he watches you and that’s it. You fall brutally over the edge the second you see that. 

You lose yourself, eyes rolling back in your head as your mouth hangs open with a desperate whimper. Your whole body tenses up, back arching, nails digging into Steve’s shoulder hard enough to draw blood. Your cunt squeezes around Bucky’s cock and pulses as he thrusts into you with short, shallow thrust before he fucking spills inside of you. His cock throbs and twitches inside of you and you can just barely hear his pathetic whimpering over the sound of your own pulse hammering in your ears.

Before you’re even able to try to come down from your climax, Bucky is pulling out of you and Steve is yanking you into his lap. Pushing his cock up into you before you even have a chance to whine at the loss of Bucky’s. 

“Oh fuck me, Jesus,” Steve grits out, grasping at your hips as he bucks up into you.

He fucks you with a fierceness that leaves you standing at the precipice of your second climax, ready to fall into your third at a moments notice. You fall weakly into his chest, whimpering breathlessly into his skin as he fucks you to tears. 

You’re sobbing and breathless, still wound up impossibly tight from your last climax. The wet sticky sounds your cunt is making and the sobbing whimpers leaving your mouth mix with Steve’s choked out moans and it sounds so incredibly fucking vulgar. 

You’re lost in a sea of pleasure and painful overstimulation, standing on the edge of another climax before you’ve even come down from the last one. Your cunt pulses around Steve’s cock and your hips writhe against his, stuck somewhere between wanting more and less at the same time. 

God, you want to cum again, you really fucking do but fuck it’s just too fucking much. It hurts, every brutal thrust of Steve’s cock draws a cry from your lips and you’re half tempted to tell him to stop but it's a good kind of hurt. Like pressing your fingers against a fresh bruise, it hurts but you want to do it again and again and again.

“Fucking hell,” Steve grits out, grasping the back of your neck to push you forward into his body so he can fuck you harder. “Sh-shhh honey, you’re okay.” He tries to soothe you, smoothing his hand over your back as you sob into his shoulder.

You gasp out his name, digging your nails into his skin as you clench around him. Your entire body writhes, squirming pathetically atop of him and you don’t know if you’re trying to get away or get more but he holds you in place either way.

“C’mon, you can give me one more,” He groans into your skin, mouthing at your shoulder as he holds you against him.

“It hurts,” You sob out, gasping for breath as he fucks up into your cunt so hard you think you might pass out.

“I know it does, but you can take it.” He tries to soothe you but all it does is work you up even more. “Be a good girl for me, you can gimme one more can’t you, honey?” He says it like a question but you know it’s not, he’s gonna get another orgasm out of you whether you give it willingly or not and that thought drives you crazy.

You nod your head pathetically, sobbing and whimpering into his skin with each brutal thrust of his hips. You slip one hand back between your legs and your entire body fucking jolts the second you touch your fingers to your clit. It only takes a few, gentle rubs against your puffy clit before you're falling completely and totally over the edge yet again.

It’s not a particularly satisfying climax, it’s fast and painful but theres a hint of relief that comes with it. It leaves you even more sensitive than the last and Steve has to use both hands to hold your hips still as he fucks up into you. He curses your name under his breath giving you a few final thrusts before he’s cuming into your cunt and fucking you full of his and Bucky’s cum.

You’re sobbing into his shoulder, going limp on top of him as your cunt tightens up around his cock so tight he can't move. He’s murmuring soft praise into your skin, and you feel both his and Bucky’s hands running over your back to try and soothe you.

You stay like that for a while, or at least it feels like a while to you but you’ve lost all concept of time so it really could’ve been just a few seconds. Bucky tucks himself into Steve’s side, rubbing slow circles on your back as you rest limply in Steve’s lap. Steve’s running his hands through your hair, whispering soft, soothing words into your skin as you slowly come down.

“You doing alright, princess?” Bucky whispers, dipping his head down to press a startlingly soft kiss to your shoulder.

You nod weakly, muttering out something alarmingly close to gibberish as you flutter your eyes open. Your brain feels like fucking mush, you can’t even formulate a clear enough thought to speak, like they’ve fucked the english language right out of your head.

“Mm, told you we’d fuck you stupid, didn’t he?” Bucky teases, smiling fondly as he rests his head beside yours on Steve’s shoulder.

“Be nice, Buck,” Steve scolds, cupping your face in his hands and pulling you back to meet your eye. His thumbs stroke gently at your cheeks, wiping at your tears as he gives you the most utterly love-struck smile. “You sure you’re alright honey, went kinda rough on you didn’t we?”

“Sleepy,” Is the only word you can think of, earning a chuckle from both men as Steve guides your head back to his shoulder.

“Let’s get you cleaned up first then you can sleep, yeah?” Steve whispers and Bucky’s getting up from the couch before Steve even finishes his sentence.

“Mhmm,” You hum, wincing softly as Steve shifts, pulling out of you and flipping you over so that you’re laying on your back.

“Did such a good job, baby, let us take care of you.” Steve whispers, peppering loving kisses all over your face as Bucky returns, running a damp rag over your thighs. 

You’re asleep before they even finish cleaning you up but you think you hear one of them say something about getting your paperwork done for you and God, you fucking love them.

#bucky barnes #bucky fic #bucky #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes x reader #smut #bucky x y/n #bucky x female reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes smut #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #buck barnes x female reader #steve rogers x fem!reader #bucky barnes x female reader #fem!reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagines #steve rogers smut #steve x reader #stucky #stucky x reader #stucky x you #stucky x y/n #sub!bucky #sub!reader #dom!steve rogers

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scrapped wip

𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒 - 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 - 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 - 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!Reader

word count: 2759

warnings: barely any smut, established relationship with both bucky and steve, sub!bucky, dom!reader, handjobs, mentions of being intoxicated.

summary: just a bit of unfinished smut with bucky following selfish boy

a/n: this is a scrapped pt. 2 to selfish boy bc i realized i hadn't posted anything in over a year. i'm still working on the official pt. 2 to selfish boy but i thought i'd let you guys have the scrapped version as an apology for leaving you guys for so long.

It wasn’t even the alcohol that had done it, you hadn’t had that much. Barely even a little tipsy, just intoxicated enough that you were feeling a little bolder than usual. Bucky’s stupidly distracting affection had done the heavy lifting when it came to your almost giddy state.

Bucky’s got his arms wrapped around your waist, his head tucked into your shoulder as you fumble with his keys. You squint in the dark, holding his key ring up as you try to remember which one he said was his house key. The distraction of his lips leaving lazy little kisses all along your neck, the lack of light at his front door, and the buzz of alcohol in your system only makes it harder to find amongst his incredibly disorganized key ring.

He inhales deeply as his nose nudges against your neck, right at the spot where you had sprayed your perfume. Gold…it was gold, or no? Was it silver? No, definitely gold…this one? No, that's not right—fuck, what else did he say? Third from the red one? Or was it fourth from the black one? Or—he hums against your neck and suddenly you can’t remember what you were doing.

Without either of you saying anything, and without him even lifting his head from your neck, he trails his hand down your arm and takes the keys from your hand. You watch, a little dazed, as he finds the key with his fingers—you’re not sure if he’s even looking or just doing it from memory.

“S’this one,” He mutters against your neck, holding the key up for you to see before he reaches to unlock the door.

You weren’t even a little close.

You can’t help but smile, shaking your head a little as he twists the key in the lock and pushes the door open. Before you can even think of a response, he’s nudging you through the open door. His hands resting on your hips as he walks you forward. There’s the metallic sound of the keys clanging against something to your right and then the sound of the front door slamming shut behind you—for about two seconds you can't see anything. Bucky's left hand leaves your hips and then the click of a light switch sounds, flooding the room in a soft yellow light.

“Smell so fucking good, princess” He murmurs against your neck as his fingertips graze at the tiny strip of skin between your shirt and skirt.

You laugh and he can’t help but think it sounds like glitter, or at least, it sounds the way glitter looks when it’s falling and the light catches it just right—it makes sense to him.

You’re not really sure how it happened. One second he’s groaning into your neck, fingers grazing the skin of your hips as he pulls you closer. And the next you’re face to face with Bucky, a giddy little grin playing on your lips as you look up at him.

The two of you move in sync, him walking forward and you walking backward at the same slow pace. His hands cage you in, resting on either side of your hips as you press against the little table behind his couch. He takes his time, leaning in close until he’s breathing your air. His nose nudges at yours as he presses his forehead to yours. It’s agonizing, the way he moves slowly, the moment just building and building until you can’t take it anymore.

You break first, fingers reaching up to grab at his shirt and pull him against your body. He hums, all smug and arrogant as you push up on your tip-toes. Your lips brush his for just a second at first, there’s a short moment where it feels like the two of you are holding your breath and nothing else exists. And then the moment breaks and you’re falling into him with a little huff of breath as your lips press together.

You kiss like a pair of drunk teenagers that don’t know what they’re doing, but it fucking works. A glorious mess of smeared lipstick, gnashing teeth, and slippery tongue—exactly what you wanted. His hands flex around your hips and before you even realize what’s happening, you’re perched on the edge of the table, legs wrapped around Bucky’s hips.

You feel his fingertips grazing the backs of your thighs, trailing up and up until they reach the short hem of your skirt. Goosebumps prick at your skin at his soft touch, the contrast between the almost bruising way he’s kissing you and the featherlight touch of his fingers has your head spinning—or maybe it was the alcohol. You sigh against his lips, left arm hooking over his shoulders to pull him as close to you as physically possible. Your right-hand trails up his chest until your fingertips are pressing softly into the back of his neck, his pulse thudding under your palm.

His teeth catch on your bottom lip gently, so soft you would’ve thought it was an accident if it weren’t for the way he followed his teeth with his tongue. You whine at the contact, a quiet little noise muffled against his lips.

His fingers press into the backs of your thighs, denting the soft flesh hard enough to bruise. Your legs pull him closer and he makes the most beautiful sound in the back of his throat. Some glorious cross between a growl and a whine that has you pressing even closer to him.

He ducks his head into your shoulder when you thread your fingers into his hair. Nails scratching softly at his scalp as he mouths at the skin just beneath your ear. Tongue and teeth work in tandem to leave pretty little marks along your skin that are sure to be there for days. You breathe his name, head tilting back as he trails down your neck, kissing any and every inch of you he can reach.

“Fuck,” He groans into your skin, forehead resting against your shoulder as his breath stutters. “Missed you so fucking bad, princess.” He whispers, sounding so fucked that you almost think he’s the one that’s been drinking.

He barely even gives you time to answer before he’s returning his lips to yours. The kiss seems slower than before, just as desperate but not half as frantic and messy as before—toeing the line between soft and rough in a way that makes your body feel hazy. You hold his face in your hands, pulling him closer at the soft brush of his tongue against your lips. He makes a soft, barely audible noise at the same time you push your tongue into his mouth. Your hips press forward to meet his, angling them just right so that he presses flush against you. His fingers press harder into the backs of your thighs, a little whine of frustration leaving his lips before you're being lifted off the table.

You gasp against his lips, dropping your hands to grip his shoulders at the sudden change. He bumps into the corner of the table, grumbling something about this being harder than it looks and you can’t help but laugh. The same soft, glittery laugh from earlier that makes his chest feel about 10 times tighter.

Despite his struggles, he never once pulls back from your lips. He carries you blindly to the couch, falling with a grunt onto the chaise. He settles against the back of the couch, sliding his hands up to your hips as you unwrap your legs from his waist. Your hands return to his face, kissing him deeper than before as you straddle his lap.

“Been so lonely without me and Steve, haven’t you?” You whisper, pulling back just enough that your thumb can drag across his spit-slick lips. He nods, eyes opening just enough to give you that stupidly soft look that he knows you can’t resist. “My lonely little fucktoy…” You sigh all exasperated and condescending in the way he loves so much.

He sucks in a sharp breath and presses his forehead to yours as he nips at the pad of your thumb. You smirk and hook it on his bottom teeth, pressing down gently until his mouth hangs open. Bucky shivers as your thumb pushes past his teeth, grazing his tongue so gently that he swears he can feel every little ridge of your skin. He sticks his tongue out just enough to press it against the tip of your tongue.

“Poor thing,” You tease, eyes flicking down to watch the way the tip of his tongue flicks against your thumb. “Haven’t had anyone to play with you for weeks, huh?”

“Mm-mm,” He hums, closing his eyes as he shakes his head no.

“I know, honey,” You nod, voice all soft in sweet in somewhat mocking sympathy. You do feel bad, but you also kinda…don’t. “Haven’t even cum at all have you?”

You know he hasn’t, you know about Steve’s little rule for Bucky, that he can’t touch himself at all while Steve’s gone. Hell, you gave that rule to Steve way back in the beginning of your relationship. But still, you just love how utterly pathetic Bucky sounds and so you ask anyway.

“No,” Bucky exhales, shaking his head with the softest, tiniest little whine creeping up his throat and god, he’s so fucking hot. “I was good this time, I swear.”

“Oh? Were you?” You tease, humming softly as you trade your thumb for your index and middle finger. Sliding them slowly into his open mouth, his face held with your thumb on one side and your other two fingers on the other. He makes that delicious little whining noise again, so soft that you’re not even sure he knows he’s doing it. “Since you were so good, maybe you deserve a reward then.”

Bucky shudders at the offer, closing his mouth around your fingers with a hum. You watch him for a minute, unable to focus on anything but the way his soft tongue drags along your fingers. He presses them further into his mouth until his lips brush against your knuckles and fuck, if you had a dick it would’ve been down his throat in an instant.

“Is that what you want?” You tease, tilting your head just a little as his eyes flutter open.

He nods, muffling a soft noise with his mouth around your fingers. His tongue laps at your fingertips, moving his head back and forth real slow as his cheeks hollow around your fingers. Your teeth tug at the skin of your bottom lip, eyes half-lidded as you push your fingers deeper. You press your fingers down against the curve of his tongue and he full on moans. His hips buck up to meet yours and god, he’s never been so hard in his entire life.

“You think you’ve earned a reward, honey?” You ask him in that sultry almost whisper you know he loves and you swear you can literally see him melt as he nods.

He’s gone now, there’s not a single thought behind those pretty blue eyes and you fucking love it. He seems more than content to keep your fingers in his mouth and so you let him. Your other hand runs down his chest, touch so soft you’re not even sure if he can feel it. Your hand catches on his belt and he whines around your fingers, hips jerking up to try and chase your touch.

He wants more, he needs more, and you are more than willing to give him what he wants. But not without a little teasing first, of course.

You undo his belt with one hand, a little clumsily given that he keeps distracting you with his little noises. His head falls back and he squirms beneath you as you undo his jeans, working at the zipper and button one-handed. And then you’re off his lap and he whines so pretty when you pull your fingers from his mouth and start tugging his jeans off.

You don’t even have to ask him, he knows you too well and when you finally get his jeans off, his shirt is gone too.

You crawl back onto his lap, leaving a little space between your bodies. He makes a pouty little huff of a noise in protest, fingers squeezing at your hips to try and pull you closer but you don’t move. You plant yourself firmly over his thighs and take an extremely indulgent moment to admire his body. You’ve seen him more times than you can count on two hands and still, every time feels like the first. Can’t help but trail your eyes over every inch of him, fingers tracing scars and marks and muscles like you’ve never seen them before, like you’re trying to commit his body to memory over and over and over again.

Your name leaves his lips in a pleading exhale as he wraps his fingers loosely around your wrist. At first you think he’s trying to stop you but then he starts guiding your hand lower and lower until your fingers catch on his boxers. He makes a soft noise in the back of his throat and when you look back up from your hands, his eyes are shut tight and his cheeks are so adorably flushed that you just can’t not give him what he wants.

“Holy fuck,” He sighs, head falling back against the couch with a little thud as your fingers trail over his boxers.

You don’t touch him, at least not fully, not yet. Your touch is soft, too soft, even after your hand slips under his boxers it’s still not enough. Teasing and torturous and just what he wants, you take him in your hand and give him a long, slow stroke that earns the prettiest little noise from him. Somewhere between a gasp and a moan, soft and breathy and so so so beautiful. Your other hand tugs at his boxers, pulling them down just enough that you can stroke him freely, without the restriction of his boxers.

“God,” He mutters, all breathless and desperate as his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs. “That feels so—fuck…” His words fall into a low whine and his cock twitches in your hand as you stroke him again.

“Tell me, how’s it feel honey?” You tease, squeezing him a little tighter but still nowhere near tight enough.

His breath shudders and he tilts his head back up, opening his eyes just enough to watch you. He tries to respond, tries to speak properly but every single word he’s ever learned just flies right out of his head as he watches you purse your lips and spit onto his cock. God, he really hopes he never forgets that, how you looked just then, he wants to remember that forever.

You give a little hum and squeeze his cock tighter, tight enough to snap him out of whatever trance he was just in. His body jolts in response, cock twitching in your hand as his hips buck into your touch and he whimpers, like actually whimpers, and fuck if that’s not the hottest thing you’ve ever heard.

“So good,” He exhales, voice just barely loud enough for you to hear. “Feels so fucking good princess.” He’s breathless and whiny and so fucking pretty, all flushed cheeks and gooey eyes as he cups your face in his hands.

“Yeah?” You tease, thumb grazing over the sensitive ridge below the head of his cock just the way he likes.

His eyes roll back, lips pressing together to quiet the needy moan that leaves his throat. His body shudders, twitching under your teasing and he feels like crying already. He wants to be quiet, wants to hide just how desperate he is for your touch but every slow stroke of your hand only makes him more and more desperate. He needs more, god he needs so much more.

As if you can read his mind you give him just what he needs. You stop teasing, moving your hand faster but still slow enough to keep him from cuming too quickly. You have him memorized, what he likes, what he needs, what every pretty sound that leaves his lips means. You know him, you’ve learned him perfectly, you play him, his body, like a game and he loves it. Sometimes he thinks you know what he needs better than he does and he really fucking likes that, you really fucking like that.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fic #smut #bucky barns x reader #bucky x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #sub!bucky #nsfw #wip #scrapped wip

[slutt4lovee]

i have 5 WIPs, 6 if you can't the next part to tease that i never finished. 7 if you count the tease rewrite i also never finished. 9(?) if you count the stranger things fics i never finished. 10 if you count the bg3 fic i fully planned and never started. and 13 if you count the 3 individual hp fics i planned, started, and abandoned bc i am a perfectionist at heart and my entire life fell apart so my writing wasn't as good as i wanted it to be.

(not to mention the 4? notes tabs full with elaborately detailed plans for future writes)

#bugtalks #update #there is too much going on in my brain #one of the wips i've rewritten like 6(?) times because #I CANT GET IT RIGHT #its driving me insane #i might just start dumping wips on you to get them out of my head #im serious #i cant think with all these ideas

[slutt4lovee]

My brain is fried and idk whyyyyyy I literally cannot write anything

I literally had so much planned for yall and now-🤕 idk lmao help

[slutt4lovee]

sad again lol ppl are so confusing !! im too autistic to live in these conditions fren

#bugtalks #yeah #same #me fucking too

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UPDATE!!

i know y’all have been patiently waiting for me to post something and i promised y’all months ago that i would have something soon, and i really did have something almost ready. but then my dog, who i’ve had for 13 years had to be put down only two months after my grandpa died and it was just a lot going on. i needed to take a real break without worrying about writing. so i did.

i’ve been feeling a bit better, more inspired recently. i don’t want to promise that i’ll have something for you guys soon because obviously every time i do that, shit hits the fan. but i do have about 4 or 5 WIPs and have been making real progress on one so fingers crossed.

#bugtalks #update #my life is a mess #literally falling apart #brick by brick #its all a mess #but i’m okay #and that’s all that matters

[slutt4lovee]

If u want to write a story about a character that's just you but hotter with a dark twisted backstory and magical powers and a pet falcon or something, I think u should just go ahead and do that. Who's gonna stop you? The government?? Fuck the police.

[slutt4lovee]

as a texan, i hope they all kick rocks. 65 straight days of 100+ temps of both extremely humid and eerily dry heat is just not fucking ok.

#bugtalks

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absolutely love reading such a well-written story and falling a bit in love with the author based solely on the way they write. like baby the way you italicize words makes my heartbeat quicken.

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i don’t understand why some fanfiction writers will put all of there work in one giant paragraph. i am constantly abusing a paragraph break. i use it every five seconds. new subject? new paragraph. slightly different angle? new paragraph. any sentence that holds any amount of weight? boom new paragraph. i will use one word then do another paragraph break. you can’t stop me.

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Actually, I have been thinking of making a post on the whole… AI thing.

I don’t know how much good this will do, as if you’re the type of person that would feed someone’s fic into a chatbot, you probably don’t care a whole lot whether the author approves of it or not. But I am going to say I do not approve nor consent to having my fics shoved into an AI to generate any sort of continuation or an “ending”.

And really, when you think about it, its pretty insulting to the author, isn’t it? To take the story that you liked so much and feed it to an unthinking program that’s going to string together a few hundred arbitrarily chosen words, words that will never be as good as what you, an actual person, could have come up with?

I get wanting to see a story finished, I really do. But an AI will never be able to compare to what you can come up with by yourself just daydreaming. Yes, even if you don’t think you can write. Yes, even if you never write down what you came up with.

An AI is not a person. It does not understand the characters, it does not understand pacing or dramatic twists or heartfelt engagements. All it can do is spit out is a mishmash of words stolen from actual authors.

You, the human reader, no matter how inexperienced you are– you are capable of coming up with a far better story. Don’t insult yourself and the original author by using an AI.