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zaddy-cevans · 24 minutes ago
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Icy Winds - Part 5
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A/N - Angst, but make it comedial 😃. Also, surprise surprise Slutz 💞💞.
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|| WARNINGS || Language, Explicit themes, Sexual themes, Unprotected sex, Threesome (M x M x F), Oral (both M and F receiving), fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, insane sensitivity, Professor Kink, Double penetration (in vagina only), Hair-pulling Kink, praise kink, sub and dom complex (reader switches often), spitting kink, choking kink, Rough sex, BDSM (very light), Angst Galore, pet names, Age gap (reader in her early 20s, Steve and Bucky in their late 30s),
|| PAIRINGS || Dark!Professor!Steve x Dark!Professor!Bucky x Dark!Student!Reader
1.2k Words (This one's a little shorter. It's a workup chapter to part six)
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"It's strange. Usually, in a coma, patients can't react much. Although it's uncommon, sometimes they can hear and feel everything, but they can't talk or be responsive at all." "So what does that mean, Doc?" "It means that unlike Steven and James, Y/N isn't in a coma."
You snorted, "James. Hah. That's funny. That's like those names that those boomer fuckboys have." The dark-skinned man in your room's eyes went wide. "Watch your mouth, Sweetheart. Here, sleep for a while." You frowned, "I don't even know you, who are you?" The man blinked, "Sam, I'm Samuel Wilson, your best friend..."
You sighed, looking the man that was apparently Sam, up and down, "I think I'd remember having a bestfriend this hot." Sam turned towards the doctor, "I don't know how to take that." You smirked as the two men moved aside to talk a little more privately, "A compliment, babe."
Sam watched as you reclined back in your bed and brought your fingers up to dance delicately on your bandages before wincing and pulling away. "Memory loss, Doc?" The doctor sighed, "Yes. She's suffered quite the blow to her head in the accident and then she tried to cauterize herself. It should come of no surprise that she suffers brain trauma, which inadvertently affects her memory as well."
Sam sighed as he tapped his fingers on the table standing next to him. "Well, what does she remember?" "I'm afraid other than any academic details, she remembers nothing." Sam paused, pursing his lips, "That means she remembers nothing of her personal life?" "That's right." The doctor left Sam and you to have some privacy as you watched Sam lean onto the table and take heaving breaths. Was he crying?
"Hey, don't be sad I don't remember you. The doctor said I could be suffering from memory loss. But if you say your my best friend, then I believe you." Sam turned around, eyes red and wet and you gave him your bravest smile, despite the fact that you were both in physical and emotional turmoil and pain yourself. "Thank you, Sweetheart. Now, sleep. Seriously." You nodded as you sunk into the semi-soft gurney and let your eyes close.
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"Hey guys. The doc said you could hear me so I thought I'd put your minds to ease and make sure you know that Y/N's alright. She's resting." Sam looked over at the heart monitors to see the previously scattered heart rate relax a little. So they could hear him. "Y/N... well she suffers from memory loss. Guess you guys could get that restart you always wanted with her, huh?" Sam joked as he sat down on the bed beside Steve.
Bucky was on the gurney a few feet away from his husband. Both of them looked utterly fucked up and so did Y/N. Baggy eyes, black and blue marks all over their bodies, bloody gashes adorning their faces. Sam was enraged, he couldn't think straight. All he knew was that he had to kill off the rivaling gang that had killed both Wanda and Pietro, and had almost killed Steve, Bucky and Y/N.
So Sam brought in the most dangerous and reckless person he could think of, because that's what Sam needed to be right now, dangerous and reckless. If he was in his senses, he might have thought of the complications and risk, but he didn't. He called the one man who would fix this, the one man who had ran away so many years ago.
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You slapped Sam's arm, your face portraying such raw shock that Sam had trouble stiffling his laugh. "Shut up! You're telling me the Earth isn't flat!" Sam rolled his eyes, "I thought the doctor said all academic memories will still be intact. Guess you have a loose nut up there." You chuckled as you leaned back and relaxed in the bed. "Man, I'm glad I have a bestfriend like you, even if I don't remember you."
Sam frowned slightly, he wasn't a good friend, at all. Nevertheless he was glad he got a second chance with you. Suddenly you sat straight up in bed like an excited chihuahua. "Do I have... a boyfriend?" Sam grimaced. How could he explain your situation. Like, no Y/N, you don't have a boyfriend, you have two psychopaths who kidnapped you and force you to fuck them...
Luckily, Sam was saved by having to answer that question as someone knocked the door. "C'mon in." You shouted.
A man with a sharp black suit, black sunglasses resting in the front pocket, long dress shoes and salt and pepper hair walked in. He made his way to your bedside as he smiled down at you. "Hey baby. I'm back." You furrowed your brows, "I'm sorry... who are you?" The man looked over at Sam with an incredulous expression.
"I did mention that she lost her memory, right?" Sam asked and the man shrugged, "Yeah, because this is the face of a person in the know." Sam sighed, "Maybe don't drop this bomb on her just yet." You narrowed your eyes at the man as you assessed his dark brown eyes, they unnerved you, they made you feel... angry yet secured.
"I'm not going to lie to my daughter." You gasped in shock, "Dad?" The man smiled over at you, "It's me baby. Daddy's back."
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Sam chewed on his lip nervously as he paced Steve and Bucky's room. A million questions flood his head.
How will Sam tell them about Y/N's dad being back when they wake up? Will they wake up? How will they react when they find out who Y/N's dad is? Will they kill Sam for hiding this from them? Was all this really worth it?
"I can hear your brain noise from here. What's up?" Sam looked over at the owner of the scratchy and dry voice. "Steve... you're up?" "You don't sound so happy, Wilson." Sam chuckled, "I'm ecstatic." Steve sighed, "I feel like there a but coming." "I have to tell you something." "What did you do now, Wilson?"
"N-nothing. I might have... called... Y/N's dad..." Steve shrugged, "So? Why are you so scared to tell me that?" Sam took a deep breath as he turned to Steve, his whole body trembled and shook. He knew he had fucked up, real bad, he remembered 5 years ago...
"Tell them I died. Fake my death somehow." "But, what about Y/N?" Sam's closest friend and Y/N's dad looked over at the young woman practicing throwing knives at the dartboard. "She'll be okay." "You've got a lot of loose ends here." "Then tie em up." "You know I've never been good at this shit." The man grabbed Sam's shoulders. His eyes were crazed.
"They're all after me, Sam. They're all after me and if they're after me then they're after Y/N. Do you understand that I'm doing this to keep her safe?" "What about Steve and Bucky? They're going to be crushed if you die." "They'll find a way to survive. Everyone eventually does."
And so Sam helped him fake his death, escape from the country and live his life anew somewhere else. But now he was back and he was the main link between Y/N, Steve and Bucky and that was bad... really, really bad. It could reveal Y/N's past and if that happened, it would be the end of her...
"Jesus, you look like you're about to pass out. What's wrong?" Sam looked into Steve's eyes, "Y/N's father isn't just anyone..." Steve scoffed, "Alright, who is it?" Sam bit his lip as he found his courage to look into Steve's blue eyes. "Y/N's father is Tony."
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spideyhexx · 47 minutes ago
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moments of affection; b.b.
a/n: this is entirely self indulgent because i feel like blah and im in my feels. also want to say here, even though this is not nsfw, it's still 18+
be sure to let me know what you think! reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated :)
more writing!
summary; three different moments of affection between you and bucky.
bucky barnes x reader
WARNINGS: a little suggestive at the end but still sfw. alpine. cute bucky. established relationship. work drama.
word count: 1.1k
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“Oh you won’t believe what went down today,” you announce as soon as you walk through the door and into Bucky’s apartment.
He’s on the couch with Alpine cuddled into his side and he reaches over to pause the show he was watching.
He chuckles at your statement asks, “was it crazier than the other day?”
“WAY crazier, so you remember Hannah right? The new girl that’s working at the front desk? The one that I despise?”
“I remember you told me she always smells like skittles,” Bucky recounts and you nod your head at him.
Hurriedly, you untie your shoelaces and kick off your shoes. You slide your feet underneath yourself as you sit next to Bucky.
“Yes, her! Well she had a fucking meltdown and screamed at my boss during our busiest hour. The cops came and everything.”
“Meltdown?”
“Mmhm, she felt like she wasn’t being treated right because she kept being told to not cut her nails on the desk.” Alpine stretches her paw onto Bucky’s leg and you giggle at her, leaning over him to rub her head.
“Cut her nails on the desk? That’s what it was over.”
Bucky did not think his first conversation with you when he got back from his mission would be about Hannah, the girl you despise, but he is not complaining.
The way your face lights up as you tell him a story is something he always looks forward to.
“Yeah, ridiculous, isn’t it? The cops didn’t really do much, they just stood there and said ‘calm down’ but it did not calm anyone down. Eventually, my boss just said she should pack up and leave.”
Bucky knows you’re still speaking and he is listening, but his mind wanders off into how pretty you look. Your hair is a mess and he wonders when you’ll make a comment about it and try to fix it.
Every time a new thing comes to mind, your eyes light up. He watches as your eyes glance down at Alpine when you take a breath.
“Bucky?” He breaks out of his trance to find you smiling at him.
“Hm?” You scoot over closer to him and lean your head against his shoulder, his arm instinctively wrapping around you.
“Do my rants annoy you?”
“No, I love them. Now, tell me...how did customers react to Hannah’s outburst?”
If there was anything Bucky hates more than his therapy appointments, it’s the doctor. He had been meaning to schedule a check up appointment for some time, but always hesitated.
After a long talk with you and sharing your similar feelings on the doctor visits, he made an appointment.
Now, he sits in the waiting room, his foot tapping and his eyes cast on the floor, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. It doesn’t help that the room is crowded.
No one is looking at him, but he feels like he’s got a spotlight on him. Add onto that the dreary and dull gray walls and the light hum that the lights give off.
You sit in the chair across from him and study his movements. Your gaze does not leave him.
The hope is that he will look up at you but he is determined to keep his stare on the carpet. You feel bad for him.
The nurse told him that you wouldn’t be able to accompany him when he gets called in and that seemed to accelerate his nerves.
“James Barnes?”
A nurse calls his name out and his head shoots up, finally locking eyes with you. He stands and brushes his hands against his pants.
Before he could get past you, you grab his hand. It’s sweaty, like you expected but he still squeezes your hand.
A sigh escapes his mouth when you place a kiss on his knuckles.
You can’t help yourself but kiss his hand a few more times before pulling away.
He’s trying not to smile, but as soon as you do, Bucky can’t suppress the grin on his face. He mouths ‘thank you’ and releases your hand, taking one last glance at you before following the nurse.
The only light illuminating Bucky’s kitchen at this very moment was your laptop on the counter as you type away.
You wish you could join him on the couch, but you need to get work done and sitting next to him would just result with you in his lap.
It isn’t long before you lose your focus watch as Bucky stands up to stretch.
Only a shirt and his boxers cover him but when he stretches his arms up, you can see a little bit of his back. It sends a rush of heat all over your body and as he turns his head, you snap your focus back to your work.
A deep chuckle rings through your ears.
“I can go to another room if I’m too distracting,” Bucky teases as he makes his way into the kitchen. He pours himself some water, a smirk stuck onto his face.
“It’s not my fault that you’re so handsome,” you say and he chuckles again, moving to stand behind you. Bucky leans his hands onto the counter, his lips right by your ear. He kisses beneath your earlobe.
“Bucky…” you trail off as he takes your earlobe into his mouth and sucks lightly on it. It tickles you and you laugh, feeling him begin to smile as well.
"What? I'm just loving my girl," he mumbles, leaning his head down to place kisses on your neck.
His mouth moves leisurely, the obscene noises of his mouth do nothing to ease your growing pleasure.
Your head falls back against his shoulder, giving him more access to your neck, but he pulls away.
“Are my lips too chapped?” You turn your head to look at him, raising an eyebrow.
“What? No, they’re perfect, just keep-”
His mouth his back on you, this time his movements are more aggressive.
He sucks at a spot under your jaw that never fails to make you whimper for him. One of his hands finds its way to your hip, squeezing it, then drifting to grip your thigh.
“Maybe you should take a break, doll.” You close your laptop as soon as the words leave his lips.
You spin around and pull him by his collar closer to you.
His lips brush against yours, the taste of him already so intriguing. You don’t know why you’re hesitating, but Bucky seems to notice and he smirks.
“You gonna do it, or what?” His words sink into you. One more tug of his collar and his lips are locked on yours.
Bucky laughs, but it’s muffled through the kiss. Without another thought, you bite gently onto his bottom lip. His hands falter against you and he angles his head to kiss you deeper.
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loving-all-for-loki · an hour ago
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Hello!!
So I have an idea for a series so here’s a little promo for it. I’ll be posting the first chapter soon-ish!
Voiceless Love:
Summary: Y/N is the newest member of the Avengers. Being a selective mute, she struggles to fit in and trust the other members, but Bucky and Loki are the opposite. They struggle as they both fall in love with the quiet reader.
Loki x reader, Bucky x reader
Series warning: Depression, anxiety, fluff, implied smut, smut, family loss, angst
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spideyhexx · an hour ago
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don’t know if anyone will see this but wanted to say I am taking requests for bucky fics :) or if you just want to talk bucky I’m here lmao
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Hi I was hoping you could help me find a fic. It’s a Bucky x reader smut where he’s scared of hurting her and she asks him to take her virginity? Thanks <3
Hmm okay i definitely read some fics like this but i can't pinpoint it to a writer, and i tried looking through google but i didn't find it.
Do you remember any details about it?
I'm gonna tag some writers/readers who may wrote/know this: @babyboibucky @slothspaghettiwrites @buckybarneschokeme @sweeterthanthis @drabblewithfrannybarnes @gotnofucks @nsfwsebbie @bucksfucks and i am blanking on so many other smut lovers rn, sorry😅🖤
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carrotfantasimp · 2 hours ago
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Not to brag but the playlist I made for my story "Love in the suburbs" is pretty good 😍 but maybe I'm biased 😂
If you want to check it out, go to my Ig carrot.writes 💜
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darlingsteve · 3 hours ago
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𝑺𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑫𝑨𝒀 + 𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑳𝑬𝑬𝑷𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺 ;
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truly, madly, deeply
(A/N: sorry this took so long. been having issues with a flaky af ex-roommate :))). anyway. haha, the knotting chapter. This is smut, so please DNI if you are under 18.)
hope u like xx
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Bucky's arms curl around her back as he pulls himself into a sitting position. She folds over him like it is the simplest thing in the world and keeps rolling her hips. He buries his face in the side of her neck, where her puncture bites lay, and he scrapes his teeth over the scarred skin. She's got him held down tight, making him unable to flip her over and fuck her how he wants to. Instead, Bucky can't help but make desperate little growls as he tries to fight against her strength. She is going too fucking slow, and it's driving him out of his mind.
"C'mon," he says, unable to keep the whine from his voice, "Please fuck me. You're goin' too slow."
Her nails dig into the bicep of his arm. Not enough to hurt, but enough to have him blinking obstinately up at her. Bucky pouts and gives her his best puppy dog face. She narrows her eyes in a challenge and stops her hips altogether. Bucky tilts his head back and keens, trying to fuck up into her.
"You promised we could do it at the pace I wanted," she says stubbornly, crossing her arms.
"I didn't know that meant this slow!" Bucky says, still trying to move.
She glares, and Bucky doesn't hide the sly grin spreading across his face. He's getting her exactly where he wants her. Bucky's admittedly very submissive regarding his baby doll, but that does not mean he is always on his best behavior. He knows how to push her buttons. And even though this isn't the first time they have had sex, something about this time feels different.
"C'mon! Fuck me hard," Bucky cajoles.
She says nothing, letting her glare speak for her.
"C'mon," Bucky coos. "Is my dick not good enough for ya? I thought you loved it. You always tell me how big it is, how thick it is. Don't I always make my sunshine girl come so beautifully?"
Bucky kisses her, rolling her bottom lip between his teeth before slipping his tongue into her mouth. He runs his tongue over the buds of her fangs, feeling her shiver as he urges one of her fangs to slide down from where it hides in her gums. As he moves to the other side, he thinks he hears her mutter something like, "you asked for it."
Then just as her second fang slides free, she pushes him down. She starts to bounce in his lap so fast that Bucky cannot keep up. He just flops to his back and watches her in delirious awe. She seems to be trying to prove some kind of a point. Bucky doesn't care what it is, but she is allowed to prove it if it means she rides him like this.
"You always fuck me so well, Buck," she says, flashing him her fangs.
Bucky groans at the sight of his blood on her teeth- she makes sure he watches as she licks a fang clean.
"Wan' the other," Bucky whines.
She shakes her head, teasing him as she keeps him flat on the bed like it's nothing. Bucky wiggles, trying to catch her off guard, but to no avail.
"Lemme up."
"What's in it for me?" she says.
"Ride m'face after," says Bucky, wiping sweat from his eyes.
"I accept your terms," she says primly, not even a little out of breath, gods-damn her.
Bucky has his tongue in her mouth at the first chance he gets. He gets to work cleaning off her fang, emitting little moans every time he tastes blood. (Has he always like blood this much? He doesn't think so, not until he met her, his sunshine sweet baby doll). He wants her to bite him again. Bucky gets dizzy with the thought of it.
"Bite me," he slurs into her neck. "Please."
"Took enough already," she says.
Bucky latches onto her chest, nuzzling under the curve of one breast. His other hand trails downward and rubs her clit with those soft brushy strokes he knows she likes best. He gazes up the line of her body and chokes at the picture she makes. She is radiant, and she is intoxicating. Bucky never wants to be anywhere else but here ever again.
Eventually, the movement of her hips has slowed enough that Bucky can keep up now. He presses their foreheads together, his breath warm on her cold skin. She nips his chin, he licks a sloppy strip up the bridge of her nose. They stare at each other.
"You're so fuckin' pretty like this."
She smiles. "You are too, Buck."
She's doing something incredible with her hips. Bucky hasn't the slightest idea what it is, but he can feel his knot starting to swell. He doesn't want this to end ever, and he whines, squeezing the base of his dick to stave off anything from happening. Then, when he feels a hand on his wrist, he looks up mournfully.
"Baby doll, I'm gonna bust."
"Will you knot me?" she asks.
"Ask me again. Wanna hear you say it again for me."
"Bucky, I want your knot and your bite," she says. "Please?"
If Bucky didn't feel dizzy before, he sure as hell does now. He kisses her. He cannot believe that this is happening. He's waited for years to bond with someone, and now, here she is, in the flesh, his beautiful and kind and stubborn omega.
"'Course you can have 'em, baby. I'm gonna give you everything you want an' take care a' you forever," he promises.
"Just." She takes a deep breath. "Just be gentle, please? I've never been 'knotted' before."
Bucky purrs and rubs their noses together, radiating reassurance. When she meets his eyes, Bucky smiles. She returns it with a hesitant one of her own, but Bucky smells no fear or doubt in her scent.
"I got ya, darlin'. You trust me?"
"Yes, always."
"All right, sunshine. Just a couple more of those moves you keep doin' so well."
She nods and tilts her head to the side, offering up her neck where an omega wolf's bonding mark would go. It's in the same place as her old, scarred fang marks. Bucky wants to turn those ugly scars into something beautiful- he wants to create new, good memories. He rubs his face on her neck and shoulder, getting her scent all over himself. He hears her let out the gentlest moan. With one more brush of his thumb, she comes with his name on her lips. Bucky's knot blows, locking them together for the very first time. He is gentle as he sinks his teeth into her neck. Flashes of images through eyes that are not Bucky's own jolt through his head. He sees himself as he is now, how he is looking at his omega with awe.
It's her. It's her feelings and her emotions. He's home.
"Buck," she says, smiling.
He knows what she means because he can see it.
"Me too, honey," he says, tucking her hair behind her ears.
Bucky wraps his arms around her and manipulates them into a more comfortable position. When she realizes that Bucky is purring, she smiles and kisses his fingers.
"Mine," Bucky hums sleepily. "You're all mine, darlin'. I'm never gonna leave ya."
Trepidation and shyness flicker across their bond, and Bucky focuses on her as she takes a deep breath. He smoothes out the furrow between her brows until she has gathered enough courage to say whatever she is gearing up to say.
"I'm not sure if this is proper wolf etiquette or not, but I was saving this for a good time, and I think now is as good a time as any," she rambles, looking nervous. "I just wanted to say that- James Buchanan Barnes, I- I love- Gods, this is much harder than I anticipated."
"Then lemme say it first," says Bucky. "I love you, omega-mine."
"I."
She stares at him, and, unbelievably, her face starts turning red.
"Sunshine, you're blushin,'" Bucky tells her with a massive grin on his face.
She starts giggling. She hides her face, embarrassed at her reaction, but Bucky can still make out the tiny "I love you more" that she mumbles into his neck.
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poisonbeauty · 3 hours ago
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today i’m thinking of alpha!bucky
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bucksfucks · 3 hours ago
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      100° ; bucky barnes
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SUMMARY || when your a/c craps out on the hottest day of the year, your dad suggests you ask bucky to look at it.
PAIRING || dadsbestfriend!bucky x f!reader
WORD COUNT || 3,330 words
WARNINGS || significant + undefined age-gap [reader in her mid 20’s & bucky in late 30’s], metal arm kink, innuendos, pet-name [kid, gumdrop, pretty girl, sweetheart, sweetie], dumbification [big girl words], lots of teasing, authority kink, talk of masturbation, size kink, kitchen sex, bucky is too big [makes it fit], bulge kink [bucky is in readers tummy], squirting, unprotected sex, bucky finishes on his own chest, fingering, multiple orgasms, bucky makes reader ride his fingers, talk of subspace [+ aftercare], showering with bucky — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI
NOTES || inspired by me being hot & and a slut <<3 also thank you to @firefly-graphics for the dividers! they’re the best, everyone go check them out!!
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   It was easily the hottest day of the air. The type of heat that you can feel; sticky, thick, and impossible to take a deep, refreshing breath in.
     It was absolutely disgusting. And yet, it was the day that your dad’s air conditioning had finally crapped out on you. 
     You felt like you were cursed. The summer you decide to move back in with your dad to save some money, and everything suddenly goes wrong. 
     A breakup, a flat tire, and now, the A/C deciding to die. 
     And it was only June.
     You had no choice but to walk around in a tiny pair of loose shorts and a tank top, deciding against a bra because even the thought of it made you cringe.
     Your dad didn’t seem too concerned, saying that he’d have someone come look at it tomorrow and that in the meantime? To sit outside with a cool glass of water. 
     He was sitting in an air conditioned office, of course it didn’t bother him. But you were stuck inside a melting pot with no desire to do anything but sit in front of your fan. 
     Then your phone chimed, a text from your dad popping up on the screen as you narrowed your eyes to read it. 
     Ask Bucky, he’s good with his hands and might be able to fix it.
     You shook your head, no. He wanted you to ask his best friend, your new neighbour to fix your air conditioning when you could barely have a conversation with him without zoning out at the thought of what his metal hand would feel like against your body. 
     The thought of his metal prosthetic against any part of your body was even more inviting today, in the sweltering 100 degree plus heat that made you want to do nothing but have an ice bath. 
     But, it was only mid-day and you felt like you were melting into a puddle of your own sweat. You didn’t think you had a choice, you were going to have to muster up the courage to walk yourself over to Bucky’s house and ask him for help.  
     You had to shake your head to rid the thoughts of him. It was not only inappropriate, but embarrassing. It still felt like Bucky and your dad were playing a huge prank on you. There’s no way they were best friends, they were polar fucking opposites. 
     Fire and water. Not two peas in a pod. 
     You blamed it on your horrible relationship where your ex never cared or seemed bothered about the fact that you never came. 
     At first, you thought there was something wrong with you. That because you failed biology, biology was now failing you. 
     Then, you saw the various posts and threads online, people just like you recounting their experiences where they thought they couldn’t come until they met an older man.
     An older man that showed that no, it wasn’t them, but their shitty ex-partners that never took the time out of their day to learn their bodies and what they like.
     You sighed, wiping a thin sheen of sweat off your forehead as you stuffed your feet in an old pair of flip flops and made the short trek across the street until you were standing in front of Bucky’s door. 
     You just...stared at it for some time before finally reaching up to press the doorbell, hearing the tune echo throughout his house. 
     All you had to do now was wait.
     Wait for Bucky. 
     There was shuffling on the other side of the door, the sound of the lock faintly clicking before the door opened and nothing could have possibly prepared you for how Bucky greeted you. 
     Dressed in absolutely nothing but a pair of jet-black workout shorts and a naked torso and chest that glistened under the hot afternoon sun as the black and gold of his prosthetic shined brightly. 
     “Hey, Kid. What’re you doin’ over here?” He asked like it was nothing. Like he wasn’t half naked with his shorts hanging dangerously low on his hips where the prominent v-line he had worked hard on was on full display. 
      “H-Hi, Bucky,” you had to clear your throat, not aware of how hoarse your words were going to come out. 
     He smiled, leaning against the door frame as you saw his eyes flicker down your body briefly before he crossed his thick arms over his chest. 
     “Our, uhm, our air conditioning went out and my dad said that someone was going to come look at it tomorrow, but he said that you were good with your hands and might be able to help in the meantime?” 
     Your confidence faltered towards the end of your sentence, falling like the way your heart dropped to your stomach when Bucky called you kid.
     He chuckled, pushing off of the doorframe, “well, I am good with my hands.”
     You swore your heart stopped when he dropped a wink, “but I can’t promise I’ll get it fixed.”
     You could do nothing but nod your head, ignoring the throbbing between your legs in hopes that it would go away. 
     “I jus’ have to grab my toolbox, come on in.” He ushered you in, closing the door and you moaned at the feeling of air conditioned and cool air surrounding you. 
     “That good, huh?” He teased with a faint smirk as he disappeared further into his house, “it feels like I live on the sun back at my place.” You chuckle nervously, unable to see him, but still hear him.
     He reemerges seconds later, a heavy looking toolbox in his left hand as he comes to a halt in front of you. Still shirtless. 
     “Ready, Kid?” He asks with a smile and you furrow your eyebrows, “I’m not a kid.”
     He chuckles, deep and low before shaking his head, “yeah? You’ll have to prove it, Kid.” He tacks on the pet-name out of spite, teasing you before he’s brushing past you and holding the door open for you.
     The walk is short, you leading Bucky into the house and he groans, “Christ, it’s warm in here.”
     It’s your turn to laugh, “yeah, I’ve been tempted to just walk around naked today because even these,” you grip the fabric of your shirt, “are too much.”
     Bucky’s listening, watching you intently as his tongue darts out from the corner of his mouth, “bit dangerous, don’t you think?” He smirks as you shrug your shoulders, “what’s the worst that could happen?”
     He cocks his head to the side, “someone could see you, see a little too much of ya’, sweetie. A neighbour, perhaps.” His eyes have darkened significantly from when you first greeted him at his door. 
     “I trust that my neighbour would keep it a secret,” the tension is thick as Bucky finally drops the toolbox onto the floor with a dense thud. 
     “I think he would,” Bucky hums, opening the box as you watch the way his back muscles ripple as he bends over. 
     “Gimmie a few minutes, yeah?” He asks, straightening out as you nod your head, “I’ll be in the kitchen.” 
     You nearly bolt into the kitchen, telling yourself that you were in some heat-induced haze that was causing you to hallucinate that interaction between you and Bucky. 
     You’re desperate for a glass of water, at least that’s what you tell yourself as you open the fridge and grab the pitcher, pouring a generous glass before nearly chugging half of it. 
      It helps, for a moment. Quenching your thirst. Not the metaphorical one, though. 
      There’s faint noise heard throughout the house and well, at least Bucky’s kind enough to take time out of his day to swelter in the heat trying to fix your air conditioning. 
     You bite down on your lip, sinking your teeth into the flesh as you let your mind wander to that goddamn metal arm of his. 
     You’re snapped out of your thoughts when Bucky re-enters the kitchen, “I’ve got bad news and good news, Kid.” 
      There it is again, that fucking pet-name you’re starting to despise. 
     “What’s the bad news?” You ask, placing the cup onto the counter, “it’s dead, you need a completely new unit.”
     You groan, shaking your head, “and the good news?” 
     He’s still holding a wrench, flipping it, “you’re welcome to hang out at my place, I was jus’ ‘bout to make lunch anyways.” 
      You have to take a moment to digest his words, the offer, and the fact that it was Bucky asking you.
     “Yeah, uhm thanks. That’s really nice,” you smile, and you’re truly grateful because you seriously think you’ll go crazy if you spend another minute trapped inside of your house. 
     He smiles, “perfect,” is all he says before turning on his heels as you follow him. 
     It’s silent, the walk back as Bucky once again holds the door open for you before shoving his toolbox to the side of his front door. 
     “Now ‘m no chef, so I hope you like sandwiches,” Bucky chuckles, following him through his house that you’ve been in a handful of times already. It’s nothing new, but is at the same time because you’ve never been alone with him. 
     “I can make a pretty mean lemonade,” you offer, watching Bucky’s lip curl into a smile, “jus’ full of surprises, aren’t ya, Kid?”
     You have to fight the urge to scowl at the pet-name. Instead, you just nod your head and open his fridge to grab the lemons, lemon juice, and ask Bucky for the sugar. 
     The cold air from the fridge soothes you, washing over you as goosebumps prickle over your skin and your nipples harden through your shirt. 
     You don’t pay them much attention, but Bucky does because he has to clear his throat, eyes casting to the floor as he slides the sugar over to you without looking at you. 
     It makes you feel good, an ego-boost as you spend the rest of the time making the lemonade in silence. 
     “I gotta say, I don’t know how you managed to survive as long as you did with no A/C.” He said, focusing on the sandwiches in front of him. 
     You hummed, “it wasn’t easy. Unlike you, I don’t have the luxury of having a metal arm I can use to cool off.” 
     That catches his attention, turning around to face you with a sly smirk on his lips, “you curious?” He asks, holding up his hand as your eyes lock on it, nodding your head.
     “Turn around,” it’s a command, but his voice is soft as you’re gnawing on the inside of your cheeks, but turning around as you feel him walk up to you. 
     A gasp passes through your lips as you feel the cool material of what you’ve always assumed was metal, against your shoulders, “s’great to have, helps me a lot whenever ‘m too hot.”
     The innuendo is thick, your eyes fluttering closed as you lean into his touch, lunch long forgotten now. He kneads your tense muscles gently, coaxing a soft moan from you that you should be embarrassed about, but the relief washing over your body is too good.
     “Can you,” you’re shy about asking your question, “can you feel things with your metal arm?”
     Bucky stops and you think you’ve offended him, “I sure can, sweetheart.”
     “Must be nice,” you sigh, head lolling to the side slightly as Bucky’s cold hand creeps up your neck, “could help you too, sweetheart.” He purrs lowly in your ear, stubble scratching at your neck lightly. 
     The words physically don’t come out, instead a mewl does as you nod your head. 
     “Gonna have to use those big girl words of yours,” he whispers, hand still on your neck as you let out a whine, “please, Bucky, it’s s’hot.”
     He spins you around, trapping you between his counter and body as he looks at you with hungry eyes, “good girl.”
     You swallow thickly, swallow down the lump in your throat as your mouth falls open and your throat goes dry because Bucky is shirtless and so fucking close to you.  
     “’M gonna take care of ya’, I know how much you need it. Can practically smell you soakin’ through your panties,” he says, licking his bottom lip as you’re looking at him wide-eyed and excited.
     He presses his hips against yours, the thin material of his workout shorts does little to conceal the straining erection that’s now pressed against your hip and it takes everything in you not to whimper. 
     “Wanna hear a secret first, gumdrop?” He asks, cocking his head to the side, “yeah.”
      “I haven’t been able to stop thinkin’ ‘bout you since I first met you.” He purrs, confessing his dirty little secret, “do you remember that day?”
     Of course you remember, it was the night you spent with your hands between your legs as you imagined what it would be like to have Bucky there instead. 
     You shake your head and he hums, “jus’ a year ago, wearin’ that cute little summer dress actin’ like you didn’t know what you were doin’ to my cock.” 
     All you wanted to do was look good, look good for Bucky. 
     He grabs your chin next, with his warm hand and you gasp, “and now I get to fuck you. Right here, in my kitchen.”
     His words send a shiver down your spine, his inhuman appendage travelling up to cup your breasts through your thin tank top, “touch me, pretty girl.” He whispers and that’s when you realize you’ve been standing still. 
     Not in discomfort, but because you were afraid that if you moved, you would wake up from whatever good dream you were having. 
     You relaxed against him, his fingers pinching your nipple through your shirt as you let out a soft gasp before your hands are on his hot and muscled chest. 
     “You ever think of me?” He asks, “when you’re layin’ in bed, with your fingers deep in your own pussy?”
     You moan, you actually moan at his words as you nod your head, “mhmm.”
     He chuckles lowly, kicking your feet apart gently as he dips his hand under your shirt and you have to gasp at the cool touch before he’s slinking his fingers under the waistband of your shorts and panties. 
     “’M gonna ruin your own fingers for you, gumdrop.” He smirks darkly, running the digits through your soaked folds. 
     “But s’okay, ‘cause you know where to find me now,” he dips a single finger into your entrance teasingly before finding your clit and you hand to dig your fingernails into his shoulders and back. 
    “Good girl, that’s it. God I can hear how wet you are,” he growls, applying more pressure to your clit until you’re whining and reeling in the pleasure. 
     He doesn’t let you dwell on it for much longer before he’s dipping his fingers back into your entrance, starting slow with one. 
     “How’s that feel, feel good to be filled up and stretched out at the same time?” He taunts, slowly fucking you as you’re moving your hips against his hand. 
     He adds a second finger, curling them upwards and then stilling, “fuck yourself.” He suddenly says with a smirk. 
     “Grind your hips over my finger, gumdrop. Make yourself cum if you want it that bad.” You whine, shaking your head in desperation because you were already so fucking close. 
     He just didn’t want to give it to you so easily. 
     You listen, rocking your hips and your clit bumps against his palm. It’s new; cold and thick, your mind wandering at how big he could be.
     “I can feel your greedy cunt squeezin’ me, you’re so close, pretty girl. C’mon, I know you want it. S’all yours,” he whispers in your ear, sucking at the skin below your ear. 
     Your hips move more erratically, soft pants flowing out of your mouth before you’re gripping his fingers and cumming. 
     Cumming all over his hand, in the middle of his kitchen, in the middle of the hottest day of the year. 
     “You look so pretty when you cum,” he whispers, slowly removing his fingers so he can literally rip the clothes off of you.  
     You’re shocked, “you can wear mine, s’fine.” He shrugs as he’s tugging his own pants down and suddenly you realize why you could feel all of him.
     He hadn’t had any boxers on, and the sight of him made you shudder.
     “There’s no fuckin’ way you’ll fit,” you blubber, watching as he wraps his hand around his shaft, stroking himself. 
      “Oh, it’ll fit,” he smirks, “I’ll make sure of that, baby.”
      You’re falling seconds after, Bucky pulling you down onto the cold kitchen floor and yeah, it feels amazing against your sweltering hot skin.
     “Don’t be shy, gumdrop. Jus’, here,” he positions you over his cock, rocking your hips as you grind over him, “feels good, yeah?”
     It does, eyes falling closed as you nod your head before he’s lining himself up, “take it nice and slow.” He whispers softly as you slowly sink over him. 
     The stretch burns slightly, but the fullness is welcoming as your hands are resting against chest while Bucky just watches you take his cock.
     “Fuck, baby,” he whines, “that’s it, you took me, all of me.”
     You open your eyes, looking down to see the bulge in your tummy from where Bucky’s sitting snugly inside of you and you moan.
     He presses a cool hand to your tummy, “ride me, use my cock to make yourself feel good.”
     You don’t have to be told twice, moving and rocking your hips as your knees are planted against the marble floors. 
     When he adds pressure to your lower tummy, everything heightens and you’re whimpering in desperation, “again.”
     Bucky smirks, “such a good girl, so full of me.”
     He helps, thrusting up into you occasionally without warning and it just adds to the pressure that’s in your tummy. You know what’s going to happen, but you’re worried. 
     “‘M g-gonna,” a moan rips through your chest first, “gonna squirt, Bucky.”
     The deep and low groan doesn’t go unnoticed as Bucky throws his head back, “s’all I want, baby. Go ahead, soak me.” 
     He pinches your clit, sending you over the edge as you push his dick out and squirt, making a mess over his abdomen and you know you’ve never cum that hard because you nearly pass out.
     Bucky’s fisting his cock before he’s grunting, spilling over his chest and adding to the absolute mess you’ve created.  
     You’re embarrassed, opening your mouth to apologize before Bucky’s pulling you into a hot and searing kiss. 
     “I know you were ‘bout to apologize, so don’t you fuckin’ dare. That was the hottest thing ever, I-I’m gonna be thinkin’ about it for weeks. Hell, ‘m gonna be dreamin’ of it.”
     His words make you feel like mush and you know you’re probably in subspace as Bucky helps you up, softly whispering in your ear. 
     “Let’s get cleaned up, okay? Then we’ll have lunch like we planned, yeah?” He asks and you’re nodding your head, content with Bucky picking you up to carry you into the shower. 
     When the stream hits you, you hum, it’s cool and refreshing and definitely what you needed after the day you had. When you’re clean, Bucky is dressing you in his clothes, the clothes that smell like him and you feel safe and happy. 
     “You doin’ okay, gumdrop?” He asks in a whisper, your beaming grin answer enough, “I like the new nickname.” 
     He smiles, “yeah? Well ‘m glad.” 
     It’s silent for a little while longer as you finally return to Earth, happy, relaxed, and no longer sweating from the heat. 
     “Y’know, if it’s too hot tonight,” Bucky says, “you could always sleep at my place.” He suggests with a cheeky wink, “only if I can have the left side of the bed.” 
     He laughs, pulling you into his body, “you can have whatever you want, gumdrop.” 
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agentofbarnes · 4 hours ago
First I just want to say your masterlist is the stuff of dreams 🥲 I want to live forever in each of your AUs. 🥰
Can I request a trinity au idea? Maybe one of the trio (reader?) is feeling a little left out and at like a gala or party someone is flirting with them and because they’ve been in weird headspace they entertain it a little and the other two are just like oh heck no this one is ours thank you and just picks them up and carries them out
left out — stucky
warnings || angst, flirting, sad!reader, fluff
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You didn’t often felt left out, but for some reason, Bucky and Steve seemed to be playing favorites with each other. It had started when you went on mission with Natasha. You had been gone for two weeks and the boys had seemed to get in this routine of just being them.
Maybe you were just being insecure, but when you found them cuddled up in Bucky’s small bed with no room for you, you felt sadness wash over you. You guys always slept in Steve’s room, his bed was the biggest and fit you all perfectly. Why had they fallen asleep without you?
What you didn’t know was that this was purely an accident. Steve had gone in to get Bucky and they had just fallen asleep talking about what they wanted to get you for the upcoming anniversary.
Then there was shower sex they had the next morning, or how they went shopping the next couple days without you. They went on a whole date without you and you were just...depressed at this point.
Steve had been the first to notice you had been distant. It was the night before the gala and you had slept in your own room in a mess of blankets. Not that Steve knew this since you had locked your door. Bucky had asked where you were when Steve had come to bed.
“Something’s wrong,”Steve said with a frown, eyebrows pressed together.”FRIDAY said she’s asleep, but her door is locked. Did..did something happen?”
“I dunno, she hasn’t been very talkative since she got back from the mission,”Bucky sighed, worry now racking through his body.”You think FRIDAY would let us in?”
“No, I already asked.”
Neither of them barely got any sleep, and where morning finally came, you stayed locked in your room with only Natasha helping you getting ready for the gala. They didn’t see you until that night.
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You dressed in a dark blue dress with red lipstick staining your lips, the smooth fabric curved over your assets perfectly. Bucky had caught sight of you by the bar with a faint smile on your lips.
His brows scrunched together, watching you carefully while you seemed to be nursing a fruit drink given to you by the PR agent for the Avengers. He was nice looking man and he was flirting with you.
“You are by far the prettiest of all the avengers, by far, you are my favorite,”The man, Josh, had gushed over you, hand stroking your arm gently.
Bucky nudged Steve with a clenched jaw, and when Steve laid his eyes on you, he thought he might see red. Out of the three of you, Steve was by far the most possessive of you. He puffed out his chest.
“Oh fuck no,”Steve grunted, shoving his drink into Natasha’s hands who had been talking to him. He started towards you with no hesitation, Bucky follow him to make sure he didn’t start too much trouble.
“Oh my god, you have no idea how much I needed that,”You smiled, a blush creeping on your face.”You aren’t too bad yourself, definitely my favorite PR agent..”
“Oh, now you’re just flattering me...”
You felt Steve’s chest against your back, hands gripping your hips harshly. He knew how much you liked it, but it was more to keep you close and have you in his arms. Your breath hitched, taking in the aroma of both your boys.
“What do you think you’re doing, bunny?”Steve asked, picking you up by your waist in a very possessive manner. Bucky stared down the man in front of you, striking fear in the innocent guy who just thought you were pretty. Josh had quickly scurried away when the super soldiers had crowded you, intimidated by their blunt strength and dominance.
“I dunno, he was just being nice,”You bowed your head in shame, frowning at yourself. You had liked the attention the boys had seemed to be depriving you of, or you had depriving yourself of.”What does it matter to you?”
“What’s goin’ on with you, peaches?”Bucky asked, his demeanor changing as soon as you were out of public eyes. He softened, more touchy as he tilted you chin up. Your back was pressed against Steve’s chest, his strong arm holding you close. It was the first time in a week that you had been so close to both of him.
You shrugged, tears welling up in your eyes. You didn’t know how to tell them about all the things you had been thinking. How you didn’t feel good enough or how they seemed so happy without you.”Just noticed how happy you guys are when I’m gone.”
Steve never spun you around so fast, his movements much faster than Bucky’s due the perfect serum. He had you caged under the wall , staring down at you with disbelief. Bucky wore the same expression. You felt overwhelmed by both of them being so close, craving the touch of your boys. You just wanted to be in their arms again.
“What would you make think that?”Bucky asked first, leaning against the wall next to where you were caged in. His hands coming to take one of yours.
“You guys have been...it’s just be you two since I got back, you slept in Bucky’s room without me the other night, you went on a date!”
“You think we’re happy without you? That we don’t miss you every second you’re away, Buck barely sleeps without you. He doesn’t sleep until he knows your safe, he’s so exhausted when you get back, he practically passes out, it was accident,”Steve tried to explain, his strength getting the better of him as his hand accidentally sunk in the drywall behind you.
“It wasn’t a date, baby,”Bucky added, eyes soft on you. It made your heart break a little,”We were getting some stuff for our anniversary.”
“You were?”You asked, feeling embarrassed at how you had gotten in your head. You held onto Steve’s arm, making him easy his grip.
“I thought...I thought you were mad at us, you lock us out, bunny, you’ve been so distant, and I’ve missed you so much. I hate not having you around, you ease me, I’m my best when I have both of you,”Steve told you, hands coming to cup your face.”We love you, we can’t survive without you.”
His lips molded against yours perfectly, his sweet kiss making you forget every insecurity you ever felt. This was what you needed, reassurance that your boys loved you.
Bucky pulled Steve away from you, tugging at your waist so he could embrace you. After a moment, he leaned away and hooked his finger under your chin to look at him.”Next time you get in that pretty head of yours, you tell me, okay? All this could have been avoided if you had just communicated. We should have realized sooner, okay? We’re all fault here, but we’ve got you now.”
You nodded, smiling at him faintly before kissing his lips too. Bucky held you close, made you feel safe and loved. They were right, you should have gone to them. Maybe then you wouldn’t have spent this week so alone.
It didn’t matter now. You knew you would never be alone, not as long as you had your boys.
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skyeisawizard · 4 hours ago
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Wild Child - Chapter Seven
Y/N Stark was a wild child. Vandalism, drag racing, that kind of thing. She was untamable, filled with sarcasm and nothing else.
Her undeniable love for crackers leads her right into the man who would fix her, love her.
BUCKY BARNES X READER
Chapter Seven: Bucky? Gone. Tony? A dick. Y/N? Far too drunk for this bullshit
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
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Warnings: Drinking, language, Bucky in love
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They looked as though they had been together for years when, in reality, they weren't really together at all.
Bucky got his share of kisses on the cheek, enough to last him a lifetime. Y/N got to hold his hands, flesh and metal, in her own for as long as she wanted. Truthfully, she never wanted to let him go. Where they would usually go for a walk around the compound or something that got them moving, they stayed on the couch on Bucky and Steve's floor, just holding each other.
That was where they fell asleep, on that couch. Arms wrapped around each other. Y/N was holding him tighter than Bucky thought possible, her smaller hands almost ripping his shirt in her sleep. Bucky didn't fall asleep. He was awake the entire time, watching her, the way she breathed, the way her leg would twitch and her face would scrunch up in discomfort. The way she smiled, how her hands tightened on him and loosened as she dreamt.
At near to three in the morning, Steve walked into their living area. He placed his hand over Bucky's mouth and pressed his finger to his lips, keeping him quiet. Although they never made a plan, Bucky knew what he needed to do.
Slowly and carefully he unfurled Y/N's fists and lifted her off of him. He laid her down on the couch and draped a blanket over her sleeping figure. As much as he didn't want to leave her, Bucky knew he had to for any chance of seeing her again.
When she woke up the next morning she was alone. Both Steve and Bucky were gone. The floor looked like they hadn’t been there for weeks. The only clues that they had ever lived there was the clothing left in their rooms.
If Y/N thought she was capable of breaking down and crying, that was what she would’ve been doing. But she couldn’t. Instead, she grabbed her cane and went about her morning like nothing was wrong.
She made her way back up to her floor, taking the stairs to challenge herself, to push her body. By the time she got to where she needed to be she wiped the sweat from her forehead and walked into her living area, where her dad was already by the home bar.
“A little early to be drinking, isn’t it?”
Tony ignored her. He emptied his glass, throwing it back when he turned to his daughter. “How was your day with the terminator?”
“You don’t really want to know, do you?”
“Not particularly.” He placed his glass down and walked over to the couch. “You still have until tonight with him. You wanna go back down there?” His eyes were trained on her as her lips curled into a smile.
That confirmed it. Tony hid a little grin of his own. He raised his eyebrows to his daughter, shook his head and turned away.
***
Tony knew of the plan. He knew it existed, not what it consisted of. When the Avengers were put on task to find and detain, well, the Avengers, he knew everything had gone to shit.
He couldn’t say no. The government basically owned them now. For his family’s sake, he had to do what they asked, had to hunt down his friends and bring them in. It didn't matter how much his daughter was going to hate him, he was doing this for her.
Tony knew she wouldn't realise it at first, would resent him for the rest of her life, but it would be worth it to keep her out of trouble.
"Do you miss him?" Tony asked one night. It was one of those rare occasions where he and Y/N were sitting peacefully, watching a movie. Both of them were fidgeting, of course. Neither Stark was able to sit still for very long. Call it a side effect of genius.
Y/N scoffed and propped her leg up on the coffee table. She had only a few weeks left with her cane but was a little but unwilling to give it up. Even with it she would still stumble. Pain would still shoot up her leg and she would crash to the floor, but she never let anybody see her fall. The one person she could be vulnerable around was gone and she didn’t know when she would see him again. “What do you think.” She picked at her nails.
“You know he’s now a threat to the US, right?”
“He’s not the threat. The Winter Soldier was the threat. The Winter Soldier doesn’t exist anymore. He’s not a threat to this fucking country. He’s just a guy.”
There was nothing he could say to make this better, nothing he could say to get her on his side. Not that Tony wanted her on his side. He sat up. “Okay. Here’s how this is gonna go.” He flexed his fingers. “You’re gonna tell me their plans and I’ll bring him in.”
“I think you’re losing your mind already, dad.” She stood up and turned off the television. “Why in the fuck would I tell you what I know? I don’t even know anything! I just woke up one morning and…” She took a breath to steady herself before the tears started falling. No, Y/N Stark does not cry. “And he and Steve were both gone, okay? No note, no goodbye, nothing.”
She stormed off, going to the one place she had felt comfort in recent months: Bucky’s room.
When Y/N had him there, she rarely went into his room. It was where she had first kissed him, where they had eaten breakfast on Saturday morning. It was where she had been crashing for the last week. Somehow the sheets still smelled like him. The pillow on the left side of the bed smelled like him and Bucky didn’t even sleep on the damn thing. That bed was reserved to sit on, for the little bit of comfort he was able to have. God knows it was too much when he was sleeping.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y,” she called, face pressed into his pillow. “Where is my dad?”
“In the lab with Miss Romanoff, Miss Stark.”
“Give me audio.”
“You are not authori-”
“Override Star Spangled, password Eat shit.” Tony thought he was clever. He didn’t want Steve to eat shit, not in the slightest. It was just the most ridiculous code name and password he could think of. Something that would keep his daughter out. Well, it didn’t do a very good job.
As soon as the last word left her mouth, the audio patched through. “Why are they going to an airport in Germany?” Came Natasha’s voice.
Tony’s hum was audible, as was him typing away at something. “He didn’t search where they’re trying to get to, but this is the airport they’re headed to. We could meet them there and cut them off. Bring him in and all of that.”
“What about Y/N?”
“She’s not coming with us, if that’s what you mean. If we go now she won’t notice.”
But she was already gone. Already running through the tower with a bottle of whiskey in her jacket pocket. The only thing that could give her away was the sound of her cane hitting the floor, but everybody was too busy suiting up to notice.
When she got to the hanger, F.R.I.D.A.Y was already powering up the jet they were going to take. Y/N ducked as she climbed aboard. It was easy enough to stow away. She hid behind equipment, guns, tactical gear and more. Her cane was propped against the wall, hidden behind a gun.
Soon everybody else was aboard. Her father sat in the pilots seat, his suit already on. “Yeah, Happy. Pick him up and fly him over. Get him ready and tell him we’ll meet him there. Don’t let him do anything stupid on the way in.”
Him? Who the hell was he? She stayed hidden, pulled the guns closer. It was impossible that nobody spotted her, heard the involuntary squeak she made as she slid slightly with the loose gear. From the minute they took off a wave of sickness overtook her, and she uncapped her drink. Somebody heard it sloshing around as she lifted the plastic bottle to her lips.
When they landed, the others quickly filed out. Y/N waited one minute. Another. And then another. And then another. And then another. The bottle of whisky was full when her journey started, almost half empty by the time she left the jet.
The burner phone in her pocket buzzed. “What floor are you guys on?”
“I still can’t believe you’re doing this.”
“Tell me!”
Sam told her the floor they were parked on and Y/N was quick to hang up. She grabbed a gun, the smallest one she could find (which, looking back, wasn’t the best idea) and made her way down to the floor they were on.
Her cane barely touched the floor as she ran. She ignored the slight pain that was there and instead focused on getting to him. Where her dad and his team went up, she went down. Down at least three levels until she found Sam, Steve, Bucky and a guy that looked way too excited. Wanda and Clint were stood to the side, looking not too happy to see her. She was a Stark, after all.
Sam might’ve greeted her. Steve might have done the same. The stranger might’ve shouted, “Is that Y/N Stark?!” a little too enthusiastically, but she didn’t care. Not when he was stood there looking at her like that.
She said nothing. Stayed silent. The only nose was her cane hitting the floor as she ran to him, wrapped her arms around him. “You’re a prick,” she whispered, head against his shoulder as Bucky lifted her into his arms. “No note, no goodbye! I actually worried about you!”
Considering the circumstances, Bucky was grinning. He was grinning from ear to ear. Both of his hands were on her ass, keeping her against him as he kissed her cheek and pressed his forehead to hers. “You’re cute, doll,” he whispered, not much caring that the others were watching. “I don’t think you should be here but I’m so damn happy to see you.”
She hopped down, leaned against him and turned to her favourite sort-of uncle. “So, what’s your stupid plan? New guy, go and grab my cane would you?”
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She listened to her father talk, threaten her sort-of uncle and the man she was falling for. God, he loved to talk. She was the same, too much like her father for her own good. Whistling, she climbed on top of a van, flicked off the lid of her drink and raised her gun. “Can you please shut the hell up?”
For the first time in his life, Tony Stark was shocked into silence. “You’re not meant to be here. She’s not meant to be here so can we please refrain from shooting at her?” He squinted his eyes at her. “Have you been drinking? Are you drunk?”
“She’s also injured,” shouted Steve.
“You’re grounded, kiddo!”
She trained her gun on her dad. “I know every weak spot in that suit. You really want to do this? And I'm not drunk, by the way. Getting there, but not drunk.”
“Alright, I’ve had enough.” He cupped his hands around his mouth. “Underoos!”
Suddenly Steve’s shield was gone from his hand. There was a thing on the chopper opposite her, just sitting there like he hadn’t swung out of nowhere. The eyes on his suit narrowed on Y/N. “Oh my God, You’re Y/N Stark! My friend has had the biggest crush on you since we were kids!”
Her eyes widened. “Is that a child? You pulled a child into this? Dad! That’s irresponsible as hell!” She shouted and turned her attention to the boy on the chopper. “How old are you, kid?” She raised her eyebrows, waiting for an answer.
“Enough!” Sam came flying over her. “Let’s just get this over with, okay?”
“Fine by me.”
“Let’s do this.”
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sebsblueeyes · 5 hours ago
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Comfort-Zone
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Summary/ A very short simple thing I wrote, enjoy.
Pairing/ Bucky x Reader
TW/ idk pain?
A freezing cold night, you two were in your apartment lying on the bed, with a big blanket over your aching bodies.
His hand was gently rubbing your back,and your hands were around his neck.
"Buck." you said softly.
"Yes Doll." he smiled,
"Please help me." your voice breaks.
"I'm-m sorry-" he quitely gets out,
"-İ don't exist here." his voice breaking too.
And he simply turns to dust.
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gogolucky13 · 6 hours ago
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Southpaw (4)
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Series summary: Tied up in the criminal world your godfather has built, you have no reason to leave, until you find one in the man they call Southpaw.
Pairing: boxer!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word count: 2,218
Warnings: Slight angst, bit of fluff. Mention of alcohol consumption. Maybe swearing?
A/N: We have a date!! Thank you for all the support, feedback is always appreciated! Divider by @firefly-graphics Happy reading! 💜
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The bar is one you’ve been to a few times before. It sits a few blocks south from the gym, closer to your apartment. It isn’t fancy; the dark wooden floors are littered with scuffs and marks from years of clumsy foot traffic, the glossy bar top is decorated with its own markings of stains and chips, and a golden yellow wallpaper covers the walls, a few spots peeling. It isn’t fancy, but the drinks are cheap without the bad aftertaste, and the service is prompt.
Looking for a secluded spot, you ignore the stools along the bar and instead opt for a small wooden table towards the back of the room.
“Thank you, James.”
He holds out a beer for you, and you take it gingerly with a grateful smile.
“Not a problem,” he replies, taking the seat opposite you, “and it’s Bucky.”
A furrowed brow and a confused tilt of your head is your reaction, the unasked question sitting in the back of your throat as you swallow it down with a sip of beer.
“The only person who calls me James is my mom,” he chuckles lightly. “I mostly go by my middle name, Bucky.”
“Your middle name is Bucky?”
A teasing smirk pulls at the edge of your lips, widening when you see the broad smile stretching across his face.
“Well, no,” he replies. “My middle name is Buchanan. Bucky for short.”
A hum of understanding resonants in your chest as you nod your head, contemplating. “Bucky is nice and all, but James looks like it suits you better.”
“Well, it is my name,” he laughs, picking his own beer up, but stopping short of taking a sip. “Call me whatever you want, sweetheart.”
The words and the pet name shouldn’t induce such a flurry of emotions, a flustered tickle deep in your belly and an increase in your heartbeat, but for some reason, they do. A rising desire to call him by more than just his name, to call him yours, heats your insides, and you’re taking a frantic sip of cold beer to simmer it.
A silence settles over you then. He sits across from you, the dim lighting somehow accentuating his striking features, an azure stare set directly on you. The intensity of it causes you to self-consciously shift in your chair and tightly wrap your fingers around your bottle of beer. His eyes continue to roam over you, not in total lust, but in intrigue. Like he’s attempting to understand you and your past by reading every line of your soul and examining every scar on your heart.
When he doesn’t seem to find the answer to what he’s looking for, he finally speaks.
“So, how’d you end up working for Pierce?”
His tone is mostly even, with a hint of the curiosity you picked up on in his stare. The question isn’t surprising, it’s one you’ve been asked probably a hundred times before, but there’s something different in the way Bucky asks. The intent to understand how you—someone who clearly doesn’t belong—ended up in this world of crime.
After taking a quick swig of your beer, you shrug before responding. “He’s my godfather.”
Anticipation crosses Bucky’s features, quirking his brow to indicate he’s waiting for you to elaborate. Letting out a sigh, your gaze falls to the torn label on the bottle, your thumb mindlessly picking at the damp paper.
“My father passed away a little bit ago, and I never really had a great relationship with my mom, and after I graduated from college, I needed money and a job.” Pinching your lips into a thin line, you look up to him. “It was too good of an opportunity to pass up.”
He nods in understanding, taking a sip of his own beer. “Do you like what you do?”
“That’s a difficult question,” you chuckle sarcastically. “Do you?”
“Mostly, and it pays the bills.” Bucky shrugs and leans back in his chair, regarding you for another moment. “Why do you stay?” His voice is low, a crease in his brow evidence of his concern.
Gently chewing on your bottom lip, you consider his question. Although the answer seems simple—because you need the money—there’s a dark complexity to it. To leave would pose too great of a risk, one that hasn’t seemed worth it to you.
“I guess I haven’t found a reason to leave.”
He holds your stare. The clenching of his jaw is noticeable as he silently communicates his understanding, a thousand unsaid things floating in the air between you, mixing with the small specs of dust before floating away and getting lost for another day.
Finally, you clear your throat and look away, the heaviness of the conversation not something you were expecting to get into so soon. Deciding to change the topic, you pick up your bottle, and tip it in the direction of his tattooed arm.
“So, what’s with the arm? Why do they call you ‘Southpaw’?”
Bucky watches you take a sip of your drink. A small smirk playing at the edge of his mouth, clearly amused with your attempt to take control of the discussion. He glances to his arm as he replies.
“I broke it in three different places,” he says matter-of-factly, looking back to you. “It’s been reset so many times with pins and screws, it’s got more metal than bone. I hardly feel anything on this side.”
Eyes wide with surprise, a light chuckle of disbelief escapes from your lips. “Jesus.”
“Right?” Bucky softly laughs. He then holds his hand up, flipping it back and forth while he gazes at it, something close to pride highlighting his features. “I resented it for a long time, but this arm has won me a lot of money.”
His words reignite the fiery embers of yearning that settled in the pit of your stomach all those weeks ago, the want to know as much about him as possible burning just as strong as it did then.
“Why would you resent your arm?”
You feel a little silly asking, almost like you should know the reason why, or like you misunderstood his statement. But when Bucky meets your gaze, there’s a wistful sadness that creases his brow and darkens the vibrant blue of his eyes you’ve come to appreciate so much, and it takes everything in you to not reach out for him.
“I uh, had an accident,” he states, voice thickening with emotion. He clears his throat, eyes casting down to the table as he continues. “I fell 50 feet from a helicopter while I was in the service. Broke my back along with my arm, and I was left with a lot scars that were just reminders of what happened. It almost ruined me, but then I found boxing.” He finally looks back up to you. “And I reclaimed it. I covered up the scars with some tattoos and started using it for something that brought me happiness. I decided I wasn’t going to let it bring me down anymore.”
An almost pained look of awe covers your features as you listen, and there’s a small twinge of regret at asking the question, but you settle into the thought Bucky wouldn’t have answered if he didn’t want to. And then you think perhaps he wants you to know everything about him.
“I…don’t know what to say,” you reply quietly. “I’m so sorry that happened to you.”
Bucky shrugs. “I’m not anymore,” he says lightly, but then a seriousness takes over, and he’s holding your stare once again. “It got me here, to this moment with you.”
A breath catches in your throat, stalled and you almost choke on it at the confession. The wild beat of your heart has it nearly bursting out of your chest, deafening as blood rushes in your ears. Too much. Glancing to the table, you mumble an excuse me before disappearing to the bathroom to collect yourself.
After several calming breaths and a few splashes of cold water to the face, you return to the table. Bucky’s burning gaze instantly finds you and it sets your body on fire as you sit across from him again. Picking up your beer, you smirk around the lip of the bottle, fully ready to jump headfirst into whatever this is.
“So, what’s your favorite color?”
Time passes in an intoxicating blur of laughs and longing glances as you continue to share more about yourselves. Like a broken dam, stories and questions spill from you both, learning and engaging. Little details that would seem trivial to others but mean everything to you, tucked away for later when you’re lying awake in bed.
Eventually, you notice how late it’s gotten and declare you need to get home. He insists on walking you back, even after you tell him it isn’t necessary. It’s only a few short blocks and his car is in the opposite direction, but Bucky wasn’t taking no for an answer.
Walking up the short flight of stairs to your front door, you can feel Bucky’s strong presence behind you. With a shaking hand, you manage to unlock your door, then turn to face him.
“Thank you for walking me home,” you softly say with a smile. “I had a lot of fun tonight.”
“Me too,” Bucky replies, voice low and colored with
A pause comes between you, pregnant with the effects of shared stories and the rush of unspoken desire. There’s a moment of only gazing at each other until you see the quick flick of his eyes to your lips. The fluttering in your chest intensifies at the anticipation, but when you realize he’s hesitant to make the first move, you do it for him.
Gripping the leather lapels of his black jacket, you pull his mouth to yours, slanting your lips together into a fervent kiss. A warm rush like nothing you’ve felt before lights up your body at the contact, creating a thrumming buzz that tingles every nerve ending inside you. After a second of slight uncertainty, Bucky quickly removes his hands from the front pockets of his jeans and they find purchase on your waist as he deepens the kiss with a tongue slip out to meet yours.
It tastes like a bitter mistake and sweet longing. A juxtaposition of everything you know is wrong but feels so, so right. Lightheaded and breathless, you’re losing yourself in the moment, the hunger inside growing and screaming for more.
The sensation has your legs weakening, and you instinctively lean into Bucky for support. He responds, your back roughly meeting the hard wood of your front door, erupting a small moan to escape from your lips. The noise spurs Bucky on and he eagerly swallows it up. His sinewy body presses against yours, crushing you between the door and him.
Bucky was foolish enough to once think he could only feel alive while in the ring, but oh how wrong he was. The taste of you on his tongue, the feel of your body against his, this is everything he has been searching for. And he can’t get enough.
His hands trail over your hips, up your sides, gripping and re-gripping what he can feel. And you’re just as desperate with hands in his hair, on the back of his neck, pulling him against you as much as you can. Small puffs cloud around your faces from heated breaths hitting the cooling night air.
A thick thigh slides between your legs, his lips drag along your jaw down to your neck, and it’s a dizzying moment of lustful desire until your godfather’s menacing face flashes in your mind, suddenly waking you up like a cold shower in the morning. Reluctantly, you push Bucky away with two gentle hands on his chest. He doesn’t budge, his grasp on you unrelenting, but he pulls his head back to get a clear view of your face.
“We have to stop,” you breathlessly say, the thrill of the kiss sucking most of the air from your lungs. “We…we can’t do this.”
Bucky searches your eyes with the same intensity he did back at the bar, and you’re close to just saying fuck it and ignoring all the red flags the rational part of your brain are desperately waving.
“What if I want to do this?”
“James…” you sigh in slight frustration, letting your head fall back against the door behind you. Why can’t he just agree and say you’re right? Make it easier on you and agree the two of you shouldn’t be doing this.
“We can’t,” you state firmly, attempting to move out of his grip. “My godfather will kill us.”
His hold tightens and you give up moving. “Then I’ll kill him.”
You bark a sardonic laugh at his response, but when you register the serious tone in his voice and across his features, irritation flares up inside you at his stubbornness. “You have to go.”
This time, when you push him away, Bucky lets you. His hands fall to his sides and he hopelessly watches you turn to open your door.
“Goodbye, James,” you say quietly, giving him one last, longing look before closing the door behind you.
Part three // Part five // Masterlist
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flowerbouquet · 7 hours ago
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─◌✰್ 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐏𝐢𝐭𝐲
𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨: In which you develop feelings for your fuck buddy Bucky. (Fwb!Bucky x Reader)
𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Involves protected sex, flashbacks and angst. This is filthy and is honestly based on what I’m going through rn :/MINORS DNI & DONT PLAGIARISE
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Bucky sat up and moved towards the end of the bed, his back flexing as he reached down to pull his clothes over him. He looked hot and after the session you just had, you wanted to go over and bite a pretty mark onto his sweaty skin, litter his body with kisses and cuddle with him till you fell asleep.
But, no strings attached meant the exact opposite of that. No strings. No commitment. No cuddling after sex, no cleaning eachother up, no showering together. None of that. It’s what you two agreed on all those months ago and the fact you were catching feelings was something that definitely wasn’t in the plan of what was agreed upon.
Although you knew nothing would work out, you couldnt help but have that little bit of hope enlighten in you everytime Bucky smiled at you. Did he feel the same? Was he also falling head over heels for you aswell? Or was that just your brain trying to make you think that so you don’t sound pathetic? Whatever it was, that hope was always with you.
“See you around” he spoke, looking back at you settled down in bed, the covers around your body and your hair splayed out. You were pretty sure you looked like a mess but he was the one who made you a mess. He fucked you like there was no tomorrow, the condition you were in was his fault.
“Yeah” you answered, biting your lip hesitantly. You almost told him to stay, to come back to bed and to kiss you like he does but instead you remain silent as he opens your bedroom door and walks out.
Once you were certain Bucky had left the house, the flashbacks of the night came back to you.
— 。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆ —
“Need to be quick told the boys I’m going out for a drink” Bucky spoke as he quickly undressed, unbuttoning his shirt as he kicked off his trousers. You doing the same, luckily you weren’t overdressed, all you had to do was to take off your oversized shirt and you’d be there in all your naked glory.
“Fine by me” you reply as you get situated in the middle of the bed, pushing the covers aside so that it would be easier for Bucky to get in. He quickly grabs a condom and tugs it over his hard length.
Buckys eyes skimmed over your body and he licked his lips as he slowly climbed ontop and pulled the covers over your bodies. Bucky switched the lamp light off, making the room a dark colour. You and him always had sex in the dark, you assumed he switched the lights off just so that you won’t get too attached, well clearly that had failed for you.
He had grabbed his hard on and slowly guided it to your dripping wet hole, Bucky rubbed his cock up and down your slit a few times whilst your hands went to rest on his shoulders, closing your eyes waiting for the pleasurable feeling of him pushing in.
“Get on with it” you complain frustratingly as he continued to rub his cock up and down your entrance making him chuckle into your shoulder. He lifts his head and looks you into the eyes, “I’m getting you ready” he replies.
“Buc-” before you could say anything, Bucky had flexed his hips a little, his cock sliding right into you making your eyelids start to flutter.
“See, much easier” he grunted, dropping his head to your shoulders again, leaving soft kisses there as he begins to roll his hips, slick and easy. It was always like this during sex, you had your little banter, a good fuck and then he went home. It was never awkward or anything but you had a feeling that would change with these new feelings you had developed for him.
“Yeah” you moan, unable to keep your composure. You felt his piercing and passionate eyes on you as he had lifted his head, his fingers digging into the pillow beneath you whilst he changed the angle of his thrusts. His hips hitting yours repeatedly, the tip grazing past your g-spot just enough to have your eyes rolling back and your nails digging into him.
Bucky panted, his breath heavy and uneven as his nose nudges your temple. His thrusts had gone sloppy, a telltale sign he was close. His fingers slowly left the pillow and gracefully slid down your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. He slid his hands underneath your thighs and lifted you up a few inches off the bed as he thrusted up into you.
Your eyes roll back causing Bucky to smirk and thrust into you again, his hips still and the blankets fall allowing you too see his perfect body. You can see his abs clench as his cock twitches and soon he cums deep into the condom.
Buckys fingers go to your clit and he rubs tight circles onto the bundle of nerves, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration as his cocks stays buried deep within you. With the continuous touches and feeling of being full, you’re squirming beneath his touch, cumming like you’ve never come before.
— 。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆ —
Tears gather in your eyes, threatening to fall. All you felt was confusion, when did these feelings develop? Was it the first time he touched you? The first time his lips touched yours? The first time his hips slammed against yours?
It wasn’t in the plan and now you had to deal with this. Little did you know, was that Bucky had the exact same feeling of butterflies doing all sorts of flips and tricks in his stomach everytime his eyes set upon you.
But none of you were willing to admit and instead decided to wallow in self-pity.
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saveafawn · 9 hours ago
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honestly the thought of a unhinged, feral, slightly-might-not-even-be-mentally stable Winter Soldier pinning me down and just ripping my cute flimsy little panties off in a urgent need of primal instinct to force me to just take it or just a silently stalking Winter Soldier sneaking inside my bedroom window and manhandling my body against his as he fucks me full of his cock and seed in my unknowing body is just a godsend pls—
the thought of just Bucky or him as the Winter Soldier splitting me open on his massive cock, ruining me for everyone else makes me wanna scream (without the ‘s’) isuheuehebhdi yes sir
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marvelswh0re · 12 hours ago
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Spent the entire service hoping that Loki or Bucky would walk in. Those priest!a.u fics were all flooding back and oh my fucking hell.
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metalbuckaroo · 12 hours ago
okay so i was looking through the prompt list and i wanted to mix it up a little :) maybe #19 from the fluff prompts and #29 from the smut prompts? where it’s just a bunch of fluffy giggly smut with maybe some praise/encouragement kink…. as always no pressure <3
Bonnie to my Clyde
Summary: "Ok, Romeo, I've heard enough."
Warnings: Fluff, smut, cursing, pretty sure that's if
AU: Biker!Bucky x F!Reader
AN: Idk wtf this is, brain is malfunctioning.
#19 from this prompt list, #29 from this list. Requests and asks are always open, feel free to send one in
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Gif not mine
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Bucky always reserved Sunday to you, turning his phone off the night before to sleep in a little longer than usual.
But this particular morning, Bucky was getting restless waiting for you to wake up.
"You up yet?" He mumbled against the skin of your shoulder as you shifted around. "Yes, because you won't stop moving and touching."
His hand slipped under your shirt, warm skin flat against your stomach as he placed wet kisses to the side of your neck. "Just couldn't stop thinking about you, pretty girl. The back of your head is just so beautiful, wanna stare at it for the rest of my life." He teased.
"Ew, that's so sappy, I might vomit." You laughed, turning over to face him. He gave you a wide smile and leaned his head towards you. "No, I haven't brushed my teeth."
He shook his head and pressed a kiss to your lips anyways, his fingers rubbing small circles into your hip. "Gonna kiss you, morning breath and all, baby." He teased, tucking his metal arm under his head.
You draped your arm over his side and cuddle closer into his chest, taking a deep inhale of his woodsy scent. "Just wanna attach you to me, never leave your side." He chuckled, gliding his hand down to the swell of your ass.
"Ok, Romeo, I've heard enough." You laughed, closing your eyes to try to fall back asleep. "Mhm, wanna be my juliet?" He hummed into your hair. "That was a really fucked up love story."
"Just can't live without ya, Sugar. You're the Bonnie to my Clyde." His fingers hooked into the waistband of your underwear, tracing back and forth. "Another fucked up love story." You mumbled into his chest. "Whipped cream to my sundae."
"I get it, lover boy."
"My twinkie."
You started laughing and tilted your head back to look up at him. "That's so gross. You're making it hard to go back to sleep."
"If you can't sleep..." His fingers slipped into the front of your underwear, teasingly sliding through your folds. "Then how about we have sex."
"I wouldn't complain about it." You smiled, scooting yourself up to capture his lips in yours. He hummed in response and lifted your leg over his hip.
You could feel the arousal building between your thighs as Bucky slipped his erection out of his boxers; moaning into his mouth when he ran his tip along your folds before sliding in.
The pace was slow; long, gentle thrusts letting him savor the stretch around him as he rocked his hips into yours, pleasured sounds mixing together in each others mouths.
This is what you craved every Sunday, the side of him that was only for you to see. Sweet, gentle touches, loving words and adoring smiles. The Bucky no one else got to see and you could be selfish with.
A gentle push to your hip urged you onto your back, Bucky staying in your walls in the swift movement.
The new angle let him slide against every sweet spot that brought your teetering on the edge. His lips brushing yours with every languid thrust. "Such a good pretty girl, baby. Go ahead and cum, know you wanna."
Bucky's husky voice made you shudder and clench around him, your fingers feeling the flexing muscles that laid under the skin of his back.
"So close-" you managed to breathe out, all of your senses drowning in Bucky as his hand glided up your thigh and hips bumped into yours. "Feel so good, pretty girl. Look so beautiful under me." He panted, thrusts growing unsteady.
"Never want anyone else, all yours." His voice became more raspy with every thrust, nipping at your bottom lip. "Fuck, Bucky," you whimpered, tipping your head back, nails digging into his skin as the coil snap; warmth taking over your body.
Bucky's thrusts turned into a grind, your name falling from his lips in a low groan as his release painted your walls in hot spurts. He locked his lips with yours and hummed in contentment.
But, you knew his teasing wasn't over by the small smirk you could feel against your lips.
"Spaghetti to my meatball."
You bit down on his bottom lip and laughed quietly at his yelp. "Get off me, you lug." You teased; only for him to crush you under his weight.
"Never gonna leave this spot."
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jamielovesbucky · 13 hours ago
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just your daily dose of seb for today also your sign to listen to this song🤗
credit to himsebastianstan on ig!
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marvelswh0re · 13 hours ago
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Is it bad that I'm sitting in Church right now (my friend dragged me along 😬) and thinking about getting absolutely railed by Loki and Bucky??
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