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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
Warnings: Drinking, language, Bucky in love
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.”
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?”
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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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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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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NSFW Ask: Needy Bucky Gets Punished
I feel so privileged that I'm your first request! that's so flattering💗
I decided to make this a quick little drabble so I hope that's okay, beeb🥺
Word Count: 400
Warnings: 18+, smut, mommy kink, degradation, sub/dom dynamics
A/N: special thanks to the platonic LOML, @sableseb, for reading this thang over for me! Xoxoxox
It was an odd reversal of power when the two of you weren’t out in public.
Bucky loved being the dominant one in your relationship when eyes were on you but behind closed doors, he was your submissive little boy.
He could rarely annoy you; you often craved his subtle touch and were never sated when it came to him. But today, Bucky grated on your last nerve. He couldn’t stop touching you, grazing your thigh, pecking your neck, doting on you. Most women would feel blessed to have the full attention of the super soldier but to you, it was just plain irritating.
“Bucky, can you seriously just stop? I’m trying to study up for tomorrow!” you chide, glaring at him as you attempted to work through the case file you brought back from the office.
His face was painted with defeat: “Sorry, I just wanna - ah - I’m sorry, Y/N.” He's now on his knees, nestled betwen your legs and nuzzling against the soft curve of your thigh.
You huffed loudly, rolling your eyes back with your usual dose of sass, “It’s annoying, Buck. Can you just leave me alone?”
“But babe, please? Need you. Need my hands on you.”
You snapped your ballpoint pen down against the oak desk and locked scornful eyes with his.
“ENOUGH! You’re pissing me off! Always such a needy, one-track minded boy.”
You stood up abruptly from the desk and swept your delicate index finger under the stubble of his sharp jawline, “What am I gonna do with you, huh?”
He looked down defeatedly and it was in this moment that you knew you were just a bit too harsh with him. But his submissive nature with you is what made your sexual chemistry so damn amazing. He was an absolute alpha in public but you could make him crumble when no one was looking.
“Think you owe me, what do you think? My baby is such a greedy slut, always needing my attention,” you scold, placing a hand on his broad, sculpted shoulders.
You reached for the sturdy, police-issued handcuffs in the top drawer of your dresser and clinked them around each of his wrists, fastening them to the tightest possible resistance.
“Yes, mommy. Whatever you say.”
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Hi I love your writing so much 🥺 Can I request a stucky x reader where no one knows the three of them are together and the boys tease her separately where they know the team will see so the team thinks she’s dating one of them but when they see her with the other they think she’s cheating until someone goes to confront her and maybe are being mean to her and she just kind of freezes because it’s supposed to be a secret so the boys have to come to her rescue
Thank you so much!😭❤️ Now, this oneshot could’ve either went the sfw route, or the nsfw route…I did nsfw. Cause, it’s sorta my thing. If you wanted fluff instead of smut, please shoot me a message and I’ll be more than happy to write another one involving playful teasing instead!💕
word count: 2.5k
warnings: smut, fingering, exhibitionism, oral m receiving, nudes, marking/biting
tags: @meetmeatyourworst @stucky-my-ship @greeneyedblondie44 @harrysthiccthighss
a/n: @fuckandfluff went over this for me, always a special thanks to her.🥰 This is a a bit fast paced, just like my other requests. I swear I have original content coming out soon. Bear with me💀 These requests have just been toooo good to not dabble in. Ly all🥺
It started a while ago, this thing between you and the two super soldiers. Steve and Bucky wanted you from the moment they laid their eyes on you, Stark’s newest recruit. They’d see you walking around the compound in shorts that barely covered your ass complimented by a shirt that was always a little too tight, outlining the swell of your breasts perfectly.
Coming to agreements are sort of their thing. Ever since they learned to walk they’ve been able to work things out with one another, always coming to a compromise. So, when Bucky came to Steve gushing over you, he was a little heartbroken. He wanted you. But, his best friend seemed to want you just as much.
After a long talk and setting rules and boundaries, they got the courage to ask you to be theirs. When the question left their lips at the same time, you were in shock. You always day dreamed about having one or the other between your legs, it didn’t matter which. But, the prospect of having both? You couldn’t have been more elated, more empowered, or more turned on.
The rules they spoke of pertained more to them than you. They promised they wouldn’t get jealous, just as long as you kept both of them entertained an equal amount. And any time you were ready to take both of them at the same time, they would be more than willing to comply.
You tried not to be conspicuous about your relationship with both men. Each of you prefers to keep it a secret, fearing what the other teammates would think. But, as time went on, they got bolder with what they said and did in front of you.
You're in the kitchen as Clint and Natasha go over mission reports, fixing a little midnight snack. They don’t pay you much attention as you munch on your chips and sandwich. But, a mop of brown hair catches your attention. Bucky waltzes in with no shirt, sweatpants slung low on his narrow hips, accentuating his deep v.
“Wonderin’ where you went off to. Bed got cold.”
He makes his way to stand behind you, hands reaching out to pull you against him. He’s always so warm, even the metal has a hint of heat emitting from it. You almost lose your wits, seemingly drawn to the man that’s behind you, trying his best to get you to rub against him just a little bit.
“Buck,” you whisper, “stop. They’ll see us.”
Your eyes dart over to the two Avengers sitting on the couch across from the kitchen, papers strewn about the coffee table, occasionally holding heat in their conversation. They’re clearly stressed. Their profiles faced you, if they were to turn their heads, they’d easily see Bucky’s attempt to get his hand down your sleep shorts.
“Not if you’re quiet, doll.”
His vibranium arm glides up the apex of your thighs. You have to hold in your whimpers and try to keep your body in control as his fingers go under your shorts. He’s met with an already soaked cunt. Now it’s his turn to hold in his groans of approval.
He chuckles against your neck. “Didn’t you get your fill earlier tonight, baby?”
Smug. That’s all he ever is. He’s a complete contrast to Steve. Bucky knows exactly what he does to you and he uses it against you every time his dick shifts. It’s embarrassing how easily he can make you fall apart.
“You should be asking yourself that, Barnes.”
The vibranium rubs drawn out circles against your swollen bud. You wince against his hand, a bruise formed from the harsh suction of his mouth from your earlier activities. You try to move away, but you're met with a hard body and an even harder cock blocking your path.
Bucky grinds his front into your ass, finding a snug place to relieve the ache that’s settled in his leaking member. Without much warning, he places two fingers inside your clenching channel. You jerk forward, the only thing holding you up is the counter digging into your hips. You raise your eyes toward the living room, Clint and Nat are still struggling with reports, seemingly oblivious to the activities taking place just a room away.
“We’re gonna have to speed this up a bit, doll.”
Bucky’s fingers jerk rapidly inside you, causing your chest to shake slightly from his force. Your control is starting to slip as he works you into a frenzy. The feel of his cool fingers hooking in your pussy just right brings a shake to your knees. His palm hits your abused clit with each pump of his wrist.
There’s a slight squelching sound surrounding the kitchen that you pray they can’t hear. The heat forming between your legs is too much. Leaning against him, you come undone. You’re on your tiptoes as the pleasure wracks your body. Your mouth hangs open in a silent scream as you ride his fingers through your orgasm.
Bucky removes his hand from your shorts and licks his fingers clean from the mess you made. Reaching past you, he takes your half eaten sandwich. Through a mouth full of turkey he says, “Hurry back to bed. You can return the favor.”
And with that, he turns and makes his way through the corridor with your sandwich in hand...as if he didn’t just make you cum in less than a minute.
Your phone has been going off ever since you sat down in the leather office chair. It’s getting increasingly harder to listen to Bruce go over the layout of his latest on field creation with your curiosity peaking with each vibration.
Slowly, you pull your phone out of your pocket, glancing down to see that Steve has been sending you message after message. “I need you.” “Don't you want to help me out?” “C’mon, answer sweetheart.” flash across the screen, along with a picture that makes you gasp and your cheeks redden,
It’s his hand wrapped around the base of his dick, the tip glistens with wetness, the veins along his shaft protrude. All of a sudden you find yourself craving to be on your knees for him, wanting to take him down your throat until you couldn’t breathe. His lower stomach shines with sweat from the workout he must have just finished. He’s almost as insatiable as his partner in crime, especially when he exercises.
He’s convinced you. You slip away from the meeting to make your way to the gym. Passing through the double doors you search for him. He isn’t in the main room, so you assume he’s in the locker room.
Your assumption is correct as you feel a large hand wrap around your arm and jerk you into a corner.
“There’s my pretty girl. Knew you couldn’t resist, honey.” Steve says as he plants kisses along your neck, grasping a hand full of hair and yanking your head back to gain better access. His constant bites cause you to let out a whimper, craving more from his mouth.
All of a sudden, he pulls away. He glances down towards the base of your neck and sees the deep purple spots left along your clavicle. With a smirk he says, “Buck really marked you up good...Let’s see if I can do better.”
From the moment you bedded each man, you could tell they have a competitive nature lurking under the cool, stoic expression they always have. They always try to see who can mark you up more, who can make you cum the most in one session, and who can get you to beg until you’re crying.
Without another moment, he’s back to biting the expanse of your skin, except it’s a lot harder. His teeth dig in, making you bite your lip to try and hold back the pained gasps. He licks over each bite before kissing them, sucking the skin to make sure his bruises have more of a harsher tone than Bucky’s.
You secretly love the way each one tries to hold more dominance over you than the other. It makes you feel wanted, makes you want to be used for their pleasure. They could be so sweet, so gentlemanly, but when lust lit up in their hearts and groins, chivalry went out the window. And that didn’t bother you one bit. Not when they left marks in remembrance of how they practically owned you. Each time they left their signature, your thighs clenched when you’d look at their creation.
“On your knees, honey. Give your Captain what he wants.”
You sink to the ground, never one to disobey your Captain’s orders, and pull his gym shorts down. He hisses above you as the cool air hits his sensitive erection. Grabbing him, you start to stroke. Feeling the velvety skin against your palm, you grip him tighter, bringing his weeping tip up to your mouth. You kiss and lick the slit, causing him to buck up, chasing the warmth of your mouth.
Irritation starts to grow in Steve. “Stop teasing and put that mouth to use.”
You sink all the way down on him, not wanting to upset him further. His tip hits the back of your throat causing you to let out small gags much to the super soldier’s pleasure. You repeat your actions, bobbing your head up and down, sucking on his crown each time you pull back.
You look up at him with tears spilling down your cheeks from taking his size. He loves seeing you stuffed full of his cock. It could be your mouth, pussy, ass, it didn’t matter. Seeing you take all of him made something primal build up in him each time.
Suddenly, you stop sucking. You clearly heard the door to the locker room open, men laughing about something in their conversation. Your eyes are wide as you try and scramble up to stand, but Steve doesn’t let you.
“Did I say you could stop? Keep going.”
Keeping an awareness of the men that could see you with Steve’s dick in your mouth at any moment, you go back to work. This time, using your hand to work his shaft while your lips focus on his swollen head. You’re twisting and pulling, trying to coax him to release himself in your mouth.
“Open that pretty mouth. Gonna paint that tongue, baby.” he grunts out while holding your cheeks between his fingers.
You hold your mouth open, still keeping your hands pace. You can see he’s close by the way his thighs tense and cock jumps. A few more pumps and he’s a goner. Steve leans his head down, watching with half lidded eyes as his cum covers your tongue. It’s a sight that makes him hard all over again, how you’re on your knees, thighs rubbing together, glassy, doe eyes looking up at him with admiration.
“Swallow every drop, baby...good girl.” he praises as you show him your empty mouth.
As soon as you get yourselves situated and looking somewhat presentable, Sam cuts around the corner, a quizzical look etched onto his face. Your heart drops, and suddenly, anger bubbles up in you. You wouldn’t be in compromising positions in public if the two men could keep it in their pants for more than a night.
“Hey,” Sam starts, “what’re you doin’ in the men’s locker room, y/n?”
“Oh, Steve said he wasn’t feeling well after his workout. So, I dropped by to see if I could be of assistance.” you smile.
You hated yourself as soon as the words left your lips. Sam Wilson is one Avenger you never liked being dishonest to, even over the most mundane things. So, lying to him over something as big as having his best friend’s dick down your throat, made your gut clench and heart ache.
“Yeah,” Steve chimed in, “I’m feeling much better now. She works wonders you wouldn’t believe.”
Stupid. That’s all Steve and Bucky are. It’s only a matter of time before you three fuck up and out your little triangle to the whole compound.
“Oh, alright.” Sam says a little hesitantly. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, man.”
He pats Steve on the back as he heads to the showers. You both watch as he disappears down the hallway before turning back to face each other.
“We have got to stop having these little games in public.” you seethe, trying to make a point to Steve, who clearly finds all this quite amusing.
“It’s okay. Just calm down, will you? You know you love the thrill.”
He rubs your arms trying to get you to cool off. Now, you’re upset for a whole other reason. He’s right, you do love the thrill. It’s a whole different kind of rush, and you swear you climax harder when you have to be careful about it. Damn him and damn Bucky. They seem to always know what you need, even when you don’t.
You’re walking down the hall, ready to meet Bucky and Steve for lunch when suddenly you collide with a firm body. Looking up you see Sam’s dark eyes boring into yours. He looks like he’s not too happy over something. With a worried look, you say, “Hey, Sam. What’s wr-”
“You know exactly what’s wrong, y/n. You think you can double dip in the super soldiers around here and nobody would notice? Who’s back you going behind, huh? The golden boy’s or the machine’s?”
You flinch at his words, Sam has never talked to you like this. His harsh, condescending tone makes tears brim around your eyes. You were more sad about the fact he’s treating you in such a way than being questioned about your relationship.
“No. Sam, it’s not like that. We-”
“Oh, please. I’m not gonna let the new girl go behind my friend’s back. That’s not how things work around here.”
Before you can choke out the reason for being with both men, the two approach you from the hallway. They went searching for you when you didn’t show up on time, always being so punctual, they got worried.
Bucky takes immediate notice of your pained expression and Sam’s scowl. “Hey, Wilson. What’d you do to her?” He asks while taking a forceful step towards Sam.
“She’s a cheater, that's what.” Sam tries to shove Bucky away, but he doesn’t budge.
Steve steps in before things get out of hand, knowing how the two fight over any slight discrepancy. “Buck, that’s enough. Listen, Sam. She’s not a cheater. We agreed to share her, okay?” he states bluntly, not really knowing how to sugar coat it.
Sam’s taken back. Not really processing what his friend just told him. They...share you? And you let them? For men from the 40s...they sure are into some very 21st century things. What’s even more shocking is that you choose to be with the bionic, staring machine.
You can see the thoughts flying through Sam’s mind. “I know it’s a bit...different. But it works for us.” you explain to him.
Sam finally blinks at your words. He’s actually okay with this situation. As long as you guys are happy, so is he. Collecting his thoughts he tells you, “Yeah, no. That’s my bad. I’m sorry for being hostile. It’s just I didn’t wanna see one of them hurt, ya know?”
You smile at his words. That’s one reason you like Sam Wilson so much, he’s loyal through and through. He’s good to your boys.
“I just worry about you with the cyborg here.” he gestures to Bucky, and if looks could kill, Sam would be six feet under right now. “You can never be too careful, he has a tendency to snap.”
Well...good to one of your boys that is.
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I’m not trying to be dramatic but I need him and the nanny to FUCKKK or I’ll die
warning: 18+ situations & it's loooooong (2.8k+ words)
part one / part two
Sebastian saw the frown that took over your face. Sebastian knew why you moved away from him, his wife was coming home, but he wanted nothing more than to pull you back towards him. He watched with sadness sinking deeply into his heart as he watched you stand up and start to clean up. He heard the door open and saw his wife come from the hall that leads into the kitchen. Sebastian felt a flare of heated anger go through him when he noticed the disheveled clothes and slightly smeared lipstick.
"She's not even hiding it this time," Sebastian thought to himself.
"Y/N," She spoke a sense of shock in her voice. Lysia looked between her husband and you and could feel the tension building in the room. She also noticed the two plates beside each other along with the two empty glasses of wine. "Didn't know you'd be here."
"You didn't tell her Madeline was spending the night with Elli, so she drove out here." Sebastian, his voice was tense and his face was void of any emotion, except for the tension in his brows as they pulled together slightly.
"I just made dinner since I was already here," You spoke, finishing off cleaning up. You stood beside the kitchen island as Sebastian stayed sitting at the small table a few feet away. His wife standing before you, and you could see the suspicion in her eyes.
"Yes, well..." Lysia moved forward to set her purse down on the kitchen counter, "It's getting late, I'm sure you wanna head home by now."
Lysia scanned her body up and down, before narrowing her eyes towards your lips. She noticed how swollen they were. You felt your stomach flip in a way that made you nauseous and suddenly you were nervous. Sebastian watched as you mumbled something to her, a soft goodbye maybe, before nearly running out of the kitchen. He had to hold himself back and stay within his seat before he got up and chased after you. He wanted to tell you he was sorry, or something. He could see the conflict all over you.
The couple in the kitchen could hear your soft footsteps as you moved around the home getting your things, before the door opening and closed. Sebastian sighed heavily and grabbed the wine bottle before pouring the remainder of the bottle into his empty glass. Lysia let out a soft chuckle that held no humor, instead, she fully turned towards her husband with heat behind her gaze.
"The nanny, Sebastian? Could you be even more predictable and a stereotype." She scoffed
"I don't know what you're talking about. The girl made me dinner, nothing else happened."
"You really expect me to believe that, god, her lips were red and swollen." Lysia rolled her eyes and moved towards the cabinet and grabbed herself a glass and opening a new bottle.
Sebastian sat there in silence for a moment, sipping his wine, before speaking. "I don't know why you're angry, it's not like you didn't just come from somewhere. Who was it this time? John or Henry."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Lysia kept her back to Sebastian as she poured herself a drink.
"Really?" He stood up and grabbed his glass before walking towards his wife, bending down and speaking lowly into her ear, it was enough to make her back straighten. "Might have to wash the cum from your hair and skirt then, might lead someone to think something else."
Sebastian rolled his eyes at the obvious stain that was on the back of her black skirt, before turning and walked towards the stairs. He wasn't even made. To be honest he stopped loving his wife a long time ago and just hadn't made the step to move on. Neither of them has. Lysia called after Sebastian as he walked away but soon gave up as he left up to the second floor. Sebastian walked into the guest bedroom, stripping out of his clothes, and getting into bed. His wine glass soon finished off like the rest.
He laid there in bed and almost instantly his mind went to you. Wondering what you were doing. What was going through your mind? Did you regret it? Because Sebastian knew that he didn't. Instead, he laid there in bed thinking of your lips and how you tasted, his cock hardening beneath the cool soft sheets that rested against his body. Sebastian's hand moved down his body slowly before soon his hand was fisting his cock, slowly stroking it as he thought of you. He moaned your name as he came across his chest, wishing nothing more than you were actually with him.
A few days later you were shocked to get a text from Lysia asking you to come and watch Madeline. You were half expecting her to fire you after the other night. But instead, she greeted with a smile as she went through everything for Madeline.
"She's already eaten dinner, so it's just going to be a bath and bed in a little bit. I have an out-of-town thing, but Sebastian will be home late tonight after a shoot." She smiled towards you, but it almost seemed forced. But you didn't question it as she kissed her daughter goodbye and headed out the door.
You enjoyed your night with Madeline, the two of you sitting on the couch watching Disney movies and having popcorn. She truly was a wonderful kid and someone that you grew to love and care for deeply in the months that you have been watching her. Soon the little one fell asleep on the couch, so you gathered her in your arms before heading up to her room.
Like most little girls her bedroom was princess-themed. You moved towards the pink bed and tucked her into the sheet, brushing back her hair and giving her a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"Goodnight, sweetie." You smiled towards her as her eyes opened for a moment, the same blue as her father's. It made your heart clench for a moment.
"Night, y/n." Madeline yawned, "I love you."
The feeling that came over you as you heard her soft voice say that she loved you was nearly overwhelming. It almost brought tears to your eyes as you tucked her into her bed and turned on her night light.
When you walked out of her room, the last person you thought you'd see, was Sebastian. You knew you'd have to face him eventually, but to see him standing at the end of the hallway made your heart stop. He froze for a moment, looking almost just as shocked before a slow smile turned up one corner of his mouth.
"There you are, came home and didn't see you two downstairs."
"Was just tucking her in for bed." You looked behind you, making sure the door was closed, before turning back and walking towards him.
Sebastian stood before you in dark jeans and a dark tshirt that seemed to stretch across his chest in a way that let you see every muscle underneath. His hair was relaxed, the soft curls falling over his forehead slightly and a beard along his jaw. He looked beautiful standing in front of you. The soft grey hairs at his temple and in his beard just seemed to add to his beauty to you. You help but look down towards his lips as you spoke.
The two of you stood in silence for a moment, before he was the first to speak.
"I wanna apologize for the other day, I-I...I shouldn't have put you in a situation that wouldn't make it difficult or uncomfortable for you."
"I'm not uncomfortable." You spoke quickly without a second thought. "I-I...I don't regret kissing you, Mr. Stan."
"Sebastian, please." He looked towards you, his cerulean eyes staring down towards you, an intensity behind them. "You don't regret it."
You shook your head quickly, he seemed to be moving closer to you. Your heart began racing in your chest as you caught the intoxicating scent of his cologne.
"I don't either," Sebastian stood over you and caressed your cheek and you felt yourself leaning into his touch. "Can't stop thinking about it actually."
Sebastian looks down towards your lips.
"I want it again, I can't get you out of my mind, y/n"
You pulled Sebastian closer to you and soon his lips were on yours again. You moaned the moment you felt him, his arms wrapping around your waist and pressing you tightly to his chest. Sebastian deepened the kiss, your hands moving over each other as you gripped one another. After a moment the two pulled away from each other to catch your breaths, but Sebastian moved to kiss along your neck. You moaned softly as you felt him nip and bite at your skin.
Soon you were in Sebastian's arms and he moved you down the other side of the hallway towards a bedroom. He closed the door with his foot as his lips joined yours again. Your fingers moved through his hair and gripped it tightly - needing to feel him closer to you. It was like a fire was ignited inside of you and all you wanted was him.
Sebastian pulled back and looked into your eyes as he spoke, "Tell me if you want this? Because if you wanna stop, I understand."
"I want this," Your hands fisted his shirt, keeping your eyes locked with his. "I want you, Sebastian."
Sebastian grabbed the edge of your dress and pulled it over your head before tossing it somewhere in the room. He groaned deeply as his eyes scanned over your body. It took everything in him not to grab you and have his way with you. But he wanted to take this slow, Sebastian wanted this to last.
His clothes soon joined yours on the floor. Sebastian wrapped his arm around you and carried you towards the bed and lay you down across it. You looked down and watched as he kissed along your chest slowly before moving down your body. With each kiss placed on your skin, you felt yourself becoming wetter between your legs.
The moment Sebastian got to the band of your underwear, he looked up towards you waiting for any sign of hesitation. But he didn't find any. He grabbed your underwear and pulled them down before taking them off.
Sebastian laid between your legs and slowly parted your legs, a low curse passing his lips, as he saw how wet you were for him.
"Holy fuck baby." Sebastian moaned, his hands gripping your thighs, before kissing along them slowly, "so perfect."
You felt your breath leave you as you moved up to your elbows and waited to for him. Sebastian looked up towards you through his lashes as his tongue pressed against you. The noise that came out of you was low and deep, your hands fisting the sheets beneath you as his tongue worked against you. His hand held your thigh down as your hips tried to work up against his mouth, Sebastian seemed to painfully teasing you as he moved to suck on your clit.
"Oh....oh, fuck Seb-bas...ah," You moaned nearly incoherent as you felt the need to cum build with each second that he was between your legs.
"Mmm, you taste so fucking good." Sebastian moaned, his beard glistening slightly with your arousal. That sight alone was almost enough to make you cum.
He moved from between your legs, smirking towards you, and you were then able to fully see his body. Sebastian watched your eyes rack over his body slowly, eyes darkening, before stopping at the bulge in his boxers. You sat up and moved to palm him through his underwear, causing him to make, and thrust towards your hand.
Suddenly you felt a need to have him in your mouth.
You pulled the boxers down quickly, before wrapping your hand around his base. He felt heavy in your hand, and your eyes widened at his size. Sebastian was larger and all you wanted was him in your mouth. Sebastian stayed on his knees as he looked down and watched you slowly lick his cock, from base to tip and sucking gently on his head. You moaned at the heady taste of his pre-cum against your tongue.
Sebastian moaned as he watched you with his hand moving down to fist your hair and slowly fuck your mouth. You felt perfect around him and he wanted to stay like that. But he knew that he had to be inside of you. So he enjoyed your mouth for a while, loving the small moans you were making them more and more you took him down your throat. He had to fight back the urge to cum down your throat any time you gagged.
You pulled his cock from your mouth with a small pop, stroking him as you looked up towards him. Sebastian wanted to capture that moment in his memory forever. You beneath him with your lips swollen, a string of spit between his cock and your mouth, with his precum at the corner of your mouth.
"Holy fuck," Sebastian moaned before moving you towards him and kissing you deeply. He didn't even care that he could taste himself.
Sebastian moved you up the bed more before hovering over you, settling between your legs as the two of you kissed. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders trying to pull you as close as you could to you. Sebastian pulled away for a moment, looking down and watching as he slowly thrust deep inside of you. The string of curses and incoherent words that passed the two of you
His forehead pressed against yours as he slowly moved deep inside of you. You moved your hands down to grip his tighs as you felt him stretching you. It was a mix of pleasure of pain that had you moaning for him. You'd never felt anything this good. Sebastian was thinking the same thing as he slowly pulled his hips back to sink back into you. You were so tight and wet around his cock, he feared that he wasn't going to last long.
Sebastian moved his hands along your arms, soon holding them above your head before he began to fuck you harder and deeper with each thrust. Hearing Sebastian moans in your ear had you clenching around him, turning you on more and more.
"Fuck me," You moaned, moving your hips up with his. "Harder, please."
Sebastian growled before releasing your hands and moving back to his knees. You nearly screamed as he grabbed your waist and began to fuck you harder. The bed rocked beneath you, a soft bang against the wall building up, as you both moaned louder and louder. Sebastian was grateful the guest room was on the other side of the hall, to not wake Madeline, with the screams coming from you.
"Yes! Yes! Yes," you moaned, feeling the need to cum coming over you. Your back arched and you reached down and scratched along his thighs as you came around him. Sebastian lost control as he watched you.
Feeling you tighten around him and pull him deeper into you as you came, he fucked into you with his cock deep inside of you before cumming. Your body trembled beneath him as he ground his hips into yours. The feeling of his pubes rubbing against your sensitive clit was enough to make you squirt slightly.
Sebastian felt weak for a moment and caught himself as he moved to lay against you, his chest against yours as you both slowly came down. Both of your bodies were slick with sweat as you laid together, enjoying the comfortable silence as the two of you panted.
Sebastian pulled away after a moment, moving some hair from your face before kissing you deeply. Your hands lazily moved along him before pulling back. You could feel the exhaustion starting to overtake your body.
"Wanna stay just like this," You whispered.
"Then why don't we?" Sebastian kissed along your collarbone, "Stay."
"Stay here?" You asked, he nodded his head and made a soft grunting noise.
"I don't want you to go, wanna have you right here," Sebastian spoke with his voice vibrating against your skin as he continued to kiss.
Sebastian moved from between your legs causing you to whimper softly from the loss. He moved towards the bathroom connected to the guest room before coming back with a warm cloth. You watched with sleepy eyes as he washed between your legs. He got rid of the cloth before moving back beside you, wrapping his arm around your body, and holding you tightly to his chest.
You couldn't stop the thought that was swimming around in your mind. "What about Lysia?"
"Don't worry about her," Sebastian spoke, his fingers moving along your back in a way that seemed to lull you to sleep. You could feel his voice vibrating in his chest as your head rested there. "I have been stuck in a loveless marriage for too long."
I will keep going if people want more from “The Nanny”, just send it in!
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ex!dilf!bucky coming home after his daughter recital ￼and fucking you in the kitchen
PAIRINGS! ex!dilf!bucky x f!reader
SUMMARY! in which bucky can’t handle how you look in that tight dress.
WARNINGS! cheating, 18+ minors dni, unprotected sex, public sex, almost got caught, breeding kink, bucky uses his fingers to shut reader up.
your daughter had invited you and your boyfriend, steve, to her dance recital at her school. you were ecstatic that she was finally pursuing something she loved, so of course you said yes without hesitation.
what she didn’t tell you, was that her father, james, would be going also. you had to find that out the hard way. both you and steve went all out, you wore nice clothes and wanted to bring her for ice cream afterwards.
you were in a tight dress that wasn’t too tight for it to be uncomfortable. steve was in a navy dress shirt, rolled up to his elbows, and black slacks. “c’mon, we’re gonna be late.” steve said.
you waved him off and continued with your lipstick. you hummed as you threw the rest of your makeup in the bag, just in case you needed a touch up.
“you look beautiful.” steve smiled, kissing you. you smiled and held his shoulders. “thank you baby, c’mon.” you said, taking his hand and walking to the car.
you two arrived at the school and walked inside, hand in hand. your face, that once had a wide smile, dropped at the sight of your ex husband, james. you knew he was dropping your daughter off, not that he was staying.
“mom! steve!” your daughter, stella, yelled, running up to you two. you hugged her tightly and lifted her. “my baby! we’re so proud of you.” you said, kissing all over her face.
she squealed and got down, hugging steve. “hey princess.” he smiled, kissing her head. james walked over with a smirk, sticking his hand out. “hi, we haven’t met, m’bucky.” he said to steve.
steve took his hand. “steve, you must be stella’s dad.” steve said, wrapping his arm around your waist. “yeah, he is.” you said, pulling steve away to the seats. steve chuckled at you and sat down.
“stop being jealous babe, i find you more attractive than bucky.” he joked, kissing your cheek. you giggled and shook your head. as if the devil wanted to ruin your day, bucky squeezed in, sitting on the other side of you.
you sighed and placed your head on steve’s shoulder. you felt a hand on your thigh. you were confused because it wasn’t on the thigh next to steve, and why would he reach all the way over to grip your other one?
you looked down and saw bucky’s hands slowly gripping and releasing your thigh. you scoffed and slapped his hand away. bucky smirked and looked over at you.
“hey, steve? m’having a barbecue today f‘stella’s recital if y’two wanna join?” bucky reached over, talking to steve. you rolled your eyes and leaned back. steve smiled and nodded.
“yeah! that would be great, thanks boinky.” steve said. you snorted and hid your face in his shoulder. you knew that was purposeful, because he knew bucky’s name.
bucky looked at you before nodding and sitting back. you smiled and held steve’s hand. the hall lights turned off, signalling that the recital was about to start.
after the recital, you and steve walked out with bucky. “jus’ follow me, i’ll see y’guys there.” bucky smiled at you both. “thanks binky!” steve returned the smile, walking you to the car.
“bucky seems great.” steve nodded as he started to drive. you shook your head and sighed. “you’re going to aggravate him.” you said, fixing your makeup in the small mirror.
steve turned over to you before looking back at the road. “oh yeah? and what’s he going to do?” steve asked, flexing his giant biceps. you smiled and kissed his cheek. “my knight in shining armour.” you teased.
you arrived at bucky’s house after a while driving. “hey bonky!” steve said as he got out, walking in with bucky. stella walked up to you and hugged you. “does steve not like dad?” she asked.
“no, love, he does like him, he just likes jokes more.” you pet her head, walking into the kitchen. bucky put his hand on the small of your back. “he’s a dick.” he whispered into your ear, before moving beside you.
you turned to him with a scowl. “i must have a type then.” you sassed, walking out to the garden with the food for the barbecue. bucky watched you leave with a smirk.
about two hours later, each adult was drunk while all the children were passed out upstairs. “i’m going in to get another drink.” you said, getting up and walking inside.
you walked to the kitchen, being greeted by bucky’s wide smirk. “hey dolly.” he said as he moved away from the fridge. you scoffed and opened the fridge, taking out a drink.
“y’know i hate people mixin’ up my name.” he whispered, pushing his erection against your ass. “i guess m’gonna have t’hit stevie where it hurts.” he bit your shoulder softly.
you hated the affect bucky had on you, he was like a virus. “gonna have t’show him how fuckin’ weak you are.” he spat, moving your hair over and kissing your neck.
you couldn’t believe it, bucky was teasing you while you were standing in the fridge. “you’re mine, forever mine.” he whispered, biting your earlobe. you whimpered slightly, feeling your legs go weak.
bucky smirked and gripped your waist, pulling up your dress. “no panties? t’your daughters recital?” he chuckled. “it’s almost like y’wanted me to fuck ya.” he shook his head.
bucky massaged your ass, earning a small moan. “is stevie touch starvin’ ya?” he smirked, pulling down his pants just enough for his cock to pop out. “y’gotta tell me you want it, petal.” he whispered.
you whined and turned back to look at him. “want it so bad.” you cried. he smirked and slid his tip into you. “who am i t’deprive ya of such a pleasure?” he asked.
you rolled your eyes to the back of your head and wiggled your hips. bucky complied, sliding into you deeper. “fuck.” bucky hissed, enjoying your tightness. you threw your head back into his shoulder and grabbed the shelves in the fridge.
bucky’s hand fell over your mouth, his middle and ring finger shoving into your mouth. you felt something cold hit your cheek. you were too cock drunk to even care.
“i’ll be back in a sec!” steve’s voice sounded from the backyard. bucky cursed under his breathe and shoved you into the tiny broom closet, not caring that the fridge was open or that there was barely any space in there.
bucky continued to thrust, making you gasp. “shh, shh, don’t wanna get caught, pretty.” he smirked, biting on your shoulder again. you whimpered and felt the knot in your stomach slowly form.
bucky bottomed out, finally, hitting off your sweet spot without any effort, continuing to assault it with every thrust. you wanted to scream and cry out in pleasure, but his fingers down your throat stopped you from making any voice.
the knot in your stomach was tightening. you felt yourself clench over bucky, making him moan out. “oh god.” he whispered, resting his forehead on your shoulder as he continued his sloppy thrusts.
your toes curled and you gripped anything you could, coming loose all over bucky. “that’s it, such a good girl.” he whispered. bucky wasn’t far behind, cumming inside of you almost immediately after.
“gonna make you my mommy again, huh? how’s that sound?” he asked, thrusting his warm seed into you. you groaned and pushed him off. “i have no fucking panties you ass!” you whisper-yelled.
bucky chuckled and shrugged. “have fun, i guess.” he said, tucking himself away and walking out. “dick.” you shook your head, trying your hardest to clean yourself up with anything you could find.
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I love your stories so much. May I send a 1940s!buckyxreader smut fanfic based off the titanic car scene. I know it’s a weird request, but I’ve always wanted to see a story based off it
A/N: I had to look up the car scene on Youtube because I haven’t watched Titanic in a long time, so I hope I did it justice! This was a really cool request though and a lot of fun to write, so thank you so much for it. Also, thank you for your kind words! I hope you enjoy and as always, feedback is appreciated :)
Pairing: 40's Bucky Barnes x fem! Reader
Warnings: Smut, 18+, praise kink, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, fluff, cursing
“Let’s go exploring,” you say, grabbing Bucky’s jacket collar and pulling him down the hall.
“Whoa, hold on,” Bucky says, stopping and smoothing out his collar. “Where exactly are we going to go, doll?”
Turning around, you lean in to give him a quick kiss on the lips. “The cargo storage. I overheard there’s some really nice cars down there.”
“Is that so?” he asks, pulling you back in for another kiss.
Pulling away from him, you smile. “Yes, Mr. Barnes, it is so.” You start to walk away, before glancing back at him. “You coming?”
“You bet your ass I’m coming,” he responds, rushing forward to pick you up bridal style and carry you down the hall, the both of you laughing the entire way.
When you reach the cargo storage, you gasp. There are indeed cars, quite a few of them, and they are beautiful. It didn’t occur to you that there would be cars traveling with you, considering you are heading to war.
Working with Peggy Carter in the Strategic Scientific Reserve means you regularly see Sergeant James Barnes when you’re either traveling or on base. The two of you are in a secret relationship, which is why you tend to sneak around together a lot.
“C’mon, let’s check out this one,” Bucky says, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards a car in the back.
“Eager, are we?” you ask, following him.
“To be with you? Always, doll.” He looks back at you and raises his eyebrow. “But, weren’t you the one pulling me along just a few minutes ago?”
“What? I don’t recall that.” you joke, laughing.
“Of course you don’t,” Bucky jokes back. He pulls you in front of him and smacks your butt, before opening up the back door of the car. “Here you are, m’lady,” he says, gesturing for you to get in.
Grabbing his hand, he hoists you into the car and shuts the door. You watch as he gets into the front, sitting in the driver’s seat.
“And, where are we going today, beautiful?” he asks, looking at you through the rearview mirror.
“Hmm…” you respond, pretending to think of a destination. “Take me to London, please, kind sir.”
He nods his head at you. “Whatever the lady wants.”
Looking around the car, you take in every little detail and sigh. This was going to be one of the last moments you have together before Bucky goes off to fight.
You move forward and wrap your arms around Bucky’s chest, pulling him backwards. “Come over here,” you say. “I’m lonely back here without you.”
Bucky leans back and sits down next to you. “Don’t want you to be lonely,” he says. Looking over at you, he reaches his hand out and starts to caress your cheek. “Hi, doll.”
Leaning into his touch, you nuzzle your cheek into his palm. “Hi, handsome.”
Bucky leans in and kisses you slowly. “We have this whole car to ourselves,” he whispers against your mouth.
“What do you think we should do?” you ask as he pushes your body down, so you’re lying flat on your back.
“I can think of a few things,” he says, moving his lips to your ear, sucking on your earlobe.
Moving your head to the side, you give Bucky better access so he can kiss your neck. “Why don’t you show me then?” you ask, as he leaves a trail of kisses down from your ear to your collarbone.
Bucky looks up at you. “I’m going to, doll,” he says, right before taking off your shirt and bra, his mouth instantly moving down to suck on one of your nipples.
You arch your back and moan loudly.
“You like that?” Bucky asks, his voice vibrating against your nipple. He pulls away from your breast and continues to leave kisses down your body, not stopping until he’s reached your clothed center. “We don’t have much time. Someone might come looking for us.”
As soon as he says that, he pulls down your pants and underwear in one swift motion.
“Better hurry up then,” you say, panting as you look down at him.
“Exactly what I was thinking, doll.”
Inserting two of his fingers inside of you, he uses his thumb to rub your clit in a slow, circular motion.
“That feel good?” he asks, using his other hand to reach up and massage one of your breasts.
“Yes,” you moan.
Looking down at him, you bite your lip as you grab the front of his pants, pulling down the zipper and slipping your hand inside to grab his dick. Your hand wraps around his length, pumping him slowly.
Bucky buries his face into your thigh, biting down into your skin. “Fuck, doll. The things you do to me.”
After each bite into your thigh, he uses his tongue to soothe the pain, sucking on each mark.
His tongue then moves up your thigh, until his face is centered in between your thighs. Leaning in, he moves his thumb away from your clit, only for it to be replaced by his mouth.
While sucking on your clit, he starts to move his fingers in and out of you faster. In response, you start pumping him faster, causing fast, harsh moans to leave his mouth.
“I gotta get inside you, doll,” he grunts, moving up to kiss you on the mouth, his lips tasting of you.
“Then do it, please,” you whisper against his mouth.
He backs away from you to pull off his shirt, pants, and boxers, leaving him completely naked in front of you. You watch him as he gets back on top of you.
“Are you going to take me like the good girl you are?” he asks, lining his dick up with your center.
“Yes,” you manage to say as he pushes into you, his dick stretching you out.
“You take me so well, baby,” he grunts out, sliding back out and slamming into you again.
He kisses you deeply, slipping his tongue into your mouth.
“I’m gonna fucking miss you,” he says as he pulls away and looks at you. His hand slides down between your bodies and touches your clit. “I’m gonna miss this sweet pussy.” He leans down to give you another kiss. “These sweet lips.” He thrusts forward, slamming into you hard. “Making love to you all fucking night long.”
“I’m going to miss you too. You better stay safe out there,” you say, pulling him back down to kiss him again.
“Gotta come back to my doll,” he says, his thumb rubbing faster against your clit.
“I’m close,” you say, your orgasm right around the corner.
He picks up the pace, thrusting into you faster. “Wanna feel your walls tighten around me, doll. Squeeze me so fucking tight while I fill you up with my cum.”
Wrapping your legs around his waist, you squeeze your thighs, your orgasm hitting you.
“Bucky!” you yell.
Bucky places his head against your shoulder and bites into it.
“Y/N!” he moans as his cum shoots into you.
After a few minutes of heavy breathing from the both of you, Bucky slowly pulls out and lays on top of you.
“I love you,” he mutters, his face pressed into your chest.
“I love you too,” you respond, running your hands through his hair. “Should we head back?”
He wraps his arms around you tightly. “No. I want to stay like this for just a little bit longer.”
You reach down to kiss him on the top of his head. “Then we’ll stay like this.”
Lifting his head up, he rests his chin on your chest so he can look at you. “When this is all over, I’m gonna marry you, doll… Gonna marry you and put a baby in you.”
Staring at him, you smile. “I can’t wait, Buck.”
He smiles back at you, his fingers caressing your skin. “Neither can I, doll. Just a little bit longer and then you’ll have me… forever.”
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pretty little baby
summary: bucky is your clingy little baby and you can never say no to him
pairing: sub!bucky barnes x reader
word count: 1.3k
warnings: lactation kink, bucky calls reader ‘mommy’, reader call bucky pets liek ‘puppy’ ‘pet’ etc, a lil bit of smut
a/n: this part of the lil sub!bucky universe, read the first part desperation here
Bucky’s always been clingy, he can’t be without you for more than five seconds without bursting into tears. It’s adorably pathetic and each time you see those pretty little tears leave his eyes and roll down his soft cheeks you can’t help the wetness that drips down your thighs. When Bucky cries like the pathetic little baby he is, all you want to do is put him over your lap and spank him until his ass is raw and red and cock is leaking pre-cum all over your thighs. It’s your favourite thing to do especially because each time you spank him, he cries harder and harder, it’s a beautiful sight.
Like right now, Bucky is crying because for the past five minutes you’ve been ignoring him. He’s on the floor in between your legs on his knees crying softly whining for you like the little pet he is. “What’s the matter, baby boy?” You ask, taking pity on him, rubbing your thumb over his jaw delighting in the way he moans softly at your touch. He’s always so responsive, it’s addicting.
“Wan’ mommy to pay attention to me, please mommy,” Bucky begs at your feet, whining softly as you pet him.
You smile down at him, pity written across your features as you coo at him. “Is mommy not giving her little pet the attention he needs?” You ask running your fingers through Bucky’s hair rejoicing in the way he purrs like a cat at your touch.
Bucky shakes his head and continues to purr at you as you pet him, basking in your touch and affection. “My poor little pet, don’t worry mommy’s gonna give you all her attention,” you promise and he stops crying, his sniffles coming to a halt at your words.
“Your promise?” he asks looking up at you with those puppy eyes he knows you can’t resist, it may not look obvious but Bucky has you wrapped around his finger, you could never say no to your pretty baby.
“Of course puppy, mommy’s gonna take care of you and give you what you need,” you respond, tapping his lips with your fingers and watching as his mouth opens up instantly and he sucks on your fingers like the good little boy you trained. Bucky moans around your fingers and you push them further into his mouth watching the way he greedily swallows your fingers until he’s practically deep-throating your fingers.
“Good boy, you’re such a pretty baby sucking my fingers so good, mommy’s so proud of you.” you coo at him and he whines at your praise; Bucky has the biggest praise kink you’ve ever witnessed. One time Bucky came just from you praising and petting him, it was the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed and you nearly came just watching him.
You pull your fingers from his lips and laugh as he whines at the loss, “tell mommy what her little puppy wants, mommy just wants to make her baby happy, will you let me do that?” You ask as Bucky lays his head on your legs.
“Wan’ milk mommy, please,” Bucky whines, nuzzling his head into your thigh as he looks at you eyes pleading with you.
“My little baby needs mommy’s milk?” You ask running your fingers through his long hair. Bucky nods in response against your thigh, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you play with his hair. Your little puppy loved it when you played with his hair and gave him every ounce of your attention.
You take your shirt off and Bucky’s cock jumps at the sight of your perfect breasts, “come get your milk, my greedy little puppy.” You say and Bucky does as he’s told, sitting on your lap. He may be a super soldier but when he’s on your lap he’s your little baby.
Bucky greedily gulps one of your nipples into your mouth sucking until he feels the sweet nectarous taste of milk on his tongue. He steadily laps up your milk, whimpering at the taste and the small moans you make as his lips wrap around your sensitive nipple. “You’re such a good boy for mommy,” you praise as Bucky suckles at your nipples.
Your eyes drift down to the large bulge in his gym shorts and you can’t help but laugh, “does my little puppy need me to take care of him?’ You ask as you rub at his hard cock over the material of his shorts.
Bucky whines around your nipples nodding before more of your milk trickles down onto his tongue. You smile down at him as laps at the milk leaking from your nipples, groaning at the taste. Your arm snakes down into his shorts, freeing his cock and laughing darkly as you spot the sight of his red and swollen tip leaking small bouts of pre-cum. You take him into your hand, using his pre-cum as lube and start jerking him as he sucks at your nipples, trying hard to get each and every last drop of your milk in his mouth. Bucky was addicted to the taste of your milk, it tasted so good and made his cock so hard it was unbelievable.
Bucky practically comes apart as you jerk him off and let him feed from you, the taste of your milk and the feeling of your hand gliding over his hard cock making him moan and whimper around your nipple. “Mommy, it feels so good,” Bucky whines all high pitched and needy as your hand moves quicker over his cock delighting in the way he sucks harder at your nipple and his legs shake just a little.
“Look at my pretty little puppy, you’re so good for me. My beautiful little boy with the most perfect cock,” you say hand twisting over his dick and Bucky practically screams mommy! the sound muffled by your whole boob practically in his mouth. His legs twitch in anticipation as your movements become quicker as he sucks harder more of your honey-like nectar slipping onto his tongue as he swallows it all like the greedy little boy he is.
You can’t help but notice the way his legs practically shake as your hand jerks over his cock and his tongue laps up all of your milk. You know what’s about to happen, your pretty little puppy is about to make a mess and you couldn’t be prouder.
You let out a lewd moan as Bucky wildly sucks your nipple, his movements becoming more frantic as he gets closer to cumming. “Mommy, please can I cum?” Bucky asks, ever the obedient little boy and you smile down at him with pride, he really is your good boy, you’ve trained him to perfection and he never fails to amaze you with his obedience.
Your free hand comes to cup his cheek, “Of course. Be a good boy and cum for mommy.” You command and your little pet follows your orders. His white-hot cum splurts all over your hands, his body shaking wildly as his suckling slows down on your nipple.
You let him catch his breath, “Look at my good boy. You did such a good job for mommy. I’m so proud of you baby.” You coo at him, rubbing your thumb over his cheek as he nuzzles your palm at your praises.
Bucky smiles at you before unlatching from your nipple, you whine softly at the loss. “How’s my little baby feeling?” You ask as Bucky gazes up at you with love and adoration.
“So good mommy, thank you so much,” Bucky says, pressing a small kiss to your chest.
“You’re welcome baby, mommy will always take care of you.” You say.
“I love you,” Bucky says, nuzzling into your chest.
“I love you too baby,” you say, pressing a kiss to his forehead watching as his cheeks turn pink with a blush.
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In the Meantime | Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: when Bucky took Steve out of the water he left behind everything that kept him captive the last 70 years. So he had another mission and that was restore the man he was one day. In the meantime he meets someone who helps him go through everything, his very own ride or die.
Word count: 2.3k
Warnings ⚠️: fluff not much more. Maybe in the next one we got some action
Author's note: So I wanted to do this series but didn't want to rush things between reader and traumatized Buck because all the bagage he got and the mental issues. I wanted to make sure that he is comfortable with Y/N before anything romantic happens. But after this one I think he is ready to make the step forward. What you think?
Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III
It was monday again, I got up at 7 a.m. as usual to go to work. This weekend have been the best in a long time. Bucky and I were bonding, building a kind of relationship. I don't want to rush things because he has a lot to figure it out yet but I could tell he feels something too. Thank God the news and all the media let go a little all "the Winter Soldier on the loose" thing. They were looking too hard for new pictures of his face or things like that so they could print it all over the world and start looking for him. But nothing came up, so he was safe. The only thing that was recognized was his metal arm. But a hoodie or a jacket solved that problem. Maybe things were starting to settled.
-Hi- he said walking in the kitchen while I was eating breakfast. It took me by surprise, he didn't wake up this early, and I did a face he noticed- Today I'm going early to work, now ask me why?- He said smiling
-Why?- I answer looking at him while he poured himself a cup of coffee. It was a wild ride teaching him how to operate the coffee machine and the toaster, but he got there, and now he is amazing at it.
-I'm going to get off the job earlier and give it a try to that veteran thing you said last friday- he said looking directly at my eyes waiting for my reaction
-OMG! ARE YOU SERIOUS?- I said widening my eyes. I genuinely thought it was gonna be a lot more difficult.
-Yeah, I'm gonna be late tonight, so if you wanna eat dinner before I got here it's okay
-Of course not, I'll pick you up. What time it ends?
-At 9 p.m. but you don't have to do this. I can manage it on my own
-I want to, at least the first day- I said touching his hand looking for approval
-Mmmm okay, I'll see you tonight- he said leaving his chair and putting the mug on the sink. He gave me a kiss in the head and leave the kitchen to go to work.
The hours went so slowly, there was a lot of work to do, some things were happening in a place called Sokovia in West Europe and the avengers, obviusly, were on it. I'm not complaining, I love to cover news like that, but I was worried about Bucky and his interaction with people other than me. I didn't have any way to communicate with him, he didn't want a cellphone because he said they could tap into it and track him. It was a reasonable fear, so I understood but now it would be much easier to check on him.
The day passed, the mission in Sokovia went well according to our sources. The avengers were back on New York in the Stark tower and they were planning a party or something like that. They wanted me to go and cover that thing but I couldn't leave Buck alone. Although it would be a great way to found out more about Steve and what he knew about Bucky. Maybe I could talk to him and see if he would be comfortable being alone 48 hours.
It was finally time to go home, I went running to my car and drove to the place where the veteran group had their meetings. 30 minutes in the road and I arrived. It was early so I step out of the car and walked towards the door. It was like a school, not to big, I enter through the main door and there was a long hallway. Almost in the middle of it was a sign it said 'Support group 7 pm - 9 pm' and an arrow pointing at a door. I knocked one time and someone said come in. When I opened the door there were chairs facing to a plataform where a man was speaking. The people on the chairs were listening carefully what he was saying. No one seemed to care that I was there. So I sit in the back in silence. With my eyes I started looking for the long haired man who lived with me. After one quick look I didn't saw him, I checked again, one by one, and nothing. Maybe he backed up and didn't showed. After 10 minutes I left because Bucky wasn't there and the meeting it was coming to an end. I decided to return home and wait for him. Maybe something happened in the way here or in the way to his work. I was starting to worry.
-Hello?- I said walking in my house, at the front door. No one answered. I put my keys and coat in their place, besides the door. I walked to my bedroom but just before I opened my door I heard a noise coming from Bucky's bedroom.
-Buck?- I said knocking his door.
-Wait- he said, he was here. I sighed in relief.
-What happened? I was worried about you- I said through the door
-Hey- he said opening the door, with half smile on his face and looking me from head to toes. If he wasn't James I would totally think he was in a flirting mood. But I knew him a little and I sense something was happening.
-Do you mind explaining?- I said putting my hands on my hips.
-I'm so sorry doll, I know we were supposed to meet there. I swear I went but...- his eyes crystallized, he looked down to his toes. I knew this could happen. It was going to be tough for him.
-Step by step buck, it's okay- I said while I walked closer to give him a hug. He let me put my arms around him but he didn't move- you wanna talk about it?
-There's not much to talk about I mean- he stopped and breathe in- I was there, they started talking about things we didn't want to do, but we have to because the war demand it. Some people talked about their experiences, but then they asked me- he looked away, to my bedroom door, his eyes were lost, again
-Come on, let's go downstairs and you can talk to me about anything- I grabbed his hand and he walked behind me.
-So what did they ask you?- I said while we were sitting on the couch
-They asked my name and I didn't know what to tell them, they said I could use only my first name so I said James, but the words didn't come out as easily as they come when I'm with you. So I said that I needed to go because I have things to do and I ran like hell- he looked at me with puppy eyes, I think he was afraid I was going to be mad or something.
-I'm proud of you- he raised his head in disbelief- It's a big step that you at least went to the place and heard other experiences. I know they aren't like yours, but just so you know you are not alone.
-But I didn stayed
-But maybe you could try another time and that could work, you don't know what is going to happen tomorrow- I gave him a smile, he was more relaxed now.
-Thanks- he said while putting his hand in my tight and looking in my eyes. My heart started to race like crazy. I think I'm in love, I just fall completely.
After dinner and telling him everything had happened at work today I show him the news about Sokovia, and the avengers and that I might leave him a night or two to go to New York and hang with his old buddy.
-I can't go with you, right?- he asked me
-I don't think so, the party is tomorrow and only 3 or 4 journalist are allowed to cover the party. It's pretty intimate.
-Okay- he said after a while being quiet- I'm going to be alright. But if something happens I can use the phone right?
-Bucky you are the reason you aren't using the phone. I told you, no one is going to follow you just for one call.
-Fine, but nothing is going to happen- he said
-Ok, I'm going to get some work stuff done in my bedroom. Night
-Night bubby- he answered while I was leaving the living room.
I sent my boss the confirmation of my trip to New York, is tomorrow morning so I had to make a small backpack with one outfit I could wear in a Tony Stark's party. I went to my dresser and take out all the dresses it might work. I didn noticed but my door was opened so after some time I heard the footsteps on the stairs and Bucky was just right in front of my door, problem was I was in my underwear, in between the change from one dress to another.
-I'm so sorry Y/N, I didn't know- he said covering his face with his hands and blushing. I put my pj's on and talked to him
-It's fine Buck, I was trying on some dresses, it was my bad I left the door open
-I'm going to sleep now- he said rushing to his room still flushed.
The next morning I was up at 6 am, I needed to get some things done before my flight and they were picking me up 7.30 to take me to the airport. I grab my backpack, my purse and my keys and leave all by the door so I won't forget anything.
I went quickly to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast. The house was very quiet, Bucky was still asleep and the whole city seemed quiet too. I loved mornings like this, it gave me some time to disconnect from everything.
I was sipping my tea when I heard the car outside, I grabbed my stuff and walked to the door. I remembered I didn't say goodbye to my roomie so I left a little letter in the top of the kitchen's table.
It was going to be a great trip, I was sure about it. But I wasn't so sure how to talk to Steve about Bucky, should I say I have him or what? I mean I don't have him but he is indeed living with me. He might miss him? I don't know, all these thoughts went away when we arrived to the enormous airport. The driver helped me take out the backpack from the trunk and waved me goodbye. He was a nice guy.
After 2 hours waiting the plane was already taking off, I was nervous, I didn't hear from bucky since last night. When i land I'm calling him. Just to make sure he is okay.
The flight was good, no turbulence and the passengers sitting next to me sleep all the time. I couldn't, I was so excited about meeting the Avengers I just couldn't calm down. We arrived and in the door I walked out there was a man with a sign with my name on it. I walked to him and introduce myself, he guided me to his car and took my backpack to put it in his trunk.
The ride to the hotel was brief, it was like a 10 minute ride, before I knew it we were there. I thank my driver and went to the reception desk and check on at the hotel.
They gave me the keys of my room, I walked there and when I was finally at my bed I took my phone and called home. I hope Bucky is there.
-Hello?- I said when I heard some noises from the other side.
-Hello? Can you hear me?- I heard Bucky, he sounded like a million miles away from the speaker.
-Yes, I can hear you, can you hear me?
-I... what? Speak a little bit louder- he said almost screaming. I think he had the phone upside-down.
-Try putting the phone upside-down Buck, I think you are talking through the speaker, not the microphone.
-Oh, there- he said and I heard him much better. We never needed to speak through a phone so that was a topic we never went through.
-Hi bae, how is everything there?- I said with a low voice
-Good, good, I think I can work things out in the kitchen so I don't starve to death- he said and I could tell he was smiling.
-You know you can call me and I can help you with that
-Yes, but I want to learn and do it myself
-Okay, but if by tomorrow you didn't eat anything or you almost burned the house I'm sending a pizza and a nanny- I answer laughing.
-Oh very very funny, I think I got this. How is everything going there?
-Great, the hotel is beautiful and I'm a few blocks from the city. I might get you a present and all.
-Good good. Any news on Steve?
-Nothing yet, the party is tonight. I call you when I come back. Buck I...- I stopped and think what was I going to say, should I ask him what to expect from Steve or what he wanted to ask him or tell him- do you want something particular for me to tell Steve?
-I don't know, what could I say? Sorry? I almost killed the guy.
-I know, but maybe you wanted to say something like if he wants to meet with you or...
-No, I don't want to see him. Not for now. Maybe in a future when I'm better. But not for now
-Okay then. I got to go but I promise I would call you the moment I return to the hotel.
-Bye bubby- he said and I heard a noise like he put the phone down without actually hanging up.
Tonight was gonna be something else.
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Hi angel! I was wondering if u could write something about sebass x reader with 16, 21, 25, 29, 58 prompts 💖💖 thank uu
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader
Word count: 1.6k+ words
Summary: 16. "No panties?", 21. "You can go louder than that?" "I want to taste you.", 25. "Strip. Now.", 29. "I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.", 58. "You are mine."
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, fingers (f receiving), sir kink, little bit of choking, possessiveness kink, teasing, car sex, dirty talk, kinda degradation kink, mentions of blowjobs, 18+ only
A/N: Idk what came over me when writing this fic but it's definitely one of the dirtiest things I've ever written. Hope you all enjoy!
You loved to rile Sebastian up. It was an easy task, really. All it took was the right dress to wear to the movie premiere the two of you were attending tonight, and he was ready to tear your dress off on the red carpet and show the whole world how good you could take him.
"You think you're so cute showing everyone here what's mine?" he growls low in your ear once you're out of ear-shot of anyone else, making you whimper.
He was never a possessive person, far from it. But he knew that it was a thing for you, that you got off on letting him take control in the bedroom and so he let himself get that little bit jealous over other people seeing you in something so skin-tight because he knew that was the reaction you wanted.
But you had more than one trick up your sleeve tonight. When you were approached by two of the producers of the movie, who were congratulating Sebastian on the work he'd done, you carefully took his hand in yours and guided it to your waist. To anyone else, it looked like a completely innocent gesture. But in reality it gave Sebastian the opportunity to discover what was under the dress you're wearing. Which, of course, is nothing.
You hear him take in a sharp breath, trying to calm himself as he continues the conversation like he's not distracted in the slightest. But you can feel the change in his demeanour, the way his fingers dig into your hip a little tighter, making warmth pool in your core as he says his parting words to the producers and they walk away.
"No panties?" his voice is low, and you're surprised that you're able to control the moan that sits on the tip of your tongue, "Such a dirty little girl for me, aren't you?"
Your hand never left his thigh throughout the whole movie, teasing him to the point of him feeling delirious with need. You were absolutely insatiable with your need to make him want you. You wanted him to fuck you so hard that you couldn't move the next day without remembering the feeling of him inside you, and you found the perfect thing to send him over the edge at the after party.
The only reason he had gone to the party was because he had to keep up appearances, otherwise you would already be sprawled out on the hotel mattress, his cock buried deep inside you as he fucked you mercilessly. But you knew how to cut the night short. Placing a hand on the bicep of one of Sebastian's co-stars, laughing as he told a joke, then looking over to Seb to make sure he had seen the action. It wasn't even ten minutes before the two of you were taking the keys from the valet and making your way home in almost silence, Sebastian's fidgeting in his seat and heavy breathing filling the air as he tried to calm himself enough to concentrate on driving. But you’re making it virtually impossible. One of your hands creeps over the console to settle on his upper thigh, trailing higher until you brush your fingers over his painfully hard cock and that’s what it takes to send him off the deep end.
He quickly looks for a road to pull into, settling on the edge of the highway before physically lifting you from your seat and placing you into his lap.
“Such a little brat all night,” he snarls, chuckling at your whimper as you grind yourself down on his cock, “This is what you wanted, hm? You wanted me to fuck you so badly that you’d let me take you in public?”
“Mhmm, yes please,” you beg, looking down at him with expectant eyes that for a moment soften the whole scene, making his heart thump in his chest before he’s winding a fist in your hair and yanking roughly.
“You’ve been a naughty little girl tonight,” he whispers into your ear before biting down harshly on your earlobe, the sensation making you cry out, “Showing yourself off for everyone just to get my attention, you are mine, remember?”
“Yes, sir,” the words drip from your lips like honey, and Sebastian groans loudly at the sound, “M’all yours.”
“Well then are you gonna be my good girl now?” he asks, fingers coming up to delicately trace the side of your cheek, a vast contrast from the feeling of his other fingers wound tightly in your hair.
“Yes, gonna be so good for you.” You purr, leaning down to kiss him fiercely, only pulling away when he seperates from you to draw in a greedy breath.
“Good girl,” he praises, making you try to shut your thighs to relieve some of the pressure, but his thick thighs are blocking you from doing so, “Strip. Now. Get in the backseat.”
You obey his orders in record time, crawling into the backseat with a little less grace than you’d like to have possessed before tearing your clothes from your body, watching with needy eyes as he follows your actions, joining you on the leather seats once he’s entirely naked.
“See, not that hard to listen is it?” he smirks, his hand coming to rest between your thighs, separating your folds and locating your clit with ease. He can’t help the chuckle that leaves his lips when you moan loudly, trying to shut your legs from the intense pleasure but a small slap to your thigh makes you snap them back open for him, another high pitched moan falling from your lips, “You can go louder than that, baby. C’mon, tell me how good it feels.”
“F-feels so fucking good,” you gasp, head thrown back as he brings two fingers to your sopping entrance and pumps them into you slowly, stretching you out on his fingers as you gasp and writhe in his embrace.
His fingers are gone too soon, and you whine at the emptiness as he takes his two fingers into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you before he brings his now slick-covered hand down to stroke his cock. You can’t help but whimper at the sight of him, hard and leaking precum and you lick your lips at the image of his hand on his cock.
“Please,” you whimper, eyes fixated on his cock as more precum dribbles from the head at your begging, “I want to taste you, please let me, sir.”
“No,” he says bluntly, making your bottom lip tremble before he’s pressing a soft kiss to your lips, a reminder that he was always here for you if it got too much, all you had to do was say so and he would let you have whatever you wanted. It brought you so much comfort to feel so safe and protected in his arms, even when he was being so rough with you, “Later you can, I promise. But right now I need to be inside that sweet little pussy. Can you get on your hands and knees for me?”
You nod eagerly, letting him know that you’re okay to continue as you shift onto your hands and knees, waiting for him to touch you.
He positions you how he wants you, your face just inches from the window as his body curls over yours, his hand coming to rest around your throat, not creating any pressure just yet, as his cock rests heavy at your entrance, “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.”
He slams into you with one smooth thrust, filling you so deliciously as you grind your hips back into him, begging him to fuck you harder as his words echo through your mind. You knew that the possibility of another car coming down this deserted stretch of road this late at night was virtually impossible. But you’d be lying if you said that the thought of being caught in such a compromising position didn’t turn you on. Something that Sebastian noticed fresh wetness coated his cock as the thought of being found like this flooded your senses with bliss.
“Oh, you like that huh?” he mocks, fucking into you harder until you have to use your hands to stop your face from meeting the glass of the window every time his hips collided with yours, “You like the idea of being my good little slut? Taking my cock for everyone to see?”
You couldn’t speak, too far gone into your pleasure to even think of forming a comprehendible sentence. Sebastian knows by the way you’re squeezing his cock that you’re not far from reaching your end, and he doubles his efforts to push you over the edge into euphoria.
“Come on baby girl, cum for me,” he growls in your ear, fingers coming down to rub furious circles on your clit and when you curls his hips to brush against your g-spot just right you cum with a strangled sob of his name, your release gushing out of you and coating both yours and Sebastian’s thighs, as well as the seats beneath you. The intensity of your orgasm is enough to send Sebastian over the edge as well, slamming into you one final time before cumming deep inside of you, moaning loudly as your pussy milks his cock for all he has.
“That’s it,” he praises, pressing a soft his to your shoulders before pressing kisses along the sweaty skin of your spine, “Did so good for me, my sweet girl.”
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pretty little thing
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Words: 5 k
Rating: 18+ only (here children have a fruit snack *yeet*)
Summary: It's been a while (aka a few days) and you're both getting antsy. So it becomes a competition, of course.
Warnings: various forms of dirtiness, light choking (because he has a metal arm why not), and... self-denial? Idek if that's a thing but it is now.
A/N: This is technically a continuation of "Doll" but you don't really need to read it first (that's how little plot there is in this). Reader has invisibility powers.
Is this what withdrawal is? Barnes usually can't keep his hands off you but it's been six days since he touched you in any meaningful way and it's driving you mad.
It's not because you and Barnes haven't fucked since that night. It's because you have. The more nights he spends in your bed and the more nights you spend in his, the harder it gets to spend them alone.
And the withdrawal is not for lack of trying. He corners you in the hallway and slides a hand up your thigh only to have some member of IT walk by and ruin the moment. Or he follows you to the showers after your workout just to find it already occupied and giving neither of you privacy. And every night there's been something--Stark needing your help, Parker with a million questions, an errand for your mom--and every night you go to bed exhausted but so very unsatisfied. It's almost as if at the very moment you fall into an easy rhythm with someone the universe decides it's too much and you need to pay for the pleasure she's given you.
Sparring releases about half the tension that sparks between you two like an electrical cloud. It threatens to shatter the windows with shockwaves if it isn't tended to immediately. But the sparring is only just barely enough to tide you over until the next day.
Now that he knows, has confirmation of the fact, that you think about the way he fucks you into the mattress every time he pins you to the mat, Barnes has stopped letting you win. You barely get the opportunity to stand before he slams you to the ground again in some position or another, either with your hands pinned overhead or your face shoved into the ground.
"Again," he says, "again," disguising his intentions with thinly veiled excuses that you need to level up your training.
Eventually, it makes you tired. Not muscle tired, that would come regardless, but brain tired, from the thoughts of him constantly battering to the forefront of your mind with no outlet for release. When you're apart you wonder when you'll see him next and when you're near you wonder when you'll get to fuck him again. You're not exactly sure how it got to this point but his hunger is as insatiable as yours without that release.
Which is why it shouldn't surprise you when he finally breaks. Is it smackdown number six? Or is it seven, when he lands a blow to your stomach, knocks you forward off your feet, and rolls you onto your back to immobilize you? You groan in pain and frustration, your heavy breath puffing across Barnes' face.
He closes his eyes tight like he's the one in pain. "You have to stop making those sounds, doll. Driving me mad with that pretty mouth of yours."
"You're the one knocking me down, Barnes. I've got so many bruises I can't even count them anymore."
"I thought you liked getting a little rough."
You flush pink, dazed and speechless as his eyes open again and bear down into yours with a familiar intensity. You wiggle your hands to test the strength with which he's holding your wrists but they don't budge, only succeeding at making you squirm like a dying fish.
"This is crazy."
"Yeah, it is," he says, and then his gaze is flickering to your lips and it gives you just enough warning to suck in an anticipatory breath before Barnes is crashing his lips to yours and unleashing the beast of temptation. You respond, just as greedy, with a bite to his lower lip that pulls a growl from his hungry mouth.
He wastes no more time in holding you down; instead, he lets go of your hands to push roughly at your sports bra, lips still locked to yours. Barnes doesn't even remove the thing, just shoves it far enough up to reveal your chest and trap your arms overhead with the unyielding material. His hands are everywhere at once, spreading across your stomach, cupping the soft tissue of your breast, twisting one nipple and then the other. He leaves your lips behind to latch on, nibbling and sucking at the tender buds of flesh to make you squirm even more.
A choked cry leaves your lips. If anyone were to walk in right now...
And then a hand is down the front of your spandex where you know you aren't wearing underwear, because who wears underwear under spandex, and his fingers are gliding through your folds. Barnes sucks in a ragged breath at finding you so wet and warm from the exercise and he starts finger fucking you right there, in the middle of the training room, like he's willing to risk getting caught if it means he can make you orgasm.
This time it's quick and rushed but no less glorious, the way he expertly circles your clit with a finger and attends to the sensitive peaks of your chest with his tongue. He matches every one of your moans with one of his own, so lost in the thrill of finally touching you again that he doesn't care if you're being loud. Swiftly and suddenly you're coming hard around his fingers, gasping his name, eyes rolled to the back of your head. You're gorgeous, he thinks.
Barnes pulls his hand away once you've stopped bucking beneath him and looks into your eyes. He shoves his fingers in his mouth and sucks at the slick remnants of you, groaning with delight like your taste is enough to satisfy his insatiable hunger, and then kisses you to share in the ecstasy.
And then he stands, helping you to your feet and readjusting your clothes.
"I'll see you later," he says and leaves you standing alone on the sparring mat.
"You don't--that's...what?" You're left speechless and dazed for the second time today and it's only eight in the morning. What the fuck just happened?
You find Barnes at the breakfast counter, swallowing down what looks like half a dozen eggs and four pieces of toast before heading out into the field to do... well actually you don't know what he does between breakfast and lunch. Something classified.
He doesn't notice you until you reach out, grab his arm, and pull out a sharpie. Before he can demand to know what you're doing, you've drawn something, dropped his arm (the real one, of course), and left the way you came.
He studies your marking. It's nothing more than a single tally, small and black, on his inner forearm.
When Barnes gets back you're waiting. Not that he can see you. But he can see the indent of you on his bed where you must be laying.
"Not doing such a good job at hiding. We'll have to work on that one," he says while he unloads a surprising number of guns from an even more surprising number of places all over his body. And a knife.
"Not trying to hide," you say.
"Oh? Did Stark make you a better suit?"
"Not wearing a suit."
That gets him. Barnes turns with a sly smile on his face, momentarily frozen as you shift back into the visible spectrum. And then he's raking his eyes over the deliciousness of you, those curves a full course meal, and his stomach starved for a week straight. His cock twitches at the reminder that despite giving you an earth-shattering orgasm at eight o'clock this morning, he did nothing about his own needs.
You beckon him onto the bed with one finger.
"I have fifteen minutes until Parker needs my help."
Barnes doesn't care. He'll take fifteen minutes. Damn, he'll take two if it means touching you until you scream his name. It's more than he's had all week. He's devouring your lips in seconds, your hips melting to his touch as you roll over to straddle him, knees gripping his waist seeking out any kind of pressure you can find. You're conveniently naked and he's far too dressed but you don't need anything but his shirt off and his pants at his knees to make this worth your while.
You're sinking down around him before he can even ask to go down on you, your tight pussy fluttering around the rock-hard length of his cock. From this angle, you can feel his tip push against the sensitive tissue of your cervix, and it forces a curse from your mouth. You don't move but Barnes does, using his impossible strength to lift you by your hips and slam into you, leaving more bruises on your hips that you gladly add to your collection.
You rock when he rocks, meeting each of his grinding thrusts with a cry, your hands on his chest to give you support. He can feel you tighten around him, your walls contracting with each slam of his hips to yours, so he rests one hand flat on your pelvis, grounding you and rubbing at your clit with his thumb. The other presses to the small of your back, stabilizing you to hit that same spot you like so much over and over again.
"Come for me baby," he groans, the words smooth in the languid air of this shared moment.
"No," you manage to say, and it's like a punch to the chest. No? Why the fuck not? And suddenly he feels your resistance, you holding out against rapture, against the inevitable. "You first."
Your eagerness abruptly takes on a competitive tone and he can't know for sure what your intentions are but Barnes can picture them. This is no longer a shared moment but a one-on-one match that ends in sudden death.
"Not until you do."
You can't hold out. Not when he touches you like that. When you orgasm all over his cock his movements stutter and he joins you, pulling out just in time to spill his seed over the two of you. You finish it off with a desperate kiss that feels more like the start of something than the end of it.
"What the fuck was that?" he says as you pull away with a giddy smile, more confused than angry, relenting to the gentle touch of your hands smoothing across his chest after having driven into you like a railroad spike.
"A challenge," you giggle, and then he pulls you to his chest and you slump forward, entwining yourselves in one another's limbs to seek that extra bit of skin-to-skin contact that you're both fortunately so fond of. You glance over at the clock on his nightstand, only 12:23. Seven more minutes to snuggle. Seven minutes for Barnes to contemplate your sudden change in behavior and wonder if it has anything to do with his own actions this morning.
Finally, you get up to leave without having provided any reasoning. You simply peel your sweaty chest away from his. And then, strangely, the sharpie is back and you take his arm to add another little tally to the first. And then you add a single one to your own arm and suddenly he understands.
This isn't just a challenge. It's a game. He's in the lead and you're one behind, but if there's anything he can count on it's that you like a challenge and always rise to meet it.
Then there's the broom closet. Barnes wasn't aware Avengers HQ even had these. He thought it was far too high-tech for regular old cleaning supplies.
But inside, you even the score, sinking to your knees and sucking him dry before he can protest. You're sure by now he's figured out the game so you don't mask the glee on your face as he spills hot and thick down your throat. You love the weight of his balls in your palm as they twitch and contract, the way Barnes gathers your hair away from your face to watch you better and kisses you deep afterward to get a taste of himself. But you pull away quickly and slip right back out the closet door before he can get any ideas.
What are the rules? There are no rules, really. No indication of how long this could go on and no idea of what the prize might be at the end. It's competition for competition's sake, something you're both far too good at. That means it's not possible to cheat. No rules mean nothing's off the table.
And that's why it confuses you that Barnes lets you pull ahead in the game with not one, but two, handjobs, book-ending dinner with the Stark-Parker joint family dinner in Peter's apartment. Somehow, no one's noticed the absurd amount of time you and Bucky spend together, if they had Aunt May would have said something at the table, let alone your little charade of sneaking off to the bathroom together while the others do the dishes.
So what's his ploy? It worries you. Sure, Bucky's supersoldierness gives him stamina, but it also reduces his refractory period to nothing. He'd tried to had that fact for a bit, worried it might scare you or pressure you but it turns out it's just another one of the reasons this is so fun.
So again, you ask yourself, what's his ploy?
"Give me a hand, kid, will you?" Stark requests that evening. You're more than slightly annoyed at having to delay, or possibly fully cancel, the much more exciting events you had planned after dinner, though you're also indebted to Stark at this point.
"Why can't Parker?"
"He's got school in the morning."
Parker's the real kid. School. Seriously? But Stark has started treating you more like a daughter than anything else. Morgan takes up most of his attention but he makes an effort to check in on you, despite your disappearing acts.
Tonight, he wants to work on his car. Or one of his many cars. The man has access to the most high-tech, brand-new robotic engineering machinery in the world and he still decides to do this by hand. You'll never understand.
"Wrench," he says, and you pass it to him dutifully before he disappears back under the car.
"Look, Agent Hill Junior," you know you're going to get a lecture whenever he starts his talks this way, "I want you to know that if you need anything I'm here for you."
You don't respond, too confused by the sudden expression of concern for you. Stark is the kind of man who makes his intentions obvious, not through words, but actions. It's strange for him to speak to you directly.
"You can tell me if working with Barnes is too much. We can always take your training down a notch. You just need to tell me if you're getting hurt."
You just barely manage to suppress a laugh. So that's what this is about? A one-on-one chat about the collection of bruises you've acquired in the past month? Sure, some of them are from "training" as Stark calls it. But most of them...are not. You can only imagine how much Stark would flip if he knew the extent of your private activities.
"I'm fine, really," you say. "The training is good. I need to get good at hand-to-hand before I can move on to other things."
That seems to appease Stark enough for now. Surprisingly, he lets you go, although it's already nearly midnight by the time you leave the workroom. And you still want to shower, so you debate your options about doing it now or in the morning.
But the decision is made for you. Suddenly, a hand is grabbing your wrist, hauling you along the hallway, and into the elevator that leads out of Stark's workshop. The doors slide open with a ding and immediately you're shoved inside, falling back against the mirrored wall as Barnes joins you. He punches the door closed button aggressively.
When he gives you that look, hungry and insatiable, your hands grab the handrail behind you with more force than necessary to steady the fluttering arousal that spreads through your body.
"What took you so long?" he growls, caging you against the back wall with his metal hand on your chin. The pressure is just light enough to let you speak.
"You're two points down, James. I'm surprised you have anything left in you. Are you sure you aren't ready to give up yet?"
He chuckles at your response, though he isn't amused by your joke. He's amused that you're talking back to him, and he likes it because it means he can punish you for it.
"You know well enough I can fuck you all night," he says lowly in your ear. "But what about you? How many times can I make you come before you beg me to stop? I like a challenge, doll, and you've set one up nicely."
A warmth spreads through your core at the realization that this is why he let you take the lead. He wants to follow one orgasm with another and another and another.
He must know the effect he's having on you because Barnes' face breaks into a sly, lopsided grin that tells you everything you need to know about what he's up to. He's claimed you, claimed your bed, claimed your evening, claimed your thoughts. Now he's even claiming victory. Premature victory.
As the elevator shifts into motion, rising toward the residential floors, Barnes lurches against you, a little rougher in his movements than necessary. He waits, silently, as you breathe in the heat of each other's arousal.
"You're talking some mad talk for a man in second place," you manage to say, your voice coming out much softer than you intended. He's pinned up against you with an unreadable face, the kind he's probably practiced a million times so as not to give away his thoughts to the enemy. Yet, you can't think about anything but the hard length pressed to your thigh, so you release one of your hands from its iron grip on the handrail and reach out to touch it. His cock twitches beneath your palm and the facade falters. Barnes steadies his breath with his eyes closed.
"Not for much longer. I hope you've got that goddamn sharpie because we're making plenty of marks tonight."
The elevator doors open and you're very glad no one's around to see Barnes lift you roughly over one shoulder and carry you straight to his room, not stopping to put you down until the door is closed and you're against it. He must really love pinning you to various surfaces, one knee between your thighs to hold your legs apart.
Immediately, his lips are on yours and he's kissing you in the way that swallows your breath until he's the only air that matters. And then he's dragging his mouth over every inch of exposed skin he can find, pulling off your shirt to give him more space to work with as you gulp down air to stay alive.
The question becomes not where he kisses you but where he does not.
If you're being honest with yourself, half of you wants to just let this happen, let him make you come over and over again, and screw the game. Screw denying your pleasure, screw forgoing your inner instincts, let the way your body responds to his dark gaze, your chest heaving against the thin lace of your bra, convince you to abandon all hope of winning this challenge. As if sensing you edging closer toward defeat, Barnes' hands wrap tightly around your waist, arching your back, pushing your chest forward so he can graze his teeth over the tender bud of your breasts. His hands slide up your spine to release the clasp that contains them.
The other half of you wants to be a little brat.
"You're never going to win fully clothed, James," you tease. Your words are breathless and a little less than confident, and, okay, maybe you just said that to get a rise out of him, but his thigh between yours shifts almost imperceptively in reaction. Almost. That slight movement is enough to push the seam of your pants against the tender bud of your clit, even through your panties, and you realize instigating him is only going to make him push harder against your resistance.
So you push back, hooking the fingers of one hand through his belt loops and resting the other on the bulge in his pants. Barnes doesn't even respond to your touch, just grinds his thigh between yours again, his mouth still abusing the sensitive skin of your nipples. But two can play this game. You squeeze lightly as you run your hand down his length, stopping only when you reach the heaviness of his balls that twitch in your palm.
He's barely reacting, though the weight of him is hot and hard. Yet the rough fabric of his jeans between your legs alone is able to make you tremble, even as he uses his grip on your waist to control the motion. You didn't expect to be so sensitive, but it seems the harder you resist the more torture is inflicted and you can feel the flood of your arousal soaking through the layers of fabric between you. If he keeps this up, Barnes is going to take the lead.
You harden your resolve, suppress your sighs of arousal, but it's so fucking hard. His movements are hypnotic and you find yourself not even paying attention to what he's doing with his mouth. A whimper escapes your lips despite all your effort and he looks up with a smile.
"Fuck, I love that sound," he says. "Do it again."
Bad idea. Very bad idea. He does make you, your whimpers echoing out over and over again until you can't resist the heavenly pleasure of riding his thigh, and your cunt clenches around nothing and you come. It hits you so suddenly, creeps up on you so quietly in spite of your resistance, you don't even know it's happening until it's over and the heat of your orgasm has soaked into his jeans and left a dark imprint of you on his thigh.
"I don't need to be naked to make you come, doll," he chokes out, partly in awe at how beautiful your face is when it contorts into an 'o' of pleasure and partly because your grip on his length has tightened as you came and now he's the one having trouble resisting.
But you don't even get a chance to react to his words before Barnes has your pants on the floor and panties flung somewhere over his shoulder. His mouth is on your pussy, hands spreading your legs even further apart, nose pressed to the curls at the apex of your thighs. Your hands fly to his hair and somehow you can only think about how soft and fluffy it is until his teeth graze against that tight bundle of nerves and you're leaning into him just to stay on your feet.
You'd curse him to high heaven for already closing the distance if your brain could just form the words. To hell if you're going to let him make you immediately come again, though a muttered, fuck you Barnes is all you can squeak out.
"Language," he grunts from between your legs, doing his best to coax you out of your struggle and into surrender. He can feel the tension between your desire to relinquish and your desire to fight when you clamp your thighs around his ears, feel your resistance on his tongue as he savors you bit by bit, feel you torture yourself for the pleasure of the competition. "Relax, doll, let me make you feel good."
"No, not yet, no--"
But your protests die on your lips. This time, your orgasm doesn't surprise you; you feel it coming every step of the way like trying to outrun an avalanche until it swallows you whole. The back of your head thunks against the door and you begin to slide down it as your legs lose their stability with the force of the spasms wracking your body. You only realize when Barnes is standing again and leaning his forehead against yours that he's holding you up.
"I believe that makes it a tie game." And it dawns on you why he likes this challenge so much. You're already wrecked, too exhausted to make much of an effort to try to take control. And he's only just begun. He has you alone, all to himself, and he won't stop until he's done.
Already Barnes is attacking your lips with his again, his hands roaming wherever they please, and you protest your inability to resist his charms with a half-hearted groan.
"Don't give me that, doll. You asked for a challenge so you'll get one."
You want to scream at him that you know you can't resist him, but that would be conceding to the fact, and really, a part of you wants him to push you as far as you can go. Off the fucking edge if he has to. So your tone remains defiant.
"Gonna get creative, James? Maybe move me to the bed instead of fucking me against a door?"
Barnes laughs but there's no warmth in it, only the sensation of his cool metal hand sliding up your sternum, inching toward your neck, sending goosebumps across your chest.
"Just for that, I will fuck you against this goddamn door until you come, screaming my name."
And then he squeezes and your eyes roll back and you nearly lose it again. It takes all your concentration to reel in your orgasm, but he waits. Waits for the surge of pleasure to overtake you, for you to acquiesce to the pressure around your neck, for you to give him that look that begs him to fuck you.
But it doesn't come.
Again, you push back, deny him the pleasure of your orgasm, but it only serves to increase his desire to please you. Suddenly his demeanor shifts, you can see it in his eyes when he stares straight into yours. The look on Barnes' face has changed. It's almost... imploring. When he kisses you again, it's different, no longer commanding and in control, but simply searching for a way to make you happy. He can't stand that you're torturing yourself, can't stand enjoying himself so much while you fight against your own satisfaction. He wants you to come under the skill of his mouth, to tremble and shake against his face as he tastes your orgasm on his tongue, and he wants you to love it, to enjoy it while it happens. Fuck the game, fuck the challenge. You can do whatever you want to him just for a single moment in heaven between your thighs.
"Please, baby, let me take care of you. Whatever you want, you can have. Whatever you want, just take it. But let me do this for you. Let me be your release."
You don't know what to say. A moment ago he was ready to fuck you so hard you forgot your own name and now he's begging you to let him please you. So you don't say anything, just tug on the button of his pants, slide the zipper down, and release his hard cock from the confines of his pants. He tries to help you, tries to remove his own clothes, but you stop him.
"You can do that later. Just follow through and fuck me against the door like you promised."
He doesn't need to be told twice. One leg is hiked up around his waist and then he's slamming into you with no preamble. Barnes is no longer concerned with kissing you or tasting you or restraining you by your neck. He is only concerned with driving into your sweet cunt, slick with two orgasms, and muttering how gorgeous you are, how fucking gorgeous against your neck until you're digging your nails into his back to take hold of him.
But he's not deep enough and suddenly your other leg is also around his waist and you know for certain there will be bruises on your back and thighs in the morning from the beating you're taking. But the fire in his soul is back and Barnes wants to hear his name on your lips.
"Does that fucking feel good? Is that what you need, doll?" he questions through clenched teeth, his words punctuated with desperation. You manage to gasp out a confirmation between the involuntary cries that escape your mouth every time he hits your g-spot.
"Who makes you feel this way baby? Who fucks you this good?"
"You, James. Only. You." Your thighs tighten around his waist and the blood rushing in your ears makes it difficult to concentrate on the sound of his voice guiding you through your orgasm, but he keeps going, keeps slamming into you, keeps speaking, say it again, baby, say it again.
James, James, James, Jam--
You barely remember the rest, your staggering orgasm, his release inside you, and somehow making it to bed. You just know it feels so good to let go and fall asleep in his arms.
You slip in and out of the fuzzy warmth of sleep to kisses across your chest and down your stomach, not stopping until his mouth is cleaning your thighs and tasting the sweetness of your cunt and pulling one more, languid, idle release from you, and you stay awake just long enough to ask Barnes what he's doing.
"I win, doll."
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A Few Weeks Pt6
Hello All!!!! I am so sorry for the long wait on this part. Thank you for the support and kind words! I look forward to getting some more parts out to y’all soon! As always request and tags are open.
Summary: You are suck in a house with Hiddleston, Stan and Evans and Stan decides he wants a sweet treat.
It is a shorter part but I feel the story coming back and will have parts up very soon!!
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Y/N was in a god-awful mood. She was bored and frustrated. Messing around with the men was fun and had its perks, but you could only organism so many times in a day. She opened and closed the fridge, pantry, and cabinets for the fifth time today, hoping something would change or magically appear. She noticed the whipped cream and strawberries and knew there were baking ingredients in the pantry. It had been years since she had baked anything. She cooked all the time, but baking took time, and it was time she usually didn't have. But she had the time now, so might as well. She wanted to make a strawberry shortcake. It was perfect for summer. She started pulling out ingredients and looked up a recipe on her phone. It was very apparent she was rusty at the skill by the time she got the shortcake in the oven. The kitchen counter floor and herself were covered in flour and other ingredients. Y/N got the kitchen cleaned and started cutting up the strawberries when she felt a hand at her back and a kiss on her cheek.
"What are you up to, ms betty crocker?" Sebastian quipped with a smirk on his face.
"I am baking, if you must know."
"Baby, you know that the flour is supposed to go in the recipe, not on you, right?" Sebastian teased.
"YES! I am a little rusty at it, okay." Y/N fired back, half playing around, half a little frustrated at making the mess she did.
"Aww, turn towards me, let me see you."
Y/N turned towards him and saw the smile grow wider on his face. She launched into defending herself. "Stop, don't laugh. I turned the mixer up to high at first, and flour exploded well, everywhere." Embarrassment turning to pride, she followed, "Can you bake at all? No, I didn't think so!"
"Come here, darling, let's clean you up a little," he said while pulling her toward to sink and grabbing the roll of paper towels along the way. Sebastian wetted and then rung out a paper towel and started wiping off the flour on her cheeks and neck. The timer for the shortcake went off, and she rushed to grab the oven mitts and pull them out. It was steaming and just barely golden brown, absolutely perfect. She just hoped it tasted as good as it looked.
Sebastian finally asked, " Those look amazing. Can we dig in?"
Y/N quickly shouted, "No. First, they have to cool; then, I need to assemble them. Plus, I have to finish cutting the strawberries."
"Fine, I will wait then since it appears I have no other options." He resigned, kissing her on the cheek and walking off.
Forty-five minutes later, she had all the berries cut and the cakes out of the pans and ready to assemble. She was thoroughly enjoying herself at this point. The hard stuff was done. She just had to put cream and strawberries on them, and she would be done. She took her time enjoying the process of making everything look nice. Sebastian popped his head in through one of the openings and smiled at the delicious treat in front of him. The woman he had indeed come to admire and care for was standing in front of him with the most blissful smile entirely in her world, enjoying the task before her. He couldn't help himself. He walked over and wrapped his arms around her, giving her a little squeeze and kiss on the neck. Goosebumps broke out over Y/N skin, and she smiled, saying, "Nice try, it still isn't ready. I need to put it in the fridge and let it chill."
"excuse me then he stated mockingly, opening his arms and allowing her to walk over to the fridge and place it inside. When she felt like it was safely on the shelf, she turned around to find Sebastian's finger extended towards her with a dollop of whipped cream on end and a dangerous smile on his lips. Y/N knew what he had in mind and felt her clit throb at the idea of it.
She sauntered over to him. When she was close enough, she slowly leaned forward and took his whole finger in her mouth, keeping her eyes on him the whole time. Sebastian's cock immediately throbbed at the look of her mouth wrapped so tightly around his finger. He couldn't keep himself from letting out a growl as he watched the sultry scene in front of him unfold. He pulled his finger from her mouth with and pop. Y/N scooped another dollop of whip cream, but instead of keeping it on her finger, she smeared it on her neck right below her ear. Y/N rolled her head to the side, allowing him more access to the sensitive spot. He placed soft kisses around the cream at first, taking her breathing to become sporadic, then he took just the very tip of his tongue and licked a thin stripe of the whipped cream. Y/N felt the wetness between her legs growing. Sebastian moved his hand to cup her jaw. He was kissing and licking up all of the sweetness from her neck. He started to bite and move from her neck to her jaw, then finally to her lips. He kissed her long and deep, his hand going into her hair. Her hands grabbing his shirt to keep herself upright. Sebastian grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head, and put a long line of the cream drown her chest right between each breast. He immediately dove in, licking and sucking the cream off. He then worked his way to each nipple, nipping, tugging, and massaging. Y/N moaned and let her head fall back.
Sebastian continued his assault, letting his fingers work at pulling off her shorts and panties. He slid a finger into her and felt how wet she was. He spread her legs with his knee, gave her another long kiss, then whispered, "Jump." She didn't hesitate and hopped up on the counter. "Good girl," he praised, watching her lean backward. The cool countertop made her hiss when her warm skin met it. Sebastian didn't waste another second. He fused his mouth to her center, licking and slurping up her juices. Y/N was arching off the countertop, digging her hands into his hair, trying to get him closer, and wanting to cum hard. He continued working at her clit, and Y/N could feel the knot in her stomach start to tighten. Sebastian finally slid a finger in her making sure she was ready, then slid in another. Y/N was a moaning mess on the counter, desperately trying to get Sebastian to go deeper. Finally finding her voice, she begged, "Please ... need you... in me." Sebastian was more than happy to oblige, stripping out of his jeans and crawling over her on the counter. He slowly pushed into her, making both of them moan at the pleasurable sensation. He started thrusting and could tell she was very close, but today he wanted to cum with her simultaneously. He saw the bowl of cream and dipped his finger in again, thrusting into Y/N hard and fast. He could feel her tightening around him, squeezing every inch. Y/N was sure there would be marks from her nails in Sebastian's shoulder with how hard she was holding on to him. Sebastian whispered in her ear, " Open, darling," and she did. She started sucking off his finger as he pumped in and out of her. The sight of her sucking his finger with her tight lips and his cock being squeezed pushed him over the edge. They both came at the same time, creating a unison of moans and cries. Sebastian slowly pumped once more than looked down at the beautiful woman below him. She had the slightest signs of perspiration starting on her hairline and had a blush on her cheeks. He leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on her forehead, whispering, "Come on, darling, let get you all cleaned up."
"I think I will take over that task for you," Chris said, leaning against the wall with the strain of his cock pressing against his shorts. "What do you say, princess? Up for another round because you right now are the sexiest thing I have ever seen."
Y/n was embarrassed at first, but upon hearing him and seeing how turned on he was, she giggled and nodded.
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Summary: Bucky comes to visit Sam and you, his childhood best friend and roommate, but fails to tell you that he’s there. An embarrassing moment becomes a door of opportunity...
Relationship: TFATWS!Bucky x black!reader
Warnings: WELP...S M U T, AU, mentions of nudity, exchange of fluids, graphic language, unprotected sex, rough sex, angst, blah blah 18+
A/N: soooooo this wasn’t supposed to happen but AAAAYYYYEEEE FIRST BUCKY STORY ✨✨✨ this is @afriendlyblackhottie fault we talked about this last night and it was still on my mind this morning and BAM nasty fic starring Bucky with mentions of Sam. Totally random. Totally unplanned buuuuut enjoy!
Four a.m. and there’s a commotion of sorts going down in the living room. Flinging your eyelids open with a groan, you aren’t frightened because it’s just Sam coming in from doing his crime fighting thing. He never comes in quietly, just straight up fuck your sleep when he’s tossing his shit down like this is normal hours. You do your best to adjust to his newfound fame, his super hero lifestyle but there are times you feel like Sam takes advantage of your ordinary citizen normalcy. Yes you keep unusual hours and are a chill ass person, but if Sam wasn’t like a brother to you, you would have kicked him out by now. Also he’s in and out a lot so it wasn’t like he’s a total bother. You’re just dumb tired, dying for at least five hours of sleep.
“Sam!” You shout out into the dark, flopping onto your back. You literally just fell asleep after a shitty night at work.
“Sorry!” He shouts back wincing then cuts his eyes at the sofa. “Man you gotta be quiet.” He whispers over to Bucky who’s tiredly tossing his boots down by his backpack.
“Relax,” Bucky yawns, dismissing Sam with an eye roll, “YN just barely went to sleep.”
“Yeah and I don’t want her comin in here and cussin me out because you’re being too damn loud.” Sam whisper-shouts back at him coming from the kitchen with water, tossing one over to Bucky before he grabs his bag and keys.
“Probably should have just told her that I was coming.” He shrugs with a sigh, unbuttoning his black denim jeans and shoving them down to his ankles before he plops back down on the sofa to kick them off.
You should come cuss Sam out for not giving you a proper heads up about his spur of the moment visit. Oh Bucky’s well aware of your attitude, being on the receiving end of it in the past. It’s a funny story now, but at the time not so much. Bucky coming in through the patio door late one night while you were hooking up with some strange guy on the sofa. Welcomed by a scream and an aluminum bat flying towards his face, Bucky blocked your powerful swing with his metal arm. Denting the bat then snatching it from you. You went off for a good ten minutes, to him and then to Sam who walked out of his room sleepy and confused. And it’ll happen once again in the morning when you find him on the couch because Sam is going to forget. Watch.
“I’ll shoot her a text later. I gotta go to some briefing at the Capitol so I won’t be back for a few days.” Sam informs Buck, heading for the front door but stops and turns back to suggest, “Just...don’t do your thing.” Bucky frowns, unsure of what he means by that. “And don’t push her buttons. I’ve known her since I was like seven man, and she has had the same short fuse since.”
Fluffing the pillows on the couch Bucky settles in, turning his back to Sam, ready for sleep as well. “I know, I know,” he grumbles closing his eyes. “Get out of here before you miss your flight.”
But Sam never sent you that text. Ten a.m. rolls around and you start to wake, annoyed that the sun is shining so brightly directly in your face. There isn’t enough sleep in the world. Rolling away from the sun’s beautiful rays, you grimace and groan some more. Your usual morning mood until you eventually roll out from under your sheets, yawning and queuing up your morning meditation. Doing your routine, still no text from Sam, you are completely oblivious to Bucky even being in your apartment. Walking to and from your bedroom and the bathroom in nothing but your lady boxer briefs, headphones in and volume up like any ordinary day. You vaguely remember Sam saying something about being back in DC so when the roomie’s away...you take advantage of the freedom.
Bucky could never sleep, no matter how badly he needed it, it was almost impossible. The most he got today’s about two hours. Lying with his eyes closed still, he listens to the patter of your bare feet across the hardwood floors, humming to yourself as you get ready to start your day. Deep down, he has a feeling Sam forgot to give you a heads up, so he isn’t too sure of what to do. Should he just wake up and run the risk of getting yelled at for Sam’s mistake OR should he just lie there and hope you’re getting ready to leave without seeing him? He hears a door close and assumes you’re back in your room. Popping his lids open, Bucky groggily turns over with a long yawn and stretch, then scratches his scruffy chin. God he hates the morning. Bucky didn’t care for a lot...but he cared about you, more than you know. He was already excited about coming to see Sam since it’s been a while but when he found out he was going to be gone for a few days, leaving you alone with him, Bucky really couldn’t wait to see you. He always thought you were cute as hell, but when you nearly clocked him with that bat? His infatuation only grew. He only barely mentioned it to Sam once and he lost it, so grossed out by the idea; it almost offended Bucky how outlandish he was about it.
“Aw c’mon Buck! She’s like my sister man!”
“But...she’s not your sister.”
“Aht! Don’t even think about it Buck. For real. Don’t.”
Heaving a tired sigh, Bucky rubs his eyes and starts to wonder what you’re up to in your room.
The last chime goes off on your meditation as you slowly open your eyes and take one last deep breath, feeling calm and at peace. You pop up off the floor with a grin, stretching your arms so high up in the air. Time for your favorite part of the day: coffee. Opening your Spotify you shuffle your morning playlist and walk out of your room with a little dance in your step, singing along as you beeline for the kitchen. Bucky bucks his eyes up at you entering the room and his jaw damn near hits the floor. Surprised gaze sweeping up your smooth cocoa butter legs to your cute ass perfectly accentuated by the tight cotton material, your tits flouncing as you shimmy, Bucky can’t believe his fuckin eyes. You soooo didn’t get that message from Sam. Bucky’s soooo about to get cussed out when you finally see him. Your music’s so loud even Buck could hear as he sits up, the blanket falling off his naked torso. Whatever you’re listening to is your jam. Bobbing your head and rolling your shoulders you lip sync along, scooping coffee grounds into a filter. He can’t fight back the cheesy smile spreading over his face. All the blood rushing to his dick growing rapidly in his own black boxer briefs you two practically match besides the sweet golden honey hue of your skin. The morning sun spotlighting you as you giggle and sing to yourself. Alerting you now would be pointless so might as well enjoy the show...? Leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees, Bucky rubs at his chin, debating how to get your attention when you’re this exposed to him. And unknowingly too. There’s no easy way out of this one.
You bounce over to the fridge on your tip toes, giving Bucky a full display of them thangs thangin while you’re still doin your cluelessly enjoying yourself. The cool fridge air perking up your nips as you reach for the creamer. The blanket falls to the floor as Bucky stands to get a better view of your ass poking out from behind the door. Spinning around you slam the door close, noticing a figure standing there on your second turn. You scream and toss the coffee creamer up in the air, arms flinging towards your chest to cover yourself. Bucky slightly winces at the volume of your shrill, hands up, ready to explain. Coffee creamer hits the floor with a noisy splat but fuck the mess. You’ve been performing, practically naked, for Bucky for about five minutes! Embarrassed is an understatement!
“BUCKY!! WHAT THE FUCK!”
“Sam was supposed to text you.”
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE!! OH MY GOD!”
“I came to visit?”
“OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD. WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING?!”
“Didn’t know how?”
“I’M GOING TO MURDER THAT ASSHOLE SAM!”
You roar as you run off to your room, slamming the door shut behind you. Leaving Bucky completely tomato red and alone with coffee creamer all over the kitchen. He should do you the favor and clean that up. Maybe cook you some breakfast too.
Livid and fuming, you snatch your robe off the back of you door and dial Sam. Fuck a Captain America. Fuck a breach of security or protocol or whatever the fuck super heroes do. This motherfucker was going to answer. Sam’s marching down some hallway with senators when your ninth grade yearbook picture come up on his screen. Already kicking himself in the ass the second your name pops up, Sam excuses himself to take the call. Wrenching his eyes closed, hoping you won’t be screaming, he answers softly,
“FUCK THAT. WHAT THE FUCK SAM?! YOU CAN’T SEND ONE GODDAMN TEXT MESSAGE?!”
Bucky snickers to himself hunched over the spilled cream. Sam massages his forehead in shame.
“I forgot. I forgot I am so sorry YN.”
“FORGOT?! HOW COULD YOU FORGET TO TELL ME BUCKY IS HERE IN MY APARTMENT SAM. MY APARTMENT.”
Looking over his shoulder for anyone passing by Sam turns down the volume on his phone.
“Looklooklook, I know I messed up sis but you gotta calm down. Did you meditate this morning?”
He’s trying to be cute but it isn’t the time. You inhale so deep your chest expands. “Sam shut the fuck up or so help me God.”
“Okay, okay! Not the time for jokes, I get it. What happened?”
But you’re still so embarrassed you can’t even find the words to tell him. “It’s just—it’s—,” you facepalm your forehead with a mighty smack already wishing you could forget it. “He...just scared me. That’s all...”
Sam side eyes you through the phone. “...you sure?”
You drop the phone from your ear and grunt. You can’t tell him this. Not yet anyway. Maybe when the terror of it all subsides.
“Yes, just...shoot me a fuckin text asshole! I know you’re fuckin Cap and all, but you still need to respect my space dude!”
“You’re right, you’re right. That’s my bad sis.” He’s just grateful you’re done screaming. “I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”
But fuck his promise. You roll your eyes and snark, “uh huh sure,” before hanging up the phone and chunking it at your bed. Your head’s pounding, skin burning up. Anxiety on a million you drop down to the balls of your feet and hug yourself, wishing this feeling away. You can’t believe Bucky sat there the whole time just watching you make a fool of yourself like that. Replaying everything you were doing you shake your head and whine, feeling like a total asshat. Then you remember there’s creamer everywhere, that Bucky’s in your living room in nothing but his tags and underwear, and that maybe...just maybe...you saw a boner? That has you standing at attention, squinting, trying to jog your memory but Bucky knocking at your door startles you out of your deep thinking.
He felt inclined to apologize even though this was mostly Sam’s fault. All he had to do was send a “Bucky’s here” message. Takes less than a minute. Even he knows that and he hates cell phones. He didn’t mean to scare you like that either or just creepily watch you dance around half naked. Bucky was in a compromising situation. And you looked so damn sexy. You crack the door open.
“Yes?” You’ve calmed down some. Besides it wasn’t completely his fault. Bucky confidently stood out in the hall, still in his underwear, and you can’t help but give him a quick look over. Never seeing this much of him before you notice how beefy and insanely ripped he is. Wishing there was a tattoo across his chest. His metal arm propped along your door frame. You’ve always seen him Sam’s weirdo super hero buddy who loves knives but goddamn. Bucky’s super hot. Like dumb hot you take a hard swallow
“Um...” His greyish blue eyes that are usually so harsh can barely look you in the face, Buck still a little pink under his scruff. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t know how to make it stop.”
He looks just as embarrassed as you, head down and voice all low. Suddenly feeling bad you open the door up some more with a sigh. Bucky was already going through it with all the therapy and debugging you could tell he meant it.
“Ugh it’s okay Bucky. I probably should be more aware of my surroundings but I really thought I was all alone. I’m sorry I yelled at you like that.” You lean your head against the edge of the door and shrug. “Sam’s a dummy sometimes.”
You two grin together, even chuckle a little, and Bucky picks his chin up. Peering up at you through his lashes his softness makes you swoon a little.
“Yeah I had a feeling he would forget. I got in at a weird hour and he had a flight to catch it was just a shit show. I should have said something.”
“Hey. C’mon. It’s fine. It’s good to see you anyway Buck.”
Letting go of the door, you open your arms out to him. Let bygones be bygones. Besides how could you not want to take advantage of this moment to hug a half naked Bucky. Even he perks up, enthusiastic to hold you after seeing so much of you so many minutes ago. In a way, you did kind of miss him. It had been way too long since his last visit and even then you barely got to talk since they had business to take care of. You guys embrace each other tightly, like two long lost friends do...who are also needy and pining for one another. Who had just seen each other half naked. His scruffy cheek scratching your soft skin as he nuzzles and squeezes you tighter. You close your eyes the hug is so good. Bucky’s skin so damn warm but with the contrasting cool of his metal hand soothing up and down your spine, a shiver quakes all over you. An alarm it’s time to let go.
“Uh I cleaned up the mess.” He smirks bashfully as you guys part, thinking about how hilarious it was to see it go flying like that. You can’t help but laugh about it too.
“Oh shit, you didn’t have to do that Buck.” You giggle as you guys walk to the kitchen. Not only did he clean up but he also started to cook. Eggs and pancake mix out on the counter by the stove you are stuck.
“Also I felt so bad I started making breakfast.” You’re already smiling so wide, placing a hand on your chest when you see your cup of coffee already waiting next to a bowl of strawberries. Oh, all is definitely forgiven with Bucky. You love anyone who is willing to cook for you, especially a fine ass man. Hell you didn’t even know he knew how to cook. Like the gentleman he is, Bucky pulls your chair out for you to sit then heads to the stove to flip pancakes.
You’ve got the best seat in the house; feet propped up in a neighboring chair, you relax and drink your coffee, watching Bucky’s back flex and move as he silently cooks. He doesn’t want to talk, just wants to feel your smitten gaze on his muscles. As you pop strawberry halves in your mouth, you tilt and cock your head, wondering all sorts of things about Bucky that you shouldn’t. How was he so fuckin big? And how was that ass so perfectly toned and round? Did you see his boner earlier? And was he fuckin anyone with it? Sam would hate the idea of you messing around with Bucky but this has really got you thinking.
“How long are you here for Bucky?” You ask as you cut your pancakes in little syrupy triangles. The silence left you with your loud thoughts you have to talk about something. You weren’t expecting much when it comes to his food but those first couple of bites had you sighing and dancing in your seat. Seriously thought when did he learn how to cook?!
“Not too sure honestly. Planned on a few days but I’m waiting to see what Sam comes back with from DC. Maybe help him out a for a bit.” Which gives him a few more days alone with you. With how things are going, he might really enjoy himself. And you just might too. Bucky can’t help but smirk as he watches you sway with your eyes closed with every bite you take. Looks like watching cooking shows when he’s bored is paying off.
“Can I just say...holy shit by the way.” You sigh with your mouth full of food, chasing sweet bread down with a sip of coffee. “This is the best breakfast I’ve had in such a long time.” You had to give your compliments to the chef who just modestly grins to himself, licking his sticky lips wishing he could lick yours clean. Your robe slipping off your shoulder, exposing your collarbone. Bucky’s metal fingertips rub together as he bites his lip.
“Thanks,” he damn near moans too focused on wanting to kiss you right above your protruding bone. God he wanted to taste you, touch you. “You should really try them with fruit. They’re even better.”
Feeling Bucky’s eyes burn a hole in your right shoulder has your eyes fluttering open, still swallowing bits of pancake. You could feel your breaths gets heavier, quicker, the more you kept eye contact with him. His teeth dragging over his bottom lip. The energy between you two so electric it could start a fire. Eyeing his metal hand fidgeting against the table stirs you up, trailing your eyes up the shiny silvery vibranium until you fall back into his hungry gaze all over again.
“Yeah?” Your eyebrow quirks with a smirk, “let me see...”
Somehow he catches your drift and his metal hand drops into the bowl in the middle of the table as you rise up out of the chair, leaning over to meet his metal fingers cradling a strawberry just for your sweet pouty lips. Bucky’s other hand grips the edge of the table so hard it splinters as he dips his smooth fingertips over your bottom lip, the strawberry tumbling onto your tastebuds. His jaw slacks with a silent “ah” as you suck on his metal fingers a bit. Your mouth waters as you moan longingly, chewing and swallowing all the contents dissolving on your tongue, holding his smolder.
“Mm you’re right Buck,” you thumb away a little drool from the corner of your lips. “It’s definitely better...a little sweeter even...” You land a tiny lick against his lingering metal fingers with a dark chuckle then bite your lip. Bucky’s heart fuckin drops into the floor. Sorry Sam.
“Fuck get over here.” He gasps out, metal hand grabbing you by the nape and dragging you up onto the table as you clear dishes out the way, knocking your chair down as your scramble up to meet Bucky’s open wet mouth. Lips collide with desperate groans. The sweet sticky residue of maple syrup dance on your tongues snaked together. Your squeal muffled as Bucky picks you up and plops you back down on his edge of table, ripping your robe open just so he can kiss and suck right over your collarbone like he wanted.
“Oh fuck Bucky.” You cry out, panting as he sloppily kisses down your chest to your rock hard nipples, biting so hard but then soothing the aching pain with a juicy kiss. “Oh my god!” Your hips go to jerk up off the table but he firmly holds you down.
“Mm you don’t know oh my god yet hun.” Bucky smirks up at you as he falls to his knees and you could almost cum based off that image alone. Big bad Bucky bowing down, clawing and jerking your underwear off your thighs, then tossing them to the side. He snatches you closer to his drooling lips breaking his stare on your excited awed face to adore your burning wet folds, spreading your legs as wide as they could go. For a moment he just shakes his head, softly growling to himself before he latches on, sinking his fat tongue so deep inside your fluttering hole. Without hesitation you lock a hand on the back of his head. A wild moan filling the air.
“Hooooollllyyyyyyy shiiiiiit Buck...” your legs spasm, your hips rock against his tongue that spears and circles your weeping pussy and you are fuckin losing your mind. He couldn’t be more pleased with how uninhibited your moans and whimpers are, how soft and needy your begs sound. Neither of you really understood how you guys got here but thank god you did. Bucky eating you out like your his most important meal of the day. Shit, of his fuckin life.
“God you taste so fuckin good.” Mumbles Bucky, face an absolute pretty mess as he slips three cool metal fingers inside your dripping hole. He didn’t care if you can handle them or not. He just couldn’t wait to see his cock stretch you out but the sight of your wetness oozing trails down his shiny hand makes his dick ache. He can’t wait to still smell you days later. “Such a pretty pussy...” he laps at your sensitive clit, “so fuckin pretty around my fingers hun...” He laps at you again then rapidly rolls the pad of his thumb over it. You slap a flat hand where Bucky’s strong grip has already split the table.
“Oh fuck!” You gasp then groan, convulsing from the spontaneous teases on your swollen clit. His fingers swiftly fucking you. Even his knuckles stroking your fluttering walls made you crumble. Just made you wonder what the fuck his dick game is like. “Oh my god Bucky please...”
Bucky slams his hand three times against your throbbing slit then asks, “please what? Use your words like a big girl.” He demands landing wet kisses and bites along your inner thigh, swirling his fingers around preparing to stretch you out his monster of a cock. Your head drops back with an exhausted huff, meeting his strokes with tremoring hips; your mewls and pathetic whines are music to his ears. How can you answer him when you can’t even find your breath? Looking up your body Bucky notices you’re nearing your peak and takes his hand away with a sinister laugh.
“I’m still waiting YN.” He murmurs standing, lifting you head up so he can slide his soiled fingers over your tongue hanging down over your chin. Sucking his metal fingers all warm and wet from your pussy, Bucky knocks his forehead against yours and moans loudly in your face. Who would have known you two would have hit it off like this? Feed off each other’s energy like this. The next few days will be...absolutely insane. He could make you cum forever. Once he feels like you’ve cleaned him well, Bucky slowly drags his fingers from between your puffy lips awaiting your answer. Kissing his worn lips that smell and taste like you, you whisper you’re wants to him.
“I want you to fuck me Bucky,” you snake a hand up his nape into his soft shaggy hair, “I want you to fuck me into this table.”
He rubs his aching cock as you softly confess, the two of you smiling and playing with each other’s lips. Damn Buck’s got you actin an ass and you don’t hate it. Nipping at his skin and licking your drying juices off his rough chin. You wouldn’t hate to keep throwing it at Bucky...if he can fuck you right. He sighs a laugh pulling away from you, lopsided and mischievous still working his dick.
“Alright.” That metal hand pushes you down into the surface with a muted thud then yanks you towards his pelvis, spanking you so hard with his special hand your pussy squirts a little. Bucky’s obsessed. “Fuck she’s ready for me...”
You squirm and whimper, groaning his name over and over, begging for him to get inside of you. Teasing you by circling his head all over your wet folds with a dastardly smile.
“Jesus Bucky...what the...” but he shuts up your persistent whining by slamming his meaty cock inside your burning walls. Shuddering and powerfully groaning out to the ceiling, Bucky stills, closing his eyes for a minute as you take a sharp inhale, overwhelmed with how full he makes you feel. Pulling out slowly, just so he can feel every ripple of your pussy, Bucky sighs your name...then snaps every inch of his big dick back inside of you as you shout and praise his name. Holding onto you by your feeble hips, he arches your lower back and bangs you out. Every beefy muscle in his body flexed and veiny Bucky fucks you like he’s using you to jerk himself off. And you fuckin can’t get enough of it. Grabbing ahold of his metal arm, you let Bucky take you, shouting and moaning as loud as you want. The table scooting noisily over the floor each time he makes contact with your spurting slit.
“That’s right hun.” Bucky growls lowly behind a clenched jaw, dying to hold out but struggling because you feel just that fuckin good to him. “Tell everyone who’s fuckin the shit out of you.”
A madman. A super soldier. A goddamn saint.
“Fuckin you so good you can’t even speak hm? Too bad...I really wanna hear that smart ass mouth.”
You’re nothing but soft groans and growls, fucked out and just about ready to combust all over Bucky talking mad shit and fucking you senseless. The table splits some more. It’s okay because Buck’s got you and you’re so fuckin close he can’t wait.
“C’mon pretty girl...cum for me...” his jaw drops as your walls squeeze, “oh that’s it...that’s it hun.”
Your ears ring. Your chest’s so tight. If it wasn’t for Bucky brushing his thumb over your clit, you thought you would have passed out but finally, you let go and it’s like everything left your body. He moans with you as you cum, still inserting his way through your contracting walls pushing his throbbing dick out. His impacts get stiffer. Crack. More punctuated. Crack. You can’t push him away.
“Buck!” You croak, limbs still stuttering from your climax.
Another determined hit and—
Bucky rests his tired body on the counter, securely wrapping his strong arms across your back, still releasing his load into your creamy pussy. Laughing, completely out of breath, he looks at the broken table in the middle of the kitchen floor. You’re barely on this earth to even worry about your table being partially torn. You gave a soldier instructions. He gladly completed the mission. Whatever casualties you picked up along the way so be it. Your chests combat one another for oxygen as you loosen your hold around his neck to look up at him.
“Sorry about that.” He shoots you a tired smile and it’s swoon worthy. Bucky’s even prettier all worn out and flushed, droopy lids and a silly smirk. Admiring that handsome face you caress you prickly cheek.
“Don’t worry about it.” You land a sweet peck on his pretty lips then snuggle the bridge of his nose. “You were just fulfilling a fantasy.”
Chuckling together, you and Bucky fall into another open mouth make our session as he carries you to your room, gently placing you down on your bed.
“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” He mumbles against your wet lips. You just shake your head with a warm smile.
“I got all I need right now Buck...”
Right then, Sam’s irritating ringtone comes singing from your pillows. Bucky begs you not to answer but you can’t do that, especially when Captain America is your roommate.
“What.” You bite through the phone, annoyed he’s interrupting but a small giggle falls from your lips. Bucky’s rubbing his scruffy cheeks into your neck. Instantly, Sam’s suspicious.
“Why do you sound weird? Where’s Bucky?”
You try to shrug your way out of his hold. “Bucky? Ummm...” But he bites your arm and you yelp and giggle some more, mouthing him to stop. “Bucky’s out. Went to the store or something.”
Sam squints at the screen. He knows when you’re lying. “Right. Well I’m just checkin in...making sure you two are getting along okay...”
As Sam talks, you watch Bucky trail his cool fingertips down your stomach down between your thighs, just to spin them around your clit. His dick coming to life inside you as you warm to him. You hum a chuckle, those light greyish blue eyes peepin up at you wondering why you’re still on the phone.
“Yeah Sam. We’re getting along just fine.”
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hi! im molly, im 19, and im a HUGE marvel stan.
i dont have a clue how this app works, im not super active on social media LOL
i guess message me if you wanna be friends? idek how to do that so
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my savior (2)
summary || taking the offer you you begin working for bucky. though, later he has to save you again
pairing || mafia!bucky x female!reader
warnings || creepy guys again (briefly)
note || i wasn’t going to make a second chapter, but i have more inspiration for this
should i make a part 3?
requests are open <3
please don’t steal my work!
It was noisy. Bass echoed throughout the club. The white shirt you wore was tight against you, and the black skirt you wore was slightly shorter than you wanted it to be. You kept pulling at the collar of your white shirt as if to stretch it out.
Your job was easy. All you had to do was serve drinks and occasionally work behind the bar. You ran into the man that saved you occasionally, but you still didn’t know who he was. Most people seemed scared of him often bowing their heads out of fear.
He on the other hand already knew who you were. He had Sam research you to check if you were dangerous. Someone as powerful- as Bucky who owned almost the whole city- he needs to make sure a rival didn’t send a spy in.
You were cleaning up the bar that was off in the back. When the door opened in the front. You could see people stepping aside for what you could only assume was him. His entourage followed behind him as they descended up the stairs that were nestled in the corner.
Your eyes followed his broad frame as he disappeared. You couldn’t help, but have a slight attraction to the man. Who wouldn’t though? With his charming personality and handsome looks, he could practically have any girl. You’ve seen firsthand how women just drop to his feet.
“Y/n they’re requesting you,” your co-worker Natasha turned to you. The two of you became friends rather quickly.
“Dunno, the boss just asked for you though,” Natasha’s red locks framed her face as she shook her head.
Walking up the dingy stairs you could hear the chatter above grow louder. You didn’t know that the whole upper level was a giant casino till you entered. People cheered happily as they took the money they had just won. Guards were stationed all around. In the back of plush sofas, you saw him sitting with several other people. Only one you ￼recognized￼. A man who wore an expensive suit with messy hair. Tony Stark, the famous billionaire.
Walking up to them was hard enough. You could feel a bundle of nerves rise in your throat as they turned to you.
“Who is this,” Tony tossed an arm over you. You could see him giving Tony a look you couldn’t place.
“That’s Y/n,” Bucky stood up and gently pulled you to his side. Tony just sat down again a smile on his face.
“Is she your girlfriend?”
“No,” Bucky’s voice was sharp as he slowly let go of you.
“Mmm,” Sam hummed a content smirk on his face as Bucky looked at him. Anger raging in his blue eyes.
“Well Bucky this has been fun, but I must go,” Tony had suddenly got up and was heading towards the door, a woman draped on his arm.
So his names Bucky.
“Don’t forget about my offer!” Tony yelled across the room as he disappeared with the woman.
Nervously you placed one foot in front of the other, “Can I get you all something to drink?” They must have forgotten you were there because all eyes turned towards you.
As they rattled off their orders Bucky’s eyes didn’t leave your figure. His gaze was intense and unwavering. The way back towards the bar was darker than it originally was on the way up.
The club was even more crowded than before. As you waited for Nat to hand you all the drinks you felt someone slid next to you.
“Can I buy you a drink?” A gravely voice rumbled deep next to you.
Your body went still. Not turning towards the man you swiftly replied, “No thank you.”
“She said no, you idiot.” Bucky stood behind you. Anger clear as day on his face. The man went running off in fear. Your eyes met his ocean blue ones as you silently thanked him he was there.
“You always need saving don’t you?”
“Apparently,” your body relaxed as Bucky chuckled deeply.
“Well I’m glad I’m your savior then.”
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Marvel fans deserved Stucky.
Change my mind, I dare you.
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Man Out of Time: Chap. 45, Tangled Up in Me
A tangled mess. That's what Charlie and I were when we woke up. Arms and legs tangled together, pillows, and blankets carelessly thrown all over the room. The cottage in various forms of disarray. Random clothes flung throughout the hallways and rooms, and I have never slept better, despite having little to no sleep. Almost every waking moment of our weekend we have spent tangled up in one another. Always touching, always smiling, always kissing, always whispering sweet nothings, and the most wanton and lewd words.
Some of our time together is pure sweetness and the others are full of lust and shameless debauchery. The best of both worlds, and I know that Charlie and I both crave each side of the coin. And we both know exactly what the other needs. Thankfully the woman keeps her pantry good and stocked, neither of us have wanted to take the time to make real food. Snacking mostly besides the burnt frozen pizza, due to being too preoccupied to check on it, and plenty of water and coffee.
The exhaustion from lack of sleep has finally caught up to Charlie. A peacefulness is visibly written on her soft features. A small smile curls the edge of her lips as her humming snore reverberates through the room. And I watch her. The most at ease I have felt. We're finally here. She's here in my arms and her features show me exactly how fulfilled she is. Even with her exhaustion. I almost just want to breathe every part of her in. She's stunning, even with her knotted hair and smeared mascara. She feels like home.
"Please tell me I'm not dreaming, James." Her voice croaks out, eyes never opening, but her face snuggles deeper into my neck.
I laugh out a sigh, "How many times do I have to tell you that you're not dreaming?" Randomly throughout the weekend she'll ask this.
"I know. But this almost seems too good to be true. I love being here with you. You feel so...comfortable. However, you no longer smell like you." Her lips begin to slowly ghost along my neck. Feeling the vibrations from her whispers was almost too much, and now her lips. Heavenly.
"What do I smell like?" I laugh.
"Me." Our weekend of entanglement has mixed our scents on one another. She no longer smells like her, but a mix between myself and her. Perfectly balanced, reiterating how we do in fact fit so flawlessly. "We should shower. We have dinner at the Stark's and get to pick up Maggie. What time is it?"
"2 o'clock. You've almost slept the day away, doll." Even though she's not wrong, we do need to shower, I don't want to leave our nest just yet.
"Well, someone wouldn't let me sleep all weekend."
"I didn't hear you complain either." Her melodic giggles tickle up against my neck.
"No. Not complaining. Told you I had waited for too long." Her hand slowly slips along my chest, tracing her fingers along each divot, valley and scar. Drifting further she wraps around the base of my shaft, and begins pumping my cock in her hands.
I move my head further from her, wanting to take in her face as she pleasures me. Even while she's not receiving her expressions are laced with lust, panting as if what she's doing to me is turning her on. Pulling her closer to me so I can kiss her opened mouth. My own hand grazes down her body before landing at her soaked folds. Perfectly velvet and drenched with slick. Pressing up against her swollen clit I hear her intake a breath. "You get this turned on by just touching me?"
"I get this turned on by just looking at you." She whispers out.
"Ugh, you must always be such a mess then." I laugh. She adjusts her weight before getting on her knees, ass tilted up she stares at me, crawling back before her tongue spreads the precum at my tip around. Smiling up at me she wraps her sinful mouth around my cock. "Yeah, just like that, sweetheart." Hollowing out her cheeks she allows me to fully enter her. The tip hits on her tonsils and I can't deny the visceral growl that rumbles out of my chest at how deep she's taking me.
She sputters and gags, tears forming in her eyes, but never stops, just continues bobbing on my cock. Lifting her head with a devil may care grin, her fingers that are innocently painted a pale pink wipe around her lips. "Sit on my face." I growl down on her. I want nothing more than for her thighs to wrap around me and be my own personal ear muffs. I wouldn't even mind if her thighs squeezed the life out of me. Her thighs that are a perfect mixture of softness and toned. Almost like she lives to do squats. Must be why her ass is so high and tight as well.
Painfully slow she crawls over my body, "Come on, doll." I'm tired of her stalling. I want to taste her, no need to try and tease me. Her knees finally cage my head in between her, and I tug her body down to smother my face with her dripping pussy. Even her thighs are coated in her slick, and I lap up every bit I can. Overcome with all the sensations Charlie's hips buck over me.
Her mouth moans and growls out obscenities, knowing she's close. Squeezing and kneading my hands along her skin, I feel how sticky with sweat she is. I watch as her hands come up to her breasts, pebbling her nipples, as she stimulates each one. Beautiful image of the most perfect woman, writhing on my lips while she also plays with herself. Head throwing back and looking up at the ceiling I feel her heat up and she gushes on my face, screaming out my name. My mouth drinks up every bit of her, slurping and squelching sounds emit from underneath her and she smiles down at me, running her fingers through my hair.
Her body slithers down before allowing my hardened and angry cock to sink inside of her. Still feeling like I'm not getting enough of her, I sit up. Wrapping my arms around her back, and pulling her into me. Continuing to move on top of me she brings her mouth on my lips. Surely tasting herself. Aggressively we kiss on one another. Moving our lips off of each other and kissing along the others skin. Tasting the salty bitterness from our sweat laden skin. Leaving her eyes only for moments to look at her body. How we perfectly melt onto one another, and just how perfectly we fit together. Everything about her just feels so right.
I feel her walls flutter and tighten around me, "Cum on me, honey." I coo up to her. Listening intently, she allows herself to let go, gasping out a James. Her chest quickly rises and falls, panting on top. I rut into her, wanting my own release. And the sweet release and more deep breaths from Charlie. She loves watching me come undone. Allowing me to fully fill her up before she crawls off of me. Laying back on what little pillows actually remain on the bed. Cock drunk and exhausted, but definitely fulfilled.
"So, about that shower?" I laugh over to her. She pulls the pillow out from under her head and plops it on my stomach.
"We also need to clean up this house and change the sheets. It might be nice to have actual food."
"Desserts my favorite though." I laugh.
I have never had more fun cleaning up a house. Everything is just sexy and playful with Bucky. Yes, it might have taken a bit longer than it should, but the playful jabs, tickles, and kisses keep a smile planted on my face. Not really wanting this moment to end, but know that I have to be honest with Bucky about Steve. And it's about time to head to the Stark's cabin.
"Just so we're all on the same page you should know that Steve does have scheduled days to spend with Maggie." I start. Not sure what to respond with Bucky just nods his head. "And he usually stays most the day and even has dinner with her. I give him a lot of time alone with her, so I take his time watch from him."
"You afraid he'll take her with him?" Bucky's eyes are wide. Almost scared himself.
"The thought has crossed my mind, yes. Don't want to tempt him. But Friday's at 2:00 is currently his designated time to visit." My fingers fidget around. Hoping he gets where I'm going with this without actually saying it.
"I'm assuming he was a bit upset then Friday when she wasn't here. I wouldn't have asked Pepper to pick her up had I known."
"No, he chose to go to an alternate time. Things aren't always going to be exactly how he wants it." Silence falls in the room, but Bucky grabs ahold of my hand. Still not getting it. "Look at the time on your phone when we were FaceTiming." He looks up at me, finally it hits him.
"I'm gonna kill him. How much did he see?"
"I mean, it was my fault, too. I knew..." I don't want him to be angry with Steve.
"He saw that much, huh? You know, you don't have to always take the blame for him. I highly doubt he saw what was happening and walked away, huh?" I shake my head no. "Like I said. I'm gonna kill him. We'll have to put forth some ground rules. Does he know that I'll be living here?"
"Yes. I already yelled and shouted at him. Told him he has to respect me and you and our home. He wasn't happy at first, but he...agreed." I take my gaze off of him. He was mostly upset about something else.
"What? There's something else..." His sapphire eyes search mine as tears well up in my own eyes. I don't want to tell him. But I do need too. He deserves to know. "Charlie. What is it, doll? Is it something when I was gone?" I nod my head. "Okay, fine. We don't have to go into details. We weren't together...and I wasn't even talking to you."
"No, Charlie. You don't have to explain anything, okay? Let's just move forward, but next Friday, I'm with you to set rules with Steve, yeah?"
I smile at him, nodding. Thankful I don't have to go into great detail on what happened between Steve and myself. "Come here." He taps his thigh and I go to sit on his lap, straddling him, so my eyes never leave his. "I love you, Charlie. Everything in the past is there. Thank you, for being honest with me."
"I love you, Bucky. You know...Sam has invited us back to Louisiana in a couple of days for a cookout. We've also got to get that file."
His hands come to my cheeks, "We can wait longer if you need to."
"No, this is something we don't need to wait on. As long as I have you with me, we'll be okay." Gently my lips begin to peck along his.
"Have you thought more about it? I know you and Clint talked some." He returns my pecks in between his talking, and smiles on my lips.
"No. He made a good point, instead of constantly making guesses we should just look in the file. So, that's what I'm going to do." Pulling me closer his lips sink onto mine, instead of pecks he deepens our kiss. I lean back, "I even hit Steve with sparks...twice."
"Good." He smiles, wrapping me up into him, "How much time do we have before we leave?" Strong arms slowly wrap around me before settling under my ass and they bring me closer to him. I giggle on his lips.
"We should leave in about thirty minutes." And obviously not having enough of one another, we can't help but to have our hands roaming all over one another, needing and wanting just one more time to sink into each other carelessly and out in the open. Too much time passed between us and I feel we have not had enough time together. I could spend every waking day of my life with this man and still want more.
Bucky lifts me up off his lap enough to lay me flat on the couch. Hands sliding gently along my sides until they find their place on my cheek. His metal hand slides down my right hand and laces his fingers through mine. Placing his lips on the shell of my ear he whispers, "I need you to remember to breathe, doll. Why do you quit breathing so much?" The vibrations from the deeper timber of his voice echoes throughout my body, causing a shudder and chill bumps to rise on me. "What's wrong pretty girl?"
"You make me so weak, James." I choke out, still struggling to breathe with his soft whispers.
"That's how I like you. Weak in the knees and coming undone with just my voice. Let's make this quick, we don't have much time." I love that Bucky has become more comfortable with taking control, and being a bit more forceful.
Tortuously slow his hands come under my dress, jerking down my panties. After that his teasing hands quit. Everything becomes rushed and desperate. He sits up, and all but ripping his belt off and pants open, he smirks mischievously down at me, seeing how his movements make me even weaker. Pushing my legs apart he slams his length in me, not giving me time to adjust to his size. Thrusting in quickly and with heated fervor. Not wanting to leave my mouth with anything to do, his lips meet mine. Neither one of us can help but smile in our kisses. Loving every moment with my super soldier. Breathing in his now clean body. A body that I desire nothing more than to be all over me. Relishing in our closeness.
He pumps into me and he perfectly hits my sensitive g spot every time. Making his movements very effect. Arching my back and wrapping my legs around me, so I can bring him closer. I feel the sweet heat rising inside of me. "Please, James, I'm so close."
"I know. I feel you squeezing me. Let go, honey." Hearing his voice finally sets me over the edge. The elastic that was heating up and being stretched finally snaps, as I cum on his cock. How does he do this? Allowing me to ride out my orgasm he slows his movements. Once my breathing regulates, he quickens. "You got one more in you, doll?"
Biting my lip, I smile up at him and nod my head. He jack hammers quickly in my pussy. The slap of our skin meeting rebounds through the house. Watching his face, I see he's getting close, as am I. The sweet release of another orgasm flows through my skin again and I watch Bucky as his face warps and his mouth open with the sexiest deep moan and I feel the warm coils of his cum feel me up. Humming he pulls out and watches as his spend trickles out of me.
"It's okay to do that, right?" His eyes meet mine. And I'm not sure what he's asking. "I mean, you're...we're safe."
"Yes. No babies unless we want one. And I don't think we're ready for that. I need to change and we can leave." He pulls me back down on him.
"Do you want more kids?" His face is so relaxed and soft. Giving nothing away.
"Eventually. Maybe. But I'm okay with just Maggie, too. Why? Are you wanting kids?" He gives me a smile.
"Yes." He rubs his hand on my belly. "I can't wait to see you swollen with my child. But not right now. We should do things right, Charlie...Barnes." Chuckling he kisses me. I shake my head smiling. "Still not good enough to make you marry me, huh?"
"Oh, you're going to have to really try a lot harder than that. Believe it or not, I'm a traditional girl, James Barnes." I finally stand to re-ready myself. I can't be picking my child up hot and bothered. Even though, in his presence it's almost a guarantee.
Dinner and a night with Pepper and Morgan are just the family time we needed. Morgan seemed to really take to Bucky. Asking plenty of questions without seeming too harsh. Pepper mostly smiled at us, sometimes gazed at us wistfully. I know she misses Tony, and she still wants me to be happy. Not having him with her has to make moments like this bittersweet.
"How was Maggie this weekend, Pep?" I ask her while the girls are playing. Pepper, Bucky, and myself sit out on the porch. Wine in Pepper's hand while Bucky and myself nurse beer. Like at the cottage, things are quiet and peaceful here.
"She was just like always. She had fun, asks questions about our feelings. calming us with her hand on our cheeks. You know, just Maggie Rogers." She smiles over at me, taking a sip. "And how was your weekend?" She smirks looking over to Bucky and myself. He's leaned back on the loveseat, his left arm wraps around me, while my legs hang over his and I'm curled in close to his chest. Still, we can't get enough of one another.
"We had the best weekend." He smiles back. Somehow pulling me closer to him.
"It was a perfect weekend. Thank you, Pep. You didn't have to keep her."
"Your family. And you two needed the weekend. It's been a long time coming." I giggle over to her, the beer finally tickling my giggly side.
"That we did." Bucky answers, his face turns to look at me to press a soft kiss on my lips. When he pulls away, we just smile at one another. Those miserable five months apart made us better individually, making us to be better together.
"You guys staying here tonight?" Pepper asks standing now that her wine is empty. "It's getting late."
"If we don't put you out any. That would be great. I can make us breakfast in the morning."
"No, but I should forewarn you, Morgan and I are light sleepers. And I did give you a whole weekend...try not to make a mess in the guest bedroom." She smiles while walking the house.
"You making waffles with chocolate chips, doll?" Bucky smiles while peppering kisses on my lips.
"Is it even waffles without chocolate chips?" He chuckles while pulling me closer for a deeper kiss. It's amazing having him here and with me, and I'm not dreaming.
"Charlie! Come on, doll, we're going to be late. And we still need to pick up the cake." I yell into the room while an impatient Maggie and myself wait for Charlie. She's apparently got to make some last-minute touches on her appearance.
"Mommy! Mom! Bucky and I are going to leave you here." Maggie huffs at her. She's ready to see everyone. it's been a while since we last saw the Wilson's. Since we got in late, we rented a hotel. Maggie taps her toes annoyed that her mom is making us late. I bite my lip to hide a laugh rising up my chest. "She's always late, isn't she?" The little girl looks up at me arms crossed.
Charlie comes running into the main room of the hotel putting in some earrings and grabbing up her purse. "You two are going to team up against me, aren't you?" She asks with a smile.
"Yes, we are, especially if you continue to make us late. Now let's go. You ordered the cake, right?" I ask and Maggie gasps at her thinking she didn't.
"Yes, I did." She huffs out and we quickly walk down to the car.
Thankfully everything else goes off without a hitch. We were able to pick up the cake without incident. Maggie playfully growls up at Charlie when she notices that the cookout has already started. Smoke steams up off the grills and smokers and the delicious smells of the food wafts over to the car along with music and laughter, making an already impatient Maggie even more eager to get to the party that she can see and smell. "Maggie, stay away from the edge of the docks. Stay with us or any of the Wilson's and stay out of everyone's way. Can you do that for me little pearl?" Charlie asks looking in the back of the rental car.
"Yes, ma'am. Now can we go?"
"Yes, blondie. Let's go." I reach to grab the cake.
"No, I feel like you're going to drop it. I'll get it." Charlie stops me from getting the cake. Doesn't trust me even with a simple task. I roll my eyes at her before I quickly kiss her lips.
"I've got Bucky!" Maggie squeals jumping up in my arms. I playfully growl at her and tickle her. "Lead the way Buckster." She points over to where everyone is and I run over there. Weaving around with Maggie. Cass and AJ spot us and drop her down on ground and the boys play fight me with Maggie joining in. Charlie smiles running up behind with the cake and walking over to Sarah, placing the cake on one of the picnic tables before she wraps Sarah in a huge hug.
I spot Sam and walk over to him. Pulling him in with a smile and a hug myself. "Where's Charlie and Maggie?" He asks.
"Maggie is with the boys running around, and Charlie was intercepted by your sister." I say looking out over the water.
"You look happy, Buck." Sam slaps at my back, while staring at my blissful smile. I spin to catch Maggie screaming with the boys and Charlie smiling and chatting it up with Sarah.
"I am." This is nice. "I know that there will be more fighting. But I enjoy the people I have in my life."
"Makes even the harder parts of life more bearable, huh?" He asks. I nod a yes and feel Charlie's small hands slide around my waist before leaning her head over my shoulder.
"What you think Pikachu?" Sam asks her.
"Is that really the best you can do?" She questions Sam.
"Sparky, then." She rolls her eyes at him. "Let's get you guys something to eat. You're late."
"Blame the lady. She can't get anywhere on time." Even Charlie joins in on the laughter.
The rest of the day is togetherness in the small community. Teasing the kids. Smiling, laughing, kissing my girl, dancing, and enjoying the most normal and fun moment of right now. It's peaceful. Joyful. Loving. Things may never truly be over. But we can relax for the time being. Enjoying the people, we have chosen to be around us. Our smiles have never been brighter. Even Maggie's, and Lord knows that child has been through a lot this past year.
With my arms wrapped tightly around Charlie, her back pressed snuggly against my chest as she listens to the sounds of the evening, her eyes watching Maggie play with all the kids, I rock us back and forth to the beat of the music. She glances back to look at me and I gently kiss her lips. When she pulls away, she notices Sam staring at the water. "Come on." Tapping on my arm I pull her loose, and she leads the way to Sam.
When we arrive by his side I tap at his shoulder, letting him know we're there. He smiles over at me, looking down at Charlie with a smile. She shuffles closer to him and he puts a warm arm around her. "You, good, Sammy?" She asks.
"Perfect." He turns with Charlie, arm still wrapped around her shoulder. I place my arm around her waist and we walk back to the festivities. Never would I have imagined my life here. Another friend. Another Captain America. The best girl I could have envisioned, and even a miniature girl who has every bit of me wrapped around her finger. Perfect.
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Bucky Barnes x reader
word count // 2,349
warnings // SMUT(18+) minors DNI!, car sex, dirty talk, minor injury, just Bucky bumping his head, bleeding(from bucky being an idiot) swearing, fingering, slight breeding kink if you squint, degradation kink, unprotected penetrative sex, slight bulge kink -
A/N // Please mind, i know almost nothing about cars. But my dirty mind thought up the idea of Bucky owning a shop and you're all really here for the filth so if i got anything car related wrong, no i didn't 🥰 enjoy!
Bucky was in a bad mood today. He made this known as soon as he walked into the shop. Sam tried to jab at him, but he only rolled his eyes at his co-worker, “I don’t pay you to make jokes. Go help with the 8:30 appointment.” His tone was sharp. You share a look with Steve, who was next to you, clocking in. He looked tired, but still sent you a warm smile and waved over at Sam as he grumpily walked off.
You pretended to walk over to the front desk and skim through the timesheets while Steve and Bucky make conversation about the mess that Peter, the new kid had made last night; he had knocked over an oil can while inspecting his first car and slipped, breaking a rearview mirror...with his head. You felt really bad for him, he was so nervous to be hired in the first place, especially after he met Bucky- but you were glad that you happened to not be here for that.
The last thing you needed was to piss Bucky off today, too. So, you sipped your coffee and took a seat, going through the shipment orders as you usually would. You hear Bucky sigh and look up, seeing him already staring at you with tired, stressful eyes. “Y/n, did you not see the shift change last night?” You swallowed the lump in your throat and shook your head, nervously tapping your hands on the desk. “I sent a text out. You’re workin’ on the 1970 Lincoln with me. Peter’ll work the front.”
You felt your heart drop. You knew absolutely nothing about cars- how did you get this job? You had no clue. “Um, I-”
“It’s just for today. I’ll just have you wipe down the interior or something- I can’t have Peter doing too much after last night. We’re lucky he even showed up today.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. There’s no way you were going to argue with him on this. Just as you finished tidying up the space, Peter had walked over. You showed him what to do and he caught on very quickly; he was young and probably very good with computers, so you weren’t too worried. Bucky leaned on the wall behind you, waiting for you to get done. “-And just come get me if you need any help, alright?”
“Yes ma’am, thank you, y/n,” You give him a nod and turn around quickly- your eyes going wide for a minute. Bucky’s eyes were focused on your ass the whole time, only snapping out of it when he noticed you spin around. He clears his throat, “Y’ready?” His voice was gruff. All you could do was nod, following behind him down to the garages like a lost puppy.
He stops you in front of a row of cars, his metal arm brushing over your clothed chest, “Ok, y/n, which one of these cars is a 1970 lincoln?”
“Are you joking?” You didn’t mean to say it out loud. He tilts his head at you, “Do you think I’m in a joking mood today, honey?” The nickname shouldn't have had such an effect on you, but boy, it did. You turn your attention back to the cars. Out of all five, three were newer models, nothing that would be around in the 70s. You couldn’t see the model names from how far back you were, so with a shaky finger, you pointed to the black one- it looked pretty old.
“Did you guess?”
“You got lucky.” He mumbles. “Who even drives a car like this anymore?” You scrunch your nose up at the thought of having to drive it; you knew nothing about cars, but you’d learn quickly if it meant you never had to get behind that wheel.
“I happen to like the older cars rather than the new ones. Who needs that complicated shit anyway,” He pops open the hood and opens the driver's side door, “Plus, look at all this room- bench seat. Do you know how efficient those used to be on dates?” He winks. Was he implying what you thought he was? “Looks pretty uncomfortable to me, boss.” You try to joke, but he only huffs and nudges you to sit down in the car. You watch him walk away, only to come back a few seconds later with a bucket of cleaning supplies. He chuckles when he sees you frown, setting the bucket on the floor by your feet, “I’m sorry, I know you’d rather be up front- and that I’ve been pissy all day for many reasons. Don’t take it personally. It’d help if you’d stop actin’ so afraid of me. I’m not that bad.”
You begin wiping down the dash as you speak, “I’m not afraid. ‘Jus know you probably had a bad night or something...plus, I know I only got this job out of luck, or maybe you guys just wanted someone to look at while you work. I don’t care. You pay me pretty well for working behind a desk all day, I don’t want to ruin that.”
Bucky scoffed, “I hired you because you’re good at your job. The other guys just know everything about one thing; cars. And I’m offended you’d think I hired you for your looks- although, you are pretty nice to look at.” His mood had turned around, and quickly. Has he always flirted with you like this? You cough a little, blaming it on the spray you were holding. It’s pretty silent for a while as you two work on your own tasks.
An hour later, you had finally, near about refurbished the inside of the beat-down car from front to back. You were leaning your body over the passenger seat, grabbing a few wipes you left in the back.
Bucky was almost finished twisting a cap shut when he peaked up, the sight in front of him causing him to suck in a breath. He watches you wiggle further into the back of the car, giving him the perfect view of your ass, those tight jeans doing it much justice. He felt his cock twitch and couldn’t help himself but imagine bending you over in the car and fucking you until you couldn’t walk. “I’m finished!”
You pop your head back up and turn to wave at Bucky, but he was caught off guard. He jumped straight up, his head banging into the hood so harshly that when he stood upright, you noticed a tiny bit of blood trickling down his neck. “Fuck!” He hissed, cupping his head. “Come here,” You climb out of the car and over to him, grabbing his hand and leading him to sit on the passenger side. You kneel down, your knees between his legs.
You grab a clean rag and apply pressure to his cut, “It’s just a knick- I didn’t take you as the jumpy type, Buck.”
He wasn’t paying any attention to the words you were saying. His eyes were glued to your lips, and your chest, and you had no idea since you were focused on his injury. “Um,” when you finally look at him, his eyes were darker than you’ve ever seen them before, filled with lust. “The blood stopped. Good thing, because I didn’t want to have to clean up any more messes,” You bite your lip.
“Well, I’m sorry for ya, honey.”
Without another word, he pulls you on top of him, pulling your ass over his clothed, hard cock. “Fuck, Bucky- what are you doing?” You moan out while his hands grip your hips, grinding your throbbing cunt over him, “i’m showing you how amazing car sex was in the 70s, honey,” he grunts, his head falling back in pleasure. “Wha- what if someone comes looking for us?”
“I told everyone to leave me alone today- i don’t think they want to piss me off anymore, hm?”
You place both your hands on his chest while you squeeze your thighs tighter. Bucky’s hands fly up to the waistband on your jeans, “You want this?”
He unzips them quickly and you help him pull the tight fabric off, leaving on your lace panties. “Already so wet for me and I haven’t even fucked you,” he slides his fingers over your slick folds, “You’ve been such a good girl, helping me out today,” He slides a finger into you and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, whimpering. “Uh uh, honey- I want to hear your pathetic little whines while you fuck my fingers, and don’t you hold back, or you won’t get my cock.”
“Bucky,” you whine, moving your hips faster. When he adds another finger in, you toss your shirt over your head. Bucky swears he could bust just by watching your tits bounce. “So fuckin’ pretty,” He brings his right hand up to your middle, circling over your sensitive clit with his thumb. You let out a loud moan, “I’m- holy shit,” You feel the coil in your stomach come undone as his pace quickens. “Come on, honey, you’re doing so well for me,” His fingers fuck your tight cunt so good you couldn’t wait for his cock. “Fuck!” You scream, and squeeze your breasts as you cum.
Bucky watches your face relax after a minute and pulls his fingers out of you, eyes on you as he licks them clean with his tongue. Without thinking, you lean in, your lips roughly colliding with his own; you can taste yourself on his tongue. “Ready to see what you’ve been missin’ out on?” he teases while unzipping his pants and pulling himself out of his boxers. Your mouth waters at his hard length. You spit on your hand and stroke him a few times until he pulls your hand away, wanting to be inside of you. “Do you know how long I’ve thought about doing this? You come into the shop every day in your tight little pants and skimpy little tops-” He pulls your panties to the side, “Desperate for my attention- and for my cock,” He rubs the swollen tip over your slit, and you groan, “Just fuck me already!”
Bucky slams into you with warning, gripping your hips so tight you could just feel the bruises forming- “Oh, Bucky, yes!” You moan, your hands on his chest, sweat rolling off your forehead. “That’s it, ride my cock, honey- all yours.” He watches you bounce down onto his cock, and grabs your tits with his hands- the metal one pinching your nipple, the other squeezing your breast. “I fucking love this car!” You cry, your walls clenching around his cock. He chuckles at you, “Told you,”
Bucky sits up and grabs the back of your thighs, lifting you up and slamming you back down on his cock. He was in his own heaven, fucking into you, watching those pretty tits bounce in his face- this wasn’t how neither of you thought the workday would turn out, but there were no complaints.
“Feel so good wrapped around my cock,” he whispers into your ear, grunting, panting, everything that made your pussy tighten around him. “M’gonna fill this pretty little pussy up- so everyone knows what a dirty little whore you are-” You let out a tiny whimper at the dirty words leaving his mouth; “Please, f- fill me up,” You felt tears brim your eyes at the crazy sensation; Bucky grabs your hand, not stopping his pace once, and places it over your stomach. “You feel that? Feel how good I’m fucking you?” He watches the tears stream down your face, “Yes, fuck,” You bury your face into his shoulder, letting him fuck into you.
Bucky kisses your jaw, whispering filthy words into your ears. He feels himself getting closer to his edge and with the help of you rolling your hips onto him, he cums; you gasp at the feeling of him filling you up with his hot seed. He continues to milk his cock into your pussy, the sensation too good to stop. You open your eyes up when he finally stopped, “Fucked that attitude right out of me- fuckin hell,” He drops his head onto the seat, still catching his breath.
“You’re cleaning this time, right?”
“Yeah, but I gotta be quick, this car should’ve been done about thirty minutes ago.”
Your eyes widen in horror, “Bucky! What the fuck!?”
“Wow, she looks brand new!” The older man sends you a bright smile, “You put all these boys to shame, missy.”
“Thank you, sir. I’m glad you’re satisfied,” In the corner of your eye, you see Bucky give you a thumbs-up. The fucker had made you show your work to the owner of the car. The man in front of you hands you a twenty-dollar bill for your services. “-I can’t take this, sir, really-”
“Please, keep it. You deserve it.”
When the man drives off, you walk back over to the desk where the men have gathered around, teasing Peter about being a computer nerd. Bucky looked up at you with a bright smile, “Looks like you guys have some competition. Y/n just might get a promotion,”
“Listen I love the change in your mood, but unless she can name at least five car models, she can’t take my job.” Sam mumbles.
“I’ll trade places with you, y/n!” Peter smiles, earning yet another jab from Sam about being a nerd. Steve looks from you to Bucky and discreetly shakes his head. And while you clocked out, he leaned into your ear, “Next time you go for a ride, please, let us know.” Your face flushes as he continues to speak, “Had to stall that poor old man for twenty minutes while you two finished up.”
“Save it. This is the first I’ve seen Bucky this happy at work in a while. Just, keep it in your pants and maybe save the car sex until you’ve clocked out, and preferably in your own vehicle.”
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