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sergeantbarnessdoll · 16 days

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I was thinking of reader being pregnant but not being aware yet but bucky can hear the heartbeat of his unborn child but what if the reader and Bucky weren't in an established relationship in fact the two don't really get a long at all but they hooked up once and Reader got pregnant. After a mission they end up in a safe house and Bucky realizes that he's hearing the heartbeat of their unborn child

Unexpected » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Avenger/Pregnant!Reader

Summary: Bucky finds out Y/N is pregnant with his unborn baby when he hears the heartbeat.

Warnings: mix of Fluff and Angst, language, mentions of sex (18+), kissing, use of pet names

A/N: Thank you for requesting @annekelovesreading 🩵

A/N #2: @little-miss-dilf-lover wrote a similar one shot. Just know I’m not copying her in any way. Her and I just got the same request. She said I can write this and I thank her for allowing me to write this🩷

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found this one on Pinterest.

“I had him, Barnes!” You yelled, panting.

“No you didn’t. You could barely-” That’s when he heard it, the noise he’s been hearing all week.

“I could barely what, huh?” You asked.

“Nothing.” He clears his throat. “Let’s just finish this mission so we can go to the safe house.” He says, gently nudging you in the direction you two need to go.

Bucky thought he had been hearing things all week. He has been hearing a little thumping noise. He only hears it when he’s around you which is weird, considering that you two don’t get along. He’s been trying to figure out what the noise is and it’s driving him crazy. That was the only thing on his mind as you two finished the mission and went to the safe house. It didn’t take long for realization to hit him. The little thumping noise he has been hearing all week is a heartbeat of an unborn baby. Meaning, you’re pregnant with his child. Bucky remembered the one time you and him had sex. You two got drunk off of Asgardian alcohol Thor gave you and him at Tony’s party a few weeks ago, making his eyes widen.

“Oh my god.” Bucky says to himself.

Bucky ran his fingers through his hair as he paced back and forth in the bedroom. If you knew, you would’ve told him, right? You wouldn’t keep something this important from him, would you? Or maybe you don’t know it yet. Instead of jumping to conclusions, he laid down on the bed and tried to relax, but that got him nowhere. He just stared up at the ceiling. Bucky already knew that he wasn’t going to get any sleep that night so he just tried to relax. He turned the TV on for background noise to drown out his thoughts. He soon fell asleep. A few hours later, he woke up from his dreamless sleep. A sigh left his lips as he got out of bed to get something to drink. He stopped in his tracks, hearing the heartbeat of his unborn child coming from your bedroom. Bucky was tempted to go in your room to hear the heartbeat better, but he didn’t want to wake you. He went to the kitchen and got some water and went back to his room. Bucky laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling once again till he fell asleep. When morning came, he woke up to the sound of birds chirping and the sun shining through the curtains. Bucky rubbed his eyes to wake himself up more before getting out of bed. He went to the kitchen, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion when the smell of coffee didn’t instantly hit his nose.

“You didn’t make coffee?” Bucky asks, slightly annoyed.

“No.” You took a sip of your orange juice. “For some reason, it’s been making me nauseous for the past couple weeks.” You tell him.

Bucky’s breath got caught in his throat when you mentioned being nauseous.

“That’s weird.” He says, clearing his throat.

Bucky got a cup from the cabinet and poured himself some orange juice. He went to the living room and sat down next to you.

“Just out of curiosity…” Bucky took a sip of his orange juice before asking his question. “Does anything else make you nauseous?” He asks curiously.

“Now that I think about it, some of my favorite foods have been making me feel sick lately.” You answered. “Wait a minute. We don’t like each other. Why are you asking me this?” You asked, looking at him.

Bucky shrugged his shoulders and took another sip of his orange juice.

“Are you thinking I’m pregnant?” You asked.

“What? No. I’m not thinking that at all.” He says, lying through his teeth.

That’s when Bucky heard the little heartbeats again. He glanced down at your stomach, listening to the heartbeat of his unborn child.

“Either you have a staring problem or you know something I don’t.” You say.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He says, moving his eyes away from your stomach.

“You’re a terrible liar.” You tell him. “Tell me what’s going on before I interrogate you.” You say, turning your body to face him.

“Last time I checked, you’re not a detective or a cop.” He says, standing up and went to the kitchen.

“I was trained in that area, Barnes.” You followed him to the kitchen. “I’m going to ask you again, do you know something I don’t?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

Bucky gave in with a sigh and turned to face you.

“Heartbeats.” Is all he said.

“You mean our heartbeats?” You asked.

“Not ours. An unborn baby’s heartbeat.” He says.

“What do you mean an unborn baby’s heartbeat? I’m not-” You stopped to think for a moment. “I’m not pregnant. Am I?” You say, more to yourself.

You kept thinking. You haven’t gotten your period in two months and most of your favorite foods and drinks make you nauseous. Some of your clothes don’t fit you like they used to. Your mind started to wander to the time you and Bucky had sex. That was two months ago as well. You two got drunk on Asgardian alcohol Thor gave you guys and neither of you thought to use a condom when you guys had sex. As you were putting the pieces together, it was beginning to make sense.

“Maybe I am pregnant.” That’s when your eyes widen in realization. “Oh my god.” You whispered. “I’ve been taking a lot of hits during this mission. What if- What if I did something to hurt the baby?” You say, looking at Bucky with tears in your eyes.

“Hey, don’t go there.” Bucky cooes, wrapping his arms around you. “You didn’t know, doll. I’m sure the baby is fine.” He says softly, rubbing your back to calm you down.

Bucky stood in the kitchen, holding you in his arms till you said something.

“How can we raise a baby together if we don’t get along?” You asked, looking up at him.

“We’ll figure something out.” He says, moving a piece of your hair from your face.

“What about the mission? I obviously can’t finish this mission in the condition I’m in.” You say.

“We’ll call Steve later and figure something out. As of right now, let’s get you comfortable.” He says.

Bucky lead you to his bedroom. You got underneath the blanket while Bucky stared at your stomach for a moment.

“Can I listen to the heartbeat?” Bucky asks.

“Of course you can. It’s your baby too.” You say with a smile.

You took the blanket off of you and moved your t-shirt just above your stomach. Bucky’s eyes filled with adoration when he seen your baby bump beginning to form. He laid down on the bed next to you and pressed his ear against your stomach, smiling when he heard the baby’s heartbeat.

“What’s it like?” You asked curiously.

“It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.” Bucky says, completely astonished.

You couldn’t help but reach a hand down, running your fingers through his hair. Bucky hummed at the feeling.

“You know…” Bucky starts. “I’ve always wanted a daughter. That was in the 40s and I still want that now.” He tells you.

“Wanna know something?” You asked. “I’ve always wanted a daughter too.” You say with a smile.

A smile grew on his face. What Bucky did next surprised both of you. He leaned up and kissed you passionately.

“Sorry.” He mumbles, pulling away.

“No need to be sorry. I’m pregnant with your baby. You get to kiss me all you want.” You say, cupping his scruffy cheeks and rubbed your thumbs over his beard.

“Well, in that case…” Bucky kissed you again. “A kiss for my doll and…” He moves down to your stomach. “A kiss for our little one.” He says, kissing your stomach.

“You really think we can work this out?” You asked.

“For the sake of the baby, I hope we can.” He says, lying down next to you.

Bucky wrapped his arms around you protectively and pulled you closer to him, placing one of his hands on your stomach. You and Bucky spent the rest of the day cuddling and talking out your differences so you two can raise this baby together.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

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buckyalpine · 8 months

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Buttercup

Bucky x Reader

Childhood friends to lovers. Thought of this randomly and I thought it was so cute because imagine chubby baby Bucky in love with his cute little neighbor. Imagine this little boy with his messy mop of brown hair on his head, rosy cheeks, blushing over his friend who he adores so much. He toddles over to her porch, excited over the very important game of hide and seek they had planned for the day.

Y/n, y/l/n, or Buttercup according to him is his favorite person in the whole world besides Stevie. He loves Steve, he knows he does, but Buttercup is different. He gets these little butterflies in that chubby belly of his whenever they play together. He's usually a rambunctious devil but not at all with her. If she wants a tea party, he'll sit with her on her yard with a picnic mat spread out, always sneaking a few cookies from the jar for them to share.

She really likes the swing that hangs on the branch of the tree in front of his house. He'll push her with all his might till she squeals with laughter; a big toothy grin on his face when she says faster Bucky. When she trips over and scrapes her knee, he's dashing to his house to find a band aid, blowing on the cut just like his ma does when he hurts himself, he's so careful with his shaky little hands.

"Tank you Bucky" You say between a sniffle, kissing his cheek without thinking, the both of you innocently blinking at each other before running off and playing again. All Bucky knows is that he wants Buttercup by his side for his whole entire life.

So imagine his joy when he finds out its a possibility.

He's in his nicest buttoned shirt, tucked into his dress pants and polished shoes, hair combed over to the side. He kicks his legs while sitting with his mother, father and sisters, watching one of their family friends recite their vows at the altar. Winnifred already had to place her hand on his leg twice to keep him still, warning him that he had to behave at weddings since it was an important day.

"Why are they getting married?" He asks, wondering what the big deal was if they were in church on a Saturday.

"Because they care about each other Jamie, they'll be happy together forever" She whispers, pulling her squirmy little one onto her lap so he can see better.

“Can me and y/n get married mama?” He asks with large innocent eyes, hopeful she’ll say yes.

“You wanna marry y/n, huh?” She coos, brushing back the strands of soft hair that cover his forehead. “Y’know you’ll have to take care of her baby”

“I know” He nods with confidence, of course he'd always take care of his Buttercup.

“And you’ll have to work real hard" Again he nods, just waiting for her to say yes, maybe he can get married tomorrow! "You gotta love her with all your heart"

"I do mama, I do!"

"Then one day baby boy, one day you can marry her"

"But I wanna marry her now!" Bucky doesn't understand what the issue was, he knew he loved his Buttercup right then and there, why did he have to wait?

"Just wait a little while okay? My sweet little boy" Winifred laughed at her baby's fallen face, kissing his flushed cheek. "Before you know it, it'll be your turn"

Patience wasn't Bucky's strong suit but if it meant he'd be with you, he'd wait as long as he had to. He sat on the soft grass with you under the shade of a tree, sipping on a cup of lemonade your mom had brought out for you both.

“I wanna marry you” he pouts, "But mama says I have to wait and dad said I gotta ask p'mission first"

"Then we can be best f'wends forever?" You ask excitedly and he grins in response.

"F'wends forever"

"You promise?"

"I promise"

Now I thought about stopping this fic here but....

Some may have thought that eventually his puppy love lose its fire but no. His crush doesn't ever die down. Not when he nicks a flower from his mothers prized garden when you turn 5. Not when he gives you his favorite brown bear for Christmas. Not when he saves up all his allowance to buy you your first porcelain doll for your 10th birthday. It just grows and grow until he stands before you, wiping the tear that slips down your cheek when he comes to say good bye before going off to the army.

“One day m’gonna marry you doll" He whispers, doing his best to blink back his own tears while you sniffle against his chest.

"You promise?" You ask him with the same innocent doe eyes you had when you were little,

"I promise" He hugs you tighter, not wanting to let you go, the both of you spending the afternoon under the same shady tree. His mothers ring is kept safely in a box, tucked away in his room. He'd spoken to your father in private as soon as you'd both turned 18, not wanting to waste a second. All he had to do was return, safe and sound to his Buttercup.

Bucky goes through hell, sees the worst things imaginable, some days he struggles to keep his eyes open, cuts and wounds littering his battered body. However, when he closes his eyes and thinks about her smile, the way he'd get butterflies when she giggles, he knows he has to survive and come home. It doesn't matter how hard it is to keep going now because one day it'll all be worth it.

Which is why he practically runs home once the war is over, zipping in and out of his house and up to the porch next door, panting with flushed cheeks. He hears shuffling on the other side, his heart beating erratically while clutching onto the ring, the knob clicking open.

"Buttercup?"

"Jamie!" You gasp, tears running down your face in no time as you throw your arms around him, your feet lifting off the ground as he spins you. "You're back!"

"I promised you doll" He presses his forehead against yours before sinking down on one knee, smiling up at you while you choke back a sob, his hand holding onto yours.

"Buttercup, will you-

"Yes, Jamie yes!!" You nod frantically, while he happily slips the ring onto your finger before kissing you deeply, only pulling away to breathe. He doesn't give you long, pulling you back for more, his tongue laced with yours, unbothered that you're both on the porch, most of the neighbor watching quietly with steamy eyes.

Honestly, imagine how emotional everyone would be seeing the handsome soldier with his beautiful sweet bride up at the altar, going rom little babies to children to two souls that were meant to be together from the start. So cute.

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marvelouslizzie · 10 months

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You're Stuck with Me - Co-written with @notafunkiller

Summary: When you find out your boyfriend's cheating on you with his best friend, you immediately tell Bucky Barnes about the affair and propose revenge sex.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 6.9K

Warnings: 18+ smut, cheating, revenge fuck, language, oral sex (female receiving), protected and unprotected sex, praise and degradation mix, pet names, teasing, no mention of y/n

A/n: We are getting a little out of our comfort zone with this story. I hope you will enjoy it.

Please give my lovely co-writer @notafunkiller a follow. She's an amazing writer. You should definitely check her Bucky Barnes stories.

All work is ours, please do not repost or translate without our permission.

Every like, comment, and reblog is highly appreciated. Don’t hesitate to message us. Unless it’s hate. That’s never welcome.

"Are you sure?" Bucky asks, finishing your bottle of sparkling water. "I don't want you to cry and regret it after."

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” You sound so confident that even you are surprised. “It’s just sex.”

"Just sex." He repeats with his eyebrows raised. "You never seemed to me like the type of girl who would go for just sex, doll."

“Maybe you should’ve paid a little more attention. You would’ve realized you might have the wrong kind of impression.”

"Oh, really?" He leans in amused. "Big words."

“They're not. You just aren’t used to talking to me.”

"You're telling me you're not a commitment girl?" He presses the matter, not believing you even a little. You two might not be friends, but he figured out what type of person you are.

“I’m just saying I won’t regret having sex with you. The rest is your assumption.”

His gaze immediately drops to your chest. "You trust my skills that much?"

You roll your eyes. “Do you have to be this arrogant all the time?”

"Do you have to be a brat all the time?" He doesn't wait for your response, though, as he continues. "Oh wait, you can't help it. Totally in your nature."

“So women who don't stroke your ego are brats? Maybe I just don’t care that much about you. Did you consider that?” There’s a hint of anger in your voice but nothing more. He always manages to challenge you and push your buttons. “Maybe you aren’t the only one who didn’t like those double dates. Get off your high horse.” You add without missing a beat. You realized how bored and uninterested he was then. No matter what topic you were bringing up, he wasn’t open. That’s one of the reasons why you believe he thinks he’s better than anyone.

"Fuck." He shakes his head. "You and that mouth of yours. Do you see me going around and calling women brats?” He doesn’t wait for you to answer. “Those dates were absolutely horrible. Your little boy toy is the biggest loser I've ever met."

“You seem like a guy who would do that. You are not? Ops, wrong assumption I guess.” You make a fake I am sorry face. “He’s not my boy toy but I agree, he’s a big loser.”

He smiles when you finish your sentence, so satisfied. "Why do you enjoy pushing me so much? Does it turn you on?"

“How am I pushing you? Do you think this is pushing?” You don’t budge.

"What is it then?"

“I know you don’t like me and I am just giving you back that same energy.” You tell him the truth. That’s what you always do: you give the same energy people give you. If they are kind, you are kinder. If they are assholes, you are a bigger asshole.

Bucky snorts, running a hand through his hair. "Where was this attitude hidden around him?"

You breathe out loudly, not hiding how bored you are. “Are we gonna talk all night or are we gonna do this?”

He smiles in a way you never saw him smile before he leans in even more, invading your space. "It's been that long, huh?"

You make a face. “You can’t tell me sex with her was great. I saw their little sex tapes.” You can’t deny what he’s just said, but you can deflect.

He gives you the most surprised face. "What?"

“You heard me. If it had been a while for me, then it must have been even longer for you.”

"Indeed." His voice doesn't betray any emotion.

“Then stop belittling me. We both have been having bad sex and we both got cheated on. You aren’t better than me.”

"When did I say that, woman?"

“You always act like you are better than everyone.”

"That's just your assumption." He paraphrases you with the biggest smile on his face

“Prove me wrong then.”

And he does, looking at you for a couple of seconds. When you don't move, he finally grabs you by your chin and kisses you. He's not hesitant or testing, he's literally trying to claim your mouth as he wants to deepen the kiss by licking your bottom lip. When you finally give him access, his hand goes to the back of your neck, the contrast between his soft touch and his passionate way of kissing making you moan.

"Your mouth…"

“What about it?” You ask while still looking at his lips.

He kisses you again, like he's starved, his hand pulling your hair a little more. He tastes like some fresh toothpaste and a little chocolate.

"So sweet, yet so bratty."

“Do you have a thing for brats for something?” You pull him by his collar and kiss him again. He might be an asshole, but he knows how to kiss.

"Maybe just for a special brat."

“What does that mean?” You stop and look into his eyes.

He lets go of your hair and lowers his hands to your waist. "Tell me to stop and I will. Tap me anywhere if you can't talk and I'll stop. Get it?"

“Yeah. Same goes for you. Any lines you don’t wanna cross?”

"Just don't call me by someone else's name." He sighs.

“Fine by me. Don’t use any pet names you used for your ex.”

"I wouldn’t dream of it. What else?" He smirks.

“No degrading.”

"So no my little whore?”

“That doesn’t sound like degrading to me but another rule: Don’t say things you don’t mean. I don’t like that heat-of-the-moment bullshit.”

He seems to like your rules. "God, how did you date that asshole for 5 months?"

“I was just giving that so-called nice guy a chance and it got me here. How did you date that bitch for 8 months?”

"Woah. Bitch? Never heard you referring to a woman like this."

“I never liked her.” You shrug. And she cheated on him. So why not?

"Why?"

“I don’t know. I always thought she was full of herself. Always looking down at people.”

"Like me." He stares at you. "I understand."

“Not like that. She always talks badly about people. Most of the time, behind their backs. She always looks for a way to steal the spotlight. I actually wondered what you saw in her.”

"I won't talk about a woman badly, especially my ex, but I guess we just want to give people a chance."

“That woman cheated on you. With someone she called her best friend after you two decided to move in together. Maybe longer. But sure, make me feel bad about calling her a bitch.”

Bucky seems to think about it for a few seconds. You appreciate his non-talking shit about my ex policy, but in this case? Not deserved. They cheated on you for months. They could have chosen to break up, but they didn't want that. They pretended they are just friends, proposed double dates, lied and hid, and made promises. Your relationships weren't working perfectly well, your sex lives seem very shitty and probably there were signs about this affair, but you cannot blame yourself or Bucky for not seeing them. You deserved the truth. You just can't believe you two are actually in this situation. Giving the wrong people a chance… never again for sure.

"You're right. This is such a fucking shitty thing. I mean, at least fucking break up with me. God, we kissed them, fucked them after they were with each other." He makes a disgusted face.

“So we practically fucked each other already, you know?” You make a joke, trying to change the mood a little. It really is fucked up.

"They didn't see us having sex though." He shakes his head. "They managed to make the lamest sex tapes in history."

“Yeah, I am still traumatized by her fake moans.”

"Fake?" He snorts.

“Yeah, I know how sex is with him. No way those moans are real.”

"Maybe they are. Maybe she enjoys it. She likes him so much they decided this fucking shitty sex is worth it." He leans in and kisses you again suddenly and you don't understand if he's angry because he regrets being with her and getting cheated on or he regrets being betrayed because he wants her so much. You know they fought a lot from your soon-to-be ex, but 8 months are something after all.

You kiss him back nonetheless, enjoying the way his lips and tongue feel. You don't remember the last time you've been kissed this good. If you've ever been with someone like this… he's basically eating you with his mouth.

“It won’t take long for her to regret it. Talking from experience,” you say while kissing him back. You wanna know if he wants her back or not. Not that it matters. You are just curious. Maybe he wants to make her jealous.

"What she wants doesn't matter anymore, doll." He strokes your hair when he stops kissing you so you can take a deep breath. "You called me arrogant, right?"

“Yeah?” You answer hesitantly.

"Do arrogant people ever let themselves be humiliated?" He pauses. "I don't want something like this. Someone like this. I have absolutely no desire to keep a person who does this. I am a patient person, I try to work things out, but this? Never in a fucking million years. Nothing about this relationship was right, I suppose. What about you?"

“I don’t care about him anymore.” Your response comes immediately. You were completely done with him the moment you found out about their affair. There’s no turning back. It was like a switch. That’s why you are here with Bucky. “I tried so hard to make it work, thinking relationships are hard and we gotta put some effort to make it work. All bullshit. I’m done with him. I’m done with lowering my standards. Done with 5-minute sex, and ‘you turn me on so much, I can’t help it’ excuses. There’s no going back for me.”

You see his little smirk and can't help but touch his face. He is really one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen.

"I never liked him, and you know it. That small dick energy is unbearable. I think he'd have a heart attack if he even heard us. Can you imagine?"

“I… actually can.” You can envision how that would hurt him and his insufferable ego. “God, she would hate me so much.” You smile.

"Oh, she would. She's always been jealous of you anyway."

“And he hates that you don’t even have to be nice to make people like you. Now he would have an extra reason.”

"Fuck, doll." You feel his thumb on your neck and you shiver. "I'm gonna sound crazy, but wouldn't make you feel satisfied if indeed they heard us?"

You blink, trying to understand his offer. That actually would actually give you pleasure… knowing that he suffers just like you did. You also notice the pet name he uses. You never heard him use it with his (ex) girlfriend, so he’s keeping his promise. “I’d… really like that.”

"Yeah?" He leaves a kiss on the corner of your mouth. "A voice message?"

“Sounds better than actually calling.” You turn your face a little and kiss him on the lips.

"Look at you, you ignored me for months." He bites your bottom lip lightly.

“It wasn’t like you were friendly.”

Does he even hear you?

He takes you in his arms. "Bedroom?"

“Bedroom.” You wrap your legs around his torso in agreement as he leads the way.

"Left?"

“Yeah, hurry up.”

He opens the door with his elbow, then doesn't bother to close it as he lets you down. His hands find your blouse and you hear the ripping sound before you can raise your arms.

You’re surprised but not bothered. Truth be told, you find that very hot. But you still unclip your bra.

“Fucking hell.” He manages to whisper before he leans in and grabs your breasts, his tongue licking all the way down from your neck to your nipple.

You tug on his T-shirt and try to take it off while he’s busy exploring your body.

"You hid these from me."

“Not specifically from you. Move your hands up so I can take this off.”

"From who then?" He frowns and lets go for a second so you can take it off.

“From everyone, of course.”

"God, I wanna come all over them. So pretty.”

“Maybe you should make a mental list. Come on her tits. Come inside her mouth. Come inside her pussy.”

His eyes glow, and you giggle. "Who said I didn't?"

“You did?” You sound impressed. “Wanna share?”

"Wanna share my come? Sure." His fingers find your zipper and you gasp when he takes your pants off from one try.

“Oh, you are filthier than I thought.” You say to cover your surprise.

"You thought about how filthy I am?"

“You think I didn’t consider how this would be before offering a revenge fuck?”

"When?" He takes ahold of your underwear, and you're unsure if he wants to rip it off or simply take it off.

“I just told you.”

"I thought…" He blushes, realizing he misunderstood. It's an asshole move to assume that while you were with that prick, the thought of him like this has even passed your mind. "Forget it."

“No, no, tell me.” You pull him closer by his belt. “Let’s get rid of these.”

"Did you ever think about me before today?" He helps you take off his pants while finally getting rid of your panties.

“What if I did? Does it make me a terrible person?”

"Terrible." He nods, letting the pieces of your underwear drop on the floor along with his boxers and pants before he steps out of them. "So terrible." He kisses you, his hands on your hips, bringing you closer to his cock. You didn't even have proper time to look at him. "The worst."

“I knew it.” You play along. “What about you?”

"I thought about this mouth a lot."

“Just my mouth?” You nudge him by moving your hips up.

"Thought about fucking you in the bathroom."

“When?” Did he really want to fuck you before? He never looked at you twice or at least that’s what you thought.

"A few weeks ago… we… the office. You were with your little group. They were smoking and you wore that fucking lipstick that just blew my mind away. I didn't intend to. You didn't even notice me." He kisses you again but doesn't deepen it.

Everything he said takes you by surprise. You didn’t think that he ever paid attention to you, let alone notice your lipstick and get turned on by it.

“I noticed you, but I thought you were bored. You had a grumpy look on your face most of the time. I liked your blue shirt, though. It makes your eyes pop.”

He moans. Is it so easy to make him moan? you wonder.

"I'm always grumpy and arrogant, of course."

“You don’t seem that grumpy and arrogant right now.” You gently bite his neck and then soothe the spot with your tongue.

"Fucking hell, woman." You feel him grabbing your ass. "Tell me you have a condom."

“In that drawer.” You point to it casually. “But just so you know, I’m on the pills.”

He nods, contemplating for a little while before helping you get on bed and taking a condom from your nightstand.

You don’t question why he chooses to reach for it, yet you can’t help but wonder how it would be like to feel him without any barrier. Your mouth waters at the sight of his naked body.

Maybe, maybe you should let him fuck your mouth, too. Why not?

He quickly puts the condom on and before he can climb on bed, he looks at you. "What you said earlier about the voice message, do you still stand by it?"

You realize you actually forgot about them or why you are doing this for a second. “Yeah. I want them to suffer.”

"Good." He takes his pants from the floor and finds his phone quickly. You didn't even realize he had it when you undressed him.

“So what are we doing exactly? Recording a small part and sending it?”

"Ihm." He nods. "Want that asshole to hear what your real moans sound like." He finally sits on the bed and you spread your legs further apart.

“Only my moans?” You ask while he positions himself.

"No video," he says immediately, and you giggle. That wasn’t your question, but it’s okay. You wonder if he’s being possessive with you already or it's something else.

“I meant what about your moans.”

He smiles. "Yeah, of course, but I'm not a loud person." He drops the phone close to your shoulder. "You, on the other hand… I bet you're a fucking screamer."

“I guess we'll find out. Is it recording already?”

"No, uhm, can you… The code is 0478."

“Let’s start and then we can record when it gets really loud.” You try to sound normal, but you are surprised he's just told you his passcode.

"You sure? We can trim it. I don't want to interrupt you."

"Don't worry. I'm good at multitasking." You give him a smile. "But if you wanna record the whole thing, so you can get off to it later, just say that." You can’t help but tease him a little.

"No, no, it's alright. I just want you to feel good, okay?" He smiles, his hands making their way to your thighs.

"Oh, I will. Don't worry about that." You pull him closer by wrapping your legs around his body. As he pushes inside, you start to forget what you were talking about before.

"Oh, fuck me." He groans when he sees the shape of your mouth. Such a perfect O. You feel so good and he's not even halfway inside you. "You're so wet."

"I can do that." You cheekily respond. "But we would need to change the position." You ignore his second comment.

He kisses you as if he needs to taste you again to be able to breathe, his tongue quickly finding yours once you open your mouth. Your hand gets into his hair at the same time he properly gets inside you.

You moan at the fullness. You haven't felt this stretched for so long, but it doesn't hurt. It just makes you crave more.

"Such a brat when you only needed a good cock." You know he's intentionally teasing you, so you try to find a good response.

"We'll see how good it is."

"Brat." He repeats again and moves his hands to your breast. His thrusts are not constant as he tries to test what you like.

"Put your mouth on them already." You know he wants to. He has been looking at them since he stepped inside your apartment. And you want him to do it, too. The thought itself makes you moan.

"Are you ordering me?"

"Depends. Yes, if you like that. No, if you don't."

He takes a handful of your breast in his mouth in response, not only your nipple, his thrusts getting slower, but a little deeper at the same time. The sound of his tongue licking on your skin makes you close your eyes.

The way he sucks your nipple makes you think he likes taking orders. What a great turn of events, you think.

He switches to the other one quickly, giving it the same treatment, while keeping the pace.

"Do you like it?"

“Yeah, yeah.” You quickly respond. “I love it.”

"Faster?"

“Yep, faster.” You gently push his head onto your breast again, loving the double stimulation.

He moans excitedly as he resumes licking and playing with your breasts, carefully trying to leave a hickey around your nipple. "These are mine now."

He doesn’t mean that, does he? Must be the heat of the moment, but you agreed on not doing that. So you decide to remind him. “Don’t say things you don’t actually mean, remember?”

"I didn't forget, brat. Did you?"

He bites on your nipple, gently, but you still feel it.

“So you actually mean that?” You really want to know, so you ignore the fact that he called you a brat again.

"Mean what?" He leaves a kiss on your nipple to soothe any possible pain. "That these are mine?"

“Yeah.” You sound impatient. Why is he acting clueless now?

"They are, they belong to me. So does your bratty mouth." He kisses you shortly.

You can’t deny how his words turn you on even more.

"I imagined fucking you in a bathroom that day at the office." He groans. "So terrible of me, right? Imagining you with come dripping out of you, down to your thighs as you go back to work. Months of petty silence solved."

“If I'd known my silence bothered you that much, I would have been even more silent until it drove you crazy enough to do something about it.” You move your hips up to match his rhythm. “I just thought you just preferred not speaking to me because you didn’t like me.”

"I would have screwed everything up and fucked you, you understand?" He looks you in the eye, making it clear he is honest. "I would have become a horrible person, but not even that thought would have made me reconsider."

“Yet you didn’t do anything, did you? You never acted on it. You were just a grumpy man with terrible thoughts.” You just want him to know he’s not a horrible person, yet you can’t help but tease him a little at the same time.

"And you just needed the cock of that grumpy man with terrible thoughts, huh?" His thrusts are so much faster now. You wonder: how the fuck does he expect you to answer?

All you can do is whine and moan because somehow he manages to hit all the right places.

"My little cock whore." He groans. "Mine, okay? Just like I am yours."

“Jesus fucking Christ.” You can’t help but react. You find it so hot you can barely stay still. The way he talks during sex… They would really die if they heard you two. That makes you remember… You were supposed to hit the record button.

"Just Bucky. Or James."

“Where the fuck is your phone, Bucky?” You ask while trying to find it without actually looking.

He's confused for a split second, but then he remembers what you agreed on. "To your right."

You finally find the phone and unlock it quickly before dropping it without any care as soon as it starts to record.

"Oh, doll, you're too wet for me. So good." The sound of your skin slapping and the whimpers are so loud. You can’t contain yourself even if you try.

“Faster, please,” you say without thinking. It feels like you are already close. You don’t care if you have to beg for it.

"So greedy." He cries out when he feels your hands on his ass, pulling him deeper inside you.

“Fuckk. That feels good!” You moan loudly and arch your back.

"Holy shit."

He suddenly stops, making you open your eyes and giving him an accusatory look, but then you notice the phone in his hands. Oh, you forgot about it for a second and you have no idea why.

"Are you sending it?"

"Ihm." He doesn't just lock his phone after he is done. He freaking turns it off, surprising you. “I don’t want any interruptions. Want to fuck you in peace.”

You just pull him into another kiss, more passionate this time. You feel his right hand on your tummy, tickling you a little, before stopping down, above your clit.

“You close?” You ask him to make sure because you surely are.

"I'm trying not to come," he says honestly.

“Oh, you can. I’m close, too. I just need it a little faster.” His hand on your clit already makes you realize it won’t take much for you to fall apart.

He pulls back, taking his cock almost completely out, and the emptiness makes you whine. Then he thrusts with full force, making you moan so loudly that you can’t recognize your own voice.

"Fuck, look at you. And those sounds…" He brings his thumb to your lips. "Come on, be a good girl and show me how your pretty little mouth would take my cock. The one that's inside your pussy right now, ready to come for you."

“Such a filthy mouth.” You say while moaning. “Come with me so I can take that cock inside my mouth and show you what it can do.”

"God, come, baby. Please come." He is begging you at this point. His voice is so desperate and soft.

His neediness, the way he says those words finally pushes you off the edge.

“Oh god.” You try to breathe as the orgasm takes over your body, making you shake. Your mouth opens, letting out the most unfiltered moan you've ever heard from yourself. It is pure pleasure with no thoughts, no worries. Your heart and your head are on fire, begging for more. You want this feeling to last as long as possible.

He comes shortly after you, but you don't realize it until you hear his loud groan vibrating against your chest. His hips and ass cheeks are trembling under your touch as he seems lost in his world for a few seconds. You run your fingers through his hair, waiting for him to come down from his high.

“Oh god, baby." You feel his breath on your wet skin and you sigh. "Can I live here forever?"

“That good?” You can’t help but ask. He can feel your smile without looking at you.

He looks up. "Ihm. What about you?"

“Wanna get your ego stroked?” You ask genuinely. “Promise that you’re not gonna use it against me.”

He kisses your throat. "I don't make such promises, woman."

“Then you won’t get to hear it.” You expose your throat more while talking.

"What if I eat the truth out of you?"

“Eat the truth out of me?”

"Ihm. You know… when you're under sex spell, you become truthful."

“You are welcome to try.” There’s no way you are gonna turn down another orgasm like this one.

"Perfect." He leaves another kiss on the valley between your breasts and sighs. "Have to take this off first," he says, taking his cock out with a small hiss before standing up near the bed, watching you. "Where can I throw this away?"

“There’s a trashcan in the bathroom.” You point at it while getting more comfortable on the bed.

"Be right back."

You feel something cold on your back and realize it’s his phone. You put it on the nightstand, thinking about how he turned his phone off in the middle of the sex. You make a mental note to ask him to send you that voice message later, so you can remember how good the sex felt.

He comes back with your small semi-wet towel and watches you carefully. "Look, I meant what I said about eating the truth out of you, but only if you are okay with it. I won't ask again. I could always just leave, you know? No big deal." But you can see in his face it would be a big deal. Maybe he likes your company. The sex is amazing.

“Do you wanna leave, Bucky?” You already know his answer.

"No, I don't."

“Then come here and do whatever you wanna do.”

He doesn't need to be told twice. You watch him drop to his knees and, at the same time, drag you closer to the edge of the bed as quickly as he can. You let out a surprised gasp, but it turns into a whole moan when he lifts your legs on his shoulders and starts licking you from your entrance to your clit.

“Fuck, you weren’t joking.”

He acknowledges your words by playing with his tongue around your clit. You move your hips slowly, up and down, just to create a little more friction. Your greed grows while you watch him eagerly lick every bit of your pussy.

You don't expect to feel his fingers at your entrance all of the sudden as you're focused on his tongue. And you especially don't expect him to curl two of his fingers and get them inside you at once. No warnings.

“Oh fuck, yes!” You find yourself grabbing his hair, just needing something to hold on to.

And he moans, buckling his hips in the air at the slight pain. The pace of his fingers matches his tongue, but it's not enough.

“Add the third finger.” You sound desperately close.

He is surprised, you can sense it, but he quickly does what you say, his tongue eagerly toying with your clit faster than before.

“I’m so close!” You warn.

He stops licking for a little and you try to move your hips to meet his mouth. What the fuck is he doing? No time for edging.

"What were you gonna say, doll? What did you think it would stroke my ego?"

“What?” You raise on your elbows, looking like a mess. “Really?”

"If you want my tongue, you give me an answer."

“You are unbelievable!” You sound so betrayed.

"I warned you not to cry, doll."

You really want to keep that thought to yourself, but the ache between your legs doesn’t care about your pride. “I can’t believe you are doing this right now.”

He gives you a small smile, and you see him leaning in again. You think you won, getting more comfortable, ready to come soon, but he only licks you twice, teasingly, and lets your clit go.

"Do what?"

You whine loudly. The feeling of his tongue lingers on your clit. “You wanna play dirty?” Maybe you can’t win this fight, but it doesn’t mean you can’t win others. “Fine.” You sit up a little, looking into his eyes. “It was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Happy now?”

"Delighted. Now was it so hard? You get a reward for being my good and honest girl."

“Yeah, whatever.” You roll your eyes.

"Fucking brat," you hear him whisper right before his tongue finds your clit again, finally licking it in circles properly. He starts to move his fingers, too, and even though they are obviously not even close to the thickness of his cock, they feel incredible.

But you are too annoyed now, at the same time. A part of you just wants to hold back and not give him the pleasure of hearing you come. So he tries harder. You hear him whimpering as he takes your clit into his mouth, sucking on it. And you swallow a moan while your legs are trembling.

"Come on, baby." His fingers move faster, too. "Let it go."

Your whole body starts to shake uncontrollably, but you keep your moans to yourself, pressing your lips together tightly just out of spite. You can see he hates it, but he doesn't stop until you finish coming. And it feels amazing, but you are sure it would have been even better if you had let yourself enjoy it freely.

He sighs into your clit and leaves a kiss there before he stands up. "You're mad."

“No shit, Sherlock.”

"Ah, doll. Nothing can tame that mouth."

“More like actions and consequences. I wasn’t ready to share that, but you forced me to say it for an orgasm, so that’s what you get. An orgasm. Nothing more, nothing less.”

"Forced?" His face shows concern as he sits next to you. "That wasn’t my intention. The last thing I want is to make you feel trapped.” He seems like he’s confused. He looks around and meets your gaze again. “Do you want me to leave?"

“If you wanna leave, just leave, but if that wasn’t really your intention, you can start with apologizing.”

"I am sorry," he immediately says, taking your hands into his. "I was just trying to… be silly I guess."

“You wanted your ego stroked, I get it. We both need it after what happened, but… I don’t know. I just felt exposed.”

"I'm sorry." He kisses your cheek. "I might be a grumpy arrogant son of a bitch, but forcing…"

You start to tear up, hearing him say sorry this quickly. Fucking relationship trauma.

"Oh god, baby, I am sorry, I didn't…" he tries to wipe your tears with his thumbs. "I'm a jackass, but I swear I wasn't trying to force you. I thought it was just a game. My bad."

“No, no. This is on me. Sorry.” You try to take a deep breath. “He just never said sorry no matter how hurt I was. He always had an excuse. This is just… trauma I guess.”

"What a fucking douchebag. I can fuck him up really good, you know?" He suggests. "Just say the words."

“He’s probably already fucked up by the fact that we are fucking.” That thought cheers you up a little.

"His face deserves it, too." Bucky puffs and kisses your wet cheeks. "To be honest, this whole should I leave question comes from my relationship trauma, too. So you’re not alone. She either wanted me to leave or she left every fucking time we disagreed on something. She once threw my shoes out of the window just so I'd go. I don't know why we kept trying…"

“Oh.” You finally understand why he keeps offering to leave. It isn't about you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I thought you were just trying to get out when things get hard.”

"Don't be sorry. I prefer to talk on the spot, to be honest. Letting everything out is healthier. Don't "

“Or take a break whenever it’s needed. Doesn’t mean you have to leave though.”

"Yeah! Exactly."

You laugh a little. You never realized how similar you two are. Today is changing your perspective completely. “Your apology is accepted by the way, but under one condition.”

"What is that?'

“Tell me something about yourself that you don’t want me to know.”

He thinks for a second. "My breath smells like death in the morning. I can make your plants die if you let me."

You shake your head, amused. “That’s not good enough. Everyone’s breath smells bad in the morning.”

"What do you wanna know then?"

“Something on the same level of having your best orgasm.”

"I think you broke me."

“What?”

"You broke me." He repeats as if that is an explanation.

“In what way?”

He kisses you just as desperately as he did in the kitchen, as if this is the first time he kisses you and he can't ever get enough. "I want you for more than one time, do you understand?"

“Oh. Well… That can be arranged.”

"Yeah?" He drags you by your hips, placing you on top of his thighs.

“I would actually like that.”

He kisses you some more, letting his hands wander all over your body, stopping especially on your neck and breasts.

"You like it rough, don't you? Not complaining about me ripping your clothes off, loving the bites." He pulls your hair, just to prove his point in case you deny. You moan.

“Yeah, apparently you like it rough, too.” You don’t deny. Why would you?

"Of course I do, brat." He then turns you around suddenly. "All fours, please."

“Since you asked so nicely,” You stop for the dramatic effect and say as sarcastically as possible: “Boss.”

"Wanna make me your boss?"

“You are already acting like one.” You stand on all fours, pushing your ass back while lowering your head.

"Fuck! You're such a sight, you know?" Bucky's eyes don't leave your body.

“Am I?”

"I wanna look at you like this all day long."

You look at him amused. “I’m afraid I don’t have that much patience.”

You notice him shaking his head. "Of course."

“It’s rude to make me wait like this, you know?”

"Sorry, just wanted to remember this." Bucky feels a little bad for the thoughts he has. He mentally took a picture of you cause he can't ask this from you, right? You're not a couple, and even if you were, it doesn't mean exchanging or keeping photos like this would be okay.

His hips touch your ass as he positions himself at your entrance. "Any limits that come to your mind? I won't ask again."

“We already decided on the rules. I don’t think there’s anything besides them.”

"I'm not gonna hold back this time." Not completely… he grabs a handful of your hair as he thrusts inside you. "I'm gonna pound the fuck out of you and you're gonna take it like a good little girl, understand?"

“I understand. You won’t stop until I say stop.”

"Jesus Christ." He moans halfway inside you at the feel of your extra wet pussy. He feels out of breath just by standing still. "How…"

“Oh, fuck.” You nearly choke. It feels unbelievably good. This position is doing wonders.

"I didn't think-" he says, but at the same time doesn't move an inch. "Fuck, it feels too good, this pussy is driving me crazy. You are driving me crazy." He grips your hair harder without warning and starts to thrusts properly inside you, making sure to squeeze your left breast with his free. The sounds of your wet skin slapping make him curse under his breath.

“You didn’t think what?” You sound out of breath already.

"I cannot fuck you with condoms again." Technically he can, but he doesn’t want to.

You smile widely. “Why is that?”

"Because I am completely fucked."

“You like it that much?”

"Like it?" He puffs, unamused, and starts to finally pound you the way he imagined a few weeks ago. Maybe even harder.

“Oh, fuck!” Yep, he’s right. You are fucked, too.

"You might need to fix me very often, you know?" He drops his hand from your hair just to properly grab your hips. You can barely keep your position like this, his thrusts are so deep.

“Fix you?”

"Yeah. Fix my cock." Oh, that’s what he means.

“We can fix each other then.”

"Ihm." He doesn't say much after this, too focused on kissing your back and keeping the pace at the same time. He's ready to come any minute.

“Harder, Bucky. Please!” You need to come. Really desperately.

"How much harder?" He thrusts a little harder. "More or like this?"

“As hard as you can.”

He doesn't disagree with you, but you know he's holding back even when he pushes harder. And harder. And harder.

"I'm gonna come," he manages to moan. "Fuck I'm gonna come inside you, gonna make a mess. Tell me you… t-tell me you want my come."

“I want your come, Bucky, please. p Please, come with me!” You are already shaking uncontrollably.

"Fuck." That's all you get from him before he's coming, his fingers digging so hard into your skin that you moan again, dizzy from your orgasm.

He keeps moving, making a mess, indeed. It’s already dripping out, you can feel it.

"I came so much." You hear him say suddenly through fogginess.

You smile, resting your head on the bed still, feeling unable to move.

"Not gonna say anything?"

“I died and went to heaven.” You murmur. The orgasm is still running through your veins, making you twitch here and there.

"I've been in heaven for a while."

You finally turn around and look at him. “It was so fucking good.”

"No words." He slowly gets out of you and you notice how happy he is, not taking his eyes off your pussy. "It's gonna start dripping… all over your thighs and sheets. What a nice mark." He even brings a finger to your entrance and pushes back some come.

“Do you have a breeding kink or something?” You smile while asking.

"A breeding kink?"

“Yeah, do you know what it is?”

"Something to do with my come inside you?" He teases. His confusion seems to fade away.

“Yeah, and getting me pregnant.”

He groans, closing his eyes.

“They do that pushing the come back inside thing most of the time.”

"I guess I have a breeding kink." He smiles, accepting it instantly, and finally closes the gap to kiss you. "You might not get rid of me now."

“I knew it!” You point at him with your finger. “I wasn’t gonna get rid of you anyways.”

"Wanna keep me as your boy toy?"

“You wanna be my boy toy?” Your whole face lights up.

"You look quite excited."

“I never had a boy toy before.”

"No?" He shakes his head. "Time to change that. And as your boy toy, I should always make sure you're having a good time." He surprises you by spreading your legs again.

“No, no, no, no. It’s my turn.”

Bucky shakes his head. "Need to get you clean, and then we can do whatever you want, alright?"

“You are really something else.” You sound amazed.

He smirks. "And you're stuck with me. You're all mine now."

You don't get to say anything anymore as you feel his tongue at your entrance. So you just grab his hair, closing your eyes, your exes long forgotten.

“And you are all mine.”

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We Met Again

Part 2 of When We Met since y’all asked so damn much! I just hope this one doesn't get censored too😅

Summary: You were on a 6-month-long mission with Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes only to come back to the compound and face Wanda.

Warnings: G!P reader, angst, making out, unprotected sex, ejaculation , soft sex turned rough, hair-pulling, breaking the bed (literally😂),

Word Count: 3,702

Prt 1 Here

"Welcome back Y/n, how was your little adventure with the boys?" Kate Bishop stood behind the bar making herself a pink alcoholic slush of some sort. You were covered in dirt and soot from head to toe. You just got off a mission with Sam and Bucky. You were in Egypt going about looking for a highly classified terrorist ring. Thankfully you got to them before they started their reign.

"Adventure my ass. I slept on the dirt while the boys slept in cozy beds like princesses. I tell you what I need is a shower and to take a well-deserved dirt nap in a real bed." You threw your weapons on the table halting at a chair and flinging off your boots. "I'll clean this shit up later Kat, I've been waiting for this." You turned to see Kate pouring herself a tall misshapen glass full of pink slush. "Sure thing Y/n, you and I are the only ones here I think. You want the rest?" She licked the side of her glass where she spilt. "Why not, might help me crash harder." You reached around Kate grabbing the whole blender. There was more than a mouthful left. You thought maybe it was strawberry daiquiri, so you thought nothing of it and chugged it. The first sip made you gag.

"Jesus Christ Bishop! Paloma? Really? What are you 40? You've been around Potts too long. Good lord.." You hated tequila, especially grapefruit. You polished it off not backing down leaving it on a table in the middle of the hallway. You knew there were empty beds not touched by any of the other Avengers. Basically new. It was funny really. Everything to you looked new but it was just the same as the last time you were down this hallway. Maybe it looked new because the last time you were here you were drunk with your pants around your ankles. Come to think of it. That table was new. You pivoted around noticing the table on further inspection. You saw a crack along the wall. Oh yeah, you remember. That was the spot. The spot where you and Wanda...

Yeah...Wanda...

You remember where her room was. You remember you crashed there after you both finished your fun in the hall. Curiosity killed the cat. You noticed the door was slightly cracked allowing light to shine through. But it was almost midnight, it wasn't natural light. It was from a light. Is she there? Did she forget to turn off the lights? Maybe. You pondered. Kate did say after all you two were the two here so it was bound she forgot. It's a common mistake.

You tip-toed over to her room letting your fingers creep through the part between the door and the wall slightly allowing the length of your fingers to pry the door a bit more. Your strength got the hold of you as it flung open. Wanda was sitting at the edge of her bed in her room, with her leg raised to lean her elbow on her knee, underneath her chin.

"Kate honey I told you for the third time today. We can drink and watch Sex and The City tomorrow. I don't feel up to it." She huffed watching the news. Her brows were furrowed, her eyes darting back and forth watching the live footage of whatever catastrophe happened. "So you're the one drinking Palomas huh?" You leaned in the door frame crossing your arms. You had to laugh. You never thought she was a cocktail girl. Though..you never thought she was the kind to give blowjobs either but you were surprised by both.

"Oh..it's you...no I don't drink that shit. She found Tony's recipe book for Pepper and his date nights and she's drinking like a fish...When did you come back to the States?" She was genuinely surprised to see me. Her leg fell from where it was prompted. Wanda stood up walking the length of her bedframe around to meet you.

You were shocked also. Maybe she wasn't showing yet? You swore you thought you'd come home and find her pregnant but unless she's super athletic or has it hidden she doesn't look like she's expecting.

"Ah 30 minutes ago. Um..stupid question.." You scratched your head looking down at Wanda then back up at her eyes. She laughed standing in front of you. Her hand reached to your cheek whipping the loose dirt from your undereye.

"Haha no! Unfortunately, I'm not pregnant. I don't know how. I always thought that first tries always work. I even helped you out a bit."

"Unfortunately? You wanted me to get you pregnant? Are you insane? You don't even know me and you want kids from me! I'm too young to have a family! Even with my powers...let alone, what gives you the right to choose for me!" You broke her hand away backing away. You had to leave or else there'll be bigger cracks in the wall.

"Y/n please, I never meant to hurt you. I just got confused that's all. You were so nice to me and after I lost Vis 2 times and lost my boys I just felt you comforted me. That's all." Wanda reached again grasping your bicep. You pulled away again this time hitting the wood casing around the frame with your elbow. The wood casing flew off behind you hitting the hallway floor.

"No! Don’t you dare touch me! All you cared about was yourself! Just because someone showed you comfort doesn't mean you let them cum inside you, Wanda! That's really fucked up! I'm sorry you lost your family but you can't just use me to play house!" You growled noticing your rage was becoming the better of you. Wanda through your eyes was becoming tiny. Her body language was making her small. Curling her fingers into the sleeves of her black cardigan, crossing her arm over to her elbow. She looked down at her bare feet letting out a shakey breath.

"I'm really sorry Y/n...I don't know what I was thinking. I've been so used to having people around me. That it feels weird to be by myself." Wanda's head was bowed letting her newly brown hair almost cover her head. A tiny tear ran down her blushed cheek wiping it away quickly.

All you saw was red. Not by Wanda's magic. But for some reason, you were enraged. How could you be this angry over something you fully did with Wanda 6 months ago? Maybe you do have a tiny bit of an anger problem. Little? In this case, that's an understatement.

You huffed feeling the hot pressure on your chest cool down to your stomach. You think seeing Wanda so visibly upset may have broken your cross attitude.

"Get used to it, Wanda." You had to storm off. If the conversation got any more heated; one of you was going to end up in a wall. And it was most likely going to be you. Maybe I'm just tired. Maybe if I get some sleep and a good shower I can speak to her more clearly.

You thought gliding to one of the newly furnished rooms.

Each room had its own bathroom. Tony is a playboy so obviously the bathroom was soundproof. The entire compound was all technology so a press of a button and the bedroom could be soundproof. You didn't need that tonight. You wished there was a switch to soundproof your head.

How could I snap like that? I haven't done that in years! What the hell was I thinking to begin with?! You felt like you could stand under the hot water for hours. It took two layers of body wash just to scrub away the dirt from your body and finally feel human. Maybe you were scrubbing off your anger with it in a sense. You had your little outbursts but this one almost made you black out. Your lofa scraped at your skin furiously, leaving little imprints everywhere. Your back flexed in the mirror examining your clean body. Your hips were women but your shoulders and torso were the shape of a man. You had average-sized breasts. They were nothing special, they were nice to look at but nothing that could turn any heads. Perhaps you could say they were bigger than average but you never noticed.

You got out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around your waistbone, as you inhaled walking to the foot of your bed your v-line showed every breath you took. You thought if someone was to walk in it would be less surprising seeing you topless instead of bottomless.

"Fuck...you got buff little one.." You gasped in fright hearing Wanda's quiet voice coming from the chair hidden next to the wall. Wanda's makeup was smeared all over her under her eyes. She was sniffling back what little tears she produced. She was crying heavily, using the sleeves of her cardigan. "What the fuck do you want now? Can't you see I'm busy? I'm not giving in to your mind games." You turned to face your back to her loosening the towel from your waist to dry your legs. You reached around putting on a pair of boxer briefs. You heard a creek come from the corner of your room knowing Wanda got up. Her bare feet were quiet on the hardwood but not quiet enough for you to hear.

"No mind games Y/n. I-I...wanted to apologize...you were right. I need to start learning how to be on my own. I deserve to be alone. I shouldn't have let you do those things to me." She held back a cry making her eyes gloss over.

"Hey, I didn't mean it like that. I was actually going to apologize to you. I don't know what came over me. I lost my temper too quickly. I haven't done that in years. I shouldn't have taken it out on you." Your hands lifted Wanda's chin to look at you, letting all of her hair fall back behind her shoulders. She looked like a baby raccoon. It was cute but you felt awful that she was crying because of you. "I'm so sorry Wanda." Wanda's hands placed around your hips, sliding herself closer to your body. You pulled her in deeper holding her close. Her head rested on your shoulder letting her finish her cries. Your hands caressed her skull, intertwining with her locs.

"It's okay..please, please stop crying. You're making me feel worse." You sat her down on the foot of the bed still massaging Wanda's head. She buried her face in your chest noticing her sobs being muffled into silent sniffles. One of your hands dropped placing it on her chest, directly on top of her heart. Her beats were rapid on the first touch, but once you dragged your fingertips along her skin she settled. Your other hand finally dropped rubbing her spine. She was frail in comparison to your body. Every muscle you flexed made it seem more apparent.

"Thank you," she sniffled, using her sleeve to wipe away her stained makeup. "Thank you very much Y/n. I feel like sometimes I can just go off the handle." Wanda wiped another tear with her sleeve again, the tears glossed in her eyes and made her pupils sparkle as she looked so passionately into your eyes.

"It's fine Wanda. We all go off the handle some days. I did it on you earlier. We just need to relax a little. The both of us."

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You and Wanda laid down together in silence. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence however, it felt somehow to you a healing silence. You two didn’t need to talk, that’s what got you two into shit before. Just cuddling together. Wanda laid her head on your bare chest. You threw on a random stupid movie on TV, it was one of those goofy movies that two dudes probably smoked a joint and started filming. You didn’t like it; Wanda found it comical. She’d laugh at the slightest action or joke. 15 minutes later however she was silent. You peered down checking up on her. Her eyes fluttered, she was falling asleep. You twitched which made her jump.

“Jesus…what’s happened?” She whispered. I knew she fell asleep for a moment. You could hear it in her tone. Groggy and low.

“Nothing sorry. My leg just spasmed. It’s okay, you can go back to sleep.” Your hand ran down Wanda's thigh. Her skin was soft just like you remembered.

“Shut up, I wasn't sleeping.” She giggled rolling her head the other way.

“Oh I'm sorry, I just saw the stucco on the ceiling coming apart so I thought you were snoring.” You joked.

“Fuck off!” She laughed sitting up on your lap. “I do not snore!” Her hands grasped a fist full of your bare breasts in either hand. It felt good to be handled again. As soon as her hands touched you that way, you instantly felt you were getting hard. It wasn't an embarrassment any longer. You had another one-night encounter after Wanda that made feel 10x better about your appearance.

“No, that's just loudly humming in your sleep isn't it?” Your hands tightened around her hips slowly moving them back and forth. Wanda sucked air through her teeth letting a little gasp. "Ohh-stop!" She laughed biting her lower lip. "You want something else don't you detka?" Her dress grazed the front of your boxers, just to tease you.

"Perhaps. This time, it's on my terms. This time." Your hands pushed down on Wanda's thighs rubbing your forming bludge on the fabric of her panties. Her brows raised, turning her cheeks into a rose colour. "Really? Would you still want to? Even after everything I did?..."

“Of course.” You freed your hands from her thighs, swishing a strand of her hair away from her face looking into her emerald eyes. She giggled again looking down at your chest. “You’re tits are huge Y/n.” Wanda’s hands clutched my full chest. "I don't think I saw them last time." She squeezed each handful. You whinced with her nails digging into your skin.

"Ha! Well, I hope you remember something else's size." You joked lightly tugging at your boxers. “Hmm..I think I definitely need a refresher.” Wanda tugged the hem of her dress; pulling it over her head as her arms whisked it to the floor. Wanda’s hands jerked at the elastic band around your hips. Your fairly large erection greeted both of you with a fair shock as it bounced its way to freedom. “Oh yes, I remember now.” Her tongue folded against the tops of her teeth. Your hands held a firm grip on either side of Wanda’s panties ripping them off. “Seems you don’t need this huh?” She giggled letting out a small whimper. “Fuck-…can we stop all this talking Y/n? I really need you.” Your fingers trailed along her mound going further in her slit. Her inner core was silk. Your finger slipped inside effortlessly. Her little sounds became more low. “Oh…g-god.” Her head dropped down making her lips lay on mine. "Stop fucking teasing me..." She groaned as her teeth bit the bottom of my lip. "Okay, you asked for it." You flipped Wanda onto her back. The bed's feet raised as the bed made a thump. "Did you want condoms?"

"N-no. No, Wanda, I can pull out." You bent down locking your lips with hers again. "Haha..sure, sure you can Y/n." Wanda's eyes glowed red again briefly. "Fuck no more games. Just let me fuck you by myself." Your fingers slid between Wanda's folds before slipping your cock inside. She gasped curling her fingers into the sheets. Your hands planted on the mattress on either side of Wanda's head. She uncurled her fingers from the bedsheets, moving them around your wrists. Her breaths were choppy trying to get ahold. You thought she looked so beautiful underneath you, the way her skin naturally glowed, her pearly white smile chewing her bottom lip, the way she looked at you. Not in a loving way just yet, in an adoring way? A needing way.

"Go on. Keep making those pretty sounds for me, sweetheart." Your hips dove in feeling her walls coating you effortlessly. Wanda’s whines grew deafening, her eyes did not stop turning shades of red.

“Oh shit…y/n…uh-…” Wanda's head rolled back on the mattress. Dropping her jaw open. You began to thrust with a heavy pace. Becoming quick with every moan that escaped Wanda’s lips. The bed frame formed a squeaking noise with each pump into the brunette. Wanda’s leg had a hard time trying to stay afloat around your hips, slipping every movement you two shared. You stopped pulling out briefly.

“What-..Y/n? Why did stop?! Continuă…” Wanda cried out allowing her hands to fall scratching your biceps. “I will, don't worry. Go flip on your stomach, on your knees and bend over.” Wanda sighed a sly smile flipping onto her knees, arching her back letting her chest lay on the mattress. She glanced over her shoulder with her hair covering her face. Your hand traced her temple softly, leading your fingers into the brunette's long strands. Grasping a fistful of Wanda’s hair. You peered down watching your cock twitch in anticipation with Wanda’s ass sway in the same feeling of suspense. Your other hand grasped Wanda’s thigh sliding your shaft back into her slick folds.

“Oh…fuck-” Wanda sucked air through her teeth tilting her head down with your hand still tight on her hair. You did begin to thrust slowly as you once did, you began to ram yourself deeply inside the witch as though you were pushing through air. Wanda's hand gave out mid-pump landing on her chest. Her hands gripped the bedsheets as she tried to move her head to a more comfortable spot. "Fuck...you have such a nice ass." You twisted Wanda's hair around your knuckles applying a forceful tug. Her head raised leaving a spot of drool on the sheets. "Uh-huh!" Wanda's head cocked further to watch you. Your hand jerked the fistful of Wanda's hair pulling her hair as hard as you could muster without ripping all of her hair out entirely. Her body lifted off the mattress onto her knees. Her back pressed on your chest laying her head on your shoulder. "Oh god!...Shit!" Your wrist could not take it anymore, you let go of Wanda's hair allowing it to fall behind your shoulder. Your hand relaxed on Wanda's thigh attaching every finger around the softest part of her leg. Wanda's arm flung around your throat holding herself up. "Shit...I'm going to cum..." Wanda's moans were silent as she took a small breath. "Huh? Good baby...me too." You sighed out feeling yourself climbing higher and higher up to your point of no return. "Do it Y/n." Wanda used her knees bouncing her body against you.

"Do what Wand?" You groaned in her ear smelling her sweet perfume sweat off onto you. "Cum in me...please..." Her cheek heated on yours as you felt her jaw lock open not letting another sound out. "Y-you sure? I don't know." You did not want to take that chance again, you had some rendezvous with a certain green bulky woman in Egypt, knowing you mastered your craft of pulling out. If you did not get her pregnant 6 months ago, hell, you couldn't do it again right?

"F-fine...you want me to cum inside you huh?" You huffed tightening your grip on Wanda's thighs, the wooden bedframe continued to rattle. The frame began to bell out with your knees ready to cave. "Yes! Yes!"

"Yes, what?"

"Cum inside me Y/n! Fill me!" Wanda's voice shrieked out letting go of a low-toned moan. "Oh god! I'm cumming!" Wanda grasped firmly on your neck vibrating her entire body. Her eyes glow red tracing red mists around both of your bodies. "Fuck!" The pressure within you exploded, you could not think if it was you that came or if Wanda had some help to speed it up. You felt your cock throb spewing out your cum in the witch. She tried her best to make her body stay still, her thighs would not stop fidgeting. You bucked your knees forward to have Wanda fall on her stomach as you fell with her. The bedframe finally gave way as the mattress hit the floor. You both hit a thump, Wanda chuckled under your body softly as she took a quick breath. "Well, shit. How do you expect to explain this to Tony?"

"We'll blame Kate," You sighed wiping a bead of sweat from your brow. "She got too drunk and we found her jumping on the bed. Agreed?"

"Agreed detka. Let's get out of here. We can go to my room." You arose to see the bedposts still standing but the wood beams holding the bed just fell. "Well, this was a great welcome back." You stretched out your arms above your head hearing the cracks of your shoulder blades. "I'd say so." You stood up from the mattress whisking your boxers off the floor.

"Y/n? You don't need those." Wanda sat up on her knees running her hands through her hair. You bent over as you picked Wanda up by her thighs and wrapped them around your waist. "Haha! I sure do. I don't want to scare Kate if we run into her." You took hefty strides over to the bedroom door, making your way down the hall to Wanda's room. Wanda draped her hands around your neck giving a sly little smile as she looked over her shoulder. Her wrist flicked a red mist, you witnessed the red mist run down the staircase doing nothing after it left the stairs. "There. She won't bug us. I put her to sleep for the night. Now, we can have more fun."

"Good. Let's hope I don't break your bed this time."

"Well, don't promise that. I'd love you to ruin me." Her finger traced along your jaw down your throat. "Ask, and you shall receive."

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NEED to read zemo/bucky/reader and I feel like you would nail it!!!! maybe with 98?? LOVE YOU J.D!!!!!!!!

oh my god I haven't written a threesome in SO LONG and of course this turned into a whole oneshot UGH. oops

98: "what happens next in your fantasy?"

warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!!!), threesome, oral m and f receiving, spitroast, overstimulation, hair pulling, slapping, degradation and praise, brief mention of smoking?, basically just nastiness with almost no plot at all!!

word count: 4.4k

100 random prompts - send me a number and a character!

"I shouldn't have said anything, okay?" you whined, hoping he'd drop the subject-- and Zemo walked in right then, which seemed like the perfect opportunity to change the topic.

"What shouldn't you have said?" Zemo pressed, and you sighed.

"It's-- it's nothing," you shook your head, "I just had a really weird dream last night."

"About?"

You wanted to end it there, but Bucky had to chime in, of course. "Let's just say, this dusty old apartment was getting to see some action for the first time in a few decades," he informed Zemo proudly, who smiled knowingly and continued his walk to the kitchen.

"Ah," Zemo nodded, "I see."

"I swear, I've never had a dream about you like that before," you explained to Bucky.

"I wouldn't take it too personally, James," Zemo suggested as he poured himself some tea. "The subconscious is a completely unpredictable place. We can dream about almost anything, whether or not we desire it in waking life."

"Well, see, that's the weird part," you admitted, shifting nervously in the chair as Bucky stared at you. "You were there, too."

That took his attention away from the tea, certainly; he set down the kettle and came back into the sitting area, leaving his cup behind. "Still, many people believe dreams have meaning... I happen to be one of those people," he added.

"You didn't mention that before," Bucky frowned at you.

"Well, I was going to..."

"I was there, doing what?" Zemo pressed.

"Sitting in the corner reading Machiavelli," you joked. "No, you were, you know... part of it..."

"How was it?" Zemo asked instantly, getting yours and Bucky's eyes on him then.

"Huh?"

"In the dream, having both of us," he clarified, "did you enjoy the experience?"

"U-um, I mean, I don't really remember..." you coughed.

"I don't think that's true," Zemo grinned. "You're wearing it on your face now— is that why you couldn't look at me this morning in the hallway?"

Your face got warmer. "Do I normally look at you?" you deflected.

"More than you realize," he answered cryptically.

"So, it was good," Bucky assumed. "It's obvious, you can just admit it."

You did hesitate, biting on one of your nails, but you nodded, and they both smiled. "Yeah, it was... it was really good..."

"Which one of us was better?" Bucky wondered. "It was me, right?"

"You were... I don't know, you were just different," you shrugged.

"Ugh, that's such a cop-out," Bucky rolled his eyes. "Don't be afraid to hurt his feelings."

"No, really— it's hard to compare," you insisted. "You were sort of, you know, sensitive and... patient, and you—" you looked at Zemo— "were kind of... intense."

Zemo smirked. "I've been told that before, actually. I mean, by people who got the real experience."

Bucky looked with a concerned expression over his shoulder at Zemo. You found yourself biting your lip for a moment.

"I know you won't answer this question, but I have to ask," Zemo began, "did you climax?"

"Oh god," you whined, hiding your face behind your hands.

"See? She did," Zemo smiled, maybe wider than you'd ever seen. "Perhaps even more than once."

"Please shut up," you groaned.

"Holy shit," Bucky smirked, "you really liked it, huh?

"What do you say, James?" Zemo prompted, looking at Bucky, and making you get a little wide-eyed. "Shouldn't we give the girl what she wants?

"Isn't that, uh— I mean, wouldn't that be... weird?" Bucky stammered, cheeks flushing.

"You're so sheltered," Zemo mocked with a small laugh. "Sharing a partner is very thrilling when the correct amount of trust is involved."

"Wait, wait— it was just a dream, I wasn't, you know, suggesting it," you explained nervously.

"I know," Zemo replied, "I am."

There was a tense pause, where all you could hear was your own beating heart.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Zemo offered, “I know it’s a strange thing to say. Just come here, darling.”

Though your legs were shaking, you got up off the chair and approached him slowly. He met you in the middle, reaching up to quickly caress your jaw when you were close enough. Bucky seemed to watch the whole thing in disbelief. “I-I’ve never—” you began.

“It’s alright,” Zemo assured you softly, “I won’t judge you, or mock you— there’s nothing wrong with what you want.”

You nodded slightly, another form of silent permission, and he leaned in to kiss you— gentle at first, but strong enough to make your knees feel a little weak. He deepened it quickly, putting a hand at your waist as his tongue began to tease your lips… but just when you pressed into him, ready for more, he pulled away. He smirked at the way you leaned forward for a moment, but then he looked over at Bucky— you couldn’t quite read his expression, perhaps a bit of disbelief and… more than a decent share of arousal.

He stood up, and stepped up to you two, and you could tell he was in over his head— but you pulled him closer by his shirt, sighing as your hand felt his chest through the black fabric. “I— I’m not sure how to—” he mumbled.

“Me either,” you smiled, “just kiss me, Bucky…”

He did, though he seemed slightly less confident about it. What started as a shy and soft kiss turned into something more almost instantly— something hungry. He pulled you closer by your waist, he slipped his tongue into your mouth; it was clear, somehow, that he had been waiting for this chance for longer than you realized.

You gasped into Bucky’s kiss when you felt Zemo’s lips on your neck. There were four hands on you, running over your body, and you were struggling to keep track of which belonged to who…

Zemo pulled you off of Bucky and spun you around, kissing you roughly again. He was less careful this time, and he was reaching up under your shirt as well; you whimpered a bit, arching your back instinctively and pushing your ass into Bucky’s— oh fuck, he was hard. You couldn’t believe how worked up you were already.

Zemo groped at your chest, purring as he tweaked a nipple between his fingers. You whined and pressed your legs together, feeling him smile before he broke away to look at you with a sparkle in his eye.

“So sensitive,” he praised as he pushed your shirt up to get a good look at you; he sighed at the sight, both hands cupping your breasts and massaging them carefully. “You’re so beautiful…”

When his hands moved down, Bucky’s took their place; you shivered a little at the metal hand’s cool touch, but it was actually more of a relief than anything considering how hot you’d become. He was a little more aggressive with the way he touched your tits— if not quite rough. He was panting in your ear as he held and rubbed them; and Zemo was already pulling your pajama shorts down, exposing you even further… god, why did it turn you on so much.

“Look at you,” Zemo praised with a sigh, running his hands up and down your body. “I know you must be so wet already, darling, look how desperate you are… you’ve been wet since you woke up from that naughty dream, haven’t you?”

You didn’t have to answer— he was already putting his hand between your legs, exploring your folds, both of you groaning at how slick and sticky you were. “Fuck, I can hear it,” Bucky noticed, and you clenched inside as he said it.

Zemo gently pushed a finger into you— but you were so wet it didn’t even feel like a push, it felt like your hole just sucked him in. He was looking right into your eyes as he did it, but that was a little too much to handle for you, mentally, so you let your eyes fall shut just before he slipped the finger back out again.

"Feel inside her, James," Zemo encouraged, "she's so warm."

Bucky sighed, rubbing his fingers around your entrance. "I-I'm going to," he mumbled in your ear, "but... not 'cause he told me to or anything."

You whined when two vibranium fingers pushed inside you, making you lean back against Bucky while Zemo’s hands pushed your shirt up even higher, giving him better access to put his mouth on your tits. “F-fuck,” you sighed, putting a hand on the back of Zemo’s head as he swirled his tongue around your nipple— he was incredibly, annoyingly good at that, but then again, so was Bucky with the way he gently opened you up with his fingers. “Oh my god, just like that,” you panted.

“Who are you talking to?” Bucky wondered.

“Both of you,” you whined, “fuck, don’t stop.”

Zemo moved his mouth to your other nipple, suckling harder at it, making your hips rock on Bucky’s fingers; and Bucky growled approvingly, starting to thrust them a little more confidently inside you. “I can’t believe you didn’t soak through those shorts, doll,” Bucky whispered in your ear, “you’re drenched. You wanted this that bad?”

You could only nod dreamily, too lost in the feeling.

Though you weren’t sure how they coordinated it, they both stopped touching you at the same time; you whined quietly, clenching inside as you longed for either of their fingers to fill you again.

“Take the rest of it off,” Zemo instructed you— but it wasn’t too firm, more just a… friendly suggestion. “Let us see all of you.”

Stepping out of your shorts that had fallen to the floor and pulling your shirt up over your head, you tried to fight the urge to cover yourself— after all, here you were naked in Zemo’s living room, with two fully clothed men eyeing you up and down. It was hard not to feel… scrutinized.

"What happens next in your fantasy?" Zemo purred.

"I-it's not my fantasy, it was just a dream," you insisted.

"Then let me ask you another way: what happens now?"

Instead of answering with words, you simply sank down to your knees in front of them, keeping eye contact with Zemo as you started to open his belt.

The smug look on his face should’ve driven you crazy, but it only pushed you further; Bucky, thankfully, seemed to get the idea of what was going on and began to open his belt and jeans for you. You loved his eagerness, even if the way Zemo seemed content to just let you do all the work was a turn-on, too.

Soon enough, there were two hard cocks in front of you. Just the idea of that was already intimidating— but both of them, at eye-level, was actually nearly overwhelming. You took hold of them both, stroking slowly to try to wrap your head around this as easily as you could wrap your hands around them.

Not sure where to start, you did a mental coin toss and found yourself leaning towards Zemo first, wrapping your mouth around his tip and letting your eyes fall shut. Zemo hummed, pushing your hair back as you bobbed your head. You only sucked him for a few seconds before switching over to Bucky, though you tried to keep a hand stroking each one while you moved back and forth.

It felt filthy and strange and surreal, but your biggest concern was that you were going to get so wet you’d start dripping onto the floor or something.

Yes, you’d watched porn like this before, but you never really thought you’d end up doing it— especially with these two. You felt pretty comfortable assuming they never thought this would happen, either… but they got into it shockingly quickly: soon, you weren’t even the one deciding where you went, they simply got more and more impatient and began to guide you back and forth. You blinked your eyes open a few times to look up at them, but in the end you found yourself totally lost in it, just leaving your mouth open them and letting them take turns fucking it until you weren’t sure who was who anymore.

Not much was said (least of all by you, with your mouth full) aside from a few mumbled curses here and there— except for one moment, where Zemo seemed to mutter to Bucky: “I don’t think she expected to like this so much.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong. You were drooling, with tears striping your face— a side effect from repeatedly choking on both of them— and you were nearly desperate enough to rub yourself

Though you weren’t sure how or when Zemo had gotten in your head like this, you had to admit it was convenient right now; “You want more, don’t you?” he noticed, and all you had to do was nod before they pulled you up to your feet. Zemo bent you over quickly, before you’d even really found your balance, and stood behind you.

You gasped as Zemo’s cock slid inside you suddenly, holding on tight to Bucky’s arms for balance— immediately you were rocked forward with hard, needy thrusts.

“God, she’s so fucking wet,” Zemo hissed. You hadn’t really heard him talk quite like that before…

You groaned at the feeling, amazed at how easily he fit inside, but clearly all the anticipation had prepared you well. Bucky only let you have a second to adjust before he shoved your head back down and pushed his cock into your waiting mouth. You were happy to oblige, though, and sucked him even more eagerly than before with fast bobs of your head and more pressure from your tongue.

Bucky’s fingers tangled into your hair, and his hips pushed forward to fuck deeper into your throat; you heard him groan, but it was muffled as he bit his lip. You gagged, and they both moaned lowly. “I can feel when you choke on him,” Zemo informed you with a grunt, “your little cunt squeezes me tighter.”

It must have been Zemo’s hand that slid up your spine and held onto your shoulder— it must have been Bucky that reached down to feel your tits— but if was your hand that ended up between your legs, rubbing your clit quickly simply because you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore.

“So desperate,” Zemo mocked— or praised, maybe? The difference was hard to define. “You want to come?”

You hummed in agreement around Bucky’s cock, before he forced you to choke on it again. You never expected him to be so aggressive, nor how much it would make you crave even more.

“If you want a turn with her, James, you’d better take it now,” Zemo offered, voice thin as he tried to catch his breath. “Any more of that and I won’t be able to stop myself again.”

Bucky roughly pulled you off of Zemo and sat back on the couch, turning you around to face away from him and pulling you into his own lap; that doll nickname felt a bit more literal when he tossed you around so easily.

You gasped as Bucky slid inside, and moaned as you realized you could so easily feel the difference between them. “Fuck!” you cried out loudly, louder than you really meant to, as Bucky instantly began bouncing you on top of him; you were trying to move with him, but he was so much stronger and basically just using you however he wanted… it made you moan even more and roll your eyes back in your head as you realized that. “Fuck, Bucky, oh my god—”

“See how much louder she screams for me?” Bucky grinned.

“That’s because her mouth isn’t full this time,” Zemo countered with a laugh. “That can be corrected.”

Bucky was certainly much more… impatient in the way he fucked you; Zemo, meanwhile, was as controlled as ever as he guided you to lean forward, gently opened your mouth, and slid just his leaking head inside. He purred as you suckled at the tip, looking up at him with watering eyes.

“Can you taste yourself?” Zemo asked you with a smile, humming when you nodded around him. “You really soaked me, darling— I expect you to be a good girl and clean all that off.”

You moaned at the praise and took him deeper into your mouth, using your tongue to lick up every drop of your own wetness off of him. You surprised even yourself with how shameless you were, pulling your mouth off to run your tongue over him instead, moaning as you licked him clean.

Bucky fucked up faster into you until you could barely focus on the task before you, but you still found a way: you kept Zemo’s cock in your mouth and let him hold your head, keeping you steady while Bucky moaned louder and thrusted harder.

You moaned more and more around Zemo until he pulled you away and you gasped instantly. “Tell me how it feels,” he demanded harshly, holding your head up by your hair.

“So good,” you yelped, “it’s so fucking good!”

He surprised you with a slap across the face, but you moaned right away. “Fucking whore,” he spat. “Look how badly you need to be treated. You want to come, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you sobbed, “yes, fuck, please—”

“Well, James,” Zemo hissed, “aren’t you going to help her?”

Bucky sighed and moved one of the hands on your hips down between your legs, rubbing you quickly and harshly. Your thighs were shaking instantly; actually, pretty much all of you was shaking.

“She’s coming, James, don’t stop,” Zemo barked out another order, holding you tight by the jaw and looking right into your eyes. “I want you to come until you can’t possibly take it anymore,” he explained with a growl, “don’t tell me to make him stop until then, is that clear? Show us how much you can take, nothing less.”

You nodded as best you could with him holding onto your face, and tried to lean in to put your mouth on his cock again, but he held you there.

“No,” he corrected, “I’d rather get a good look at this.”

Bucky’s hand on your clit was relentless, the pressure almost too intense for you to take— but you had to take it, you had no other choice. It started off almost slowly, a gradual descent into the numbing pleasure of your orgasm, but it didn’t stop; Zemo already made it clear he wasn’t going to let it stop until you were at your limit. Your moans were shaky and broken from how hard Bucky was fucking you, and your eyes were rolling back already but you could’ve sworn you heard Zemo chuckle at the sight of you. Did you really look that fucked up?

“Good girl,” he purred, “keep going. You can take more.”

You whined louder, higher, sharper; you weren’t sure how much more you really could take of this, but you wanted to do as you’d been told and not tap out until the absolute last second.

You knew you were crying, only because you felt the hot tears running down your cheeks. You heard Zemo encouraging you distantly, but you couldn’t quite make out any words, just the dark and sweet tone of his voice. You heard Bucky, too, groaning deeply while you felt his fingers digging tighter into your hips. Could he feel everything he was putting your body through?

“Fuck, stop!” you heard yourself blurt out, and instantly Bucky’s hand moved away— but his thrusts didn’t slow down. It was just the right amount of relief, and you blinked the blurriness out of your vision. It was almost like part of it didn’t even really hit you until then, until the aftershocks reverberated through your body.

“That’s it,” Zemo praised, “you’re alright, we’ve got you.”

“Oh god, o-oh god,” you sobbed, shaking uncontrollably— they were both holding you up, you would’ve toppled to the floor if it weren’t for them

“Fuck, m’gonna come,” Bucky groaned.

“Inside,” you gasped, even with how little mental clarity you had in that moment. “I want it inside.”

“Fuck,” he said again. “That’s so— god, baby, look what you fuckin’ do to me… I’m gonna come inside you.”

“Yes,” you begged with a sob, Zemo grinning as he watched you.

Still numb and clenching uncontrollably inside, you felt the way he pumped harder and harder and harder— until it slowed down and he let out the most delicious, long groan. You whined, but smiled, as he loosened his grip on your hips and relaxed under you, his moans and heavy breaths seeming to drip with satisfaction. “Fuck,” he said, one more time, deeper than ever, before falling back on the couch limply.

Zemo lifted you off of Bucky— apparently a little sooner than he was ready for, because you heard him hiss as he slipped out of you— and guided you with him onto the couch, pulling your back into his chest. He knelt behind you, kissing the back of your shoulder as watched you try to come back to reality.

“I should let you rest for a moment,” he noticed, “but you don’t want me to, do you?”

Weakly, you shook your head.

He moved in closer to you and you felt his cock, still wet with your spit, rub against the inside of your thigh— and even after all that, you arched your back deeper in invitation.

It made you blush when Zemo slid into you again, thinking about him filling you alongside Bucky’s load, especially with the way he groaned lowly into your ear. “You want me to fuck his come even deeper into you?” he taunted, and you whined but nodded. “I thought so.”

Everything felt so… sticky, in a disgusting but sexy sort of way; you were overly-sensitive inside, each thrust feeling so good with the fading sensitivity of your orgasm still present. You leaned back against Zemo with a sigh, letting him hold you close and fuck you however he wanted, more than happy to just be his toy now.

“Look how cute you are when you give in to me. You want me to use you, don’t you?” he noticed with a groan, and you whimpered but nodded ‘yes.’ “Of course,” he growled, kissing along your neck with more and more of his teeth each time. “You want me to fuck you however I want?”

“Yes,” you sobbed.

“But this isn’t about what I want,” he explained. “This is what you wanted.”

“Oh god…”

“You wanted us both to fuck you, at the same time. One cock isn’t enough to satisfy you?”

“Not anymore,” you admitted with a sigh, and he started to thrust faster and harder into you.

It turned very quickly from slow and sensual to rough and ruthless; he wrapped a hand around your neck to keep you close as you moaned and cried, anxious already to come again. “Touch yourself,” he ordered with a hiss in your ear, “make yourself come around my cock.”

“F-fuck,” you choked out, but slid a hand over your body and between your legs to obey him quickly. You were already so fucking close, and you knew you shouldn’t go so hard on yourself when you were so sensitive, but your desperation made you really rub hard and fast in search of that growing tension. “Yes, fuck, m’gonna— oh god—”

“I know, darling,” he cooed, “just let go. It’s alright, I’ll hold you— come for me.”

You didn’t literally black out, but you did sort of… lose time, in that moment. It was like you were just floating in pleasure for a while and then all of a sudden you were laying back on the couch and you weren’t even sure where Bucky had gone and Zemo was proudly holding your legs open.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he informed you, and you blinked back at him shyly.

You expected the warm, sticky feeling as their come leaked out of you… what you didn’t expect to feel was Zemo’s mouth on your pussy, eagerly lapping it up and sucking on your clit as your eyes shot open and you gasped and moaned with surprise.

“Dude,” Bucky grimaced, “that’s fucked up…”

Zemo just hummed and took his mouth off of you, giving Bucky a confused look. “She tastes amazing,” Zemo defended, “maybe even better after our… contribution.”

You laughed a little at the description, until he leaned down and latched onto you again, making you gasp and run your fingers through his hair. “Fuck,” you whined, bucking your hips against his face. Your clit was already overstimulated, and the way that he flicked it with his tongue made you shiver all over.

Your hold on his hair made it a little easier to push him away when he sucked too hard on your sore clit; he was more than strong enough to keep going, but he stopped anyways and let you push him back with a smug, slickened smile. “You really should try it, James,” he encouraged, “you’ll only want more once you do.”

Sighing in relent, Bucky knelt down in front of the couch— yes, at some point he’d gotten off of it, and you were too high on orgasm dopamine to notice it— and Zemo helped you adjust your hips towards him so he could just dive right in.

He gave one long lick over you first, making you shudder, and seemed to get more excited and aggressive quickly as he held onto your thighs and started to push his tongue inside you. “Oh god,” you whimpered, and Zemo watched proudly for a moment before turning his head to kiss up your leg.

“Poor thing,” he cooed between gentle presses of his lips to your skin, “you probably thought we were done with you, didn’t you?”

You were on the couch nursing a cup of tea, your feet resting in Bucky’s lap on top of the pants he’d changed into after his shower; Zemo was on the balcony having a cigarette. That was the scene Sam came back to, and he seemed to notice something was off just by the way he raised an eyebrow as he entered the living room. “Hey guys,” he greeted. “What did I miss?”

“Not much,” Bucky shrugged, “just a pretty quiet morning…”

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jamdoughnutmagician · 2 months

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Tiny Match-maker

Bucky Barnes x Single mom!Reader Fluff

Adjusting to his new life outside of the superhero business, Bucky makes the acquaintance of a very young, inquisitive girl.

Just a meet-cute scenario with Bucky, that I might just write a part 2 for if people are interested in it.

Word count:1,853.

Masterlist // Bucky Barnes Masterlist

It wasn’t often that Bucky found time for himself. Between the busy and at times chaotic line of work he found himself in, it didn’t leave a lot of time to do the things that the average person could do.

Doctor Raynor suggested that taking a step back from the heroic, android, alien, wizard-crime-fighting lifestyle might be just the thing that he needed. To take some time to do the things that the everyday person took for granted.

So that’s why Bucky found himself for the first time in a long while browsing the aisles of his local grocery store, standing in the middle of the dairy aisle, pondering if there’s any real difference between getting oat milk or almond milk.

He’s brought out of his thinking when he feels something collide with his shins. Something, or rather someone. A young girl, she couldn’t have been more than three, maybe four years old. Her hair that is tied up into two bunches on either side of her head bounce slightly as she crashes into him.

He looks around himself, apart from him and this little girl, the aisle was otherwise empty.

What was he supposed to do? He’d rescued thousands of civilians time and time again, but this little girl was just standing there, wide-eyed and innocently looking up at him.

“Hi! My name’s Lottie!” the little girl introduces herself with a big gap-toothed smile.

Bucky crouches down ever so slightly to meet her smaller stature.

“Hi there, Where are your parents, huh? Are you lost?” he asks, keeping his voice soft when talking to her.

Just as the little girl opened her mouth to answer, a woman came running down the aisle, slightly out of breath and with a look of panic on her face.

As she gets closer, Bucky takes in her appearance, she's pretty. Really pretty. The kind of effortless beauty that has a faint blush rising to his cheeks.

“Charlotte!” the woman calls out as she comes closer to the little girl before scooping her up in her arms and hoisting her on her hip. “What have I told you about running off like that?” you gently scold her, although the scolding is more out of your own worries about your little girl.

“Sorry mommy.” she murmurs quietly as she tucks her head into your shirt.

“I’m so sorry, sir, I hope she didn’t bother you too much.” you smile apologetically at the man in front of you. He was tall, broad and far too handsome for his own good. With soft dark brown hair that fell along his jaw, pretty pink lips, the most beautiful stormy grey-blue eyes, and just the right amount of stubble grazing across his angled jaw to have you blushing as he looked your way.

“Oh, hey, no harm done, she seems like a sweet kid.” he smiles, his voice is deep and rich, with a slight raspy gravel.

“Yeah, she is, although it would help if she wasn’t so much of an explorer, it’d be a lot easier to keep my eye on her otherwise.” you laugh.

“No, the world needs more explorers I say!” the handsome stranger joins in with a friendly chuckle of his own.

“Well, I can see you’re busy, so we won’t keep you any longer..” you string out the end of your sentence, when you realise that you don’t actually know your new friend’s name.

“James. My name’s James.” he says, gesturing to himself. You tell him your name in return with a friendly smile.

“Well, it was nice talking to you, James.” You smile before turning back down the aisle.

Bucky watched as you walked away from him, and he couldn't help but hope that he might run into you again.

“Look, all you gotta do is go down there, tell a few old man war stories, answer some questions, maybe have your picture taken a few times and that’s it” Sam explained.

Sam had signed Bucky up to tell a few stories to the kids at the school downtown. A few about his life back in the day, and his life now. Sam thought it might be good for his public image.

“Just because you’re Captain America now, doesn’t mean you get to tell me what to do, Sam.” Bucky grumbled.

“When Steve gave me the shield, he did warn me it came with the custody of one grumpy super-soldier.” Sam laughed a wide, gap-toothed smile at his friend.

“..And that’s why you don’t let your best friend sign-up to be a government ordered science experiment.” Bucky smiled, as he finished his talk with the assembled group of young students in the small, but colourful classroom.

“Wonderful, and does anybody have any questions for Sergeant Barnes?” The teacher asked, as she stepped out beside Bucky.

“How did you lose your arm?” a young boy blurts out, quickly raising his hand.

“Timothy!” The teacher is quick to gently scold the young boy, but Bucky quickly steps in before she can make her point.

“It’s quite alright, I don’t mind answering this question.” He assures the teacher, before turning to the young boy. “I-uh-I kind of lost it when I came up against a bunch of bad-guys, who weren’t very nice at all.” Bucky thinks carefully about how he was going to word his answer, especially for this 5-year old kid. “..But it’s all good now, because I’ve got the super-strong metal one.” he shows off by rolling up the sleeve of his deep-red henley shirt.

“Are you and The Falcon really friends?” another young boy asks from where he’s sat cross-legged on the carpet in front of Bucky.

“Well, we’re team-mates, so I guess I’d call him a friend, but really he only hangs out with me because I make him look cool.” Bucky jokes with ease.

“Mr. Sergeant Barnes.” A tiny hand shoots up amongst the group.

Bucky looks out and there sat at the back of the class is the little girl who ran into him at the grocery store at the weekend. Her bouncy curls tied up in two bunches on either side of her head.

“Yes, Lottie, you have a question for Sergeant Barnes?” The teacher prompts.

“Are you single? I think my mommy would really like you.” She smiles in that innocent way that children do, unaware of the slightly impertinent question she was asking.

Bucky flushes scarlet all over, a blooming heat settling over his features.

With a laugh and a nervous scratch to the back of his neck, he gathered himself together enough to answer the young girl.

“I am, and I’m sure your mommy is a wonderful lady, but I think it's best that we don't talk about her private life when she's not here.” Bucky stutters out, chosing his words very carefully.

The school bell suddenly rings into life, signifying the end of the day, and the children are all quick to get up from the carpet and make their way towards their coats and bags that are stowed away in their cubby holes.

“Ah ah, kids! What do we say to Sergeant Barnes?” The teacher prompts

“Thank you Sergeant Barnes.” The children say harmoniously.

Bucky shrugs on his dark leather jacket as he makes his way out of the school, watching as all of the kids rush off to find their parents.

He was just about to head off to the school’s parking lot, where he’d parked his motorbike, when he sees the same girl from the classroom, the very same one who had bumped into him at the grocery store, this time her tiny hand tugging her mother across the playground and straight towards him.

“Mommy! This is the man who came into class today to tell us stories!” Lottie bubbled excitedly.

You stepped closer to Bucky and he swears that you got even more beautiful than when he last saw you for that fleeting moment.

As you get close enough to him to fully see his face you are met with the piercing blue eyes of the familiar stranger who you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since you’d bumped into him at the supermarket.

“Mommy! This is Mr. Sergeant Barnes! He told us all about working with his friend Captain America!” Lottie blurts out.

You had recognised him from the moment you saw him in the store, but out of courtesy to not embarrass him, you pretended that you didn't know about his life as an avenging super-soldier.

“Mr. Sergeant Barnes?” Your voice raises in a teased question.

“Just James is fine, Ma’am.” Bucky clarifies, extending a warm hand out in a friendly greeting.

In return you shake his hand and tell him your name.

“So, it seems that we’re meeting again, James” You smile

“Hah, yeah.” He smiles back fondly with a warm chuckle.

“So you’re the one who’s been telling my daughter all these fantastical stories?” you pose, eyebrow arched.

“Just something I do as a way of working with the local community. Helping young kids to learn about their history from first-hand accounts.” he explains.

“Well, that's a very sweet thing to do.” you smile.

“Mommy.” Lottie whispers as she tugs at the sleeve of your jacket. “He said he was single too!”

“Sorry about her, she likes to play match-maker.” you apologise, hoping that things hadn’t taken a turn for the awkward.

“It’s okay.” he laughs it off. “She’s a cute kid.”

“Yeah it’s just been me and her from the start, it’s been tough at times, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Oh? Well she seems like a wonderful young girl, and that’s only testament to having you as her mother.” he says with an earnest smile tugging at his pink lips.

“Come on now, Lottie, let’s head home, and let Mr. Sergeant Barnes get back to his life.” you say to your daughter as you begin to make your way out of the school’s playground.

“Wait!” He jogs across the school years to catch up with you before you can leave. “and you can absolutely tell me if I'm just reading this whole situation all wrong, but I'd be a fool if I didn't at least ask you if you perhaps fancied meeting up and getting coffee..at least meeting on purpose this time.” he blushes adorably.

“You know what, I'd like that actually.” You nod. “Let me give you my number and you can text me whenever you're free and we can set something up.”

He hands you over his phone and you enter your number in and text yourself so you have his number on your phone too.

“Here you go,” you say as you hand him over his phone. “It was nice seeing you again, James.”

“Bucky.”

“Hm?”

“My friends call me Bucky.”

“Well, Bucky, I hope to see you again, sooner rather than later.”

“You can count on it.” He grins back with a cheeky wink.

Bucky walks back to his apartment with a confident stride, he'd have to thank Sam for signing him up for this gig, that's for sure.

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jobean12-blog · 1 year

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Bedtime Story

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 739

Summary: Bucky wants to read some of your book befored bed.

Author’s Note: This was just a silly idea that popped into my head because the other night my husband was like, “hey whatcha readin’?” lol so here we are! This is also for the @the-slumberparty May challenge- the prompt I used in bolded in the story. Thank you darlings🥰 for keeping the inspo coming! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics Thank you Daisy!🥰

Warnings: fluffy and flirty fun, i-m-pli-ed o-r-a-l

You snuggle yourself deeper into the pillows and focus on the romance on your e-reader.

“What are you reading doll face?”

“Huh?” you jump, nearly dropping the device.

Bucky stands over the bed, his arms crossed over his broad chest and a grin on his face. You never even heard him leave the bathroom.

“Whatever it is, you’re completely captivated.”

You smirk at him.

“A book.”

He pulls off his tee shirt and rounds the bed, never taking his eyes off you. Your gaze drops to his bare chest and the shining silver of his dog tags nestled against his skin.

“Another romance?”

You nod.

He slides into bed beside you and wraps an arm around your shoulder to draw you close. All the while he looks curiously down at the page brightened on the screen.

“Well, lemme see doll.”

You bite your lip over thoughts on what he’s about to read and hold the e-reader up to him. You watch his eyebrows raise as he continues to scan the page, his hand sliding from your upper arm to around your waist.

His grip tightens as his eyes move over the words.

“What do you think?” you ask.

He answers while he’s still reading, his voice gruff.

“Fuck doll…it’s…”

“Hot?” you supply.

His eyes meet yours, the corner of his mouth twitching with a lopsided smirk.

“Yeah. Is this how you get your kicks when I’m away.”

You narrow your eyes and pull the e-reader away from him.

“The story is actually good you know. Not all romance novels are full smut and nothing else!”

“Oh, really?” he teases. “Because all I read was about cock this and cock that and…”

“BUCKY!” you admonish.

His eyes are crinkled at the edges with his wide grin and you elbow him in the chest.

“Oof,” he grunts. “What was that for!?”

“Really!” you answer. “They’re romantic and relatable and emotional!”

When he doesn’t say anything you keep going. “I love when the connection between the characters is deep, it makes the sex extra hot.”

At that, his forehead furrows and he glances back down at the screen. You can see the muscle in his jaw tick and you trace your fingertips over the stubble lining his cheek.

You press yourself closer and whisper near his ear, “but nothing compares to the real thing with you.”

“But does reading about it turn you on doll?”

His gaze drops to your mouth and he slips his hand between your legs, his metal fingers cool against your heated skin.

“Are you wet?”

You shiver at the touch of his fingers sliding higher. When he pushes your panties to the side, his features harden with desire.

“That would be a yes.”

You arch into him, the e-reader falling from your fingers as he groans and rolls his hips.

He scatters kisses down your throat, toying with the straps of your tank before slowly sliding one off your shoulder, his mouth following the same path.

Your fingers dance along his chest and you wrap them around the chain of his dog tags before giving it a tug and dragging his lips down to yours. The kiss turns desperate and his hands roam over your body, tracing your curves before he grips your ass and urges you closer.

“Doll,” he hums, his hand slipping down the back of your thigh to hike your leg up and over his hip.

Long, strong fingers caress your skin, desperate to be everywhere all at once.

“We’re gonna have to act out,” he starts, his breath warm against your skin, “every scene in every book you have.”

Your fingers slide through his hair before your nails scrape down the back of his neck, wanting his mouth again.

“Bucky,” you plea, pulling at his sweats.

“But I’m gonna show you how much better I am every damn time.”

“No one’s better than you Bucky.”

You can feel his smile and when his mouth hovers just above yours, opening to speak, you press a finger to his lips and grind yourself over him.

“Is that a hint to stop talkin’ doll?” he asks with a grin.

You nod and drag his pants down over his ass before giving it a firm squeeze.

He maneuvers your entwined bodies so he’s lying on his back, his eyes brimming with heat when he murmurs, “come sit on my face if you want to shut me up.”

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angelbaby-fics · 4 months

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Daddy stucky x little reader x little Peter where the reader is in a very young headspace and took a nap but when she woke up she was all alone in the bed and want to be with her daddies and Peter so she try to crawl off the bed but fell and hurt herself and daddy rushed in the room seeing little one crying and after he ask why she crawl off the bed she's like "I wan be wif daddies n pweti"

MUCH COMFORT PLEASE 🥺💞

Comfort

Word Count: 800

A/N: Ahh what a precious idea!! I really really love the big brother Peter dynamic hehe 💕 also this fic is so me bc every time I wake up my first thoughts before I get my bearings are usually "wheres dadaaaa" 💕 enjoy!

It was typical for you to regress even smaller during the course of your afternoon nap, usually leading to a wonderfully cozy evening. After a day of playing, Bucky would put you down in your crib with the lights dimmed to replenish your energy while Steve cooked the family meal. Peter was always a bit older than you, so his afternoon nap was optional. Today he opted to help out Daddy in the kitchen while you slept.

Bucky returned from your nursery to see his two best boys working hard in the kitchen. Peter was dutifully stirring a big bowl of ingredients while Steve carefully cut vegetables and dropped them into the mix. Bucky made absolutely sure they didn’t need any extra help before he retreated to the living room to put on a record. Soft jazz music filled the house, and Bucky picked a book to pass the time before supper was ready. Settling into a soft armchair, one where the kitchen was still within view, he started to lose himself in the peaceful moment, the ambiance only interrupted with the turning of each page.

Until he heard the thud.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been asleep. You weren’t sure what was dream and what was real. You were stuck in a prison cell, your family on the other side. You reached out for them, desperate arms restrained by the bars. When you opened your eyes, the bars were real.

You caught your breath slowly as you took in your surroundings. It was just a dream. You told yourself that over and over again like a meditation, but it didn’t make it any more believable to your babified brain. You had to see for yourself that your family was still there. You needed to feel your Baba’s strong arms hold you against his chest, to hear Daddy’s soft voice humming a lullaby as he played with your hair, to stretch out your hand and immediately have it met with Peter’s, reassuring you that your big sibby was always there.

But you were so, so tiny. You could hardly balance on two legs, gripping tight to the railing of your crib as you tried to hold yourself up. Falling back onto your hands and knees, you gathered up all your stuffies and piled them all into one corner, forming a makeshift ramp. Scurrying up like a squirrel on a tree trunk, you pulled yourself over the top rail, but you hadn’t planned this far ahead. You fell to the carpeted floor, right on your padded bottom.

Bucky was pushing through the doorway before you even had time to cry. He picked you up and held you tight against him, softly bouncing you up and down as he patted your back.

“I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you.” He whispered with his rumbly voice. “Shhh…”

You grabbed him tightly, his clutch pulling you back from the verge of tears. You took fistfuls of his soft t-shirt in your hands, the fabric more comforting to you than any blankie.

“What got you all worked up huh? Bad dream?” Without moving much, you nodded into his chest. You didn’t have the energy to tell him about it, but as usual you didn’t need to. Bucky had a way of reading your little mind.

“How about we go cuddle out in the living room, okay babydoll?” “‘N daddy ‘n Petie?” You mumbled in your little baby way that your Baba could always understand.

You could hear their voices as Bucky carried you out of your nursery and into the main foyer.

“Is that my baby?” Peter asked.

The excitement evident in his voice at the thought of getting to see his best playmate again. It had only been a little more than an hour that you’d been asleep, but he loved you that much. Your head perked up at that, and your bleary eyes blinked to see Steve carrying Peter out of the kitchen, mirroring you and Bucky as you met at the living room couch.

“There’s still a few minutes on the timer for dinner.” Steve said. “Does anybody know what we could possibly do to pass the time?”

“Cuddles please please please!!” Peter cheered, and you clapped in agreement.

“What a great idea! What smart babies we have, don’t we Buck?”

“I think we might have the smartest, cutest babies in the whole wide world!”

Each man sat on the couch with their respective babies in their arms, but as soon as they were seated, you and Peter started crawling all over each of them, lapping up as much love as you could before the oven timer went off. Even when it did, you weren’t too disappointed; you knew once supper was over you’d be right back to cuddling your family again.

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flowerpotmage · 6 months

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Caught in the Rain

Bucky comes by for a visit, and you both get caught in the rain.

Pair: James "Bucky" Barnes & GN!Reader

Notes: fluff and kisses and Bucky just being a ray of sunshine

Word Count: 1k

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A concrete bench in the rain is arguably not the ideal setting for the purpose of basking in nature. Even shielded somewhat from the drops of water that fall from the sky, the concrete soaks up the atmospheric moisture and chills the uncomfortably hard surface further—even through your raincoat. Still, the smell of the rain, the petrichor of wet grass and concrete, blankets you with all the peace and comfort of a homemade family quilt.

A chirp in your pocket disrupts your pensive state, and after a short pause, you reach into your pocket for your Stark Phone. The screen wakes when you lift it to your face, a message in glowing letters disrupting the soft gray air with harsh white-blue light.

Almost there

It’s less than a minute later when the author rumbles around the corner on his motorcycle, slowing to a stop at the sidewalk in front of your bench. You stand when he kicks down the stand, all wet black cloth and leather and sleek dark helmet, unable to hide your broad grin as he lifts the helmet off his head.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he smiles at you. The rain is only a drizzle now, so you step out onto the unsheltered sidewalk towards him. “How about this rain, huh?”

You chuckle. “I don’t mind it. Was the ride bad?”

He shakes his head slightly, smiling his little half smile and keeping his eyes on yours. The blue sparkles brightly against the black of his clothes and the gray of the buildings and skies behind him. “Peace of cake.”

You close the distance, holding a hand out to him. He balances his helmet on his lap, reaching out his glove-covered flesh hand to take yours and squeeze it gently. The misty drizzle dusts his long dark hair with silver droplets, the strands messy from the helmet and tucked behind his ears.

“I know the plan was to go back,” he says, eyes crinkling further as you swing your hands between the two of you. “But I don’t wanna risk the wet roads with you on the bike.” His face turns apologetic.

“What, you mean the bike doesn’t turn into a car at the push of a button?” you tease, stepping into his space to brush a stray droplet of water from his hairline. Your thigh presses against the outside of his own, and his knee, from where he still sits on the bike. “It’s okay, James. We can stay at my place tonight, or until it dries up.”

His smile turns to one of gratitude, lifting your hand to kiss the knuckles. “Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll go park and meet you back here.”

You nod, stepping back and squeezing his hand before letting go. He pulls his helmet back on and rides off around the other corner where the nearest parking garage waits. You follow on foot.

Bucky laughs when he finds you waiting at the garage entrance, helmet in his left hand. “Couldn’t wait to see me again, huh?”

“Mhm,” you hum in affirmation. “Plus, standing around was getting boring.”

“Fair enough,” he says, kissing the top of your hair when he reaches you, now as wet as his.

You smile, eyes closing and taking his free hand. “I know you said the ride was fine, but how was the rain, really?”

“Should’ve checked the weather and borrowed a car,” he says, and the two of you begin the short walk back to your building, hand in hand. “But it’ll be nice to have a night off the compound.”

“Getting tired of your roommates already?”

“Maybe you just want you all to myself, sweetheart.”

The flattered and flustered warmth that rushes through you makes the sudden downpour all the more icy, shocking a gasp from you.

“Oh, Jesus,” Bucky says, tugging your hand. “Let’s run for it.”

With one hand in Bucky’s and the other trying to pull your raincoat hood up over your head, you jog behind Bucky back to your building. Puddles splashing under your feet cast water onto one another’s legs, rainwater dripping down your neck and into your shirt collar, then down your back. Already, just steps from the front door, you can feel yourself shivering.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re soaking,” Bucky says, looking at you with sympathy as he pushes through the front door and pulling you in after him. “Let’s get you upstairs.”

He’s not as soaked as you are, apparently, his motorcycle gear having kept him shielded from the worst of it. You both know he doesn’t need the same protection as most for a simple ride, but when you’d told him once how nervous it makes you, he made a point to dress the part for your peace of mind—with, of course, the additional knowledge that you found motorcycle gear quite attractive. Though the gear had kept his body mostly dry, his hair is plastered to his skin, dark brown soaked to black and clinging to his jaw and his neck.

He keeps an arm around you in the elevator, rubbing your arm to warm you up through several floors and then down your hallway.

“Still can’t get over how you’re not cold,” you say, shivering as he closes your front door.

He chuckles. “Come on, let’s get you dry.”

Bucky helps you take off your raincoat, your jacket. Your shirt underneath is still somewhat dry at least, but your skin is cold and clammy and Bucky wraps his arms around you, rubbing his flesh hand vigorously up and down your back to warm you up, peppering kisses on your hair and forehead.

“Buck,” you say. “Your clothes are soaking too, I don’t know how much this is gonna help–”

“Shit,” he says, pausing. He pulls back slightly, pressing another kiss to your face, the skin on your cheek under your eye.

You chuckle, still shivering slightly and watching with a smile as he sheds his jacket.

“Sorry sweetheart,” he says, pressing another kiss to your face and wrapping you back up in his arms. While your skin is damp and cold, the small amount of moisture on his skin has done nothing to temper the steady warmth of his body, and you can’t help but burrow further into his embrace.

“It’s okay, angel,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Still holding you close, he does his best to walk the two of you to the bathroom. He’s only slightly hampered by the numerous kisses the two of you begin exchanging in some sort of childish competition, broken by smiles and chuckles, and ended only when he pulls one of your towels off the rack to start drying you off.

“Your hair,” you say, feeling much like a troublemaking kitten after a flea bath with the way he playfully roughs the towel around your back, practically scrubbing the water off your skin. He leaves the towel around you, carefully draped over your shoulders like a shawl, and takes the second towel in the room to dry his hair.

“Better?”

“Better.”

#x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky fanfic

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disasterofastory · 2 years

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Boys (Stucky x Reader)

Boys students!Stucky x professor!Reader Warnings: teacher-student relationship, smut

Summary: You are their favorite professor.

A/N: The “boys” are in their early twenties. Kinktober 2022

You dimmed the lights long hours ago when you said goodbye to your students, and they left the lecture hall, letting the heavy door close behind them with a loud thud. You, on the other hand, stayed to start reading the essays and taking care of the administrations. At home, you would do anything but work. But it's okay. You like it when the large building empties and calms down after a long week of rush and ruckus. Sometimes you even forget you teach young adults, especially when Halloween comes and every one of them is excited and ready for the endless parties and fake haunted houses.

You are hunched over the desk under the lamp's light on the corner. Your hands are hoover above the keyboard of your laptop, staring at the bright screen and long sentences that blur together the more you read. The back of your head throbs with a slight pain that warns you you should stop for tonight and go home. You will have enough time to finish everything for Monday.

The two boys are known for their talent with sports, especially football, and their diligence when it comes to their other studies. All of your colleagues love them and their little group of friends. They are a loud bunch but kind and respectful at the same time. You have been teaching Steve and Bucky for years now, and you are familiar with their sweet-talking and mischievous behavior.

You are ready to close your laptop and end the day when your attention gets stolen by the opening and closing of the door. Your eyes shot up to the top of the stairs, watching the two familiar forms getting closer and closer.

"What are you doing here, boys?" You ask them and can't help but laugh when you see their costumes. "And looking like that?"

Both Steve and Bucky are in their football gear, plastered with fake blood on the worn fabrics.

"We are footballers in a zombie apocalypse," Bucky says with a cheeky grin on his face.

Seeing them up close, you notice the fake gash on their cheeks and the purple bruise under their eyes.

"I see," you reply. "You really made an effort to impress, huh?"

"Well, we had to," Steve answers this time. They stand in front of you, giddy with something you can't tell. "We want to impress our favorite professor."

"Oh, I thought I am the only one left in the building," you tease.

"I mean, we met Professor Fury when he left, but…" Bucky doesn't even finish. His face contorts into a grimace, knowing well enough the man's strict teaching techniques.

"Don't be mean, boys, Professor Fury just wants the best for his students."

"Yeah, but we like your lectures more," Steve says, smirking.

"You are just saying it because I'm not a tall, bald man who calls people motherfuckers."

"Luckily, you are not." It's Bucky's time to smirk as they watch you packing your things away, moving around the desk in your elegant pencil skirt and black shirt with scary-smiling pumpkin heads on it.

"You are our sweet teacher," Steve says. His voice deepens. "Who has pretty hair, nice dresses, and the donkey is the worst she ever called us."

"Now you are just trying to get better grades for your essays." You try to make it a joke because you know his words are over the line. They are your students, and they are much younger than you. They shouldn't tell you these things, and you shouldn't let them. The warning is at the tip of your tongue, but nothing comes out when you open your lips. Something stops you, and you are not ready to admit the reason.

"Oh, we are not worried about it, Professor," Bucky replies instead of Steve. The word professor rolls on his tongue, which makes it really unprofessional and much more exciting.

"But why should we lie about it?" Steve asks. You almost jump back when you notice him standing next to you. Your shoulder almost touches his broad chest.

"You are our prettiest Professor."

"Boys, I don't think…" You start, but Bucky cuts in before you can finish your sentence.

"But what are you thinking about us?" He asks, moving closer.

Steve's arm snakes around your waist, leaning so close to your ear that you can feel every word fanning over your ear. "What do you think about our costumes? Don't we deserve candies for it?"

"Or some other reward?" Bucky adds, leaning over the desk.

"Boys…"

"Don't you like them?" Steve is a stubborn one. He does everything to keep you away from rejecting them. And it doesn't matter how much you try, you can't be angry with them.

"They are really… creative." It's hard to find the words when Steve's body presses against yours. His hand is firm on your hips, digging his fingers into the soft fabric of your skirt.

Clearing your throat, you reach out to grab your bag from the table, but Bucky is faster. He pushes it aside and catches your hand to pull you closer to the table. Without Steve's arm around you, you are sure you would fall.

"Maybe you should show them to the others?" You ask. Your voice is high and trembling. "I'm sure the campus is full of parties now."

"Yeah," Bucky hums. "That was our first plan."

"What changed?"

"We missed you," Steve answers. "We thought we could have a small party with our favorite Prof, doesn't it right, Bucky?"

"Steve is right, Miss Y/L/N," the brunette nods. His fingers are linked with yours.

"Oh, I don't think… I'm too old for parties."

"Not for this one," Steve shakes his head. "You are just right for what we planned."

You know you shouldn't ask it, but the words are out of your mouth before you can stop them. "And what are those plans?"

"I'm glad you asked," Bucky smirks, and with that, he pulls on your hand again until you are sitting on the desk with Steve's help. A loud gasp escapes your lips at the sudden movement. You can barely process what's happening, and the blonde man's lips are already on yours. His kiss is soft but firm and willful. His hand keeps you against himself by the back of your head.

"Wait…" you gasp out. "We can't…"

"Don't think about it," Bucky breathes behind you.

"But…"

"No buts, Miss Y/L/N," he smirks into your ear while his friend kisses down your neck. He nibbles on the soft skin, licking the burning spots he leaves behind, and your head tilts to the side on its own accord to give him more space.

"We watch you, wearing those cute dresses and tight skirts," Steve hums against your collarbone. You don't even know when he started unbuttoning your blouse. The black lace of your bra peeks out as he pushes the soft material off your shoulders.

"Always so pretty and happy to see us," Bucky coos.

"We sit in your classes almost every day, watching you walk and lean above the desk, staring at your plump ass and imagining it without the damn skirt."

"We think about what you have under these clothes."

"And we are hard, Professor," Steve groans. It fans over your skin, making you shudder in their arms. "So fucking hard."

"Boys…"

"Don't call us that," Bucky scolds you, but there is no real firmness in his velvety voice.

The blonde chuckles, lips still nibbling down on your chest. "I think we should show her, Bucky."

"That's a great idea, Steve." And with that, they move you again. They are manhandling you with ease. Steve's hands slide down under your knee, grabbing you there to push it closer to him and up in the air until you are on your back. The only thing that keeps you from the painful slamming is the brunette's hand on your shoulder blades. He makes sure you land softly on the wooden surface.

Your mouth opens again to ask them what they are doing, but the blonde footballer pushes your skirt up on your waist until your panty-covered pussy is in front of his lustful gaze.

"I knew it," he smirks, glancing up at his friend for a second. "I told you there is a reason you can't see the line of her panties, Buck."

"That's not true," the man behind you argues. "You said she doesn't wear anything."

"What?" You gasp. Even the thought of you teaching without panties makes you embarrassed and excited at the same time.

"Well, it's barely anything," Steve's stubbornness shows again. He reaches under the lace with his finger, knowing well enough that he slides through your folds in the process.

"But it's still something!"

Steve sighs. "Fine. I will pay you later."

"Did you bet on me?" You gasp.

"Oh, we have so much bet on you, Professor," Bucky replies. "And we will find everything out tonight."

"Yeah," Steve hums, kneeling down between your legs. "First, we will find out your taste. Bucky said you are sweet, but I'm sure you are even sweeter."

A straddled cry leaves your lips when he pushes your panties aside and flats his tongue against your pussy to lick you up. Your hole tightens, and you gush in his mouth, flooding his senses with your taste.

"I was right," Steve groans and dives into your count while Bucky busies himself with your shirt. He pulls it out from your skirt to unbutton it entirely. Soon, nothing hides your black bra, and he feasts on the view of your tits. His thumb ghosts over your nipple until it's hard under the pad of his fingertips.

"Boys…"

"Ah," Bucky tsks, shaking his head with feigned disappointment. "This world again." He leans above your other breast, licking the fabric and launching on your nipple. He sucks it in, soaking the lace with his saliva.

After a few flicks and licks, you are a dizzy mess, wanting to stop and begging for more. Your clit throbs between Steve's plump lips as he sucks the hard bud. The hand that doesn't hold your thigh is busy with your hole. He teases you, barely pushing his finger inside you before moving out. You know what he wants, and you are not ashamed to do it.

"Steve," you cry out his name. "Please."

"What do you want from Steve?" Bucky asks because his friend isn't willing to stop his sucking. He wants everything your pretty pussy can give.

"His fingers," you reply. "Please, Steve. Don't tease me anymore."

"Do you want to cum?" Bucky pushes your bra lower, letting your breast free to play with your nipples some more. They are so hard under his attention it almost hurts.

"Yes," you reply. "I want him to make me cum."

"You heard our sweet professor, Stevie. Make the lady cum!"

And he does. He pounds you with his fingers, focusing on your clit again until stars start to dance in front of your closed eyes. Your orgasm comes quickly and powerfully. It jerks your body, burning your veins and squirting your pussy.

You need a few moments to come up from the blissful blackness, and when you do, their words get clear in your ears.

"Did you see that?" Steve gasps in awe. "It's so sweet, Buck. She is so sweet."

"Do you think I could do it with my cock?"

They talk about you, so casually as if you aren't even under them, bare and sensitive. It surprises you how much it makes you crave more.

"Oh," Steve smirks when he feels you tightening around his finger. "I think Miss Y/L/N wants to try it."

"Then let me there, punk."

They switch places, and soon, Bucky is between your legs while Steve smirks down by your side.

"Do you want to taste yourself, Miss Y/L/N?" He asks smugly. His face glints with your juices, and his lips are red and swollen. He doesn't even wait for you to answer. Leaning down, Steve kisses you again, pushing his tongue inside your mouth so you can taste your wetness coating his face. Meanwhile, Bucky unbuckles his pants, taking out his cock to jerk off the view of you making out with his best friend, your legs still wide open. Your pussy drips with your juices.

"Do you like it, Miss?" Bucky grins when Steve straightens himself, following his friend's lead and taking out his hard erection. The tip of his cock is red and glints with precum. A vein runs at the underside of his shaft, disappearing behind the white fabric of his pants. Bucky's hands on your thighs are the only thing that keeps you from leaning close and drawing the bluish line with your tongue.

"I think our dear prof is too busy to answer," Steve chuckles, playing with his cock under your heated gaze.

"We should turn her around," Bucky hums. "I really wanna tap that ass."

You don't even react when they manhandle you again. You let them turn you on your stomach and take off your panties. It didn't hide much anyway.

You look back over your shoulder when the brunette speaks up again. "I will keep it," he says as he puts the thin lace in his pocket.

"Hey," Steve grunts. "I wanted it."

"You can have another one."

"Another?" You ask, shocked, but again, they don't answer. Bucky is too busy gliding the tip of his cock through your wet folds, and Steve positions himself in front of your face. His cock points at you so close you could lick him.

"She is so warm," Bucky groans, sliding his shaft against your slit. He coats his cock with your wetness, enjoying the softness of your pussy.

"Yeah?" Steve hums. "I bet she is warm somewhere else too." He cups your jaw, pulling on your lower lip with his thumb. "What do you say, Miss? Do I get a reward?"

Not bothering with words, you open your mouth, letting him slip inside your warm channel.

"Oh, god," Steve groans. He braces himself on the desk while his other hand takes hold of the strands of your hair.

"Are you ready, Prof?" Bucky's voice is tight and dry behind you. "Are you ready for my cock?"

You hum with Steve's length still in your mouth. You move your arm to grab the base of his cock. Your finger curls around it, and your mouth leaves the tip with a wet sound.

"Do it, Buck," Steve laughs again. "Can't you see that our favorite teacher is busy?"

You lick up on the vein, flatting your tongue on the tip, and suck it into your mouth again. You feel him jerk, and the man moans above you. You tease the soft skin with your warm tongue, soaking him in your saliva.

Meanwhile, Bucky guides his cock to your entrance, pushing against the hole, that he can't wait to feel around his aching erection.

"So tight," he rasps, forcing himself deeper. Your moan is muffled as he stretches you out. Your muscles burn, but the brunette gives you enough time to adjust around him inch by inch.

"So good," Bucky groans again. His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips. You are sure it will bruise, but you don't care. You are filled with Steve and Bucky on both ends, and it seems like it's enough to make you forget how to worry or even think.

Your breathing is heavy, and you can hear the beating of your heart in your ears, suppressing the filthy noises the two men make as they slide in and out of you.

"I don't know how long I can do it," Bucky warns, lifting you off the table for a second to reach his hand under you. His fingers slide to your clit, flicking and pinching the sensitive bud.

"Me neither," Steve replies. His head falls back as you suck him in more, hollowing your cheeks and gulping around his throbbing cock.

They use you and fuck you into oblivion. At some point, you don't even dare to move, afraid you would hurt Steve in the process. Your eyes roll back, and saliva drips down your cheek. The wet noise of Bucky pounding into you fills the hall, mixing with your moans and grunts. Your nerves are in flames, and the hot coil in your lower belly is almost too much to bear.

"She will cum," Steve groans. "And I will too."

The blonde wants to ask you where you want it, or he should use his own hand but hearing his words, you suck him in deeper.

"Oh, holy…" he gasps. Every word dies on his open lips.

"I feel it." There is an awe in Bucky's tone. He can barely hold himself up when he feels you tightening around him. Your walls shudder on his cock, milking him into the mess of your hot pussy.

Pleasure washes over you in waves that knock you out for a few seconds. Your body jerks, your muscles contract, and the men cum inside you with such power it almost forces them to their knees. They pump you full until their seed drips down your hole and mouth. Your lungs ache since you can't remember how to breathe anymore. They are the only thing that keeps you grounded.

"Are you okay, Miss?" Steve kneels in front of you with that sweet curve of his lips that you know well enough. He smiles at you like this every time you praise him after a good answer.

"What?" You groan out. Your throat burns, and it feels like he is still inside you.

"It's okay," he replies, caressing the side of your face. "We will help you."

And with that, the two footballers take care of you softly and carefully while you try to win back your clear mind and strength. They clean you and adjust your clothes until you are presentable again. Your insides are still quivering, but at least you can keep your weight as you stand up.

"What do you say, Prof?" Bucky speaks up when all three of you are leaving the lecture hall. The cheeky curve on his plump lips is back, but hunger still shines in his steel-blue eyes. "We could have a trick or treat at your place."

"And we sure have to do some plus work to keep our good grades," Steve adds teasingly. Both of them have a lot of plans to earn your affection and good grace, and they can't wait to show it to their favorite professor with the sweetest smile and pussy.

You should say no. You should stop this whole thing and forget what happened. It's not right.

"Alright, boys."

"Boys!" Bucky gasps, swatting your ass.

#stucky x reader #stucky x reader smut #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes smut #kinktober 2022 #marvel imagine #avengers imagine

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thornsnvultures · 2 years

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ooey gooey ♡

Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Every morning, Bucky comes to your store for terrible coffee and maybe something a little sweet on the side.

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: fluff, pining, lots of food talk, fingering, dirty talk, pet name (sugar), mild angst, Sam's a little shit but a great (accidental) wingman :3c

a/n: this was written for @buckysbirdie 's #BirthdayBashWritingChallenge 💖 and the prompts I picked were: "🍦 Waffle Cone: Bucky Barnes 🪵 Moose Tracks: Lumberjack 🍮 “I have to leave.” 🍩 “Rock paper scissors for it.” 🌰 “Don’t get shy on me now.” 🍓 Mutual pining 🍫 Friends to lovers"

Birdie, this was so much fun to write, I hope you like it! 💖

a/n 2.0: unbeta'd, moodboard by me, edited by me. if you see any mistakes, no you didn't :)

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Your lumberjack was here again. Well he's not yours exactly, but a girl could dream.

Every morning Bucky Barnes would roll up to your small town's only general store in his big red pick up truck before work at the lumber yard. And every morning you would watch from your perch behind the counter as he'd meander through the short shelves in search of the ancient coffee maker. The coffee that machine produced could only be described as sludge, but he filled a cup to the brim every morning without fail.

You'd told him on more than one occasion that you admired his iron gut for being able to withstand it day in and day out. His usual response was that it was strong, that it put some extra hairs on his chest. Then he would puff said chest out and thump it with a closed fist and the two of you would laugh while your thighs clenched together at the thought of running your fingers through whatever amount of hair really did reside on his thick chest.

You never saw him in less than a thermal Henley or his thick fleece lined coat. Yes, even in the summer time he wore long sleeves. What hid underneath those layers was another in a long list of mysteries you wanted to unravel about the gentle giant.

Most mornings you were the only one who spoke out of the pair of you. Rambling about your weekend plans, past or future, or whatever hijinks your precious cat Turkey had gotten into the day before. But Bucky was always there, listening intently like whatever you said would be the most interesting thing he'd hear all day.

"Ms. Linda said she needed help setting up for Bingo Night at the VFW hall so of course I offered to help since her husband was so generous fixing the hole in the awning above the stoop."

Bucky poured a generous amount of creamer into his cup of sludge. He may boast about not minding the taste, but you saw how many fixings he added every morning.

"Bingo Night, huh? I could see you up there calling numbers for all those old biddies," he smirked at you as he popped the lid on. "It's a shame I can't come, maybe I could've gotten lucky."

A laugh bubbles up and out of you before you could stop it. He can't be serious. He can't be...flirting?

Bucky Barnes does a lot of things. Takes the trash out for his elderly neighbor, offers to shovel the stoop out front of the store when the weather gets rough, and drinks the garbage coffee you make every morning, among many other things. But one thing he's never done before was flirt with you.

You don't know how to respond. You've always liked the man but he's never shown any interest in return. Never taken you up on an offer to get drinks or visit the actual coffee shop in town that makes actually good coffee.

So instead, Bucky's been a good friend. A good, kind friend that had no interest in you in a sexual way. Which was fine. But that kind of talk coming from him out of the blue was baffling.

Why is he flirting with you now after all this time?

The bell above the front door jingles, pulling your attention from his eyes watching you above his styrofoam cup.

"Buck, c'mon we gotta get a move on." Bucky's friend and coworker, Sam, stands in the doorway tapping the silver watch on his wrist.

"Sammy, why're you rushing? Got a hot date?"

Sam laughs and shakes his head.

"No, ma'am. Me and 'loverboy' here have to get in this truck and get a move on. Got a delivery up north to make."

If Sam sees the shocked look on your face, he doesn't say anything about it. You're too shocked to even comment on the 'loverboy' nickname he gave to Bucky just now. Bucky never goes out on the road anymore. Not since the accident that took his arm. He doesn't talk about it much, but everyone else in town sure does. How he had been on the road too long on his own and fell asleep at the wheel. You stopped listening then, when anyone but Bucky decides they have a right to tell his story. Like somehow he died that night and his ghost haunts the lumber yard.

Sam reaches in front of Bucky and grabs the last Ooey Gooey butter cake from the stand by the register.

"Now wait a minute-"

They're Bucky's favorite, he always grabs one before he heads out in the morning.

Sam halts at the door and turns around, slowly beginning to unwrap the package.

"Rock, paper, scissors for it," Bucky practically shouts over the rustling of plastic wrap.

"Bucky, you don't have to-"

Before you can finish your sentence the cake is back on the counter and the men, boys really, are pounding their fists and chanting the words to the game. Bucky's metal fingers open to the shape of a pair of scissors while Sam's stay closed to form a rock.

"Eyyy! Better luck next time, champ." With a smile pointed your way and a, "see you in two weeks," Sam slaps two dollars on the counter and heads back to the truck parked outside.

"Damn."

Bucky looks so cute when he pouts. He'll argue and say he doesn't pout but how else would you describe the way his pink lips purse and the space between his eyebrows crinkles? He's a pouter for sure.

You tell him to wait there for a moment. You've got something better for him in the back. His eyes roam your body like he's searching for...what? You don't know. You're not sure if you want to know with the way he's biting his lip.

You make your escape to the back room just left of the counter and Bucky can't help but follow. Like if he takes his eyes off you for one moment you'll disappear.

It's dark in the storeroom, only enough sunlight to illuminate the desk and chair in the makeshift office that takes up half the space. The other half is full of boxes of snacks and other necessities waiting their turn to be stocked on shelves.

You quickly grab the box you were looking for and turn, bumping into a curious Bucky in the process and spilling half its contents onto the floor.

"Oh shit. I'm sorry, sugar."

Bucky hurriedly bends down to help you pick up the contents of the box. Did he just call you "sugar"?

"It's...fine. Thanks, Buck."

In your arms is a cardboard box full of the butter cakes that Bucky grabs every morning with his coffee.

"Is that..."

"Take them."

Bucky reels back, and that cute crease between his eyebrows returns.

"All of them?"

"Well," you shrug, "Sam said 'two weeks' right? How many do you want for two weeks?"

"Sugar, I can't take that many."

You nudge the box into his arms which he accepts reluctantly.

"If you take all of 'em you won't have to fight over them with Sam."

"He can't have any."

"Bucky!"

You laugh until you realize he's not joking. In fact, Bucky looks quite serious.

"Not if they're from you. He can't have them."

The blue of Bucky's eyes are dark, murky like the lake that sits a few miles outside of town.

You didn't think he would be so possessive over a box of sweets. Or that your kind gesture would mean so much.

"Bucky?"

The box falls to your feet, spilling packaged cakes onto the floor again. But you're not worried about picking them up this time because Bucky's suddenly on you, his hands on your face and walking you backwards and into the desk at your back. You don't even mind the pain when your butt bumps the wooden edge when you feel Bucky's lips on yours.

His stubble is prickly against your skin and he tastes like burnt caffeine but you can't get enough. The rough pads of his fingers caress your cheeks, years of hard labor imprinting on your skin through his touch. The metal of his left hand is colder than you were expecting, but only on his fingers. His palm is warmed slightly from holding his coffee, a meek simulation of the warmth pouring off his right.

You don't think you'll ever forget how he lights up your senses. How he sounds when you slip your tongue past his lips to curl around his. How he shivers when you run your hands up his chest and around to the back of his neck where his hair is short and bristly under your fingernails.

Suddenly you're being lifted, placed on the desk behind you with a gentle thud.

"You don't know what you do to me, sugar. So damn sweet."

His hands are on your waist now, his fingers digging into the dips of your curves to pull you closer so he can nip and lick at your neck, your jaw. He's starving for you and all you can do is roll your head back to give him space to feast.

"I should've given you that box sooner."

Bucky's breathy chuckle blows past your ear and sends a shiver down your spine. Your gasp spurs him on, moving to lift your baggy work t-shirt up before you stop him.

"Everything okay? Don't get shy on me now."

You run your hands across his shoulders marveling at how massive he is, how small he makes you feel. How safe. But you're unsure and Bucky can tell.

"I've wanted you for so long, sugar, just thought you could do better than someone like me."

His shoulders shrug under your palms. You want him too, so badly.

"Bucky that's not -"

"I know, I know it's silly. But I've been seeing someone. A therapist," he rushes to clarify when you raise an eyebrow at him. "She said I deserve things that make me happy. That what happened to me doesn't mean that I'm too broken to be happy."

Bucky leans into your hand on his cheek as he speaks. His eyes are searching yours and you hope he can see the love you hold for him there. And you do, you love him. As much as you can from seeing him every damn day for the past two years. He's grown so much since he came back home after the accident and you're hoping you're on his list of things that make him happy.

"You do deserve those things, Bucky."

His fingers trace a pattern you can't decipher under your shirt.

"Do you know why I come in here every morning?"

"Is it not for the coffee?"

"To see you."

He presses a kiss into your palm.

"I see you and the rest of my day is sweeter for it, sugar. The only thing better would be seeing your pretty head on the pillow next to mine when I open my eyes every morning."

You'd damn near slide off the table if Bucky didn't have a hold on you.

"Now, I want to feel you before I'm gone and losing my mind in that cab with Sam for two weeks. Will you let me, sugar?"

"Yes. Please, Bucky."

Your shirt is on the floor by the time you're finished speaking and Bucky's ripping your leggings down. It's good you have a spare pair of sweatpants in your locker just in case because they're definitely ruined.

You don't care if you have to work naked if Bucky's keeps mouthing at your chest the way he is now. The delicious burn of his stubble offset by the hot, wet suction of his mouth around your nipple is driving you insane. Your hands tug at his cropped hair, your body shaking with the force of your need for him.

"Bucky, please. T-touch me."

He doesn't waste any time teasing, just pushes your ample thighs open and presses a finger to your weeping slit. You cry out, grinding against his finger as he marvels at how wet you are already.

"All this cream for me, sugar?"

"Fuck, yes Bucky. It's yours."

He kisses you, stealing the moan that pours from you when he sinks his fingers past the lace covering your pussy.

Bucky groans, pulling away from your mouth to stare down at your puffy lips. His fingers circle your hole and he can feel you clenching around nothing, begging for him to fill you. But not yet.

Instead he slides his two fingers up and circles the swollen bud of your clit. The pressure and the wet sound it makes has you writhing on the desk, clawing at Bucky's arm as he works you over.

"That's it, sugar. My fingers feel good?"

"Yes," you can't help but shout.

Belatedly, you realize that the front door of the store isn't locked and anyone could walk in and hear, or even see, the two of you like this. It should make you push Bucky away and straighten yourself so you don't startle some poor shopper but if anything it makes your gut curl tighter. More of your juices spill and you don't hold back your cries of pleasure.

"So loud, sugar. What if someone saw you like this, huh? Coming so pretty for me, making a mess all over this desk."

Bucky shoves his two fingers inside you and you cry out even louder. Gripping the desk beneath you for dear life as he pumps into you hard and fast, finding that spot deep inside you that you could never reach. He curls his long, thick fingers into it and your eyes roll back.

"Listen to how wet you are. Give me what I need, sugar. Come for me."

Bucky's fingers pump into you two more times before you're screaming, pulsing around his digits until you can't move anymore.

You watch as Bucky slides his fingers free and into his mouth, sucking up your juices like the most delicious candy treat he's ever had.

His light touch makes you jump when you feel him slide your panties back in place.

"What about- "

"When I get back. Can't leave Sam waiting for me out there longer than I have. I already get enough of his teasing over you." Bucky smirks and tugs on an exposed nipple.

"Hey! That's not my fault!" You laugh and smack his chest.

Bucky laughs and grabs your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm and placing it over his heart.

"I have to leave, sugar."

"Come back to be, Bucky. I'm not done with you."

You're smiling but there's worry in your eyes.

"I'm not done with you either," Bucky winks. "And I'll be alright. Sam will be with me. He's a pain in the ass but I trust him with my life."

You sigh and lean into his chest, soaking up as much of his warmth and his scent before he has to leave.

"I'll call you. Every morning no matter where I am on the road. I'll call and we can talk while I eat my favorite breakfast," you smile when he points to the discarded box on the floor.

"Sounds wonderful, Buck," you press a kiss to his pec right above his heart. "And if you get lonely at night in those dusty, old motel rooms you can call me too."

He scoffs and smiles at your cheeky grin.

"Jesus, maybe my sugar ain't as sweet as I thought she was."

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Chapter Thirteen - You’re finally awake

Bucky Barnes Mob AU x Femme Reader

You're hard at work in Pepper's Bakery when notorious mob boss James 'Bucky' Barnes darkens your doorway one typical afternoon, and life is never the same again

Warning: I’m sorry 🥺

18+ - see Masterlist for full list of warnings

Chapter 14

Series Masterlist

Bucky pulls out of you and flops back onto the pillows as he catches his breath. You’re still half collapsed in front of him, the cool organic cotton of the sheet against your face grounding you and bringing you back down to earth.

You can feel his spend leaking from you, seeping down your inner thigh. He gets impatient with your recovery and grabs your waist like a ragdoll, pulling you upright against him. You sigh contentedly as two thick fingers grip your chin, turning you to face him. He carefully moves a strand hair out of your face as he studies you. He notices the flush of your cheeks, the faint layer of perspiration, the heavy breathing. Happiness and satisfaction rises within him.

“Still with me, Doll?” he whispers.

You nod weakly . “Just need a second…”

You turn and get to your feet but a metal hand clamps around your arm and pulls you back down into the bed with a thump. You roll your eyes as you bounce off the mattress.

“Bucky, I need the…”

“Not yet” he barks and wraps his arms around you protectively, kissing your crown. You’re locked in his embrace, your back against his chest and his arms across your torso. You lean back into him, letting him kiss your neck. You’re not a big post-coital cuddler normally but can’t deny it feels nice.

You both sit like that for a little while and you feel your eyelids grow heavy as sleep catches up with you. You don’t really want to fall asleep sitting upright covered in his release, so tap two of your fingers on his hand and try to move forward to show your intentions. He grunts with dissatisfaction but begrudgingly releases you, and you patter over to the ensuite bathroom to go pee and clean yourself up.

Of course the bathroom is enormous, you’ve seen Brooklyn apartments smaller than this. Everything is sleek and marble, with a deep copper bathtub to your left. You briefly wonder if you’d have time to try it out tomorrow, but aren’t sure if Bucky is a wham-bam thank-you-ma’am type likely to kick you out on your ass before his morning coffee. Only one way to find out…

After finishing up you venture back into the room. You can hear Bucky before you see him, the sound of gentle snoring filling the space and you know he’s no longer in the land of the living. As you get nearer to the bed you see him curled up under the sheets on his side facing away from you. You can’t resist leaning over and stealing a peek. The big, bad mob boss looks like an angel while he sleeps and you revel in this rare moment of vulnerability, unable to stop yourself moving a loose strand of hair back behind his ear. You stroke his cheek, feeling the stubble rough against your finger, before gifting him a light kiss on the forehead. The affection you feel for him is almost overwhelming.

You settle down on your side salvaging as much of the sheets as you can (of course Bucky is a bedspread hog). The bed is luxurious and soft, like sleeping on a marshmallow. It’s not long before you feel yourself drift off. But then the weight in the bed shifts and he’s awake again and rolling over to you right as you’re dropping off to sleep.

“Doll…” he whispers in your ear.

“Mmm…What?” you reply sharply, annoyed at having your soon-to-be sleep disturbed. Your eyes stay closed. He wore you out, you're an empty husk!

“How about that date then, huh?”

“Now? Buck, I am barely conscious…” you groan.

“No idiot…next week. When are you free? Wednesday night?”

“Don’t call me an idiot…” you mumble into the pillow.

“Don’t act like one, then. Wednesday?”

“Okay, Wednesday” you surrender.

“We won’t do Gambinos. I know a cute little bistro near your place”.

“Sounds perfect. If I say yes will you let me sleep?”

“Yes”.

“Then yes. I’ll be there with bells on” you tease.

“Good” he whispers with satisfaction.

You reach behind yourself to clutch his face and affectionately ruffle his hair. Then you wriggle into a comfier position, scooping your hand under your pillow as you settle on your side. It’s fruitless as Bucky wraps himself around you from behind, pulling your head into his chest and lifting his leg to rest over yours possessively. You’re practically pinned underneath him.

“Buck…” you whine impatiently.

“Mmm?”

“C’mon, it’s like a million degrees like this…”

“Sorry my bed, my rules. Besides, if there are any monsters under the bed they’ll get me first. I’m helping you out”.

“You’re rich but can’t afford a monster-less bed?” you snap grumpily.

He laughs and kisses your shoulder. You finally relent, your hand running along his and pliantly allow him to hold you any way he wants as you both drift off.

The next morning you have a tiny moment of panic when you wake up in a strange bed and don’t recognise your surroundings, how much did you drink at the club exactly?

But then you remember.

Bucky. The club. The alley. The office. The car…coming here.

You smile to yourself as you remember what unfolded; the feeling of Bucky’s lips against yours, his expert hands playing your body as if they already knew the song, the euphoria of your orgasm…well…orgasms.

You turn on your side to face him, suddenly desperate to cuddle up with him and touch him. You were somewhat prickly last night, not a natural cuddler any way and someone who has relished the luxury of sleeping in a bed by herself for years…but you craved his touch now you were no longer sleep deprived.

But he was gone from his side, the space he’d left was cool. Your eyes flicked to the bathroom but the door was wide open and you could see it was empty.

No sign of him.

You wondered where he was as you found your purse on the floor and dug out your phone. No notifications, it was 10.34am. You used the bathroom and washed your face, catching yourself grinning in the mirror. You couldn’t believe you’d finally slept with Bucky, it had been everything you wanted and more.

You slipped back under the sheets and wondered if you should call his phone rather than wander around the house looking for him…you were still naked and God only knows which of his men you’d bump into.

Just as you pondered your next move, the door whipped open and he came striding in. Already dressed in a three piece suit, hair perfectly teased and looking like he’d been awake for hours. His handsomeness still caught you off guard when you saw him. You beamed at him.

“Morning gorgeo-” you started but he cut you off.

“You’re finally awake” he said, his voice monotonous. “I thought I was going to have to get a foghorn”.

You flinched at the hardness in his tone.

“I’m sorry, it’s just we went to sleep late and..” You found yourself babbling.

Something seemed to have shifted with him, he was tense, tetchy, short. Wanda would say he was giving off a bad energy. He seemed almost a different person from last night.

“Do you have all your stuff?” he asked impatiently. “Sorry to be a dick, but I have a lot of work to do today”. He looked at you expectantly.

“Oh!” you uttered in surprise, suddenly embarrassed at your nudity and holding the sheet close to your chest. “Uh...I’m sorry…one moment…”

You turned away from him as you wriggled back into yesterday’s underwear and dress. It felt silly to be shy in front of him after last night but he was being so…off…and it made you felt self-conscious in the cold light of day. He cleared his throat uncomfortably as you got dressed. You found your shoes and your purse and headed to the door.

He hovered his hand over your back as he walked you downstairs but it felt awkward and chaste, a stark contrast to his protective grip on your waist from last night. You passed several of his men who gave you acknowledging looks as you walked through the house. It suddenly hit you that you were one of many they must see do this walk of shame, all blurring into one faceless woman.

Sam gave you a warm smile and a wave as he passed you at the front door and attentively asked how you were. You nodded back at him and felt a pang of hurt that Sam was being nicer to you than Bucky was.

Bucky ushered you outside. “Nobody has time to drive you home. I’ll get you a cab” he said bluntly, tapping on his phone as he opened Uber.

You stood in silence at the entrance to the house, your eyes welling with tears. What had changed in the last few hours? Had you done something wrong?

“So I’ll see you on Wednesday night?” you ventured. “Looking forward to trying out that Bistro”.

Bucky grimaced without looking up from his phone. “Uh…sorry, might need a rain check for Wednesday. Just so much going on, y’know? Sorry babe. Another time”.

Babe? Since when did he call you babe?

You just nodded pathetically.

“Should be here in a few minutes” he told you as he slid his phone back into his pocket.

You nodded again.

“Sorry we didn’t have time for breakfast. I thought you’d be up before now” he sighed.

You felt a ripple of mortification as you imagined him irritated, pacing the house and waiting for you to get up while you snored away obliviously. So much for trying out that bath tub.

He reached into his wallet and pulled out a fresh bill.

“Get yourself a coffee and some breakfast on me” he said, his voice deadpan as he handed you the money.

It was a fifty dollar bill.

You feel your face flush, hurt bubbled up within and you could feel it boiling into anger in real time.

“Please don’t try to give me money after you fuck me and kick me out your house” you snarl through gritted teeth as you bat his hand away.

“Excuse me…?” he replies incredulously.

“I get it. You were all sweetness and light last night and now you’ve got it out of your system and seen me naked you don’t need to be nice anymore. But don’t offer me money” you mutter.

Bucky scoffed, his Brooklyn drawl suddenly thicker. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

“I’m a piece of work?” you snap.

“Yeah, you. Last night you practically tell me to fuck off so you could sleep as far away as you can and now you’re annoyed I can’t spend my entire workday waiting for you to get out of bed?”

You turn to him, your eyes wide in anger. “I was just tired, Bucky! I wanted to sleep. It was nothing to do with you! And if I remember rightly I fell asleep in your fuckin’ arms in the end so how does that work?”

“Don’t brush me off and then get annoyed when I don’t roll out the red carpet treatment” he snaps. “I’ve got other stuff to do”.

“You know what? Fuck your Uber, I’ll get my own” you storm off towards the gate as you suppress your tears.

“Thank-you for the kind hospitality, James!” you snipe back at him as you barge past the guards and out onto the street.

Bucky scoffs as he stands alone on his porch, sighing to himself.

When Bucky woke up this morning it was a bit after 8am. The sun was pouring in through the blinds but you hadn’t risen yet. Sometime in the night you’d rolled away from him and were back on your side at the edge of the bed, snoring lightly. He smiled at your sleeping form, then reached out and ran a finger along your exposed back. You were so lost in sleep that you didn’t even stir.

He wanted to reach out and pull you to him. He was so delighted that he’d finally got to this point with you. It had been weeks if not months of foreplay in the bakery and he’d dreamed of this moment for so long. Then there was the whole business with the tailing you which he can admit he fucked up…and the date, and he’d been so hurt. You had your revenge. But then you fell into his lap again at the club and it felt like fate. He’d been so angry when he’d seen that creep forcing himself on you at the bar, all he wanted to do was protect you and keep you safe. Show you who you should be with. Your lips on his in the upstairs office were like a fantasy coming true.

And then back at the house. Fuck, he’d never experienced anything quite like it. You were so beautiful and he’d never felt chemistry quite so intensely or innately before, he never wanted it to end. It was easily the best sex of his life. He’d become tired with the conveyer belt of girls he met at the club. They were nice, pretty of course, but aside from the fleeting pleasure it had become…boring. Uninspired. Generic.

Not like you. You who challenged him, who made him laugh, who had kissed his scars and caressed his prosthetic and told him he was beautiful. He wanted to hold you and never let you go. He often thought about the mischievous look you’d get in your eye when you were about to tease him. Now he would think about your face as you came, biting down on your lip as your eyes squeezed shut. You had him eating out the palm of your hand.

But a doubt niggled away at him. Last night after you went to sleep you seemed exasperated with him, brushing him off and putting physical space between the two of you. You were probably just tired and not a big hugger – nothing wrong with that. But part of him worried he’d overplayed his hand. Maybe you weren’t as into him as he was to you, maybe you just wanted to go home with someone last night and he just happened to be there.

Bucky Barnes always called the shots. He was always the one in control. He was rarely on the other side of that, and he didn’t like it one bit on the few occasions he found himself there. It’s how he got to the top.

Besides, the truth was that his feelings for you scared him. Despite how good they made him feel, they also made him feel weak, and he didn’t like weak. Didn’t do weak.

He also knew that his world wasn’t your world, he didn’t want to taint your life with the edges of violence and corruption. Deep down, somewhere, he knew he probably didn’t deserve you.

Maybe it would be best if he pulled back a bit, took back control from you and readdressed that balance. Remind you who is calling the shots here.

So he had been cold to you. And it was so hard at first, especially when he saw your big smile as he came back in, your face framed by the morning sun, happiness pouring out of you at the mere sight of him.

He wasn’t worthy of that smile.

And so he continued, treating you like he would any girl from the club and throwing you out. It wasn’t that hard to tap into that part of him as he’d done it hundreds of times before, it was just muscle memory at this point.

But your face. His heart had ached when he saw the hurt in your expression, your utter disappointment in him. Your eyes wide and wounded. He wanted so badly to take it back, to tell you he’d made a mistake, tell you he wanted to spend the day in bed with you holding you hostage with intense orgasms. That he loved being with you, and that life seemed better when you were around.

Still, it was for the best.

That’s what he told himself, anyway.

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hotreadingwitch · 4 months

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MADE TO LIE - the gallery

BUCKY

“Yes, we went,” Bucky heard Y/n’s voice echoing in the bathroom as she attempted to talk to Natasha and Wanda on the phone quietly, the one-sided conversation slowly getting louder and louder, “No we didn’t. Do I what? Wanda calm down—Maybe…but I’d never admit it to him…”

“Y/n, you know I can hear every word you’re saying right?” Bucky called out from where he sat on their bed, trying, but failing really, to relax before they had to leave.

“I’ve got to go” he heard her whisper hastily into the phone, “Yes, yes I’ll talk to you later”

The door to the bathroom slid open revealing Y/n in a fluffy white robe with the golden emblem of the hotel on it. Bucky raised an eyebrow at her.

“You really heard everything?” she said sheepishly, bowing her head.

“Would it make you feel better if I told you no?”

“Probably not”

“Then yes”

Y/n ran a hand through her hair. The silence grew.

“You’re close with them huh? Natasha and Wanda?”

“Yeah, I am” Y/n seemed to relax at this, “I love them, they’re like sisters to me”

“Well, I’m glad you have them. I’m learning it’s important to have people you love around you”

“You’ve got Steve and Beatka” she smiled before a short giggle slipped out, “And Sam of course”

“Steve and Beatka, yes. Sam, no.”

“C’mon, you love him really”

He shook his head, suppressing a laugh, “I tolerate him, that’s more what it is”

“Sure, that’s it” Y/n chuckled lightly, “Whatever helps you sleep at night”

“By the way” he started, “We should probably get going soon”

“Okay let me just slip my dress on” She went back into the bathroom, closing the door a crack as she changed.

In a flash Y/n was back out in the bedroom, looking even more stunning than before, if that was even possible, a waft of sensual perfume overwhelming Bucky’s senses. His thoughts raced as he took in her sparkling black mini dress that was embroidered with intricate designs of silver and gold and the matching dangling earrings she wore that were so long they just barely touched her shoulders. The memory of her warm neck beneath his lips practically made him shudder.

“Bucky?” her voice brought him back to Earth, “Are you alright…?”

He hadn’t realized how heavily he was breathing, “Yeah. Fine.” This woman is going to be the death of me.

He stood up from the bed, already dressed in his suit and tie, trying as subtly as possible to re-adjust himself. Thankfully, if she noticed she didn’t say anything.

“Let’s go”

Y/N

The Guggenheim towered over them as they walked through the glass doors and into the gallery. Following the slow trickle of other black-tie-dressed guests, they made it to the private event space that was being rented for the night’s social event. Holding out his hand for her to take, which she quickly did, Y/n gazed around the room, immediately searching for the Cranes. She could sense Bucky doing the same.

“Something’s wrong…” Y/n said quietly as she took a flute of champagne from a suited server passing by, blending in with the other high-society attendees.

“I know” he affirmed, then playfully taking the lone glass from her and taking a sip, before getting serious, “They aren’t here…yet”

Y/n opened her mouth to speak into the headpiece before remembering she wasn’t connected to the other Avengers via earpiece or cameras tonight. Tony had thought it was casual enough, safe enough, that they wouldn’t need the team’s help, especially since they had quote-unquote “mostly proved their romance already.”

“Let’s mingle then, we should blend in at least” Y/n suggested, tugging on the crook of Bucky’s arm.

From that moment, they spent the next hour at least chatting with philanthropists and socialites, many of whom it seemed rivalled Bucky in their old age, though none looked quite like him, of course.

“Mrs.Henderson,” Y/n greeted with a genuine smile. Betty was one of the few in this crowd that Y/n actually knew from her own, more subtle work with certain charities. After escaping her father, escaping her past life, she was committed to providing as much aid as she could to those who were living in difficult situations, like she had, who needed help, resources, anything. She even donated to other causes as well, finding that the more she helped others, the more her own guilt eased. The truth was Y/n had been a criminal, whether she had liked it or not was another story, trained as a child to be a weapon for her father to exploit. Elena likely would’ve been the same if…Well, Y/n wouldn’t follow that thought, not tonight.

“You must be Y/n’s new partner, James is it?”

“That’s right ma’am”

Betty beamed, tilting her head conspiratorially toward Y/n, “And polite too, do tell Y/n, where did you find a gentleman like him?”

“Oh you know Betty, Stark’s more of a matchmaker than people give him credit for…it might even be his greatest talent,” this time she leaned in with humour dancing in her eyes, “But don’t tell him I said that”

She chuckled politely into her dainty hand, the diamond bracelet on her wrist likely more money than some of the priceless art in the gallery. With a huff she clutched at her chest, concern instantly taking over her features.

“Mrs.Henderson? Are you alright?” Bucky asked, with a small cough.

Y/n’s gaze flitted to him, noticing unnatural beads of sweat covering his forehead before looking back to Betty and noticing her paling face. Her eyes flicked back to Bucky just as they both said out loud,

“The champagne”

Shit.

People around them started to go down, scarily fast. One minute they were all standing, making polite chit-chat, the next they were all bodies covering the marble floor. Bucky stumbled beside her, uncharacteristically weak. Y/n kept him upright, using practically all her strength to do so, the super soldier serum being the only reason he wasn’t passed out like the rest of the guests.

“James” a sinister voice greeted, echoing across the piles of unconscious bodies, “Y/n”

Her gaze snapped to the podium at the front of the grand room where two figures had suddenly appeared. A red-headed man and woman, twins, assessed the situation with practically evil smiles. They were eerily calm.

“All this to get me back?” Bucky huffed, his tone dangerous and sarcastic yet loud in the quiet room.

“You are our strongest soldier, Barnes” the woman called out, her voice crisp, “you know we are who you belong with not these…Avengers”

“Was” Y/n corrected, a fierce look in her eyes.

Their gazes flicked to her as if they were just now noticing her presence, “Excuse me?”

“He was your strongest soldier, but he sure as hell isn’t now—you’re never getting him back again” she spat out.

The Cranes laughed cruelly. The woman then stepped forward, walking toward Y/n and Bucky from where she was in the large space.

“Y/n Y/l/n…James’ new ‘lover,’ tell me, what are you going to do about it?” she sneered, taunting her, “You’re no one, you don’t even deserve to be an Avenger. Why? Because you’re a fucking traitor. You betrayed your own family when family is everything we have. I hate to think what you’ll do to your team or when you’ll eventually abandon poor Buckyhere”

Bucky growled next to her, standing to his full height, despite the temporary poison seeping through his veins.

“Don’t you fucking dare” he emphasized the word, “Talk to her like that again if you value your life”

“And what are you going to do about it?” the man called out with a laugh.

“I don’t know Angelo…maybe shoot you again” Bucky taunted, “How’d that gunshot to the chest heal?”

Angelo growled in response.

“Very funny…” a cold voice boomed through the space, immediately sending a chill down Y/n’s spine.

Her head snapped in the direction of the voice only to find a gun pointed right at her.

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Silent treatment?!

Daddy!stucky x little! Reader

Daddy:bucky papa:steve

Summary: you had a really long week and you had a fight with the other littles (Peter and loki) but no one wanted to listen to your side of the story since you were so grumpy for the whole week

warnings!: angst, happy ending tho really mean daddy!stucky, reader is so sad in this story

I wrote this when i was sad so yeah ehehe hope u enjoy !! 🖤🖤

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You sighed and glupped at the way your room looked, it’s been a whole week and you didn’t even think about cleaning it you know papa gonna be super upset but you just can’t clean or even think about another work to do you just want to sleep .. After the party off course,

You were sitting on the couch patiently waiting for your daddy to be back with your clothes

“Baby girl why your room is so missy hmm?” Your daddy came from your room cause he was picking up your clothes since your were lost in your thoughts..

you looked up and glup nervously “you had a war in there?” Papa joked trying to make you smile but nothing works your in a bad mood today “sorry papa.. sorry daddy” you looked down nervously and start playing with your fingers and they smiled completely understanding that your went threw allot this week

“All good my baby but you must know that there’s no tv for a whole week alright?” Steve said after sitting on his knees just to be your level

“Yes daddy” you obeyed and he smiles softly “good girl” he removed your hair from your face and start dressing you

You are now setting on the couch in the living room waiting patiently for your daddy’s too finish getting ready

“my baby is such a smart one huh? Waiting Bucky said and immediately picked you up placing you in his hip, you smiled at the way he looked and giggle shyly “mm daddy is handsome” you said avoiding eye contact giggling shyly, he giggled can’t handle your cuteness and kisses your forehead “well you look beautiful too my baby” he whispered “hey what about me!”steve poked both of you in the side and giggled when you both flinched “ey!” Bucky reacted but you only giggled more covering your side “papa is also handsome” you smiled big with red cheeks making steve smile and kisses ur nose “thanks cutie” steve said

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After 2hours

You tear up flustered at peter and loki, they just had their cookies but now they just want you too share yours! It’s so unfair! you waited as the good girl you are until after dinner just too enjoy your cookie now you have to split it between you three! No way

“nu! Go ask wanda” you shook your head no and answered them annoyed and they just looked at wanda who was sitting next too her mommy just too eat in peace, you looked at wanada and smiled at her smart idea why don’t you go to your daddies!

You stepped back holding your cookie with both of your hands producting it from peter and loki then start running

Loki uses his magic and he was in front of you so you accidentally hit him with your body and he was on the ground tearing up so bad

“oh no!, Why y/n !! You so mean!!” Peter came too help loki and he yelled at you catching all the grownups attention and you immediately start crying silently closing your fist hard “no cookies for you! It’s mine!!” You yelled too only feel a big arm on your shoulder when you looked up you saw an upset daddy “y/n i need you too apologise too loki right now!” Your daddy said in stern voice and you just shock your head no flustered “y/n” papa said only to make you throw the cookie on peter and loki “i hate you!” You yelled and papa immediately picked you up “alright angry girl let’s talk in private shall we?”papa looked you straight in the eye and talked really angrily, you didn’t clean your room for a whole week and he let that slide just because he didn’t want to punish you, but you treating others like that wasn’t a good thing specially for your papa

“N-..no!! No!” You started hitting your papa’s chest weakly trying to push him away “y/n!” Your daddy yelled at your for the first time in months making everyone immediately go quiet even loki crys.. the last time he yelled didn’t end up well at all

You flinched and immediately stop moving “go to the naughty corner right now” daddy talked and steve put you down and you walked to the naughty corner and stand there facing the wall

“hey buddy you okay?” Bucky leaned down too loki and loki nod slowly hesitated, bucky helped loki up and wiped his tears “I’m sorry about y/n pushing you but she’s been super grumpy lately” bucky said and smiled gently “you had your cookie but i think you deserve another one for being so brave!” Thor talked and hand loki a cookie, loki split the cookie into a half and gave peter “Thanks loki your the best!”peter hugged loki happily making him giggle happily and everyone start smiling seeing loki happy again

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“y/n?” Finally after a long 20 mins someone said your name, you turned around slowly too see wanda smiling at you sadly since you have been crying silently for this whole time

“Your daddies said it’s time to go they are waiting for you outside” wanda said quietly and hugged you then immediately went to her mommy not waiting for your response

You walked slowly ashamed of something you don’t even know, you found your daddies and immediately start running for them happily but you immediately stopped when your daddy picked up a giggly peter and threw him up in the air, that was your game! How can your daddy do that

“papa?” You were in front of your papa but he was talking to clint.. why everyone is not looking or talking to you?

“Papa up ups pwease” you said and put your arms up and you put the biggest puppy eyes you can put but still no one gave you attention.. not only your daddies

“mmm..” you whimpered quietly and look around with teary eyes, everyone was busy with themselves and no one was looking at you or talking to you

“Get in” you daddy said after opening your door but he wasn’t looking at you he was looking at his phone

You decided too listen to him and you get in the car, you gonna explain to them everything on the way .. there’s no way they’re giving you a silent treatment! Not all of them this is so unfair!

You looked out from the window too see your daddies being so sweet to the others little hugging them goodbye .. you wanted a hug from everyone before you leave too!, you tried to open the door but it was locked, you knock on the window too get your papa’s attention but he only gave you his back completely , you swallowed hard trying not to cry and Ignoring your chest pain

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“Daddy.. papa i can explain please listen to me!” You begged but bucky turned the volume on the radio up so he can’t listen too you..

You were crying and rubbing your tired eyes, why they don’t want to listen to you just why! If they only told you the reason it would be much better then them staying quiet!

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You were now getting ready for sleep.. your daddies didn’t come yet.. you know too read you a story and cuddle you before sleep

You decided to get up and try to call them maybe they forgot, right?

“papa? Daddy?” You talked quietly only too hear loud music being played, you start crying silently and knocking the door

“Dats So mean!! Pwease listen ! It’s not fair u dunno what he did! “ you sobbed

After long 15 minutes you sat down in front of their door and look up tiredly

“mm papa? Daddy? Please cuddle me…i no need a bedtime story” You called but no one answered, you decided to knock the door but still no answer

You stayed in front of their door really quietly waiting for them to open the door ..

10 minutes no one answered.. 30 minutes still no one answered and you were really tired.. 3 hours later pass your sleep time .. no one answered

“I’m s-..sorry p..papa .. i..I’m so-..sorry daddy .. I’m s-..sorry I really m-..mean it p-..pwease t-..talk to me” you talked while sobbing uncontrollably and hiccuping, you walked to your room you didn’t close the door behind you just lay down and immediately slept

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you opened your eyes tiredly and looked at the time tiredly with teary eyes.. it was only 4am why your daddies is here? And why aren’t you in your bed?

“hey, your up?” papa’s voice was behind you and you felt his arms in your back

You turned around too face him, he smiled with red face and teary eyes

“I’m so sorry baby I shouldn’t have ignored you.. i threw all my stress at you that day” he cried a bit and pick you up and hold you tight in his lap and bucky hold you both tight now you were between their warm bodies

“W-..why I’m in here?” You asked confused and look up at them “because it’s been two days since the last time you were up” bucky said and smiled sadly

You looked around confused “h-..huh?” Two days? How? You just lay down? Two hours ago!

“We were dummies for not listening to our baby, right?” Bucky whispered and plays with your hair “Mm daddies are not dummies” you said while shaking your head no and hug them both and they immediately hugged you back smiling big “we’re so sorry” steve whispered in your ear and kissed the side of your head long and you smiled softly feeling happy butterflies on your stomach

“I forgive you” you whispered and look up at them and they both smiled big and hold you for the rest of the day! With so much cuddles and kisses

#daddy sebastian stan #daddy stucky x little reader #daddy bucky #daddystucky

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"Bunny & Clyde" The Bet

Sooooo y'all really like the previous Bunny and Clyde and my heart is so full ❤️ we are all sluts and I'm so fucking happy about it 😭

So I did another one... Hope you like it 😘

Warnings: Mob Bucky, Bunny is still cray, possessive Bucky, Is dancing for dolla a warning? Rough sex, cock warming, fingering, squirting..

Also dayum jlo

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You arrived at the club with Bucky in his fancy car. You had spent most of the journey straddling his lap, grinding against him as his hands smoothed over your body, his tongue explored your mouth. You both took turns biting and nipping at each other, your petulant attempt at dominance arousing and infuriating him all at once.

When the car came to a stop you were both breathless and horny. You pressed your forehead to his. "Urgh why did you have to work tonight? We could have gone to bed nice and early?" You pouted and wiggled your hips as he chuckled and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "I've gotta make money Bunny, keep you in those pretty dresses and shoes you like so much." You giggled and rolled your eyes, tugging at his shirt, "how much money is worth missing an early night with me?" He pulled you in for another kiss before moving to open the car door. "25 grand for one meeting ain't bad huh baby?"

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You dragged your heels as he lead you into the club and although you greeted everyone with a happy face, you weren't satisfied in the slightest.

When you reached Bucky's office you plonked yourself down in his chair and put your shoes up on his desk. Natasha who had joined you, and Bucky eyed you with amusement as you sat there pouting. "What's the matter Bunny?" Bucky asked, leaning on his desk to look at you. You paused for a moment and shrugged, "I can make 25 grand in a night.... It's nothing worth getting out of bed for... In my opinion." You shrugged again and looked at Natasha for support and she laughed, agreeing that Bucky was an idiot and perched on the arm of the seat, stroking your hair, making your purr at her. "I wouldn't leave any bed you were in, little Zayka." Bucky scowled and you smiled.

"I bet I can make more money than you tonight" you giggled at him and he frowned at you. Since you'd been his girl you hadn't been dancing because he was a jealous possessive man and you loved it. You spread your legs wider as you watched his face and Natasha chuckled behind you. "If I make more money than you tonight, I get your money and can do whatever I like with you all night long..." Bucky cocked an eyebrow, "and I get the same if I win?" You giggled, nodding as his eyes flicked to your heat and back to your devilish face. After a moment, and a big huff, he agreed.

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You kissed him goodbye as his guest arrived and rushed to the changing rooms to find yourself something to dance in and somewhere to top up your makeup.

You were greeted with hugs and squeals when your former colleagues saw you walk in and you explained your challenge against Bucky. Luckily one girl hadn't shown up so there was a slot on the main stage free for you to take in two hours time. That gave you time to work the crowd, offer some private dancers and earn some cold hard cash and beat Bucky.

You had never worked your ass so much in your life. You were the epitome of sexy as you floated through the club, bringing drinks, providing private dances and being the biggest flirt you could be, your sole focus to beat Bucky's grand total. It was a club full of rich and generous types, but you did worry you might have bitten off a bit more than you could chew when you'd finished your fourth private dance before your big number.

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You gave Natasha your tips to take care of while you changed and get yourself ready. As she sat at the bar and counted out your impressive stash of cash, Bucky joined her behind the bar and helped himself to a whisky. "How's my girl doing?" He said looking for you in the crowd, frustrated he couldn't see you immediately. "She's picked up ten grand" Natasha sounded impressed as she stacked up the cash as the music started pounding. "And I reckon she's about to pick up significantly more..."

You swayed onto stage as the cutest, sluttiness bunny anyone has ever seen. You wore a pretty pink lingerie set, sky high heels, some cute bunny ears and a little cotton tail, which no one could quite work out how it was staying in place.

You lip synced to your favourite dancing song, waving at some of your 'favourites' before your eyes caught Bucky's.

You twirled and spun around the pole and shook your body for the crowd as they whooped and cheered and threw cash onto the stage. Bucky stalked up to the stage and took a seat in front on you, and you couldn't help but giggle at his frowny face. The rest of the crowd didn't seem to realise who he was so they kept cheering and throwing money down as you spun round the pole before crawling along the floor towards him. You spun around giving him a perfect view of the bunny tail and how soaked you were at him watching you. Your dance finished with you laying in a pool of money, the crowd whooping and cheering as the lights went down. You glanced at Bucky who was clapping and stood up and leaned over you, slipping a note into your lacy bra and pressing a possessive kiss to your lips.

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You sat in Bucky's lap, his fingers dipping into your folds and playing with you as Natasha counted up your money. He was whispering all the things he was going to do to you because there was no way you'd beaten him. He was praising what a pretty bunny you were. How jealous he was that everyone had seen his Bunny dancing. You had promised him that no one had laid a hand on his Bunny and how you had been a good girl all night long.

He captured your lips in a soft kiss before Natasha slammed down your money on the table. "I'm amazed Bunny, I don't think I've seen a girl take this much cash in one night....ever." You bit your lip before smiling shyly at her, not being able to stop wiggling your bottom against Bucky's crotch. He rubbed your thighs and squeezed your tummy when Natasha got ready to make the announcement.

"Grand total.... $24,984..." She looked disappointed for you as you stared at her and gaped. "Are you sure Natty?" You whined and slumped back against Bucky as he pressed a kiss of commiseration to your cheek. Natasha nodded and stacked up the money and leaned over the desk to pinch your chin. "But you did amazing little Zayka" she cooed before leaving the office for Bucky to collect his winnings.

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An hour later you were home, back in bed, sat on Bucky's cock, he held you up by the throat as he fucked upwards slowly, mostly just forcing you to keep his cock warm for a moment, while he caught his breath.

Your pussy was throbbing and puffy from him previously making a claim to it, still furious at the idea of someone else even looking at your cunt. He had gagged you with your little cotton tail and your cheeks were soaked with tears.

"Imagine thinking you could beat me Bunny? What a stupid little cockslut you are... I'm the boss Bun Bun, let me try and help you remember hmm?"

He rolled you over, trapping your under his big body and he fucked you without mercy, your cotton tail gag falling from your mouth and you wailed, your hands clinging to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin and making him growl as you pressed harder and harder.

He pulled back, still pounding into you and you squealed. He squeezed your breasts and then placed a slap you your cheek. "Don't come Bunny. Hold it for me pretty baby, or I'll paint your ass red you hear me?"

You cried and moaned but squeezed your eyes shut and tried to think about anything other than how fucking good you felt. "Please Bucky, please.... Can't wait....please, please" you begged but he just pulled out and left you writhing in delicious agony.

"Oh hush bunny" he mocked,"don't be a sore loser..." You pouted before watching him sink two fingers into your folds and jerking. You screamed and clawed at him until he whispered "Come little slut" and you did, squirting over his arm and crying out his name. You couldn't twitching as he let go and leaned over you.

"That's my pretty bunny, got another couple in ya?"

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky imagine #bucky smut #bucky barnes smut #mob bucky barnes #mob!bucky #mobster!bucky #criminal bucky barnes

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