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winterarmyy · 2 months
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Kiss It Better
A series of random Bucky Drabbles that I can't let go but don't have the brain to make the whole complete plot of. 
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Summary: In which the reader refused to let Bucky go down on her lately because she's embarrassed of the chafing marks on her inner thighs.
Pairing: avenger!bucky x female!reader
Words: 3.2k++
Warnings: 18+ contents, no minors allowed, nsfw, cunnilingus, cum eating, soft fluff, not much of angst but there's sprinkles of feels, body insecurities, bucky is in love and in heat tbh, i think he is particularly unhinged and filthy in this one but hey, you tell me. idk if i need to remind y'all about this but english is not my first language so my grammar are prolly fucked. Anyway--
Inspiration: Guess who felt a little soft and decided to wear a skirt to work? Yup, that would be me. No, because I commute to work (or basically anywhere) and there is quite a distance of walking in between the journey. Note that your girl here walk fast asf (basically running at this point).  And because them inner thighs ain't got no gap between them, so i got myself some blisters/chafing :') then i fell into a self-deprecating despair for the whole day and it hurts whenever i walk, at that time i just want Bucky to kiss it better. Fast forward a few days later, here we are.
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She could feel it. His burning gaze following her every move. Observing, calculating. And she knew that must not show any signs of discomfort; not on her face nor from the slightest jolts of her hips. She must not gave him a reason to question her.
She can't.
So she continue walking around their room, back and forth from the bathroom to the wardrobe, as if every step she took was followed by a burning sensation on her skin. She momentarily stood in front of the row of clothes hanging on the rack, her back facing the bed where Bucky had been sprawling on since she went in for a shower.
Honestly, she was standing there suspiciously 'too long', as if she was choosing an outfit for a date night, when clearly she was just getting ready for bed. When she realized that, she quickly pulled out a clean set of pyjamas and walk back into the bathroom.
Bucky's eagle eyes followed her figure, disappearing behind the locked door. His lips pursed as his cogs of thoughts spins around, trying to find answer a question that his lover keeps avoiding but it was useless.
He can't think straight. Especially when he was undeniably famished. He had not got a taste of her his sweet pussy for about 2 weeks now and he was quite literally about lose his fucking mind. 
When his sweetgirl refuses to go further than kissing and making out, of course he obliged. She has every right to 'no' and he respects her wishes. Then it happened again the next day. And the next. Then again, and again. 
Normally, people would've assumed that maybe she was on her period, and she is not comfortable having any sexual intimacy when menstruating. But, Bucky can tell that, that was not it. Because first of all, it was way too early for that time of the month, he knows her schedule.l very well. Second of all, he would've smell the blood if she was on her period.
Most of his senses are enhanced after all.
So, why was she avoiding it?
Bucky's is completely fine if sex was not something she wanted to do, but not even letting him eat her out? Now that's concerning. At least for him.
Because he needs her. He needs to suck on that needy little clit of hers, make it wet and swollen. He needs to lap on that sweet juices when she cums on his tongue.
Fuck. He's getting all work up now, thinking about it.
He swore that if this keeps going on, one of these days he might just spread his legs and fuck his fist on their bed while she's tied on a chair on the other side of the room. Maybe forcing her; seducing her, to watch his desperate cock become wet and messy would give her a clue of what he is feeling now.
Absolutely needy and deprived of that pretty little cunt of hers.
He was quite distracted with the filfthy thoughts until he heard the clicking sound of the bathroom door unlocked.
As she walked towards the bed, Bucky felt like his lungs stopped providing oxygen through his body, "Pretty." His eyes sparkled affection as the voice in his head echoed his thoughts. It wasn't that he have not seen her in those pyjamas before, he had. Many times in fact. The very same lavender set with tiny little cartoon cats printed all over the fabric.
The same ones that she wore when she came rushing to his side on one of those sleepless night. The time when she hold him close, distracting him away from the nightmare by asking the most random question of "You know, Bucky... These cats supposedly have the same expression, except for one. Do want to try and find it?"
He found it. It was near the hem of her right sleeve. And by that time, his nightmare was no where near his mind, the next thing he knew, he fell right back to sleep with her in his arms. It was his favourite pair of pyjamas that she ever worn.  Nothing compares.
A loving smile unconsciously appeared on his face when his lady threw a sweet smile at him as she walked toward the bed, "My baby's so pretty." He thought.
The grin on his lips lasted, but not for long. Especially when he saw the tiny frown on her face, the faltered steps and when he heard that brief sound of a painful hiss slipped out of her lips.
So the moment she sat down on her side of the bed, Bucky already had his hands on her. Arms instantaneously wrapped around her waist, before effortlessly pulling her back onto his sturdy chest.
She giggled gleefully from his sudden rush of affection  and that surely managed to trigger a chuckle out of Bucky. He hums and proceed to purr in crook of her neck, "What's wrong, baby?"
She could feel his throat rumbling at the back of her neck, "Did he notice it?". Her heart beat ever so slightly picked up its' pace but she planned to act like opposite of it, "Hmm? What do mean 'what's wrong'?" She asked.
Bucky can hear the change tempo coming from within her ribcage, he knew something was wrong, "I just want to know how are you feeling."  He pressed a long and tender kiss on the shoulder.
The warmth of his breath tickled her skin, "Now? Hmm. I feel very loved." She smiled dreamily as she closes her eyes.
Bucky left out a brief laugh at her response, this cheeky little bunny, "That's true, but how are you really feeling, hmm? Like physically?" He urges softly.
She thought about it for awhile; contemplating whether she should just tell him the truth or proceed to act like she okay. Well, she chose the latter, "Hmmm physically. In this position? Very comfy." She wiggled her body back into him, closing the non-existent gap between their bodies and gripping Bucky's arms around her a little tight.
Though her plushy ass was rubbing against his crotch just nicely, but the former winter soldier was not going to let that distract him from his mission. He needs to know what she's hiding behind that sweet smile, "Doll..." his voice was stern and she knew he was not having it.
His calling was only met with silence when she didn't reply verbally. Since she was looking down, Bucky cannot see the frown on face and the wobbling worries in her eyes. But he did picked up on the anxiousness of her heart; beating faster by the second.
"I..." her voice cracked at the first word she said, and Bucky knew he fucked up. He swiftly maneuvered her body to sit on his lap, facing him. His metal hand craddled her soft cheek, and his flesh ones gently caresses her back, "Hey hey hey, doll, what's wrong? Shit. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pressure you." His voice was laced with panic.
When she only had her gaze down, Bucky tenderly coaxed her, "Bunny, look at me." His hand guided her by the chin and when they made eye contact, he apologized again, "I'm sorry. I just want you to feel better. Forgive me." He leaned in a planted a kiss on her forehead. Then, her nose. And her cheeks, all over her face, muttering his words of apology.
She felt bad that Bucky apologized for something that was clearly not his fault. She's the problem in this situation. Her negativity, her insecurity was what drove her away from Bucky for the past 2 weeks. She knew that. And she knew it wasn't fair to him.
Knowing Bucky, he's probably blaming himself for her actions. And she didn't want that. She decided to tell him the truth, "I just..." Anxiety runs through her veins when she thought about it again. Would she be able to handle it if Bucky reacted negatively to her truth? Probably, not. "Just... promise that you won't be disgusted by it... Or get the ick from it."
Bucky frowned in confusion, "I don't even know what 'get the ick' means but I promise." He swore.
She let out a short laugh at his comment, causing him to smile along. Seeing how loving his gaze was, it gave her the strength to confess. She started with explaining how she had been busy at work this month. With launch of the new product, and her being one of th product manager, she was obligated to visit the branches around New York.
Bucky listened to words attentively, at first he thought maybe she was trying to say that she's been stressed lately. But then she started to explained about how she had been wearing skirts to work most of the days, because it was one of the their campaign's rules and Bucky does not think that 'stress' was what this would conclude to.
Nevertheless, he didn't lose his attention.
"But basically what I'm trying to say is..." She took a deep breath before continuing, "It's just... My inner thighs are chafed..." her voice was barely audible at the end of the sentence but Bucky caught it perfectly.
He thought about it for awhile before asking, "So, you mean to say that you got blisters on your inner thighs?" He wanted to confirm that his understanding was accurate.
She looked down in shame as she nodded to his question.
Bucky responded by pulling her closer, and kissed her forehead, "Aww doll. Is this why you've been avoiding me? Because it hurts? Why didn't you tell me earlier? I could've helped you. I mean I could help apply some meds or--"
Horrified at the idea of him seeing marks; the literal reminder of how fat she is caused her to blurt, "No!" She pushed Bucky away, eyes widen in horrid.
"No?" Bucky frowned quizzically at her intense reaction.
Realizing what she just had just done,  she composed herself, and spoke, "It's... it's not a pretty sight. And I don't want to show it to you. Plus, if my thighs are a little thinner than they are now. Then, this wouldn't happen. If only these thighs are not like... fucking fat as they are we wouldn't have to go through this. And you wouldn't need to hear all this. You wouldn't---"
Bucky knew that once she was in the state of insecurity, she self-deprecate herself like she was less worthy than the goddesss that she is. So, instead of arguing with her, he simply intercepted her rambling, "Show me."
She stopped the seemingly endless word-vomit, and titled her head to the side, "Huh? No. Bucky I just said--"
Bucky grabbed her by the waist and effortlessly lifted her off his lap and onto the bed, caging her  below him, "And I said... Show. Me." His tone was more like an order rather than a request.
She didn't dare to defy him, when his gaze was as rigid as they were now, so pulled her pants off; slowly, reluctantly. When the pants was at the last inches before it's completely off, Bucky took control and quite literally ripped it off from her.
The sudden action resulted to her body needing to hide itself from his darken eyes. Her thighs clammed together as a whine slipped from her lips. The friction of her wounds brushing against each other was burning her delicate skin.
Bucky quickly softens when he heard her pained voice,  he pushed himself off from her and kneeled on the bed before her. "Doll, please..." His hands gently squeezes the side of her thighs as he pleads, "...Let me see."
Slowly spreading her thighs apart, Bucky's eyes are now focusing on the red marks on her skin. His thumbs absentmindedly traces the area around the broken skin. He was so concentrated that he didn't say a word. And that only triggered her insecurity that she started to rambled something about how she will start going in a diet and she'll add more intense leg workout in her routine.
But her voice was only a muffled strings of incoherent sounds in Bucky's ears when he finally processed everything that happened from 2 weeks ago until now.
The realization hit him like a high speed train with a broken break system. Did she really turned him down because of this? Did she really starve him out because of this? Bucky let out a growl of disapproval when he abruptly pulled her by her calves, forcing her hips to lift from the bed. She yelped in surprised but she saw the look on his face,  "You..." he rasped.
Bucky placed her legs on his shoulders, letting it daggle on his back as he palmed sides of her thighs. He then, proceed to leave trails of kiss on her inner thigh, avoiding the irritating wounds on her skin, "You deprived me of my sweet little pussy because you think this..." he flattened his tongue and nibble on her softness of her inner thighs, "...would turn me off? That these thick, soft thighs that I love so much would bother me?"
He planted a delicate kiss on the marks before, "Well, guess what bunny?. You're absolute wrong. In fact, it's quite the opposite." His lips travelled upwards until it found her core. Bucky's nose flared at the scent of her arousal, "And oh my sweet babydoll, I'm going to eat your pussy until understand that. Then, I'm gonna do it some more because I am fucking starving." He pressed a firm kiss on her clothed pussy, causing the cotton to soak the juices that leaks from her hole.
"Look at that. Does your needy pussy wants some pampering too, hmm?" She could see the lust dripping down his ocean blues; the same ones that were usually bright but now were now noticeably darker.
Bucky's finger traces the slit of her pussy, rubbing her over the fabric of her panties, making patch of wetness spread even more. "Yeah? Does she want me to kiss it better? Make her feel good?"
She moaned softly to his touch, "Please."
That was all it took for Bucky to rip her panties apart as if it was made out of paper.  "Fuck, there she is. My sweet pussy." He brought his fingers over, widened the folds of her pussy. Even with minimal lighting, it was enough to show him the glistening pink flesh of leaking cunt, twitching and needing his tongue to explore her insides.
He was hungry of course, just simply looking at her pussy had made his mouth water and impossible for him to resist the urge of putting his mouth on the pretty little thing. "Hmm,," a sharp cry escaped from her lips as he blew on her little twitching nub. There was this glint in his eyes as he watched her try to buck up, cunt helplessly clenching around nothing.
Before she could beg for him, Bucky's tongue dipped in between folds. Pointed at first, from the entrance of her pussy up to her clit. The tip of his tongue swirl around the aching nub. A breath caught in her throat when Bucky repeat the same move but this time he flattened his tongue.
And then he does it again and again.
Bucky, is generally the larger man compared to anyone. He is tall and beefy. But he is especially big when he's in between her legs, gently devouring her wet pussy. Slow and long licks were his favorite, it allowed him to savor the taste of her. Always so sweet and he couldn't get enough of it.
With every flick Bucky's tongue assulting to her swollen bud, she couldn’t help but pull on sheets behind her, needy moans leaves her lips every time he explored her, teases her. Her body cannot stay still when the pleasure was taking her higher. But it was not a problem for Bucky to control. Whenever she tries to close her thighs together, he stopped her. He didn't want to irritate her wounds or cause any pain, so he kept pushing her thigh open as he nuzzle his face into her pussy.
"Ahhh fuck ,, that feels so good, Bucky!" She moaned his name as the overwhelming feeling of his wet and soft tongue gliding and rubbing on her core, guiding her to heaven.
And the salacious squelching noises to fill the room as Bucky laps and sucks on her clit. She was so wet that he could just shove his fingers up in her hole but he didn't. He won't. After so many days not tasting her, he want to only use his mouth.
Though the man barely spoke during these times, he’d much rather keep his mouth occupied with drinking up her juices or suckling on her cute little clit. But when he does. Fuck. Does he spill the most unholy things.
Bucky momentarily detached himself from her and rasped, "Gonna cum, babydoll? Come on, give it to me. Let me drink and lick your cum after." His metal fingers quickly finds her clit, swiftly started to deliciously rub it; just the way he knew she liked it. It felt so good that her tongued lolled out her mouth out of pure pleasure.
"Yeah, bunny. You're gonna let me clean you up with tongue so nice, so that you can make the same mess again and again. Cum in mouth, babydoll. Cum for me"
He delved right back where is mouth belongs, licking her clit into his mouth just to wrap his lips around the pretty pink bundle of nerves sucking it harshly.  She whined needily her hips started to move on its own accord, searching for more friction of his tongue, “ahh ahh! hmmmm,, s-so fucking good! ahhh,, So close!” she was seeing stars in her hazy vision from how good and dirty she felt.
Bucky's eyes almost rolled back when let out a groan of satisaction against her spread out cunt; he can feel that she was going to cum and want her to do it with his mouth latched on her.
And cum she did, moments after she couldn’t help but squeal as her back arched from the bed, grinding herself on his tongue. Bucky growled at the streams of cream squirting out of her throbbing cunt right into his mouth, down to his throat.
So sweet and warm and addictive.
While her whole body was still shaking from the aftermath of the mindblowing orgasm, Bucky continued to lick and lap on her leaking pussy, slurping and suckling every bit of cream she had blessed him with.
Yet he was still hungry.
She mewled when Bucky started to suck on her clit again and when she looked over at him, he momentarily pulled away, "oh doll, did you forget? I'm not going to stop any time soon. So just lay there, look pretty for me and let me enjoy this sweet little pussy."
End.
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A/N: Have you ever gotten your inner thighs chafed? Anyway, thanks for spending your time to reading my work! Leave your thoughts behind, I'd love to read them ♡
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sergeantbarnessdoll · 18 days
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Best Undercover Mission Ever » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier
Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female Reader
Summary: Bucky and Y/N go undercover as a fake married couple for a mission and things get steamy between the two of them.
Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, (f receiving), unprotected sex, riding, praise kink, size kink, Bucky’s dog tags, use of pet names
A/N: Y/N has the same fighting abilities as Natasha.
A/N #2: Thank you to @buckys-wintersoldier for helping me choose the middle picture for the aesthetics🩵
Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.
Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞
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“The file is where?” You asked Natasha through your ear piece.
“It’s in an office at the end of the hall on the top floor.” Natasha tells you.
You and Bucky are on an undercover mission as a married couple to get a HYDRA file. You two are trying your best to keep causal.
“Bucky.” You whispered, gently elbowing his right arm.
“What?” Bucky asks.
“Hold me close.” You say.
“Why?” He asks.
“We’re supposed to play a part as a married couple for this mission. You holding me close to you will make it look believable.” You tell him.
Bucky wrapped his right arm around your waist and pulled you close to him, catching you by surprise a little.
“Is this believable enough for you, doll?” He asks, looking deep into your eyes.
“Believable enough to get that file.” You say quietly.
You two walked through the room that were filled with HYDRA agents, smiling at the ones who looked your way. You and Bucky were able to get on the elevator without getting stopped. You two separated from each other when the elevator doors closed. Silence filled the elevator the entire way to the top floor.
“You look gorgeous tonight.” Bucky compliments you, breaking the silence.
“Thank you.” You blushed. “You look incredibly handsome.” You complimented him back.
Your guys’ little moment was interrupted when the elevator dinged and the doors opened. You two stepped off the elevator, making your way to the office at the end of the hallway. The walk was cut short when you two seen a HYDRA agent.
“Shit.” You two mumbled.
You quickly grabbed Bucky’s suit jacket and pulled him down for a kiss. He was caught by surprise, but kissed back. Bucky’s metal hand found it’s way to your back, pulling you against his body while his right hand found the wall behind you.
“Hey!” The agent shouts. “You two aren’t supposed to be up here!” He says, walking towards you guys.
You pulled away from Bucky’s lips, lifting your arm to shoot a couple widow bites at the agent causing him to go unconscious and fall to the floor.
“Let’s go get that file.” You say.
Bucky nodded in agreement and let go of you. You two made your way to the office. You turned the door knob, only to find out that the door was unlocked. You and Bucky quietly entered the office. Bucky closed the door behind him.
“You check the filing cabinet and I’ll check the desk.” You tell him.
Bucky nodded and went to the filing cabinet, searching through it while you went through the desk.
“There’s nothing in the desk.” You informed Bucky.
“There’s nothing in- wait, hold on. I think I found it.” Bucky says, pulling out a file labeled DOCUMENTS.
“Nat, Steve, we got the file.” You informed them through your ear piece.
“That’s great. Now get out of there.” Steve says.
Bucky opened the door, poking his head out to make sure there wasn’t any agents in the hallway.
“The coast is clear. Come on.” He says, motioning for you to follow him.
You two got back on the elevator and went back down to the main floor. Bucky’s right arm found it’s way back around your waist when as the two of you got off of the elevator. You two cautiously made your way to the exit and left without getting stopped.
“Calling it a night?” Bucky asks as you guys walked inside of the Avengers Compound.
“Yes. These heels are making my feet hurt.” You say, slightly wincing in pain.
“You know…” Bucky places his hands on your hips and admires the way your dress hugs your curves. “I can give you a foot massage if you want.” He suggests.
“Are you making a move on me, Soldier?” You asked, looking into his blue eyes that are now dark with lust.
“So what if I am? After all, you’re the one who put the moves on me earlier tonight.” He says.
“Hmm…” You hummed, leaning up to kiss his soft lips. “Lead the way, Sergeant.” You say seductively in almost a whisper.
Bucky took your hand in his, leading you to the elevator to go to the floor his bedroom is on. You and Bucky were making out as the two of you bursted through the door of his room. Bucky kicked the door shut with his foot and carefully led you to his bed, the back of your knees hit the edge of the mattress.
“You look drop dead gorgeous in this dress, doll.” Bucky says breathlessly against your lips.
“You should see me without it.” You say cheekily.
Bucky pulled away from your lips and spun you around to unzip your dress. He pulled down the zipper and pushed the straps off of your shoulders, leading the dress fall off of your body and pool around your feet on the floor, leaving you in a pair of black lace panties and your high heels. You stepped out of it and kicked it to the side. Bucky kissed along your shoulders, the stubble of his beard scratched your skin.
“Lay down for me, babydoll.” He whispers in your ear, sending shivers throughout your body.
You got on the bed, laying down on your back. You sat up on your elbows and watched as Bucky took off his suit, only leaving on his boxers, licking your lips at the sight of the bulge in his boxers. Bucky crouched down, gently taking your ankle in his hand. He took your high heels off and kissed from your ankle and up to your wet panties. He spread your legs apart and kissed your inner thighs. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties, looking up at you and waited for permission which you gave him. You lifted your hips so he could take your panties off. He slid the soaked fabric down your legs and dropped it on the floor. Bucky practically moaned when he seen how wet your pussy is. His fingers on his right hand rubbed in between your folds. A soft moan fell from your lips. His fingers made their way to your clit, rubbing it in gentle circles.
“Oh, Bucky!” You moaned.
Bucky felt his cock twitching in his boxers at the sound of you moaning his name. His tongue licked in between your folds, moaning at your taste. His tongue made it’s way to your clit and began circling it. You laid flat on your back and your hands found their way to his hair, tugging at the short strands.
“You taste way better than I imagined.” Bucky says, practically moaning.
His fingers found their way to your tight entrance, sliding two of them inside of you. Your jaw dropped, breathy moans left your lips. His fingers massaged your warm walls while his tongue worked on your clit. His eyes flickered up at you, watching as pleasure takes over your body.
“Faster please!” You begged in almost a whine.
Bucky obeyed your command and moved his tongue and fingers faster. The stubble of his beard scratched your inner thighs which added more pleasure to what he was already giving you. Your grip on his hair tightened as you tugged on it, making him moan at the feeling, sending vibrations against your cunt.
“Fuck! Don’t stop!” You moaned.
Your moans encouraged Bucky to quicken his movements with his tongue and fingers. His fingers hit your sweet spot causing your pussy to clench around his fingers and a loud moan to fall from your lips. His fingers hit your sweet spot repeatedly which caused your orgasm to build up.
“I’m gonna- oh fuck! I’m gonna cum!” You moaned.
“Cum for me, doll.” Bucky says huskily.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came, moaning loudly. You laid there panting. Bucky withdrew his fingers from your pussy and licked your release off of his metal fingers. He sat you and hovered over you, his dog tags dangling above your face. You grasped the chain of his dog tags and pulled him down for a hungry kiss.
“Fuck me.” You say breathlessly.
Bucky didn’t need to be told twice. He rubbed his cock between your wet folds, covering it in your wetness before lining it at your tight entrance. He slid it inside of your pussy causing your jaw to drop. He slowly slid his cock inside of you inch by inch till he was deep inside of you. He gave you a moment before he started thrusting.
“So big…” You gasped, arching your back in pleasure.
Bucky dropped his head down, kissing along your chest. His teeth nipped at your skin hard enough to mark you up. His thumbs rubbed over your nipples, lightly pinching them causing your cunt to clench around his cock at the new sensation.
“Oh Bucky!” You moaned.
Bucky repeated his actions, getting you to moan his name louder. Your moans are like music to his ears. He kissed your lips hungrily, his tongue slipping past your parted lips to explore your mouth. Your hands found their way to his head. You ran your fingers through his freshly cut hair, tugging at the short strands causing him to moan against your lips.
“You’re beautiful.” Bucky compliments breathlessly against your lips.
Bucky’s arms wrapped around your waist and he sat back on his knees so you were riding him. You wrapped one of your arms around his neck to steady yourself while the other one held on to his metal bicep. You rolled your hips against his, meeting his thrusts. His cock reached your sweet spot, hitting it repeatedly. The neatly trimmed hair at the base of his cock rubbed against your clit, stimulating it. You tilted your head back, moans leaving your lips and your back arched in pleasure, your chest pressed against his muscular chest. Bucky took the opportunity to kiss along the column of your throat.
“Right there!” You gasped. “Don’t stop!” You moaned.
Your moans encouraged Bucky to move faster. His cock continued to hit your sweet spot. His right hand reached in between the two of you, finding it’s way to your clit and began rubbing it in circles, helping your orgasm build up.
“Oh fuck!” You whimpered. “I’m so close!” You moaned.
“Me too, babydoll.” His fingers sped up on your clit. “Cum for me, doll.” Bucky pants.
Your mouth fell open, his name leaving your lips in a loud moan as you came hard. Bucky fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own high. His thrusts became sloppier as he came inside of you. His thrusts came to a slow stop. You two panted while looking deep in each other’s eyes. Bucky leaned in, kissing you sweetly and hungrily.
“Holy fuck…” Bucky breathes. “That was fucking amazing.” He says.
You hummed in agreement. Bucky pulled out of you, gently laying you back on the bed and he laid down next to you.
“We should do this after every mission.” Bucky says.
“Sounds good to me.” You agreed. “Round 2?” You asked curiously, turning your head to look at him.
“You read my mind, doll face.” He says, pulling you on top of him, making you let out a squeal in excitement.
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-Bucky’s Doll
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fandoms-writings · 8 months
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omg remi i keep meaning to send in asks for your event but i always forget i’m so sorryxbzbdbz
request time!! what about "Come get me? I miss you." with any of your bucky’s, with a kisses extra please? <3
Ahhhh this one was fun to write <3 i had to stop before it got too long lmao
Pairing: Avenger!Bucky x Avenger!Reader
Word Count: 1.5K
Summary: Bucky gets handsy when he's drunk lol
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, drunk!bucky, implied smut at the end, due to the content of my blog this is 18+ only
A/N: this is unbeta'd all mistakes are my own
Masterpost || Bucky Masterlist || Event Post
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It wasn't that Bucky was a lightweight. No, it was that asgardian liquor had a certain kick to it that sent Bucky into a drunken handsy mess. You sat in his lap, his hand roaming and squeezing the muscles of your legs and your hips and he nuzzled his nose into your neck.
As he laughed into your skin at something Steve said, you couldn't help but think back to the first time you'd seen him drunk, which was the first time he'd felt comfortable letting loose like that in front of the rest of the team. 
You'd grown tired of the party earlier than he did, retiring to your shared room for the rest of the evening and taking the opportunity to have a self care night. You took a bath, washed your face, did a mask, your nails - the whole nine yards. 
Finally in pajamas, hair dry and skin feeling the softest it's been in awhile, you crawled into bed, your comfort show on the TV as you got comfy. Then your show paused and FRIDAYs voice called your name through your speakers. 
A sigh left your lips as you shut your eyes, "Yes?" 
"Mr. Barnes is requesting to speak with you," She announced and your brows scrunched. He could just come back to the room if he wanted to talk to you so bad. But part of you had your anxiety peaking - maybe something happened downstairs and it was an emergency. 
"Put him through." 
"Yes ma'am." It was only a moment of quiet where you were questioning everything before Bucky's voice filled the room. 
"Babyyyy," he sang out, "Baaabyyyy." 
You shook your eyes as you got ready to stand, "Yes, my love?" You called back and you heard his gasp as if he didn't know you'd answer. He must've been calling for you before FRIDAY connected him. 
"You answered!" You could hear the smile in his words as he told you about how he didn't think you'd still be awake. 
"I'm awake, but not for much longer," You informed him, "What's going on?" 
He was quiet for a moment before he finally replied, "Can you come get me?" His voice was small and you couldn't hear a smile anymore, "I miss you." 
There was a tugging in your heart as you threw the covers off of your legs and stood from the bed. 
"Where are you, Bucky?" 
"At the compound," You rolled your eyes, but decided not to tell him you were also already there. "In the activity room. Everyone already went to bed." 
"And they left you there by yourself?" You slipped on your fuzzy socks, the damn floors Stark had chosen were always freezing the bottoms of your feet, and he confirmed his statement. "Stay there okay? I'll be there soon." 
You disconnected the call from FRIDAY before telling her to keep an eye on Bucky while you made your way down, taking the elevator ride to mentally prepare yourself for whatever state the team had left Bucky in. 
Padding down the hallway, you slowed at the corner leading to the activity room when you heard voices. When you peaked around the corner, you saw a very out of it Bucky leaning against a sober looking Steve. 
"I know where she is, I can take you to her," Steve tried to convince Bucky but your boyfriend shook his head. 
"Nuh uh, she tol' me she was comin 'ere," His brows were scrunched when he looked at Steve, "I ain't movin'." Steve chuckled and shook his head and you couldn't help but do the same. 
"Alright, pal, we'll wait together yeah?" You couldn't stop the small smile that grew on your lips as you watched Bucky's head lean against his friend's shoulder. You gave him another moment to relax with Steve before you rounded the corner, sneaking your way over to the couch. 
Steve spotted your first, catching you in the corner of his eye, and he smiled and waved. You returned the gesture before seeing Bucky with his eyes closed. He looked so peaceful you didn't want to wake him, but you also didn't want Steve to have to be stuck here all night, not that he'd complain - he'd do anything for Bucky even if it meant sitting still on the couch all night. 
"Hey, punk," Steve softly said, getting a hum out of Bucky, "Open your eyes, look who's here." 
Bucky's eyes lazily opened, sluggishly scanning the room before landing on you, snapping the rest of the way open as a giant smile broke out on his face. 
"Baby!" He called for you, holding his hands out to touch you and you closed the distance, stepping into his hands as they wound around your back and pulled you forward. He buried his face in your stomach, taking a deep inhale as your fingers threaded through his hair. "You came." 
"Of course I did," You muttered into his hair before placing a kiss there and looking at Steve, thanking him for watching over you boyfriend. 
"You got this?" he whispered to you and you nodded. 
"Yeah, if I need help, I'll call you." He nodded and stood, patting you on the shoulder before walking down the hall. 
"You wanna go back to our room, hm?" You asked, pulling Bucky's face away from your stomach so you could see him. 
He nodded and you tried to help him stand, though it was hard with his wandering hands. Eventually, you got him to his feet, and half carried him to the elevator. With him propped against the wall, you leaned over, pressing the button for your floor. 
His arms wrapped around you from behind, his metal hand pushing its way up and under your shirt, grabbing one of your breasts and squeezing it in his grip. You let him lean into you, his other hand coming around your front, drawing lazy patterns over your stomach before it started to tease at your waistband, his pink pushing the edge of it trying to get past it. 
You grabbed his hand, giggling at the sound of disappointment that rumbled behind you. "Bucky, you know there are cameras all over this place, including the elevators right?" 
"So? I wan touch you," his hand on your breast squeezed as his lips placed lazy kisses on your neck and you had to keep yourself together at the sensation the cool of his metal against your nipple did to you. 
"I know you do," You said, looking over your shoulder at him, "But do you want to give Stark a free show?" His nose pressed into your neck as he grumbled. 
"No. . ." He muttered after a while earning another giggle from you as his hand still hadn't left your chest.
"Then, if you can stay awake once we get back to our room, you can touch me all you want." You promised, nudging his nose with yours and smiling as his eyes lit up with determination.
"I can," He said, swaying as he stepped back from you, "I can stay 'wake." 
The elevator stopped on your floor and you helped him get to the bedroom, helping him sit on the bed and take his shoes off. He laid back on top of the comforter with a sigh before looking at you and giving you grabby hands. 
You placed one of your hands in his, leaning over him to place a kiss on his lips, "I'll be right back, okay?" He pouted at you but nodded, leaning up to mold his mouth with yours once more before letting your hand go and watching you walk off to the restroom. 
When you came back, he was lightly snoring, laying the wrong way on the bed. You tried waking him to move him, but he was out cold, so you grabbed the pillows from the head of the bed and moved them to where he was. You pulled out an extra blanket, since he was laying on top of the other ones, and once you had him turned to his side just in case, you snuggled in behind him, throwing the blanket over the both of you. 
His laugh snapped you out of the memory and you looked down at him. He glanced up at you, catching your gaze and his smile softened. 
"What is it?" He asked, squeezing your leg. 
"Nothing," You grinned, leaning down to his ear, "Do you wanna come upstairs with me before you get too tired?" You asked, taking the lobe of his ear between your teeth for a split second before pulling away. 
When you looked at him again, the pupils in his eyes had blown wide and he had a single-minded gaze on you. 
"Get up," he ordered, "Let's go." You stood giggling, bidding everyone a good night before Bucky all but chased you to the elevator, almost giving Stark a show on the way up to your room where, this time, Bucky didn't know the meaning of the word tired. All. Night. Long.
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Thoughts right now: Bucky being in love with a nerd/smart reader.
My mind is all over the place so here are some scenarios for different alternate universes:
Lumberjack!Bucky in awe while you pace from side to side of his cabin’s living room while you explain every Greek myth ever
Biker!Bucky lovesick while you rant faster than his bike about the true meaning behind The Secret History and how it is a masterpiece
Librarian!Bucky (i also imagine chubby!Bucky for librarian) saw you spend hours researching the Minoan civilization because lineal A hasn`t been translated yet and you needed to know why and when you told him how sad it made you it broke his heart
Avenger!Bucky amazed by the energy you radiate while trying to explain the concept of The Black Parade by MCR because it was never a phase, it’s a lifestyle
Mob!Bucky taking you to every bookshop ever just to see the smile on you face when you talk about literature (i have a whole concept for this, but haven’t gathered the courage to work it out)
Chubby!baker!Bucky oh so worried about you when you spent almost five hours straight sitting at his bakery teaching yourself latin to read the Aeneid in original, far too high on caffeine, far too low on real nutrients
Roommate!Bucky cuddling with you on the couch while you read and trying to get you attention for funny businesses but nothing can tear you away from hyperfixating, still he finds you adorable
CEO!Bucky taking you on a romantic trip to Paris and absolutely dazed when instead of giving you a tour of the city you stop and explain the history, art and architecture of every building. Yes, you dragged him for hours on end through Norte Dame
Neighbor!Bucky going feral when he found out you were fluid in any language other than English (he did try to convince you to se it for certain endeavors)
Had to get that out of my chest. I might work on some of them, maybe a drabble or headcanon, idk. If you guys would like me to elaborate on some, my asks are open and I’d live to hear what you guys think.
a Bucky gif as a gift for you
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Bucky Barnes Fics: Avengers!AU
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★ BLURBS/DRABBLES/HEADCANONS
Being Rivals to Lovers With Bucky Barnes by @blushingbucky
[avenger!reader; headcanon]
Bucky, Knives, and Crush by @breadqueen95
[agent!reader; headcanon]
Sleeping Alone by @sleepypanda27
It’s hard when Bucky is away on missions for a long time, but the reunions are always worth it
Patterns by @xbuchananbarnes
[avenger!reader; fluff] You and bucky help each other relax.*
Squeeze My Hand by @fullconstellationalt
[avenger!reader] “You squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi I can tell that it’s gonna be a long road I’ll be there if you’re the toast of the town, babe Or if you strike out and you’re crawling home” Taylor Swift’s “New Year’s Day”
Vowels in Marble by @pellucid-constellations
[avenger!reader; angsty] Bucky looks back at the final days
untitled by pellucid-constellations
[asthmatic!avenger!reader]  An asthmatic reader struggles whilst out on a mission, and then is taken care of by a concerned Bucky.
“You ought to be asleep.” by @sarahwroteathing
[avenger!reader; from her I Love You Drabbles series] Bucky is ready for bed, but he won’t go without you.*
Unavailable by @abovethesmokestacks
[avenger!reader] “Want to hang out and annoy each other for the next 50 years?” “Are you proposing?” + “I need to get something off my chest” hopes it’s their shirt
Soft And Sweet by abovethesmokestacks
Cuddles and scalp massages.
Word Blind by abovethesmokestacks
[journalist!reader] prompt: “why are you looking at me like that?”
Give Me a Reason by abovethesmokestacks
[angsty] “why do you even bother with me anymore?”
Hand in Unlovable Hand by @imaginearyparties
[avengers!au: avenger!bucky x avenger!reader/ex-widow!reader; lovers to... enemies?; drabble] "All your expectations of my love are impossible/ surely you know I'm not easy to hold" (adele)
Throw Your Head Back Laughing Like a Little Kid by @blushingbucky
[avenger!bucky x avenger!reader; hurt/comfort; drabble] Bucky learns how to laugh again.
★ ONESHOTS
Healing and Healed by @softlybarnes
[avenger!reader] Y/N is always healing Bucky, no matter how small the injury.
Four Years and a Countdown by @sweetlyscared
[agent!reader/avenger!reader] Steve loved Bucky, and he was genuinely happy his friend had found someone he trusted, someone who made his day brighter, and someone for whom he did the same. Steve also loved her, and if she chose Bucky, he wasn’t going to fight that. 
In the Right Hands by @loving-bucky-is-easier
[avenger!reader] On what should have been a routine mission, the reader’s life is put in jeopardy. Bucky must overcome some of his own demons to save her.
Ease My Mind by @wkemeup
[avenger!reader] When Bucky is drugged into a coma plagued with nightmares and his heart rate has risen to dangerous levels within his sleep, you are the last resort to wake him before his heart gives out. But you must enter his mind to do so; enter… his nightmares.
A New Start by wkemeup
[avenger!reader] Woken from a nightmare plagued with memories from his time in Hydra, Bucky finds himself standing at a mirror at 3am holding a pair of scissors, determined to cut away the strongest connection he has left to that time. His hair.
Lavender by wkemeup
[agent!reader] Not every nightmare is the same and Bucky doesn’t always wake up as the man you know. 
Canyons and Valleys by wkemeup
Bucky’s violent history is written upon his body like a map; scars he cannot bear to look at in fear of the monster in his reflection. When Bucky is forced to put his scars on display, he’s certain you’ll take one look at him and run.
Crawl Home to Her by wkemeup
Stranded without coms, alone, and bleeding out in the middle of a Russian snow storm, Bucky is content to let nature take its course. Only you won’t seem to let him go. 
Honey and Chamomile by wkemeup
[avenger!reader] Four cups of tea, four distinct moments in time, and each pulls you in closer beyond the walls surrounding Bucky’s heart
In Every Lifetime by @wkemeup
When Bucky’s first love from the 1940′s is found alive in cyro, he begins to question whether you’d turn from him in fear or disgust. 
Secret Admirer by @multi-stann
[avenger!reader] Who could your secret admirer within the compound possibly be? Wanda has offered to read peoples minds to see who it possibly could be, but you want to find out on your own accord, and that comes sooner rather than later because you just can’t contain your excitement anymore for this admirer of yours.
How She Loves by @allyouneedisbuck
[avenger!reader] Bucky has been cold for a long time and you’re unbelievably warm.
First Name Basis by @baroquebucky
[avenger!reader] In which only you can call bucky by his first name
Nothing Much Happens by @allmyspideys
[avenger!reader] You and Bucky have to share a room, but you listen to a sleep podcast and really hope bucky doesn’t mind.
Sleepyhead by @tom-holland-parker
[avenger!reader] Bucky doesn’t like to be touched but when you accidentally fall asleep on him one night, he realizes he could never get tired of your touch.
Rosemary’s Corner by @sunmoonandbucky
[Bookshop!au: bookstore!reader] “There’s something up with Bucky” and Steve’s not going to rest until he knows what it is.
Each Coming Night by @invisibleanonymousmonsters
[avenger!reader; angsty angst] Bucky can’t stop hearing their song, even after she’s gone. 
Eight Times by @revengingbarnes
[avenger!reader] Eight times Bucky Barnes said ‘I love you’ without saying ‘I love you’, and the one time he actually said it.
Blue by @lovelybarnes
[angst] You know him; maybe too well.*
Voicemail by lovelybarnes
[avenger!reader] Inspired by that thing where a dad had a voicemail of his daughter saying she loves him and he accidentally deleted it
Perfect by lovelybarnes
[avenger!reader; super fluffy] Where in bucky and reader come from their anniversary dinner, and bucky brings her back to the Avengers’ compound to relax and all. but little does reader know what Bucky has in his pocket.
Pin It by @buckysbabygorl
[avenger!reader] Reader will fight Barnes until she wins. Bucky isn’t complaining, he can’t resist pinning her to the floor…
Loud Thoughts by buckysbabygorl
[18+; avenger!reader] Bucky has been a bit off lately and Steve is growing concerned: he asks Wanda to take a peek at his thoughts and is surprised at what she finds.
Five Sweaters to Make You Want Me by @sebbytrash
[avenger!reader] Bucky looks good in sweaters*
Stay by @buckystarlight
[hurt/comfort] Bucky returns to you after a rough mission, needing a little extra tlc.*
National Anthem by @imagine-assembling-the-avengers
[avenger!reader] Reader has a surprise to help Bucky break his cabin fever.*
“Watch Your Step”  [both part of her 28 Ways (to say I love you) one-shot series] by @heli0s-writes
[avenger!reader] Going undercover with Bucky was never going to be easy, especially when he’s dressed to the nines, and you stumble around him on a good day.*
Star-Crossed by heli0s-writes
[18+; avenger!reader] Maybe it takes two broken people to make a whole.
Glass Boy by @nacho-bucky
[agent!reader] sudden kisses. in the middle of a sentence. catching the other’s lips and pulling them into your arms.
Art conservation: a remedy for insomnia, or the cause of it? by @barnesmurdock
[avenger!reader] Bucky can’t sleep and you’re binge watching Baumgartner Restoration videos on YouTube.
Celestial by pellucid-constellations
[avenger!reader] Bucky thinks you must be made of light; the stars are always brighter when he’s looking at them through your eyes.
In More Ways Than One by xbuchananbarnes
[avenger!reader] Laying low at a motel for a night. (prompt; Character A cleans Character B’s wounds after a rough mission. [A]’s fingers linger over scarred muscle as they finish wrapping the bandage)
About Last Week by xbuchananbarnes
[avenger!reader] Reader confessed something to Bucky while drunk, now she’s voiding him. He’s not having it.*
A Plan In Everything by xbuchananbarnes
[avenger!reader] “It’s finally hoodie weather, now give me yours.”
Adrenaline by xbuchananbarnes
[avenger!reader] Bucky’s in a coma, and you need him to wake up.*
Energy by xbuchananbarnes
[avenger!reader] Bucky is a love sick fool.
Bucky’s Got Game by @real-jane
[doctor!reader] Bucky’s got a crush, and Sam’s a little worried about whether or not he’s gonna see it to fruition.
Here and Now by @sunlightdances
[mechanic!reader] Bucky is tired but not too tired for you.*
Tell Me Which One Is Worse (Living or Dying First) by @nightowlwriting
[avenger!reader; angst with a happy ending] You are in love with Bucky Barnes. For a long time, the both of you were joined at the hip but then your team stops being paired with his on missions. He stops inviting you over for movie nights. when it finally looks like things are looking up, you hear Bucky talking with Steve and… it’s not good.
A Sleepless Night Leads You to Bucky’s Room by @scrumptious-delusion
[avenger!reader] “Like I expected, you’re much comfier than my pillow" + "I called you because I can’t fall asleep.”
Burning the Midnight Oil by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
[hurt/comfort] You wake up to an empty bed, and find your lover hiding from his nightmares.*
I'll Wear Your Ring by bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
[avenger!bucky; angst] “I wrote you a letter, I said I was better. I said I would never know why you left like a bandit, It's not like we planned it, but I'll leave the light on for a while. And I'll leave the linen the way they've been slept in, the sheets on the bed in a pile. And I'll wear your ring on the right hand for a while”.
Hold My Girl by @pellucid-constellations
[avenger!bucky; fluffy fluff; established relationship.] Bucky comes home from a mission and needs time to hold his girl.
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bucksangel · 2 years
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awake my soul
Pairing: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 5.1k
Summary: “I’ll never be able to tell or show you how much I am in love with you. There are not enough words in any language I know to describe how grateful I am for you for helping me, and for showing me love and care when I refused to show it to myself. But I need you to know that I’ll spend forever trying to make you feel as happy and loved as you make me.”
warnings: almost a tiny bit of angst but it's more like bucky being a lil self-deprecating, mostly happiness and love, smut so 18+, crying during sex (it's one of my kinks, sue me), that's all I think?
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It’s something out of a fairy tale, the sight before you. The strings of lights hanging from tree branches and connecting to others create a canopy covering the rows of glorified white lawn chairs that line the grounds, a long white, satin cloth is laid down to create a classic ‘red carpet event’ style look. Each chair holds light pink and purple peonies mixed with greenery on the backs of them, the same floral arrangement adorning the archway at the end of the makeshift aisle. All the while a cool spring breeze floats through the air, carrying the sounds of piano notes and chatter amongst guests.
Despite the chill temperature, it does next to nothing to lower the heat seeped into your bones. Your face is flushed, your mind running in circles, your heart beating so fast that if you didn’t know better, you’d think you were having a panic attack.
It’s quite the opposite, actually. The churning in your stomach and the rapidity of your heartbeat is from excitement, from the joy that fills the air and carries throughout the forest. Granted, you’re not deep enough in the woods to call it a ‘forest’, the event is maybe a hundred yards from the most beautiful two-story cabin you’ve ever seen that sits maybe another hundred yards away from a lake, but still. The ceremony is in front of the same cabin that Bucky, your soon-to-be husband - and god you just want to cry thinking of that - found for your honeymoon.
It wasn’t a hard decision to have the wedding there, located in the woodsy area of upstate New York that doesn’t really feel like it should be in New York given that the largest metropolitan city is nearly an hour away. It’s comfortable, cozy, and filled with your loved ones. It’s much more preferable than some fancy church to try and give the allusion of a grandeur lifestyle that neither you nor Bucky has. Both of you are quite comfortable with not having much, the necessities are obvious, and sentimental items are always surrounding you wherever you live. And that’s all you need, not a million little trinkets you’ll never use, just the important items added with the love you and Bucky share.
The day is peaceful and serene and only amplified by the people who have gathered to witness two people commit themselves two each other - you and Bucky.
Bucky, the love of your life, your soulmate, the person you’ve decided to spend the rest of your life loving. The same Bucky that’s standing yards away, dressed in a suit he’d never have been able to afford if it wasn’t for Tony, next to Steve - who’s looking like he’s about to cry - and Sam - who’s wearing a shit-eating grin though you know he’s just as emotional, just better at hiding it.
Bucky, standing with his head hung low and hands clasped in front of him, desperately trying to stop them from shaking. He’s certain his heart might be beating out of his chest, and he’d mistake this for a dream if not for Steve’s warm hand comfortingly resting on his shoulder.
He really didn’t care much for a grand ceremony, truthfully, he’d be fine with just going to the courthouse and having a judge marry you two. But you’d dreamt of a small but no less awe-inducing wedding filled with your friends and family for as long as you remember. And Bucky would be damned if he doesn’t give you anything and everything you want. 
Suddenly, a whistle rings through the air, and in what feels like slow motion, the front door of the cabin opens, and the guests fall quieter and quieter until only the soft piano notes remain floating through the air.
Wanda, your maid of honor - because she insisted and you could never resist her puppy-dog eyes - steps down the wooden stairs, followed by Natasha, and then your sister - whom you love, but didn’t want to assign the role as maid of honor. Next, you step through the threshold and stare out into the crowd. And upon stepping down the wooden stairs, your eyes are immediately drawn to Bucky, whose position has not changed, presumably preparing himself. It isn’t until you make it to the beginning of the aisle that Steve nudges his shoulder and he finally looks up, and the gasp he lets out can be heard by everyone over the notes of the piano.
Both of your eyes are glued to each other, your hands gripping the white peonies to avoid shaking. The walk to Bucky feels too long, yet not long enough, each step carefully thought out so you don’t trip over the silk train of your dress. Every move closer only brings even more tears to Bucky’s eyes, and by the time you’re merely five feet from him he lets out a heart-warming whimper as he hangs his head, his body shaking ever so slightly as he fights the sobs that so desperately want to escape his lips.
When you hand off the flowers to Wanda your hands immediately find Bucky’s, prying them apart so you can clutch onto them instead. It takes a moment, but eventually, he brings his head up, staring into your eyes as they shine with tears and love, his mouth quivers as he fights to keep his composure. 
It’s a beautiful sight, seeing the man you’ll be able to call your husband once the ceremony is complete crying over his love for you. Though, it’s also heartbreaking. You know how hard he’s struggled with everything having to do with the wedding, and not because he didn’t want it. No, he’s wanted to marry you since he first laid eyes on you, has told you this time and time again. It’s just the reality of it, of finally accepting that you’re not going to leave him, that you love him enough to commit yourself to him fully - body, mind, and soul that confuses him.
The ceremony goes by in a blur, both you and Bucky gazing into each other’s eyes so intensely that nothing could break you out of your moment. Yet at the same time, your mind screams at Tony - who obviously demanded to be the officiate - to hurry up, to just finish so you can be married already. But then Tony turns to you, nudging you out of your trance as a sign to start your vows.
“Oh, o-okay,” Your face flushes, your whole body on fire as your eyes glance over the crowd before turning back to your love. Everything and everyone fade into the background, staring into Bucky’s eyes until it’s just the two of you.
“Bucky, I tell you ‘I love you’ every day, multiple times a day in fact. Some people say that after a while, the saying loses its meaning, that it gets repetitive and overused. But not for me, I can tell you I love you a hundred times a day and it still wouldn’t be enough. I can tell you I love you a million times a day and the meaning would never diminish throughout it. You’re everything to me, Bucky, you’re my heart and soul, the love of my life. Becoming your wife is one of the greatest honors of my life, second only to you choosing to become my husband, to you loving me and trusting me to love you back even when you have every reason in the world to not trust anyone. Even through the pain and torture you’ve endured, you trust me enough to take care of you, to love you, and to spend the rest of your life with me.”
You pause, sniffle, then continue.
“I really can’t say anything I haven’t said a million times before, but I hope that proves to you that as I stand before you, I love you today just as much as I loved you when you proposed to me, just as much as when you asked me to move in with you. I loved you from the beginning, I love you now, and I’ll love you forever. Nothing will ever change that.”
This time, your tears start falling, though you make no move to wipe them away. Neither does Bucky, who looks as though he’s about to faint just from your words. The look in his eyes - overwhelming passion mixed with adoration mixed with an underlying fear - is one you’re already engraving into your mind, you want to be able to blink and see how bright Bucky’s eyes shine behind closed lids.
Again, though, you must have been staring at each other too long, because soon enough Bucky jumps, startled by Steve’s tap on his shoulder. Bucky half-turns towards him with a glare, as if saying ‘why are you ruining my moment?’.
Then, Steve leans into Bucky’s side, whispering “it’s your turn,” with a loving smirk on his face.
Bucky’s eyes widen, then he jerks his head in a nod as he registers Steve’s words. It’s your turn. And, oh god Bucky might faint, how is he supposed to talk when he feels like all of the air has been sucked from his lungs? How are his words supposed to even come close to showing how he feels? But with a shaky sigh and a small cough, he nods again, more to himself though as a reassurance of some sort, as he turns to face you again fully.
“I-” He cuts himself off, breathing deeply to steady his emotions. “I had a whole speech prepared. About how much I love you and how much you mean to me, how radiantly beautiful you look today - and I didn’t even need to see you to know that you’re always the most beautiful person in any room you’re in. But nothing in that speech can fully capture how I feel right now. I - You’re just… so perfect. I knew from the moment I saw you that I would love you for the rest of my life. And it was so… strange, feeling something so overwhelmingly positive and joyous after not having felt anything for decades. After escaping Hydra and going through recovery, I hadn’t thought of dating, I never even allowed myself to think of marriage because it wasn’t what I deserved. Hell, I still don’t know if I deserve all of the love you give me. And I’ll never…”
Another pause is taken for him to sniffle and cover up a whimper with a cough.
“I’ll never be able to tell or show you how much I am in love with you. There are not enough words in any language I know to describe how grateful I am for you for helping me, and for showing me love and care when I refused to show it to myself. But I need you to know that I’ll spend forever trying to make you feel as happy and loved as you make me.”
Everything is silent for a moment, everybody holding their breaths as Bucky’s chest rises and falls faster before he brings your clasped hands into his chest, bringing your body closer to his. His tongue peeks out to run along his quivering bottom lip, his gaze falling down to your own lips as he speaks up again.
“Are we married now? Can I kiss her?”
The guests erupted in laughter, and Tony barely gets out the first syllable of ‘yes’ before one of Bucky’s arms wraps around your waist, and his other moves to cup the back of your neck as his lips descend onto yours. It’s messy, nothing less than tongue and teeth and laughter at finally, finally being married, and it’s perfect. It’s fireworks, it’s soothing, it’s coming home after a long day of work to surround yourself with your partner’s love.
Your hands have barely begun to grasp at the lapels of Bucky’s suit jacket before the cheering becomes louder and harder to ignore as they turn from sweet cooing to wolf whistling and ending with Steve having to physically pry Bucky away from you. Because everyone knows that Bucky doesn’t care, he’ll show off his love for you whenever and wherever he pleases with little to no regard for onlookers.
Once you two are finally separated - though not by much, Bucky’s arm refuses to leave your waist - Steve manages to slip his arm around Bucky’s neck, pulling him into a hug as much as possible while Steve mutters to his friend about how happy and proud he is.
And your tears can’t help but start falling again. Bucky’s smile is so unbelievably bright and beautiful, a deep red blush covering his face and neck as he receives love and compliments from your friends - and it’s enough to want to make you weep. For so long, Bucky had secluded himself from the team, he couldn’t imagine finding a place within the dynamic, he’d barely even allowed you and Steve to keep him company for the first several months of him living in the compound.
But now, because of therapy, Shuri’s brilliance, and your gentle guidance, Bucky’s finally started to accept himself as someone worthy of life and love, and you physically and emotionally cannot express how happy that makes you.
A small choked-off whimper leaves your lips as you bury your head in Bucky’s neck, your arms wrapping around your husband as tight as possible.
“Are you okay, my love?” Bucky’s voice sounds mildly concerned, though he’s so intuned with your emotions and thought process that he most likely knows, at least to some extent, why you’re crying - you can never help being overwhelmed with emotions when you’re happy.
You shake your head and allow yourself a few moments to calm your breathing before lifting your head to look at him, your Bucky, your husband. 
“Nothing I… I just love you, that's all.”
And the smile he wears is engraved into your mind, the whispered, “and I love you, my angel,” will play on a loop in your head for the rest of your life.
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The doors to the cabin open with a bang, the doors flying open, and the overwhelming mess from you and your bridesmaids having set up camp in the living room to get ready are now devoid of anything except the ornaments and furniture that were already there. Twinkling fairy lights line the ceiling and walls, the large living room has a fireplace against one wall with a TV on another wall, and one couch and two lounge chairs are placed so whoever is sitting can enjoy both the television and the warmth.
The kitchen - wide and spacious - is off to the right as soon as you walk in, the dining room to the left of the entrance, and almost no walls separate the rooms, it’s very open and airy which makes the cabin feel that much cozier, more intimate. And other than the fairy lights and the fireplace, every other light has been turned off.
Though, maybe a few lights should have remained on because Bucky trying to carry you through the threshold while tipsy on Thor’s Asgardian mead isn’t the most ideal situation. And though you’re sober, you find great enjoyment in watching Bucky stumble through the room  - thankfully without shoes because his drunken mind would surely have caused him to slip on the hardwood floor - and giggle without a care in the world as he holds his wife in his arms. He stumbles slightly as he pushes the doors close with his feet.
It doesn’t take long for Bucky to get you to the couch, and he barely lets you out of his arms to stand before he starts pulling at your clothes, grunting frustratedly when his fingers fumble uselessly with the zipper. Your laughter makes him stop though, and he glares at you with faux anger.
“Oh is it funny? I’m trying to make love to my wife and you’re laughing?” The tail end of the sentence fades off into laughter as Bucky starts giggling too, his hands calming down and resting on your waist.
“It’s not funny, my love.” And even though you said that you still can’t help but keep giggling - you’re just so in love. “But slow down, yeah? We have all night.”
You push yourself onto your tip-toes - since you lost your heels somewhere during the reception - to press a chaste kiss to Bucky’s cheek.
“In fact,” pausing, you press another kiss to his other cheek, “we have the rest of our lives.” You pause once again, pecking his nose before pulling back to fully look at Bucky. His eyes are closed, though he looks to be at peace. No wrinkles are present other than the crow's feet around his eyes, a sign of his happiness. His breathing is even, well, as even as can be with how tipsy he is. But the thing that catches your attention is his lips, slightly parted but pulled into a small, contented smile.
And there’s nothing more invigorating than knowing that you are the one that put that look onto his face.
“The rest of our lives,” Bucky breathes out, his eyes then snapping open as he stares into yours. “We’re married.”
You giggle, nodding and thumbing open the buttons on Bucky’s dress shirt. “We are.”
“Forever.” It’s like he’s astounded like he can’t believe this is his reality.
Again, you nod, following each button down until you can pull his shirt from his pants to finish unbuttoning. “Yes, baby love. Forever.”
A small whine escapes Bucky’s lips, his hands tightening on your hips while his head ducks to press a soft kiss to each of your cheeks, ghosting his lips over any surface of your face that he deems needing love. You hold your breath, letting your husband - your husband! - kiss and run his hands wherever he wants.
“Bucky-” your whisper is cut off by his lips pressing against yours. And that’s all it is for a few moments, just two pairs of lips resting against each other until, finally, it gets firmer, more passionate.
A warm tongue pokes out to tease the seam of your lips, taking advantage of the gasp you let out to worm its way into your mouth. Your hands act on their own accord, pushing the dress shirt off of Bucky’s shoulders before moving down to work on taking off his pants.
Bucky’s own hands return to your back, his metal one running down until he can grasp one of your asscheeks in his palm while his flesh one finds the zipper to your dress and pulls it down. And once the dress is unzipped and peeled off of your body, Bucky steps back to drop his sleek trousers to the ground, and now both of you are standing before each other, Bucky’s boxers extremely tight around his crotch at the sight in front of him.
A white lace bra cups your breasts, your nipples hidden but visible enough to tease. You’re wearing matching white lace panties that do very little to cover your core and ass with a thin satin ribbon creating a criss-cross pattern down your stomach to connect the two-piece. Bucky has to put two of his flesh fingers to his pulse point on his neck to check if he’s breathing because he’s positive he’s dreaming, he’s died and gone to heaven. You’re just too beautiful to be real, your curves accentuated by the expensive lace are just too mouth-wateringly delicious.
Though, you’re doing the same, staring shamelessly at the man in front of you, eyes roaming over his abs, his toned legs, the flexing of his flesh arm, and the clench of his bionic hand. It’s just too much, your love for this man is too much for your body to handle.
Without your knowing, your hands travel to his stomach, one running over his abs and to his back and the other resting on his shoulder where his metal arm connects with the flesh. The scars are raised, though not as red and angry as they usually are, yet the discolored and messy marks are smooth to the touch, your fingers ghosting over them as your eyes follow your touch.
“Baby…” he trails off, his breath hitching when you lean forward to press a few slow kisses to the area. Tears fill his eyes again, and he has to clench them shut to prevent them from falling even though not but a few hours ago he was nearly sobbing in front of dozens of people. This, though. This feels different, it’s more sensual and intimate, and he doesn’t want to ruin this night with his inability to control his emotions.
“Jamie,” You sigh out, and Bucky’s breathing stutters, both of his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling your body into his. His eyes gaze into yours, a few tears spilling over his waterline as time slows down, everything fades into the background until it’s just you, Bucky, and the crackling of the fire.
Your hand trails up from Bucky’s shoulder to cup his cheek, your thumb running along his lower lip. His lips part ever so slightly, pursing to press a kiss to the appendage before he leans his head down to rest his forehead against yours.
“Make love to me, Jamie. Please.”
Suddenly, like a switch has been flipped, Bucky scoops you into his arms and gently maneuvers your body so you’re laying on the plush rug mere feet from the fireplace with your husband - your husband!! - hovering over you.
For a few moments that’s all he does, just rests his weight on his left forearm placed on one side of your head, and places his right hand on your belly. Bucky’s eyes slowly roam over your body, drinking in the goddess laying underneath him, his thumb tugging at the ribbons to loosen the ties. His eyes travel down, down, down to your satin and lace-covered crotch, his fingers tugging and fumbling with intent now.
“Oh god, baby. I-” Bucky cuts himself off to sniffle, so many emotions swirling in his stomach and heart and mind causing him to grow dizzy.
You don’t need him to finish his thought anyway, you know what he needs, just like he knows you. Leaning up and pressing your lips to Bucky’s in a quick kiss, you then place your hands on his chest and urge him back to lay on the rug so you can straddle his hips.
Slowly, you bring your hands up to cup your breasts, a soft moan falling from your lips as you massage the flesh and tug lightly at your nipple through the bra. Bucky lets out his own whine, his hands threading through the hairs of the rug before gripping it as you continue your descent down your body, softly groping your curves on your way to your core.
Again, he whines, his hips thrusting upward against you ever so slightly. And in any other moment you might have chuckled at his desperation, but not now, not tonight when you’re just as desperate. His bodily reaction to merely witnessing your fingers unwrapping the satin tie and exposing yourself to his gaze is intoxicating, the hold you have over your man sends shocks running down your spine.
“Oh, Buck,” Your whine is high-pitched yet not too loud, you don’t want to disturb the sensual ambiance the mood has created. “I need you so bad, baby. Need your love, need your cock.”
With a few more tugs and maneuvering your bra is removed, and the chill in the air immediately hardens your nipples. Then, you move off of his body, tugging your underwear down and off your legs, and you’re about to toss them to the side when Bucky snatches them out of your hand. Your face contorts in confusion, though if you know your Jamie then you know not to question his wants, whatever he wants is whatever he gets.
Moving on to Bucky’s boxers, your fingers skim along the band, dipping in to take hold and snap it against his hips. He hisses and bucks his hips up again, and without a second thought you start tugging them down his hips - there’s time for teasing later. Though when you remove his boxers completely, you look up to see Bucky palming your panties in his flesh hand and bringing them up to his face, inhaling deeply as a shudder wracks through his body and a loud moan is released into the air - though you’re not sure if it���s from you or him.
“Buck,” You whine, shuffling to straddle his hips once again. “C’mon.”
Giving into your pleas he places one hand on your hip and one on your back before rolling you both over so he’s hovering over you once again. 
“Are you - do you need-” He’s stuttering, eyes bouncing from your breasts to your eyes to your core as he adjusts his body and places one forearm next to your head.
Though, as his wife, you understand what he needs. “No, baby. Just - Fuck me, please.”
He nods frantically, using his flesh hand to talk ahold of his cock, pumping it a few times before pressing the tip against your pussy lips, dragging it up and down until the tip dips inside your hole. A gasp escapes your lips, one hand coming up to rest on his left shoulder while another hand places itself on his cheek, your thumb rubbing over the area as Bucky breathes in deeply.
Your eyes lock together, both of your chests heaving in anticipation. Leaning down, he places a quick kiss on your lips before moving back ever so slightly to murmur “I love you,” and thrust forward, his cock sliding deeper and deeper into his own personal heaven.
And oh god it’s the best feeling in the world, that first slide in, that stretch is something you’ll never get used to, and you never want to. You want it to always feel like this, like it’s new and fresh no matter the position.
Both of you stay still, your gaze moving from his eyes to his marred shoulder, your thumb running over the scars while you lift your upper body in order to press several soft kisses to his scars. And at this, you hear a sob, Bucky’s head dipping to rest in the crevice of your shoulder and neck as he starts thrusting slowly, your bodies rocking with the movement. Everything starts fading away, the slap of skin-on-skin growing louder as the thrusts speed up, and small gasps and whines accompanied by the crackling of the fire add to the eroticism of the moment.
“I-I love you, baby.” Bucky mumbles, grunting louder and breathing heavier with each thrust. “Oh god baby I- I’m sorry. Oh god, I don’t think I’ll last long, s’too good. You’re too good to me.”
His mumbles trail off into incoherent praises, confessions of love, and apologies for how close he is already.
“It’s okay, my angel, it’s okay.” Your left hand moves around to Bucky’s back, smoothing down until you can grip an asscheek while your right hand grasps his shoulder harder. “I’m close too, it’s okay, you can cum.”
You feel him shake his head vigorously, a whine of protest escaping his lips as he brings his head up to stare into your eyes.
“C-cum… Cum with me, please.” He’s begging now, his hand traveling down your stomach to press his thumb against your clit and rub harshly. “Please! Please cum, I-I need it. Need to feel you.”
Once again his babbling becomes increasingly hard to decipher the closer he gets to his climax. But it’s okay, because you’re nearly there too. And with maybe four more thrusts and more swipes against your clit, your eyes widen, and your mouth opens to let out a high-pitched moan of Bucky’s name.
And now his thrusts are faltering, becoming more frantic and sloppy until finally, you wrap your hand around the back of his neck to bring him closer to you. “Baby, cum for me. Cum in me.”
That’s all he needs in order to achieve his orgasm, his body tensing and hips snapping against yours until a sob bubbles up from his throat and is released into the air at the same time his climax rolls through his body.
It takes maybe a minute or two for both of your breathing to even out enough to speak, your chests heaving and ears ringing. But none of that matters, nothing in the world matters more than the knowledge that this is it, this is the start of your life with the only man that has ever and will ever make you feel as happy and loved as he can.
But another broken sob sounds through the air as Bucky’s body drops down onto yours - though not by too much, he’s aware that he’s much heavier than you can handle. More sobs move through his body, and you feel tears leak onto your shoulder where his head is buried.
“Baby…” Your arms wrap around his body, squeezing him as tight as you can while letting him cry out his emotions. 
It takes a few minutes for the crying to subside, but when it does, your heart breaks.
“I don’t deserve you, you know that right? Nothing I’ve ever done or ever will do warrants the love and happiness you bring me, and I just-” He cuts himself off with a sniffle and a deep breath. “I need you to know that I’ll do whatever you need and want to make you happy. Anything.”
Once more his whimpers start back up, his body nearly shaking with the effort of holding back the tears.
“Buck-”
“Don’t,” He cuts you off in what should have been a sharp tone but the watery emotion takes off the edge. “Don’t say anything, please. I… I just needed you to know that I love you. And that I’ll love you even in the afterlife.”
Sighing, you nod, bringing one of your hands up to card your fingers through his hair and using your other hand to rub his back soothingly. It hurts, being so in love with someone that you’d sell your soul just to make them happy, but that’s your reality. You’ll do everything and anything in your power to make him see that he makes you feel exactly as you do for him, that you don’t think that you deserve his love, that you’ll live and die for him.
Instead of voicing these thoughts, you simply nod your head with a hum, whispering a small, “I love you,” before pressing a kiss to his hairline.
The fire is dwindling, the light in the room dimming as the night passes with you and Bucky wrapped in your own little world. One full of a lifetime of love and light and happiness.
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a/n: requests and ideas are open!!
tagging: @fandoms-writings @vayollie @carrotfantasimp
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s-123-dont-know · 1 year
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Do u know the fic where bucky has a secret family (wife and daughter) and no one knows until hydra attacks his house and his wife called him? He was in an avengers meeting when he rcv that called . Bucky + avengers safes his family . I think there was a secret basement where his wife and daughter hides ?
No sorry. I don't know any fic with that description.
But maybe someone else will?
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fic-finders · 2 years
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hello! do you know of any fics that are past steve x reader and current bucky x reader? mainly after endgame where steve regrets his decision and wants to come back but reader wants nothing to do with him? i was reading one and forgot to save it and i lost it! i got there through a very long multiple master list binge and wouldn’t even know where to start to find it again
thanks!!
Hey anon, I don’t have a lot of recs with this trope but here are the ones I do know and love to read. I also believe that the fic you are looking for is Static Verse and I have tag that down below. 
If you guys have some good fic recs that are Bucky Barnes x reader; past!Steve Rogers x reader--let me know and I’ll add it!
ONE SHOTS:
11 Blocks by @soap-bubble-nebula
SERIES:
Static Verse by @theconstantsidekick
Little Blue Ribbons by @plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms
What Has Been, What Can Never Be by @stuckybarton
Feeling Are Fatal by @sunmoonandbucky
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Imagine you get into the holiday spirt with the cutest Christmas sweater, the fluffiest socks and these adorable bells in your hair. You're running around the compound with hot chocolate and cookies, the jingle of your bells ringing with each step. Everyone things its adorable. You're like a little elf, busy in your workshop (the kitchen), surrounded by marshmallows, whipped cream, delivering mugs of creamy sweetness along with homemade gingerbread men.
Everyone finds it so cute.
Everyone except Bucky.
Bucky hates it.
He hates the little tinkle he hears with each footstep you take.
Why?
Because his mind is in the gutter.
Your running around looking all cute and sweet and innocent and all he can think about is how gorgeous those bells would sound as he railed you with his cock.
He decided to stay in his room, hoping a book would calm him down but who was he kidding, his enhanced hearing meant he could hear you scurry around down the hall towards his room, and holy shit, if he could just grab your hair and bend you over-
"Bucky!" You lightly knocked at his door before popping your head in with a cheery smile, holding a mug of hot chocolate topped with marshmallows and plenty of whipped cream. No matter how intimidating Bucky painted himself out to be, you knew the soldier loved all the little extra toppings, especially after you caught him adding extra whipped cream when no one was looking.
"Hey" Bucky's voice came out more strained than intended, hoping to will his erection away which currently throbbed with need.
"I brought you hot chocolate" You stepped into his room, pausing when Bucky's smiled looked more like a grimace as he shifted from his place sitting against the headboard.
"Is-is everything okay?" You ask, padding towards him and he can't even hide the tent in his sweats, setting down the book he was reading to try and cover himself.
"Of course-yeah-thanks y/n" He rasped out as you came over and handed him the mug, your sweet scent of vanilla, sugar and spices only making it harder for him to keep his hands to himself.
"Are you sure you're okay?" You could tell Bucky was tensed, chewing his lip without meeting your eyes which was strange considering he was normally fine around you.
"Wouldn't be able to tell you sweets" Bucky chuckled to himself with a sigh rubbing the back of his neck while you cocked your head to the side, the tiny movement making the bells ring again.
Fuck.
"I don't think you'd want to help with something like this doll"
"Try me"
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"OH" *jingle* "MY" *jingle* "GOD" You wailed, your bells ringing with each thrust as Bucky's cock slammed into you, his hands squeezing your hips as he fucked you from behind. He had you on your hands and knees after tearing your clothes of, loving the needy little whimper you let out after you caught a glimpse of his rock hard cock pressing against his sweats.
"That's it baby, that's it, sound so pretty with those cute little bells in your hair" Bucky groaned, biting his lip to keep his voice down as he fucked you harder, pushing his cock in as deep as it would go, "Look at how you're taking all of me baby, taking my big dick so well, such a good. Girl"
"More, want-more" you hiccupped, tears from pleasure streaking down your face, squealing when Bucky's hand spanked your ass before pulling out and manhandling you till you were on top. You whined, your lips pulled into a pout, all naked on top of the soldier except for the bells in your hair, your needy pussy clamping down on him. You pawed at his hand, tugging it to where you needed him most, moaning when he used his thumb to rub your clit, smirking at your fucked out state.
"Aww babygirl, are you too cockdrunk to fuck yourself on my dick" Bucky cooed as you squirmed on top of him, sloppily grinding yourself, your greedy cunt begging for anything he'd give you. You
"Fuck you're such a little slut" Bucky gritted out as he planted his feet against the mattress and started to fuck up into you, your boobs bouncing in his face matching the dainty rings every time he thrusted his hips up. "Want you under that goddamn tree and nothing else baby, gonna fuck you on every surface of his place"
Bucky could only take so much, his balls pulling tight to his body, cum desperate to blow and paint your walls, your pleasure contorted face all just for him.
"Walking around with these fuckin' bells, making my cock so hard, lookit how pretty you sound now baby, fuck y/n, m'gonna cum!"
"C-cum in me Bucky" You cried out, sobbing in pleasure as your orgasm ripped through you, collapsing against his chest as he fucked you through your high.
"That's it baby, milk my cock, that's what I want for Christmas, wanna empty my balls in you, fuck-oh fuck-milk it baby, shitt!" Bucky bit down on your shoulder to muffle his loud moans, shoving his dick in as far as it would go as he started to throb ropes of his spend into you.
That was round 1.
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"You look like you've seen a ghost" Tony snorted as he saw Sam and Steve enter the living room, the captain's face pale in shock while Sam couldn't stop grinning. "What happened. We're gonna start the movie soon, where's metal man and y/n"
Steve went beet red while Sam cackled, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Making their own rendition of Jingle Bells"
Anyway, I'm sorry for giving you debauched instead of wholesome plots, MERRY CHRISTMAS YA FILTHY ANIMALS (the filthy part is for me @ myself)
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OH MY GOD??????
THEY WERE GATEKEEPING IT FOR 10 YEARS
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winterarmyy · 7 months
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An alternate ending of Thin Walls, Thin Lines.
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Note: Basically the smut content no one asked for our fuckboy!bucky in 《 Thin Walls, Thin Lines 》. So read it first for context! (if you haven't already)
Navigation: Original Version || Deleted Scene* (alt. ending)
Pairing: fuckboy!bucky x female!reader
Words: 3.7k++
Warnings: 18+ content, smut, no minors allowed, nsfw, fluff, lil bit of angst, cunnilingus, finger fucking, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, squirting, cum eating, needy bucky, an absolute filth and i'm sorry for bucky's behaviour in this one, he is just a horny mf on a daily basis also I just want to warn you about the sinful things he might say in this.
P/S: I don't know what to say. I love the fluff ending from the original version, but this... this ending. Even if i feel like it's a messy writing. but pheww. You can just tell why I refused to choose and ended up doing both.
Read my other works here: Masterlist
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A playful smirk pulled on Bucky's lips when he spoke "Doll, you shouldn't be saying that so carelessly. Who knows I might use it for despicable things." Surely, he love to be the cause to bloom those red shades on her cheeks.
But it didn't happened when she asked quietly, "Will you?"
And the silence that came after was heavy with tenderness while their eyes spoke the truth to one another. As the thin lines in between got blurry, for once, there was just streams of genuine feelings pouring out of them, leaking through and contaminating the air with its magic.
Would he? Take advantage of her?
Of course not. But will he lie just to tease her? Yes. He would. "Maybe. Only if you let me." He shrugged.
And that made her blooming feature fell into a gloom. As if she was having a chaotic crisis within the pretty little troubled head of hers. Y/N didn't want whatever he was suggesting. She wanted more than a brief fling; more than a casual situationship.   
Because she loved him; truly. It wasn't just a passing passion, or an accidental chemistry.
Seeing the frown on her face and the panic spiralling in her eyes, Bucky chuckled as he knew she was taking his joke way too seriously, "Okay, how about I let you on with a little secret?" He suggested.
It perked her interest that Y/N simply nodded to his offer. Bucky smiled as he leaned down, lips grazing the shell of her ears whispering a shocking confession.
She wasn't even high from any medication that Dr. Cho had prescribe to her but she couldn't believe what she heard. Her widen eyes questioned his smug smile hovering over her. Until she sneakily pulled the pillow next to her and threw it to his face.
Y/N kicked the blankets and changed into a sitting position, "Urghh you're such a dick, Bucky! I can't believe that I let you make fun of me!" She said with a biting tone.
"But, I'm not though?" Which only triggered her to smack him more with the pillow she was holding. Soon, the silent room were filled with the sound of her angry groans and Bucky's hearty laughter that cascade into a muffled chuckles.
The moment Y/N let her guard down, Bucky quickly stole the soft weapon from her and reclarified his confession, "I'm serious. I've been in love with you for awhile now." It's not she was blind; she saw no lies in his eyes and there was nothing but truth in the gentle of his voice.
She squinted her eyes into a glare and folded her arms across her chest, "Well, you have a rather funny way of showing it."
Bucky only smile to her snarky remarks, his hand finding hers to pull her closer, "I think I made it clear with the endless flirting that you have been blatantly rejecting, doll." He placed her perfectly on his lap, rubbing his big hands on her small back.
Y/N scoffed, "The only thing that was clear from that was how badly you wanted to get in my pants." Despite her objection, she let him pamper her body with his touch.
Bucky grinned, "And I do. But, only because I love you."
When she caught his gaze, she knew there was something magical about it; she have read so many books and poetry describing the look of his steel blues. A look that she can only dream of and not experience it; and if she was to make it come true, then this would be it.
Bucky moved slightly forward to nudge the tip of his nose on her own, hands intertwining with her shaky ones, silently asking for a permission to kiss her.
If she wasn't too focus on his presence on her skin, she would've noticed how the blood rushing to her cheeks were making her blushed in red. It felt good, it felt right.
Y/N gave her answer by leaning her forehead on his and he didn't waste any time to capture her lips, pressing an innocent kiss against it as his flesh hand gripped on hers while his metal hand find her cheek.
Soon enough the surrounding air heated and Bucky managed to slipped his tongue into her parted lips, his tongue wrapped around hers as her free hand reached back to gather his hair in her grasp. As they were blinded in sight by their closed eyes, they let sensory of their body ravel in each other's touch.
Out of instinct, her hand pulled from his back, then resting it on the prickly surface of his jaw before slightly pushing him away. Bucky took the cue and broke the kiss, "Babydoll." His hot breath blew against her cheek as he lean his lips on it.
Y/N realized what she had done; she let him kiss her, touch her but what does this mean? "I..I.." She hesitated.
"You're okay, y/n. Tell me to stop. Tell me to fuck off. It's okay, you can tell me anything." Bucky coaxed softly as he held her closer.
"I want this. I want you, Bucky. But... how can I trust you?" She really do. But, some part of her still reluctant to his history, "You've been sleeping around with those girls for months. Almost every night." Bucky cringed to his own behaviour. "How do I know it? That I'm not becoming one of them? That I'm not just some fucktoy you're gonna use and toss after?" She didn't care if she sound desperate. She needed him to be true because she know this won't work if he isn't willing to.
Bucky breath caught in the middle, as he knew that even the sweetest words won't satisfy her worry, so he only told the truth, "You have been the only one I wanted, y/n. And I know words aren't enough convice you. So let me show you, baby. Let me make love to you until you see how much I truly love you."
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And he indeed fulfill his promise on that.
Bucky took his time undressing her until she was bare as the day she was born. He took longer time kissing her skin, loving each part of her perfect body and a much more lingering kisses around the bruises from today's mission.
Now that her pretty little cunt was right in front of him, exposed and bare, he wondered if this was all just a dream. Because it felt like it. No matter though; he'd devour her just the same whether she was just a creation of his dreams or his actual reality.
Bucky pressed several kisses on her clit, leaving the wet kissing noises filling the quiet room. He brought his tongue out slowly and started to lick her up; just to have a taste, "So pretty." he purred in between licking her fluids, teasing her. "So perfect." His fingers went to spread her lips apart and she made a strangled noise when she felt his long wet tongue, flattening through her folds, "Fuck." she cursed.
And after the first taste of her, Bucky realized how greedy he was getting especially when delved right back into her. "Bucky..." she whimpered his name as his warm lips wrapped around her clit, lewdly sucking on as if it was a tasty strawberry flavored sweet, just to release her moments after. He chuckled and slurred against her wetness, "Love the way you moan by name, sweetheart. Need to hear more."
His hands had moved from her waist to her hips in effort to pull her closer. If Y/N had anything to speak up in response then it was too late to say out loud because her head was swiftly wiped clean the moment his lips press into her clit again.
Bucky's grip on her thighs were almost harsh, just to keep her legs spread wide open for him to suckle on her clit, flicking his tongue over it deliciously. Looking down, she can only see the dark mess hair bobbing between her legs as he eats out her needy little cunt.
Y/N's mind was cloudy with ecstacy and pleasure crawling through her with each flick of his warm tongue between her folds. When it felt too good, she couldn't help but to catch his soft hair, holding on for her dear life as he devoured her cunt; noisy and messy.
"So fucking good, doll." He grunted into her weeping pussy, low and sensual as he pushed her legs further, allowing himself more access to her sweetness. "You taste so good."
Unbeknownst to her, Bucky was also enjoying every moment of this. Each time he moaned and groaned into her pussy, was the also time he thrusted his own needy cock against the mattress. The tip of was leaking with so much precum that it had left a wet stain behind.
With him getting that desperate, it felt like he was about to bust his nuts at any given time. But he wanted to wait; at least until Y/N gets her first high of the night. When his slick tongue deliciously fucking her pussy, exploring inside her, litters of curses of his name escaped from her lips as she moaned.
His wet tongue explored her insides as they clenched with lust and she choked out of air, not sure of how much longer she could take it because there was no way to deny it, she was about to cum, "Fuck,, Bucky. I'm cumming,,"
Bucky hummed into her when he pulled his tongue out, switching to rubbing on her clit, up and down, all the while was chasing his own orgasm, frantically humping on the bed like a rabid dog in heat.
Y/N gasped when he alternate between to sucking her clit and licking her up. Her back arched, pushing her cunt further into his hungry mouth in hopes to reach her release, "Please, please, don't stop.. need it, Bucky. Oh fuckkk"
Both of his hands; flesh and metal, slide up to grab her hips, helping her to grind on his tongue until her wetness came leaking out into his mouth, right on his tongue. Bucky came right along with her, grunting needily as the pink tip of his cock spurted out ribbons of his cream on in her mattress, marking his territory.
Bucky continued running his tongue up and down her wet slit throughout her orgasm, lapping away at her release that leaked out then gulping it down his throat as he watched her sighs with content.
When he pressed a soft kiss against her puffy, oversenstive clit, she thought it was end of it. But she couldn't be more wrong. The moment Y/N felt his metal finger trailed along her inner thighs, she knew that he wasn't satisfied with just eating her out.
She yelped when Bucky swiftly pulled her down, until her ass slides through the mess he made earlier, "What...?" Y/N herself didn't know what to ask but he knew exactly how to answer, "That's my cum, babydoll." He swiped some of the fluid from the sheets and smeared it on her throbbing cunt, making her instinctively moan.
Bucky smirked, "Eating your pretty pussy made me cum so hard, doll." With hunger in his gaze, he watched how his mess of a cum made her cunt glisten even more, "And because of that you deserve a reward, don't you think?" She whined as she nodded eagerly.
"Yeah, you do. You deserve to get your tight hole fucked by my metal fingers, don't you?" He continued to draw tight circles on her clit while his middle finger glides through her slit until he found her entrance, and pushed it in.
Y/N's head jerked up to the sudden intrusion. It was cold and reached much deeper than any of her fingers before. When Bucky twisted and curled the metal within her walls she cried out of pleasure. It was such new sensation and so fucking good.
A sudden entrance of another finger making her squeal from how sensitive her insides were to his metal fingers. And it made Bucky so full with pride to see her bending her back, her hips quivering, her walls tighten; all for him, "You can take it, sweetheart."
There was no such thing a pause when Bucky finger-fucked her hard; with his flesh hand pawing at her breast. He had his eyes locked on to the way her eyes roll back, panting breaths through those soft lips of hers, while his fingers drilled her tight pussy over and over and over, "That's it, that's fucking it baby. Such a good girl for me." He praised.
Endless moan were filling the room, along with the squelching sound of her wet cunt getting pounded mercilessly. Y/N lifted her hips higher; the feelings of Bucky's fingers inside her was different than her own. The stimulation and pleasure coming from his ways were distinct; like how the tip of his finger hits her unexplored g-spots or how his thumb pressed and twisted on her clit.
Bucky managed to pull the most sinful and desperate noises from her, "I-I’m going to cum,," she whimpered, hands balling into fists on the bed sheets as her hips followed his thrusts. "Yeah? Already, doll?" He taunted as he rolled her clit between his thumb and index finger.
Y/N nodded eagerly in between her moaning mess, before she let out high-pitched, satisfied whimper of his name as endless of fluid squirted out of her overstimulated pussy. "Oh fuck babydoll." He groaned as watched awe at her gushing cunt. "Did you just squirt? Hmm fuckkkkk, you should've done that when I have my mouth on you, baby. Shit."
Bucky scoot back to leaned his face right in between her legs. He darted his tongue out before he licked and suck the remaining fluid leaking out of her, making her squirm and whimper. And the slurping sound coming from him was such a sinful thing to hear, "Taste so good too. Gotta do that again next time, sweetheart. I wanna drink it all." he proposed.
"But now I need to be inside you." Bucky's declaration were cut short as his mouth captured hers in a heated kiss.
Y/N moaned into his mouth, tasting herself on his tongue as she kissed him back passionately, her body burning from all the pent-up frustration she had been pushing back for months. Bucky broke the kiss after a few mind-numbing minutes, before his hungry lips roamed around her neck, hands trailing over every part of her exposed skin as her heart rate spikes
"Need you, babydoll." Bucky groaned as he pumped his hard cock with his hand, spreading his dribbling pre-cum around his thick length. She whined as he gripped her legs, spreading them as wide as they'll go before rubbing the head of his cock against her slit.
He leaned again to kiss her one more time before sliding inside, slowly. "Oh god," Y/N moaned as she burned deliciously around him while he spreads her open.
Bucky's hands moved up find the crook in between her waist and hips, settling his veiny hands to the shape of her curves. His hips pounded into her, getting faster and harder with each thrust. As Y/N began to wrap her legs around his waist, he grabbed them and pulling he flused against his hips before he continued drilled his cock into her pussy.
The sensation was a combination of pain and pleasure and she feel as though she's in heaven. "Faster," she cried out.
"Look at you. You're so wet for me, doll. Feels so good around me--" Bucky's voice breaks into a groan as his hips meet hers, "--It's like your pussy was made for me. Gotta let me have you everyday now that you're mine, right sweetheart?"
"Mmmmhnn" she moaned; things took a turn when she clutched around him harder, it was abnormally tight as if it was trying to milk him right there and then. Bucky couldn't help but to groan in pleasure to the new sensation, "F-fuck" he cursed.
It took his less than a minute to figure out the reason why. Bucky smirked sinfully, "You like it when I talk dirty to you?" he slurred. Y/N's eyes were getting teary from all the pleasure she was feeling, from the stuffing feelings in her chest to the sensation of his hard cock thrusting in and out of her cunt.
"i- ahh I-i don't hhmmnn shit i don't know." she tried to deny him.
Bucky stopped his pace, pulled back slowly, "Really?" and slammed it back in hard, "Are you sure, princess?" He almost knocked her out of her breath.
"Oh yeah, I'm sure that my pretty girl loves it when I claim her as mine while I'm fucking her tight little pussy. Does she?" Bucky's kept on slow and hard torturous thrust, it was certainly slow but oh it felt so good; especially when he was doting at Y/N like this.
Was she really a sinner? Because this felt way too good to be in hell.
"Can't speak? Come on, my sweetheart. Speak up, let me hear ya." He demanded. Bucking her hips, wanting for more, "Y-yes, Bucky. I love i-it"
Bucky groan as her walls clenched him so good. Fuck, how many times has he thought of this? Dreamt of this? Probably, countless.
"You know why I keep changing girls, doll?" He sneaks his hands between their bodies and started to rub her clit. Her body shivered to the sensation, shaking her head to the sides as answer. "Yeah,, I bet you have no idea why do you?" He taunted.
Bucky let out a satisfied moan before his thrusts started going back to it's original pace. All whilst his cock pumped into her, gradually growing more fervent, her soaking pussy welcoming him in easily. Her whines mixed with Bucky's as she grabbed on the sheets behind her.
"Because I've been moaning your name in their ears, y/n. Everytime I stroke on my cock in anything, I have you in my mind. And when I cum, I imagine your pussy milking me dry. Just like you're doing now. Fuckkk,, doll, just like that."
Bucky's eyes that was fixated on her fucked out face since awhile ago, traveled down to where they were connected. Looking at how her little pussy shallowed his dick so well make him hornier.
Y/N slightly bounced upwards, his blues eyes tended back to her breasts. He used extra strength to see how her small body shook uncontrollably every time his hips met with hers, and to see those beautiful tits bouncing around.
"Bet you have no clue how much I want fuck my baby in you, doll. Or imagining the way your wedding ring glides on the side of my cock when you stroke me in your hand."
Bucky angled her body again by throwing her legs over his shoulders and leaned forward. This new angle made her eyes roll back. "Oh fuckk-- ahhh bucky,," she managed to say between his thrusts. Her entire body shaking from the tension building in her body as Bucky fucks her hard and fast, "I love you, y/n. I love you so. damn. much. I want to live the rest of my life in this cunt." He punctuated his words with hitting her sweet spot each time.
Bucky briefly threw his head back to hold back his orgasm before his hazy gaze landed on her, "Fuck doll, you look so pretty with my cock in you baby, so pretty. And we're so wet now. Hear that? Yeah, that's the sound of your tight little cunt getting wrecked by my cock. You fit me so perfectly. We're perfect." His thoughts were spilling out just as much as his precum leaking inside her.
There were tears in her eyes now, not only her walls but her whole body were stretching under him. It burned and it felt so damn good.
"Need you to cum, baby" Bucky spoke lowly, "I can feel ya, come on doll. Cum for me." He growled while continuing to pound her pussy.
And that would be the final straw for her. "fuck, yes, yes!" her voice hitched as her thighs begin to tremble around him. "...cumming. fuck, bucky i'm cumming." loud and sensual moans falling from her lips without much of an effort. Screaming out his name in pure bliss as her orgasm snapped through her high.
"That's it baby. Squeeze me so good." Bucky coaxed ever-so-tenderly, as her cum leaked around his cock and her pussy continued to milk him; begging and needing to feel his cum inside her.
"Hmm. I'm cumming, doll. Fuck,, oh fucking hell,, you're so good. Making me wanna cum, sweetheart. Where do you want it? Tell me. Where do you want my cum?" Bucky nearly whimpered as he felt his heavy balls were about to combust.
"Inside. Cum inside me," she moaned breathlessly.
Bucky almost growled to her response, "Good. fucking. girl. That's the only choice, baby. I'm gonna cum in you eitherway. Fuck fuck fuck,, I'm cumming shit take it, babydoll take it yeaahhh"
Leaning into her neck in a loud long moan, she felt Bucky's cock ached as he spilled himself inside her. His huge amount cream kept spurting endlessly, so much that it leaked out of her hole. Bucky whined as he continue to roll his hips, unable to stop humping into her stretched out, cum-filled cunt.
As he come down from the high, Bucky tried to pull out but only to be stopped by her circling her legs around him. He chuckled at her needy behaviour; as he found it quite adorable, "Want me to stay, baby?" he whispered softly and got a drunken nod as answer.
Bucky carefully flipped their position without leaving the tightness of her pussy, lying her limping body on his own. "Hmmmm" she hummed sleepily as she snuggled into his chest, eyes heavy with satisfaction.
"Yeah? Need my cock to fill you up for you to sleep well, hmm babydoll?" He cooed as he grind her hips downward, thrusting his cock into her slow and gentle. Y/N whined and mumbled, "Yes, please."
Bucky smiled tenderly, "Okay sweetheart. I'll keep you stuffed as long as you need me to. Now, I need you to go to sleep, okay?" He said, getting simple "okay" from the lady in his arms. Bucky placed a kiss on her head, as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as both of them got more and more drowsy as time goes by.
And at the end of this night, it was safe to say that this had been the best and longest sleep they both had since forever.
End.
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Dada » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier
Pairings: Husband/Dad/Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Mom!Reader with daughter Ivy
Summary: Bucky gets his year old daughter to understand that he’s dada, not her uncles.
Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness, hugs and kisses, nicknames/pet names
Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.
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You walked inside of the Avengers Compound with yours and Bucky’s year old daughter Ivy in your arms. You guys are there to visit Bucky at work.
“Look, there’s dada!” You cooed, pointing at Bucky who was talking next to Steve and Sam.
Ivy squealed in excitement and clapped her little hands. You gently put her on the floor and she waddled herself over to her daddy with you walking behind her.
“Dada!” Ivy shouts.
Bucky turns around and looked down, smiling when he seen his baby girl walking towards him.
“There’s my baby girl!” Bucky coos, picking her up.
Bucky gave her a hug and a bunch of kisses, making her giggle.
“Hi, doll.” Bucky smiles, kissing you.
“Hi, babe.” You smiled against his lips.
Ivy smiles widely when she seen her uncles.
“Dada!” She says to Steve and Sam.
Everyone went silent, looking at Ivy.
“No, sweetheart. That’s uncle Steve and uncle Sam. I’m dada.” Bucky tells her.
“Dada.” She says to them again.
“Uncle Steve and uncle Sam.” He points at them. “Dada.” Bucky points at himself.
“You dada.” Ivy says with a smile.
“That’s right! Can you tell me who they are?” He asks, pointing at Steve and Sam.
“Uncle Steeb and Big Bird.” She says, making Bucky laugh and Sam playfully glare at Ivy.
“How much did you pay her to say that?” Sam asks Bucky.
“I didn’t tell her to say that.” Bucky says, laughing again.
“She watched Sesame Street this morning.” You tell Sam.
Ivy tapped on Bucky’s shoulder, getting his attention.
“Yes, sweetie?” Bucky asks, looking at his daughter with adoration in his eyes.
“You dada.” Ivy tells him.
“You’re so smart, princess!” He says, kissing her cheek.
“Home.” She says, trying to tell you and him that she wants to go home.
“You want to go home?” You asked her, gently rubbing her back.
Ivy nodded her head yes, laying her head on Bucky’s shoulder.
“I think someone’s tired.” Steve says.
“Am not!” Ivy says with a pout and yawned.
You and Bucky smiled at her cuteness. Bucky said his byes to Steve and Sam before going home with you and Ivy. Ivy fell asleep on the way home and you put her in her crib when you guys got home. You took the opportunity to get started on dinner.
“Thank you for bringing our baby girl to surprise me at work.” Bucky says, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and kissed your cheek.
“No problem, baby.” You say with a smile, leaning against his body.
You put the stove on low and turned around to kiss your husband. Bucky smiles against your lips and pulled you against his body to intensify the kiss.
“Dada!” Ivy cries from her nursery.
Bucky kissed you once more and then went to Ivy’s nursery, smiling when he seen her standing up in her crib.
“Dada!” She says again.
“Dada’s here, princess.” Bucky coos, picking her up out of her crib.
“You my dada!” She says with a smile and wrapped her little arms around his neck to hug him.
“That’s right, sweetheart! I’m your dada.” He smiles, kissing her cheek. “Are you hungry?” He asks her.
Ivy nodded her head yes. Bucky walked to the kitchen with Ivy in his arms. You smiled when you seen them.
“There’s my two favorite people.” You smiled, kissing their cheeks.
“He dada. You mama.” Ivy tells you.
“You’re so smart sweetie!” You tell her.
“Wuv dada and mama!” She says.
“We love you too.” You and Bucky say with a smile.
🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵
-Bucky’s Doll
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fandoms-writings · 2 years
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OOooh. Okay, I've got one. I wish you'd write a fic where Bucky gets basic care for something extremely minor (like burning his hand on the stove or something) and it makes him super emotional. Like just something as simple as basic first aid gives him feels. <3
First Aid
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Pairing: avenger!Bucky x avenger!Reader
Word Count: 1040
Warnings: little injury, mentions of a little blood, tiny tiny angst, mainly fluff
a/n: not beta'd, this was fun! I like doing little drabbles
tell me what you wish I'd write
"Oh shit, goddamnit," You heard the grumbling coming from the kitchen followed by a clatter of what sounded like several dishes clanking against each other. Your brows furrowed as you quickly stood from your reading spot and made your way to the source of the noise.
Bucky stood there, holding his flesh hand as the water in the sink continued to spray.
"Buck, you alright?" You asked, making your way to his side. He mumbled something about how he was fine, but the second you saw the red leak out between his fingers, you rushed to close the distance.
"Oh my god, what happened?" You asked, taking his hands in yours, prying his fingers open so you could take a look.
"I was just trying to clean up a bit, do the dishes for everyone. Wasn't paying attention and grabbed a knife by the blade," He looked to the sink at the knife that had drops of blood on it, "but I'll be alright."
"Come on," You reached and turned the sink off before grabbing his forearm and pulling him with you.
"Wait, where are we going?" He asked.
"To get you taken care of. Can't have you going around with a gash in your hand, even if you are a super soldier," You looked over your shoulder at him, giving him a small smile.
"I don't want to bother Cho with this, it'll heal on its own," He argued, but he didn't fight against the pull of your hand.
"We don't need Cho, I'll get you wrapped up, don't worry." You gave him a light laugh and it was then he paid attention to where you were taking him. It wasn't the direction of the med bay, it was the floor you two shared. You led him to your room, and then into your little bathroom where you made him sit on the edge of the tub.
"I keep one of these in here for the little things that aren't worth going to a professional for," You reached in the cabinet, pulling out a small white box. You opened it to grab gauze and alcohol wipes before closing it again.
You made your way back to his side, holding your hand out, "Let me see?" You asked, and he slowly reached his fist out until your fingers gently wrapped around his, pulling them open to inspect the damage.
"This is gonna sting a bit," You warned him before wiping the gash with the alcohol wipe. He felt the sting, but he didn't pay it any mind. He watched as you cleaned and wrapped his hand with so much care and he couldn't help the lump that formed in his throat.
No one ever really showed him this kind of care before, not since he'd become who he is now. He only ever experienced hands that intended harm. Grabs that were meant to bruise and mutilate. Sure, he'd been growing used to the team, and how thoughtful they were. But no one, other than Steve of course, had ever shown him this gentleness. He knew the team was nervous around him. He could feel it in the air.
But having you seated next to him, your knees bumping his as you cleaned and dressed the cut that would be nothing more than a red line of irritation in his palm by tomorrow morning, it was new. He knew you weren't that wary of him, he didn't know why, but he picked up on it immediately. You were always comfortable around him, and he grew to be relaxed around you. But this was different.
Your gentle touches across his fingers and his wrist as you moved his hand around, wrapping it in gauze, sent shivers up his arm and through his entire being. He was touch starved.
Your eyes shot up to his when he sniffled, and the look you gave him had his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "Bucky. . ." Your voice was soft and your hands stilled over his own and he didn't dare take his hand out of your caring hold.
"Sorry," He sniffed again and ducked his head, reaching to cover his face with his metal hand, "I'm fine I promise."
You were silent for a moment before one of your hands left his wrapped one. It appeared on his metal wrist, pulling it away from his face. He let you guide it to rest in your lap with his other hand, your fingers wrapping around his palm.
"Hey," You muttered and he looked up to see your gaze free of judgment, "It's okay to not be okay," You gave him a small, crooked smile as understanding filled your eyes and you squeezed his hands, "It's okay."
He gave you a shaky smile back as the tears gathered in his lashes fell, one by one, down his cheeks. Taking a slow breath, he cleared his throat, "No one's ever. . ." He looked down at your hands encasing his, though his were twice the size of yours, "No one's ever cared for me like this, other than Steve. But even with him. . . it's different." He mumbled, too nervous to look back up at you.
You let out a breath through your nose and squeezed his hands once more, "Well," You started, leaning in closer, "I'll always care for you. In whatever way you need me to."
He blinked and looked up at you to see nothing but honesty and compassion in your gaze, "You don't have to do that, I don't wanna burden you-"
"Don't," You cut him off, "You're not a burden, Bucky. I'd be honored if you let me do that for you. Everyone needs someone who can help take care of them every once in a while."
He sighed before nodding, "Okay," He whispered, "Thanks."
"Of course," You smiled again, "Need a hug?" He let out a wet laugh and nodded.
"Please." You released his hands and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in.
That night, you held a "family meeting" with the team and how to not leave hazards out for others to get hurt on, specifically, how to not just throw a knife haphazardly into the sink for someone to slice their hand on.
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thyme-in-a-bubble · 5 months
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teamwork
kinktober, day twenty-six
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a/n: ........I mean, how could i not? it's a classic.
summary: “oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips. 
warnings: reader x pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson), smut, slight dubcon, pro athlete au (even though i know the majority of them are american, i’m just gonna say that they play for a team somewhere else just so that i don’t have to say soccer, it hurts my soul), the old oops i accidentally walked into the locker room trope, gangbang, everyone's a hoe, established relationship, kissing, size kink, dirty talk, handjobs, oral, thigh riding, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, anal, double penetration, bukkake, spit kink, squirting, impact play, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms
word count: 5400
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“You were amazing out there,” you purred between pecks as Steve’s firm thigh, slotted between your own, rubbed against your core, your short skirt flaring out over the shorts of his uniform. 
“Thank you,” he chuckled, his lips fluttering down your neck as he uttered, “you know, I think was even better with you in the audience,” nudging his leg more determinedly against you as you melted against the wall he had you pressed against, “like you brought me luck or something.”
Just then, as you felt yourself begin to soak through your underwear and mark your boyfriend’s uniform, someone from further down the hallway poked their head out of a door and shouted, “hey, Rogers!” reeling back from the crook of your neck with a peeved exhaled, Steve cast his glance in the individual's direction, “coach wants a word with you in his office.”
“Alright, thanks,” he nodded before turning his attention back to you, arms firm on either side of your head, cosily caging you in as he spoke, “I’ll be right back,” his leg reluctantly retracted from your warmth, “there is lounge down around the corner there that should be on the quiet side about now if you don’t wanna wait out here,” he offered a vague nod to his left before dipping down to near your lips one last time. 
Smile growing wide at his considerateness, you breathed, “okay,” but the kiss you thought he wanted to give to you never came as his nose just ghosted against your own, seemingly savouring the moment before you felt him shift and his finger disappeared below your skirt, “Steve, what are you-,” but the rest of your sentence never saw the light of day as, with a daring smirk on his lips, Steve swiftly kneeled down before you and snatched your underwear down past your knees, keeping his eyes on yours as he methodically manoeuvred your jelly like legs to steal the sodden garment completely. 
“I’ll come find you in a bit, yeah?” he placed a playful peck right above your knees before straightening back up. 
“Steve!” you hazily giggled as he began to disappear down the corridor. 
“10 minutes, 15 tops!” he called over his shoulder as he sauntered away from your stunned form, “then I’m claiming my prize!” 
With a breathy chuckle still billowing from your lips, you pulled out your phone and rounded the corner, scrolling through your options of temporary entertainment as you neared the room that you could supposedly wait in.
Eyes glued to the small screen in your hands, you didn’t even glance up as you reached the first door you approached, not assuming there were any other options, you simply pushed it open and strolled in. 
Fully expecting that you were nearing a couch or something soon, the room you’d blindly entered turned out to not be the lounge you’d thought it was, but instead, the team’s locker room as you swiftly walked straight into a broad and bare chest. 
“Wow, I’m sorry-,” your eyes tore away from your screen to finally discover where you were. Vision growing wide, you stared up at the athlete before you, his golden mane rustling from the collision, “I-I-…”
Blinking up at Thor, your own name even escaped your memory as you found yourself in the very last place you should have wandered into.
From off to the side, you heard the voice of Tony holler, “hey sweetheart, fans aren’t allowed in here,” before leaning closer to the sandy buzzcut beside him and muttering quietly, “I thought they said they had tightened security around here…”
With your feet still frozen to the floor, your mouth hung agape as your eyes glazed over the recognisable individuals throughout the room, all in various states of undress. As Thor’s towering form moved past, walking over to snatch up a towel, someone else dexterously took his place, “wait a second, I recognise you,” you blinked back at the guy who rarely left your boyfriend’s side, “you’re Cap’s new girl, aren’t you?”
“I-I-, yeah,” you stammered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in here-”
“Oh, but you did,” Bucky teasingly took a step closer. 
“I was, uh, looking for the lounge, and I was just staring at my phone,” you swallowed thickly as someone out of the corner of your eye peeled off their shirt, “I’m so sorry, I'll get out,” but as you whirled around to bolt out of there, you just collided with another individual that had slyly slotted in between you and the only way out of here. 
“You’re cute,” you heard Bucky continue as you blinked up at Pietro, his athletic physique now completely blocking the exit, just as Thor's, the team's goalie, would do before the vast net during an intense game, “isn’t she cute, guys?”
Soft echoes of agreeance bounced off the walls before Pietro smiled down at you, “what’s your name, baby?” his accent sending a shiver straight down your spine. 
“Y/n…” you softly uttered, your heartbeat deafening in your ears, growing and rippling out from where it was still thumping from between your thighs.
“That’s a pretty name,” his eyes washed over your visage, licking it up like he was at a museum. 
“So, tell us, Y/n,” you spun back around at the sound of Bucky’s timbre, “did you really just not pay attention or did you perhaps walk in here on purpose?”
“No!” you squeaked, “I swear, I didn’t-”
“Because I think you were trying to catch a little glimpse,” he teasingly cut you off with a soft tilt of his head. 
“Oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips. 
“No, I wasn’t trying anything, I-,” the rest of your plea got suddenly swapped out with a shuttering gasp as the player sitting on the bench beside you had begun to ghost his hand against the goosebump-ridden flesh of your leg, sneakily twisting his position enough to catch a glimpse as his touch carelessly bushed against your short skirt, making it briefly fluff out enough for him to notice. 
“Hey,” Sam boomed to the rest of the team, “she’s not wearing any panties!”
“She’s not?” Thor turned his head to join the festivity entirely.
“Fuck,” you heard Clint curse gutturally, “you came to the game like that?”
From right beside him, Tony bit down on his smirk, “what a little fucking slut…” 
“No, it wasn’t-”
But before you could manage to convince them, Pietro pushed your form lightly and sent you directly into Bucky’s waiting arms. With your back arched like a ski slope, your short skirt rose up, covering virtually nothing, especially after you’d had your undergarments stolen, and granted the men behind you a pornographic view of the state Steve had left you in. 
Catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, Bucky tilted your head up to catch your hazy eye, “why don’t you wait here with us?”
“I-…” you blinked back at him, feeling your chest rise and fall rapidly against his. 
“Rogers won’t mind,” he shook his head reassuringly, fingers shifting to gently caress you’re your heated cheek, “promise.”
“Yeah,” Pietro’s voice resonated vibrantly from behind you once more, “we always take good care of his girls…” 
Utterly spellbound by his ocean gaze, your head nodded fuzzily, “o-okay,” your breaths came in shaky as you spoke, “I guess if you say Steve wouldn’t mind, then I could probably just hang out in here for a bit till he gets back.”
“Great!” Sam clapped his hands together, the sudden noise causing you to jump out of the burly arms that held you. 
Leaning back against his locker, Clint then asked, “so did you enjoy the game?”
“Oh, sure,” with clumsy words flowing from your lips, your eyes traced Thor’s half-naked form as he crossed the room, “it was fun, I mean, you guys played really well, congrats on the win by the way.”
“Aw, thanks,” the man your gaze was locked upon sniggered as he settled in beside Tony, then leaned in to mutter in his ear just loud enough for you to catch, “Cap really wasn’t bluffing about her.”
“Dude, I know,” Tony harmonized lowly before raising his voice, “so, Y/n!” he slyly cleared his throat, “you never did tell us why you came to our game commando. Did you do that for us?”
“Oh, I-…” you averted your gaze, attempting to explain it with an airy laugh, “that wasn’t me, Steve kinda stole them a few minutes ago.”
Counting from behind you, Pietro challenged, “oh, Steve stole them, did he now?”
“Yeah,” you nodded bashfully. 
“And just why would he do such a thing?”
“I-…” you redirected your vision up towards the ceiling, “I think it’s easy enough to deduce what he was thinking.”
“Yeah, but I wanna hear you say it,” Pietro playfully stepped closer, tilting his head to catch your nervous gaze. 
“Come on, honey,” Sam’s tongue flickered out to glisten up his smirk, “don’t get shy on us now.”
Gnawing on your bottom lip, you then confessed with an exhale, “…we were gonna go celebrate…”
“Celebrate? Really?” Bucky’s gaze gleamed back at you in amusement, “well, that sounds fun, doesn’t it sound fun, guys?” he didn’t tear his eyes away from you as he countered to the others, their enthusiastic replies swiftly filling the thick air. Slowly leaning in close, he tugged a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, “you know what I think?” your head instantly shook, hypnotically granting him the answer to continue, “I think we deserve some celebrating as well, don’t you think? I mean, it wasn’t only Rogers out there on the field. Don’t we deserve a prize as well?”
As he cradled your face, all you could do was melt, “I-… I guess so…”
Closing the short distance, Bucky planted a feathery kiss upon your lips before tilting his head back ever so slightly to flash you a playful glance, “yeah?” his words were just above a whisper, “you wanna celebrate with us till Rogers gets back?”
With starry eyes, you blinked back up at the football player and hummed, utterly spellbound, “uh-huh,” before his lips pressed against yours once more, kissing you like there was no tomorrow. 
Letting go of your face, his silky touch casketed down your form like a waterfall, flutteringly roaming, up and down, each time carelessly catching your skirt and letting it gather up with his hungry movements. 
As you purred enchantedly against Bucky’s lips, Pietro behind you sank down to his knees, his intentions becoming clear as you began to feel soft pecks flutter across the backs of your thighs, his fingertips raking over your tingling skin in sloppy patterns. 
But as his caresses danced their way further north up your flesh, I didn’t take long before the greedy man dove head first into what he truly wanted to kiss, rendering you to tear away from Bucky’s lips with a dizzying pant, “oh my god,” and bury your face in his brawny chest. 
Lapping against your soppy folds, Pietro let go of your puffy pearl with a pop, briefly pulling back to share, “fuck, she tastes good.”
“Oh yeah?” Thor breathed from the sidelines. 
“Like fucking sunshine and rainbows,” he elaborated with gravelly desperation in his tone before latching onto your core once more. 
You barely noticed when people stepped closer, scarcely knowing whose hands were exploring your every inch, all you knew was how incredible they made you feel. 
Squeezing your boobs through your thin shirt, nipples pebbly and clear through the fabric, you felt Tony’s breath tickle your ear, “you mind taking this off for us, sweetheart?”
Eyes fluttering over your shoulder to find him, you simply raised your arms high above your head and let them yank your t-shirt off and merrily discover how you hadn’t bothered to put a bra on this morning. 
Glancing down, you watched as Clint cupped your softness in his wide palms, “damn, look at these fucking tits,” he gave them a little jiggle before dipping his head down low to place a few pecks along them. With the left of your small buds swiftly getting captured by his lips, a different hand took over palming your right as your fingers found Clint’s short hair, your nails scraping gently along his scalp, “you like that, hon?” he blinked up at you as he sucked, friskily nipping at your sensitive skin, “you like having these little nipples played with, huh?”
“Mhm,” you nodded hazily as someone reached out to pinch harshly the one not getting slobbered. 
“What else do you like, huh?” Bucky asked, his radiating form still pressed up against you. Capturing your chin, his thumb extended to brush over your lips, “you like having something in this pretty little mouth of yours?” poking it in, the pad of his finger softly ran across your tongue before your lips enclosed around him, your head blissfully bobbing as you sucked on his digit, “yeah? You wanna suck our cocks?” he retracted his digit, smearing saliva across your cheek as you offered him a foggy nod, “you think you can handle all of us at once?”
“I don’t know if I can,” you admitted with excitement bubbling in your belly, “I’ve never been with more than just one person at a time.”
“Oh no, really?” Tony rumbled playfully, “you’ve never been shared by more?” he palmed your tit roughly as you craned your neck to gaze at him, “what a fucking shame, truly, you deserve to be worshipped like a goddess.”
“Don’t you worry, darling,” Thor smirked, “we’ll help you,” before Pietro as the last one distanced himself, letting go of your petals with a pop, as you sank down to the floor.
You hadn’t really noticed before, but now that you were at the right eye level, it became impossible not to take in the team’s enthusiasm. Most of them were already touching themselves and some even had already whipped their cocks out, the vision causing your eyelids to flutter as your brain turned molten at the possibilities. 
“O-oh, wow,” your eyes grew to the size of plates as they tugged their shorts down, “I-I-,” lengths springing free all around you, “I don’t know where to start… wow…” a giggle suddenly began to bubble out of you as you tore your stare away from their erections to find their eyes, “h-hi.”
Grasping your hand in his, Bucky then wrapped your fingers around his girth, smiling down at you as he throbbed for you, “hey, baby.”
“You’ll all so-,” your dazed gaze flickered around at them all, “wow…”
Raising your other hand up, you enclosed it around Clint, testing out a gentle jerk to gauge their reactions. 
“Yeah, right back at ya,” Clint echoed your compliments as his mouth fell open, utterly spellbound by your tender efforts. 
Catching Pietro’s eye, you slowly leaned in and gave his tip a sweet kiss, smile wide as you then licked it a few times as if he was a melting ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day, “oh, shit,” he groaned, the grip he had around his base tightening, “open up for me, baby,” parting your lips, he then slowly rocked forward to fill up your mouth slightly, “yeah, just like that,” you felt his pulse against your tongue, “fuck…”
Head bopping gently at a leisurely pace, drooling blissfully around Pietro’s bulbous head, you shifted your hands, eyes fluttering in an attempt to locate the others, Sam and Thor then instead came to your rescue by seizing your flailing hands and bringing them to what you sought. 
When you pulled back from Pietro to catch your breath, his dick falling from your swollen lips with a crisp pop, you barely managed to suck in one whole breath before Tony’s hands seized either side of your face, bringing you close and sliding his cock in past your gasp. 
“Here you go,” he groaned as he rolled his hips, instantly going so deep that he tickled the back of your throat. With his fist tight around his base, he reluctantly let you come up for air, pulling back so swiftly as if the lack of your warmth pained him, “show me that tongue, angel,” chest heaving and eyes a daze, your mouth fell open and did as he requested, a hot string of drool promptly dripping from it and connecting to your exposed chest. Grabbing your chin and holding it tight, he leaned down and spit in your mouth, watching only a moment as it sparkled on your tongue before he tapped the weight of his girth against it, playing with it like a rain puddle before he ruthlessly thrust forward so deep that his heavy sack nuzzled against your chin and his tip disappeared deep down your throat, “there you go, honey,” fingers woven in your hair, he kept you still as he fucked your face, “there you go…” 
As Tony selfishly made you choke on his cock, Clint then knelt down beside you and reached under the short skirt that still clung to your hips. One hand still pumping himself, his other fingers found your core. 
“Fuck, she’s so wet,” he groaned, granting your aching clit a few circles before your pussy practically sucked one of his fingers in from how turned on you were, slipping in with no effect at all. Girth falling from your lips, you let out a shuttering gasp. Pressing his cheek against your own, Clint chuckled lowly, “you like that, baby?” lavishly caressing your walls ever so slowly, “that what you need?”
“Oh, god,” you panted, eyes fluttering shut, “yes!”
As he offered you another digit, he kept up a dizzying pattern of pumping his fingers into you, petting against a spot that made your pussy sing, only to retract them in order to rub your puffy pearl, repeating the dance till your legs trembled against the cool tile floor. 
“How about something else, huh?” Thor’s voice cut through your haze, “you wanna get that little pussy stretched out by something else?” your frame then jumped as Clint promptly landed a sharp slap against your soppy folds, forcing your eyes to snap open and your mind to race for an answer. 
Eyes training on Thor, a playful smirk bloomed on your lips, “what do you have in mind?” you asked innocently before you leaned in close and swiped your tongue over his leaking tip. 
Pumping his cock tightly in his fist, he tapped it against your beaming face and chuckled, “you really want me to spell it out for you?” to which you simply giggled under the weight of his length as a reply, one that swiftly got cut short and morphed into a gasp as Clint beside you plucked you up onto your wobbly feet. 
Working as the team that they were, they spun you around so that your backside pressed up against Thor. Hiking your skirt far enough up your waist to render it useless, the blonde athlete gazed down at your dripping mess, nuzzled against him and virtually drooling for him to split you open. 
“Look at that…” he briefly swiped his cock through your folds, parting them with his girth, “so pretty,” before his hips snapped forward and buried himself completely, “fuck…”
Eyes fluttering closed, you let out a shuttering moan as he held you there for a moment, savouring the euphoric sensation as your spine melted back against his chest. As Thor nuzzled you close, filling your cunt up so much that your knees threatened to give out, you felt stray hands find your tits, twisting and tweaking your nipples teasingly as some others grabbed your palms and guided them towards their cocks, enveloping their own around yours and fucking up into your touch. 
“How does she feel?” you heard Tony ask. 
Grip digging into your hips, Thor eased his length out, just halfway, before slamming it back inside, poking a place that pushed the air out of your lungs, “fucking incredible,” his lips ghosted against the shell of your ear. 
When a pair of hands found your face, cupping your flaming cheeks, your eyes dreamily blinked open once more to gaze back at Sam. Briefly pressing his lips against yours, it nearly gave you whiplash when they then manoeuvred your spine to bend, bowing down for your mouth to be aligned with Sam's excitement.
“Here you go, sweetheart,” he pumped his cock before you, smile growing wider as your soft tongue began to swipe across him, “don’t forget the nuts,” he lifted his length far enough out of your reach, groaning loudly as you began to drool all over his jewels as he wished, “that’s it, atta girl…”
Feeling Thor’s hands shift, one of them came to clench your skirt tightly, gathering the fabric on the small of your back and holding onto it as an anchor as the other one descended upon your ass, slapping away in quick succession, just hard enough for it to tingle deliciously. 
It all felt like a blur, like a dream. A beautiful and intoxicating dream. The kind of dream you’d never wanna wake from. 
After cumming all over Thor’s cock, in the hazy daze of it all, it took you a moment to realise that they had all switched out, trading places so that Pietro was now behind you, sliding in and out of your clenching cunt, and Clint was before you, sinking his dick so far down your throat that it left an imprint.
“This how you thought meeting the team would go, huh?” Bucky’s timbre cut through all of the moans, “this what you expected?” his touch was all over you, so hungry that you could barely keep track of it, “you expected us to pass you around and fuck your brains out?” gliding his palm down your spine, he then came to fixate on the little rosebud just shy north of where Pietro was having his fill, “has Cap fucked you here before?”
In between your sloppy pecks across Clint’s cock, you admitted, “a-a couple times.”
“A couple of times,” he chuckled darkly, “really?”
“What a dirty little girl you are, letting your boyfriend fuck you in the ass,” Clint suddenly got down to your level and plucked up your flustered face, bringing you close to his own, “say it, say that you’re a dirty girl.”
The words promptly flowed from you as if you were hypnotised, “I’m a dirty girl.”
Tapping your cheek lightly with his palm, he ordered, “again.”
“I’m a dirty girl.”
Slapping your features harsher this time, “one more time, what are you?”
“A-, fuck,” you whined, brows knitted as your pussy filled the room with soppy melodies of desire, “a dirty girl!
Just then, the door to the locker room burst open and in strolled none other than your boyfriend.
“Alright guys, listen up!” he called out before he truly took in the activities he’d just interrupted, “couch says that-,” but then when his gaze finally trained on your cockdrunk visage, the rest of his important message trailed off, “Y/n?” 
“Oh hey, Cap,” Bucky grinned, none of the players slowing down at the appearance of their leader, “thought we’d keep your girl entertained while you were gone.” 
Closing the door behind him, Steve took a slow step forward and sighed, “guys, seriously?” his glare found each and every one of them, “I was gonna talk to her first,” stride leisurely, he moved closer to you, peeling his shirt off as he did so. Kneeling down before you, getting on your level, a warm smile bloomed upon his lips as his eyes locked with your hazy ones, “hey baby.”
“S-Steve,” you whimpered, wanting so badly to explain, but unable to do anything other than melt even further. 
“How are you doing, huh?” the back of his knuckles softly ghosted down your cheek as his gentle tone washed over you like a warm cup of tea, “you still wanna tell me how well I played today or are you too busy telling the rest of the team?” 
“No, please don’t go,” you grabbed onto his tender touch, “please!”
Straightening back up to his full height, he pulled his shorts down and let his cock spring free, slapping his toned abdomen with its enthusiasm. 
“You mind?” he offered Pietro a nod before the man complied, easing out, and passing you to Steve’s open arms. Scooping you up, his strong grip curved around your bottom entirely. Pressing your lips to his, you tangled your arms around his neck as he nudged your weeping core against his girth, your cunt already creaming and painting his cock a milky shade.
Carrying you in his arms as if it took no effort at all, Steve raised you up further, aligning you just so before dropping you back down again and letting you sink down onto his dick, the sensation causing a pornographic mewl to escape both of your lips as you let the fevered kiss crumble in order to hide your face in the crook of his neck.
“Fucking hell, that’s it,” Steve groaned, lifting you up and down in his grip like a precious little cocksleeve, “that what you needed, huh? You needed me to fuck your pretty little hole?” palming your bottom roughly, he them landed a few swift slaps across it causing even more electricity to course throughout you with the sparks of pleasurable pain, “after the team had their fill, you still needed to feel me?” eyes squeezed shut, your drool smeared against his pulse as you felt him extend a finger and rub a few circles over your other hole, all of the other previous activities already slickening it up enough to make his dance molten and his initiative effortless when he plugged it up, “have me fuck you in front of all of them, give them a good view of what a beautiful mess they’ve made of you… Open your eyes, baby,” hazy vision blinking open, the side of your head stayed plastered against your boyfriend’s broad shoulder as your eyes locked on the spectators, “look at them, look at what you do to them, look at how much they want you.”
Trembling in his arms, so violently that you convulsed off his cock completely, it wasn’t till Sam excitedly pointed out, “oh, she’s a squirter!” that you noticed the gushing waterfall your high had showered Steve with.
“Damn right she is,” Steve smiled proudly, realigning his tender hold as he pressed a soft peck to your temple, “my girl is full of many talents,” with long strides, he then walked up to the bench in the middle of the room and slowly laid down upon it, securely holding your molten form close as he shifted, your body completely plastered on top of his as he cheekily spoke, “in fact, Buck, come over here, help me stuff her a bit more, yeah?” 
Glance swiftly washing over Tony, Bucky asked, “hey, do you still have that-“ 
“Yep, of course,” Tony didn’t need any more to understand, hastily rummaging through his gym bag before tossing his teammate a small bottle of lube, “here!” 
After liberally slickening himself up, you perked up a bit as you felt Bucky’s skin press against your own, your back arching up against his chest as he teased you, nudging his tip against your farmost entrance and rendering your form to yet again give into the ecstasy and recover in a flash. 
But as soon as he confidently sank in at slow and steady pace, a gasp escaped your lungs, “oh my god!”
“What?” Steve smirked beneath you, catching your wild eyes as he teased, “what is it, babe? What’s he doing?”
Mouth agape and brows tightly knitted, you uttered, “he’s fucking my ass.”
“Who’s fucking your ass?” Steve’s mockingly sweet tone washed over you.
“Bucky,” you whimpered as he eased back out till just the essence of him remained. 
“Why don’t you look back at him and say thank you?”
Twisting your head, you found his gaze and hazily managed, “thank you, Bucky,” the sensation of him sinking back in and splitting you apart made it nearly impossible to complete the task. 
“Thank you, what?” Steve fished. 
“Thank you for filling up my ass, Bucky.”
Capturing your face, Bucky cradled it in his hands as he smiled, “you’re so fucking welcome,” before dipping down to steal a sweet kiss, “any time, doll, any time…” 
With your nose nuzzled against Bucky’s, your boyfriend’s low voice once more found your ears, “hey baby? Why don’t you slide my cock back in, huh? Stretch that little pussy out as well?”
Reaching down to seize it, you hummed fuzzily, “mhm,” before slipping it in, your eyes promptly fluttering shut at the ecstasy. 
Their thrusts were slow but immensely intense, with a roughness hiding behind the pace that made you tremble between them. 
“Fucking hell, if you don’t marry this girl, Cap,” you felt Bucky’s boorish fingers wrap around your delicate throat, “one of us will.”
Fighting to peel your blissful eyes open, you first caught sight of Steve’s adoring features beneath you, gazing between your fuzzy expression and your stretched-out holes as if you were some mystical goddesses. But then your vision glanced across the crowd of professional football players, all fixated on you and nobody else, stroking their cocks to the exact pace your holes got filled. 
“I-I-, fuck-…” you whimpered as felt yourself once again near the edge.
“What, are you gonna cum again, sweetheart?” Steve moaned, rolling his hips up into you in a synchronized rhythm, “I can feel you-, christ, you clench down so fucking tight when you’re all stuffed like this,” he snaked his fingers down to strum your aching and overly sensitive clit, your frame nearly bucking away from him as he bullied the painfully puffy pearl. 
“It’s too much, fuck-, I don’t think I can take it anymore,” you heard yourself cry, feeling as if you might actually pass out. 
“No, no, baby, you can, you can,” your boyfriend declared determinedly, not slowing down one bit at the sight of your pout, “you can take it, you can cum with the both of us inside of you.”
“B-but it’s so much, I-”
“Don’t worry, we’ve got you, don’t we, Buck?”
“Right here, doll,” Bucky’s warm palm slid down your front and grasped your left tit, his whole arm curving over you like a seatbelt holding you upright and close to him, “just fall and we’ll catch you.”
And with that, your pour pussy poured out everything it had, tears spewing from your eyes at the intensity.
“Aah!” 
Convulsing, you nearly tumbled to the tile below, but they both held you close, safely in their grasp as well as far down on their cocks as your gushing core clambered around them and nearly expelled them entirely. 
Maybe you fell asleep, for even a second, because that’s what it felt like when you blinked your eyes open once more to find your drowsy frame situated on the floor, the lingering aid from a few of the men to get you relocated still remaining as you blinked up at all of them.
Had it truly been that many cocks that had in one way or another been inside of you today?
Smiling up at all seven of them from your position on your wobbly knees, you let your mouth fall open and your tongue roll out once last time as they furiously jerked themselves to completion before you, the grin on your face only growing wider as their cum began to paint your skin.
Twitching and panting, the majority still let their touch linger needily as they floated back down to earth. 
Broad chest heaving with every deep breath, “babe,” Steve bit down on his smirk as he gazed down at the decorated state you were now in, “say thank you to the guys for taking such good care of you.” 
Making your gaze go on a round to catch each and every one of their doting stares, you uttered breathlessly, “thank you.”
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★ BUCKY BARNES
Unavailable [avenger!reader, avenger!bucky; drabble] & Soft And Sweet [drabble] & Word Blind [avenger!bucky & journalist!reader; drabble] & Once Upon a Dream [modern!au: veteran!bucky; drabble] & It’s Not the Same [modern!au; drabble] & Give Me a Reason [angsty; drabble] & Food for Thought [drabble] & Our Kind of Love [drabble]& Comfort Zone [drabble] by @abovethesmokestacks
When You Read Me Poetry [drabble] by @murdock-and-the-sea
Bribe the Super [modern!au: firefighter!bucky, neighbor!bucky, neighbor!reader, rogers!reader] by @real-jane
One Single Thread of Gold (tied me to you) [soulmate!au, post endgame, tfatws] by @sluttystucky
What You’ve Got [baseball!au/college!au: athlete!bucky, baseball!bucky; ftlotg series oneshot] & The Bear Attack [modern!au/lumberjack!au: lumberjack!bucky; undisclosed series drabble] by @pellucidconstellations
It Started With A Smile [Regency!au/Bridgerton!au: duke!bucky; series: ongoing] by @writing-for-marvel
Reflections [avenger!bucky, enhanced!reader; series: ongoing] by @breadqueen95
✪ STEVE ROGERS
Designated Passenger [drabble] & Repeat [drabble] & Surprise [drabble] & Pancakes & Toast [domestic!steve; drabble] & Good Morning [domestic!steve; drabble] & Safe Space [avenger!reader; drabble] & Close Quarters [avenger!reader; drabble] & Proof of Life [avenger!reader; drabble] by @abovethesmokestacks
Retired [Part of Steve’s Bday Bash 2022 collection; ex avenger!reader; drabble] & Bear [Part of Steve’s Bday Bash 2022 collection; drabble] & Biting by @rodrikstark
Never Have I Ever… [18+; avengers!au] by @tropicalcap
Alarm Clock [post endgame!au, retired!steve] by @sarahwroteathing
More Than Words [modern!au: writer!steve, librarian!reader; series: under revision] by @motsdeuxdejanie
Bridges Break [post endgame!au: scientist!reader; best friends to lovers; series: ongoing] by @shurisneakers
✯ SAM WILSON
I’ll Be Fine [post endgame; drabble] & Adventures in Avoiding Adventures [post endgame; drabble] by @abovethesmokestacks
🕸 PETER PARKER
Study Date by @selfcarecap
Twirling of the Apple Stem [tasm!peter] & Shampoo and Heartbreak [tasm!peter] & Of Lasagna and Indestructible Girlfriends & Of Enemies and Indestructible Girlfriends [tasm!peter] by @privateanxieties
Get the Girl by @lovelybarnes
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