justatirednightowl

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beard bros

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𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 | 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

Summary: Bucky puts a little to much faith in his super soldier abilities when you're sick.

Pairing: boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Word Count: <1k

Warnings: SFW! Fluff! Sickness (headaches, sore muscles, fever), kissing while sick. Reader can be any race!

A/N: Here's a quick little piece that came to me because I'm currently not feeling well (not to worry, just pains from my second vaccination, so it's all for the best!).

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For most people, getting sick was something that was at least a little manageable. As long as they had medicine and a good night’s sleep at their disposal, they’d be better within a few days. You prided yourself on having a good immune system and being a health nut, not remembering the last time you had a fever or needed to spend the day in bed. So when you got sick, you got really sick. And unfortunately, today was one of those days.

It started off small. A little congestion you only assumed was your allergies acting up. Then your head started pounding, then your body started aching. Soon enough, you were waking up in the middle of the night covered in sweat, checking your temperature only to find out you had a fever. Taking the next few days off of work, you stayed in bed, taking vitamins every six hours that would hopefully help you take this terrible feeling away.

Bucky was an angel. He held you when you needed to be held, brought you tea, and assured you that he would do whatever needed to be done around the house so you wouldn’t have to leave bed.

Bringing in your newly refilled bottle of water, Bucky set the bottle on the nightstand closest to you and laid next to you. He could feel that your temperature was still high. He hated to see you like this. You were so weak, barely being able to lift your head up without feeling it pounding.

He leaned in to kiss the top of your heated head, then down to your lips. “No, Buck. I don’t want to get you sick.” You said. You weren’t sure if what you had was contagious, but you didn’t want to take any risks.

“I feel like you always forget… you’re kind of dating a super soldier.” You could hear the cockiness in his voice. Like even though he only became a super soldier because of HYDRA, that he was now owning and finally confident in his abilities.

“That doesn’t make a difference… I don’t want to spread any germs, I don’t even know how I feel about you sleeping next to me-“

“I’ve been poked and prodded with every medicine possible. I’m basically immune to everything.” He insisted.

“Bucky, I’m serious. And there have been a lot of illnesses and diseases that have gone around since the 40s. I mean, they didn’t cure polio until ’53-“

“They cured polio?” Bucky joked, fake surprise in his voice. Try all you want, he wasn’t leaving your side.

“James,” you said sternly after letting a tiny laugh slip, “I said I’m serious.”

“So am I.” Bucky said, gazing into your eyes. He couldn’t help but notice how you looked. Your eyes were droopy, bags appearing underneath them due to the lack of sleep. A thin layer of oil and sweat found it’s home on your forehead, along your hairline. You would’ve loved nothing more than to take a shower if getting up wasn’t such a pain. Even though you looked sick, Bucky knew what you needed some loving.

He pressed his lips against yours. You tried to make it just a quick peck, but the second you felt his tongue slip into your mouth, you knew you were done for. There was no fighting it; Bucky was insistent on kissing you with the same love and passion he always did, regardless if you were sick or not.

And with time, you got better. You were able to get out of bed without pain. You could now eat more than just soup. You felt like yourself again.

Then you started to notice a change in Bucky’s behavior. Nothing major, just that he would wince before getting out of bed, you often heard him sniffling, and soon enough, when you hugged him it felt like he was on fire.

Bucky had also fallen sick, just as you suspected he would.

A few days after getting better, the two of you were sat yet again on the bed, only this time the roles were reversed. You were now taking care of a very sick Bucky, and you didn’t want to say, “I told you so,” but a part of you wanted to so badly.

“What did I say would happen?” you lovingly scolded, taking the thermometer out of Bucky’s mouth and reading that he was still sporting a fever.

“Hey, it was worth it.” He said, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you in to rest on his chest. In all honesty, he would’ve lived another hundred and six years feeling like this if it meant he could kiss you again and again.

Because no matter how sick either of you were, you always had just enough energy to love each other.

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You are all I feel.

BUCKY BARNES X F!READER

requested by @cherry-season , hope this is something you were looking for, I really enjoyed writing this and sorry if it is horrible, but I hope you enjoy it!

Bucky fluff!!

TW: swearing.

Bucky Barnes Masterlist.

When Bucky had first met you, he was afraid of you. He was afraid because of how loving and caring you were, noticing how you shared your love was through extreme affection which was something he had not had for over seventy years. Especially when you had hugged him after first meeting one another.

So when he met you, well, ran into you, your bodies colliding on the cold streets of New York City. When you ran into Bucky, you had thought you ran into a brick wall while turning the corner of the street, as you were walking with your head down to avoid the cool breeze.

The force almost sent you flying onto your ass, though a tight grip and two safe arms caught you, though the same could not be said for your warm beverage, which was now a lovely brown painting on the sidewalk.

“Oh my god,” his worried voice filled your ears as you were steadied “I am so sorry.” When you looked up and into his gorgeous blue eyes your breath left you “I-It’s okay, it was my fault I should have been watching where I was going.” You assured him quickly.

Bucky felt awkward now, unsure of what to say “It was a shit drink anyway.” You smiled and his heart fluttered so hard, he thought he would fly away with the breeze “I’m Bucky.” He added and played with the bottom of his jacket anxiously.

Your smile was so stunning he was turning into a gaping fool “It’s nice to run into you Bucky, I’m Y/N.” You cheekily responded and stuffed your hands into your pockets as the wind picked up. He nodded and bit the inside of his cheek, rocking back and forth between the heels and balls of his feet for a few moments.

“C-Can I get you another one? Please? It’ll make me feel like less of an asshole.” Bucky asked pointing down at the masterpiece on the sidewalk beside you both “Oh no, you don’t have to, it’s no problem at all.” You tried to decline, as you felt at fault “Y/N, please.” He sent you a less awkward smile and you nodded.

That day Bucky would never forget how awkward he was when you hugged him goodbye, after exchanging numbers of course, but from then on he understood you were someone who’s love language was affection. Which completely freaked him out.

Once you started dating one another, Bucky would be apprehensive with any contact, afraid you would leave him because of his past. “Hey Buck.” You would greet him after a long day at work, seeing him over at the stove and cooking away.

“Hey doll, how was work?” He would ask as he stirred the pot’s contents as you shrugged your large coat off and splayed it on the barstool at your kitchen bench “As horrible as ever.” You sighed and walked towards him, leaning up and pecking his cheek gently.

Bucky knew pretty early on that he loved you, with how gentle you were with him and how understanding you were. You had not asked him about his arm when it was on display, treating it like it was something people would see everyday.

He loved the way that further into your relationship, almost a year, where you two were living together, you would wake up early in the morning for work and kiss him softly on the forehead before you left. Of course he was awake for it, he was just faking his sleep to watch you with so much love and adoration.

About a year into your relationship, Bucky would feel comfortable to sleep shirtless and walk around with short sleeved shirts or even a tank top around your apartment in the Summer. By now he was more than okay with cuddling you in bed, his right arm wrapped tightly around you, or even you nestling into his side while watching some funny buddy cop movie on the television late at night.

It shocked him the first time you did it. When he felt your lips leave a gentle trail where the metal of his arm and skin of his shoulder met. So light and fluttery it made him jolt a little “Oh shit I’m sorry Buck.” You quickly apologised as he turned over in bed onto his back and looked over at you, a sad look filled ur face.

Bucky would reach out and pull you into his chest “It’s fine Y/N, it actually felt… nice.” He confessed which shocked himself more than you, causing you to smile “I wanted to tell you,” you began and leaned up onto your elbow looking down at him “when I see this, your arm, I only feel you.” You told him softly and leaned down, pecking where skin and metal met once more.

“James, you are all I feel, and you should never be ashamed of it.” You leaned back and looked down at Bucky, who was looking up at you with a soft gaze “I love you.” He whispered and you smiled “I love you too.” You responded as he pulled you in for a passionate kiss.

He was so lucky to have you, and your loving ways, which only made him love you more.

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But at the end of the day I’m always left asking what did I do. What did I do, I don’t understand. Tell me. I’ll change it. I’m sorry for doing it, I didn’t mean it. What did I do? Please just tell me, what did I do.

— they always leave me without a warning

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Professor Stark in Avengers: Endgame (2019)

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Dean | SPN 2.04

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Sebastian Stan Tongue Appreciation post #2. I can't seem to take my eyes of him. So hot!!😍🖤🤤😵♨️♨️

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LOOK AT THIS ROOMMATE! BUCKY OMGGGGGGGGG

Honestly.... I don't think I would be able to function around this man

How can you live with this man and not slowly fall in love with him???????

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Magic Hands*

A Bucky Barnes X Reader Fic

Word Count: 4815 Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader Warnings: Smut (18+ lovelies) Me waxing poetic about massage therapy, Russian which may or may not be correct, swearing, sex, NSFW, fluff (because I can’t seem to get off the fluff train lately)

@this-kitty-has-claws because you make me write the smut.

It’s massage conference time for me. I’m off learning new things but figured why the hell not. Let’s give you some smutty massage related fiction, just because I can! I once heard Craig Ferguson say, “You can always tell when a man’s had a legitimate massage. He comes out relaxed, and slightly disappointed.”

Hopefully, Bucky’s massage ends on a happy note!

Warm, oil-slicked hands wandered the peaks and valleys of the well-muscled back before you. This, right here, was the best part of your job.

Being a massage therapist was tough work, hard on both body and soul, physically demanding and, often, emotionally draining.

The physical was a given. Hands, wrists, and elbows took a beating. Legs and feet grew tight and sore from hours of bracing and standing beside tables. Your back hurt, your head often throbbed with fatigue.

The emotional drain was often worse. The energy exchange between yourself and your client could be intense. Some people were equal parts give and take. They kept your energy up, made the circle complete, and gave back what was given. Others simply took, draining you of your bubbly nature, making you wish for music which wasn’t the monotone nature sounds you were surrounded by. Still, more could have such a dark aura - depression, anxiety, despair - it took everything in you not to simply fall down on any flat surface and sleep the sleep of the dead to recharge. Those people, the ones who needed you most, whose bodies and hearts were usually so broken, were the hardest for you to work on.

Those people saw the word therapist in your title and took it at face value. The stories you could tell, the horrors which had been voiced by the bodies laid bare would shock most regular people. But it was all par for the course with this job, and no matter the cost to body, mind, or spirit, you loved your job. Hands down, end of the line, put a period on it, loved being a massage therapist.

Days like today when you got to put your hands on a prime specimen of peak physical perfection such as the one and only Bucky Barnes, were icing on the cake days.

Keep reading

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September is Bi Visibility month so shoutout to all my bisexual pals out there! I love you, you are amazing 💗

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The MJ5: Chris Evans on His Favorite Food, Workout, Gear, and More

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Keep fighting. Take care of my wheels. Sam, remember what Dad taught you, okay? And remember what I taught you.

Dean Winchester in SUPERNATURAL Season 3.

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SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES The Falcon and The Winter Soldier | 2021

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THIS!! FINALLY SOMEONE SAID IT!!

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Oh honey this was perfect as always 😫 I envy your writing so much because it’s always so perfect 🥺

Your dad’s best friend is struggling to adapt to living alone, so you make an offer to move in temporarily to help him. The only problem is, this is the guy you’ve been thirsting over for a long time.

The Divorce

Finally!! I’m so sorry this took a little longer than I planned! Kind of merged a few different ideas that you guys seemed keen on into one fic here! Personally, I don’t place a huge value on virginity but you guys asked for it so here it is!

Pairing: Dad’s Best Friend Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 4.5K (No wonder this one felt so long!!)

Summary: Your dad’s best friend is coming out of a rough divorce so you agree to keep him company. He’s also quite surprised to hear you’re still a virgin

Warnings: Smut, alcohol mention, significant age gap (Bucky is in his 40’s, reader is in her early 20’s), loss of virginity, handjobs, dirty talk, praise kink, divorce mention, cheating mention, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, food mention

Minors, do not interact

You weren’t sure what was going on with Bucky anymore.

The usually reserved older man was the very definition of sunshine and light these days. His smile took over his face, he was so easy going, nothing seemed to bother him in the slightest.

Bucky was quite a positive person, all things considered, so that wasn’t really out of the ordinary.

But what surprised you was the fact that he was still so happy not long after finding out this wife had been cheating on him.

He hadn’t even known her all that long, in truth. They had dated for a little while, married quickly and moved into a house together but that was all in the space of a year. She’d barely lasted two months of being ‘Mrs Barnes’ before Bucky came home from work early one afternoon and caught her in their bed with her coworker of all people.

She’d begged for forgiveness of course. Begged for a second chance. Begged to make things right but Bucky hadn’t given in.

And why should he? Sure, he was secretly heartbroken but he knew what he wanted. He knew he didn’t want to stay married to someone who didn’t value him like he valued her and he was totally right. Even though almost everyone saw it coming but him.

But your dad wasn’t convinced by Bucky’s act. Not even a little. He had known Bucky far too long to believe Bucky would be okay so soon. Marriage, in Bucky’s eyes was a commitment. He was so dedicated to his wife and he valued her, even if they didn’t always seem like the happiest couple in the world. No one looking at their relationship from the outside could’ve said they seemed particularly in love but that was no one’s business but theirs and for a while, things had seemed to be working regardless.

But now Bucky had moved out of his house, leaving his soon-to-be ex wife in it. He had moved into a modest little apartment, one that was dull and drab but it had a bed, a kitchen and a bathroom so it would do in the short term.

“Honey, do you think you could do me a favour?” Your father asked nonchalantly at dinner one evening and you nodded a little, your mouth full of pasta.

“There’s a big game on tomorrow night, you wouldn’t mind keeping Bucky company, would you? I have to work late and your mom is going to your aunt’s and I just don’t want him to be left alone at the moment.” He knew he didn’t need to tell you what sports game it was. It’s not like you would care much anyway.

“I was just gonna crash on his couch afterwards, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you doing the same.” Truthfully, you weren’t all that interested in sports but you shrugged your shoulders and agreed anyway, knowing that you and Bucky would have a nice evening no matter what. He just needed some company, you didn’t really have to pay attention to the game.

So that was how you ended up climbing the stairs up to his flat the following evening, a few of your dad’s beers and snacks in hand, ready to spend the evening with your head tucked in your phone.

You gave the door two little knocks, tucking a flyaway strand of hair behind your ear before it opened, Bucky standing on the other side, beaming as always.

“Angel! Thank you for coming! God, look at you, you look beautiful, come in!” He grinned softly, arms wrapping around your waist as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

It was torturous how good he smelled, never mind how good he looked.

“Good to see you too Bucky!” You laughed, only able to hug him with one arm.

He was sporting just a little stubble but it suited him, his body so warm as it pressed against yours.

But then his heat was gone almost as quickly as you had registered it, one hand on the small of your back, leading you inside.

The place was spotless, everything neatly arranged but his own belongings were minimal. There were no photos anywhere, nothing personal and it made you more than a little sad for him.

“Game starts in half an hour sweetheart, I was just gonna make the nachos your dad likes and order some food but we can get whatever you like.” It wasn’t hard to see the excitement radiating from him and that’s when you realised you were probably the first person outside of his job that he’d spoken to in quite a while.

“Sounds great Bucky, your nachos are the best!” Your enthusiasm only made him happier, as did the fact you didn’t hesitate to make yourself at home, opening a beer each and placing the rest neatly into his fridge.

It was almost strange how natural it felt, being so domestic with Bucky, just letting him work away in the kitchen while you sat on the counter, talking about work and anything else that popped into your heads.

He listened to every single word you said, actually taking an interest in everything you talked about and God, did it feel like such a pleasant change.

The beers slowly disappeared as you chatted on the kitchen floor, your backs pressed against the kitchen cabinet, the game playing in the background, almost entirely forgotten about. Not that either of you cared. For Bucky, it was never about wanting to watch the game, it was about company and companionship, usually with your dad but he was finding your company just as fulfilling. He didn’t actually care who won or lost in the slightest.

It didn’t take long for the beers to run out, moving on to something a little bit stronger. You were both pleasantly buzzed, your tongues getting looser under the effects of the whiskey, innocent touches lasting just a little too long, his eyes flitting over your body, hoping he didn’t accidentally spend so long staring at your breasts that you noticed.

“God honey, it’s awful but honestly, I just miss the sex more than anything else. Miss feelin’ her. It’s so stupid, jus’ can’t…. Can’t stop thinkin’ about how good it felt. Shit, it’s pathetic.” Bucky was getting vulnerable and you were happy to listen, taking his hand in yours to offer a little support.

“It’s not stupid Buck. Keep going, it’s good to talk about it.” Bucky wasn’t even sure he wanted to. Definitely not with you anyway. Not when your body was so close to his, your perfume intoxicating him more than any drink ever could and shit, you were understanding him even though your life experiences were so different to his.

“I’ve said enough angel, the divorce is for the best.” He smiled sadly, looking down at your linked hands, giving yours a little squeeze.

“It’s definitely for the best Buck. But I get it, losing that intimacy must be awful. I mean, I wouldn’t know but… You two were close. Sex must be nice when you trust the other person like that.” Bucky was hanging on every word that tumbled from your lips, watching as your mouth moved, feeling the cogs in his brain turn slowly.

“You wouldn’t know? I’m sure you’ve dated in the past?” Bucky asked softly, the alcohol emboldening him to pry into your private life. He had spilled his to you so it was only fair.

“I mean yeah, I’ve dated but I’ve just never… Found someone I trust enough to have sex with. Never felt like that about someone before.” You felt like you should’ve been embarrassed to admit your little secret but your blood in your veins was buzzing pleasantly, another sip of whiskey washing over your tongue and you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

“Shit angel, you’re a virgin?” Bucky sounded enraptured. “You’re easily the prettiest girl in this town, you could have anyone you want.”

“It’s more than that though Buck. Want to be with someone who knows what they’re doing. Don’t want it to be awkward and awful and sore. Wanna enjoy it. Wanna feel good.” Every last word was making his heart thump, blood rushing to his dick of its own accord.

“I guess you’re right angel. Those boys your age only care about getting themselves off. They have no idea what good sex means for a woman.” His lips looked so pink and soft and wet with whiskey, you almost felt a little lost just looking at them.

“Just need a man I can trust. A man I know will take care of me. A man that knows how to make my first time exactly what I’m looking for.” Your breath felt scorchingly hot against his face. Oh god, when had you moved closer? How hadn’t he noticed? Your fingers were still laced together, you thumb running gently over his and that’s when he realised, he needed this far too badly.

“Sweetheart…. We um…. This isn’t a good idea-“ he began but he was cut off by the feeling of your lips hitting his.

He couldn’t help the heat burning inside him as your hand came to tentatively land on his cheek, his hands moving to your waist to pull you closer. Between opening up about the divorce and hearing you were a virgin and the fact you were both sobering up very quickly, Bucky was getting lost in the feeling of being wanted. The feeling of taking care of another and being taken care of in turn.

But shit, the kiss was getting far too heated far too fast and he could feel how badly you wanted this. He could feel your passion, your need for your first time to be on your terms and he almost admired how you weren’t afraid to tell him exactly what you wanted.

But you were both getting far too caught up in the moment and he’d be damned if he was going to let your first time be on the kitchen floor of all places. So instead, he helped you up, joining your lips in another gentle kiss before encouraging you to jump up on him, into his waiting arms. Your legs wrapped around his waist, helping him carry you to his bedroom without ever breaking the kiss.

You were breathless by the time he dropped you onto the bed, watching in awe as Bucky hovered above you looking flushed and excited but almost scared.

“You know you can stop this any time angel? You don’t have to go through with it if you don’t want to. The second you tell me to, I’ll stop. I won’t be upset.” You hadn’t expected him to be so tender. You had a fair idea he would be a considerate lover but this kind of soft spoken intimacy was quite foreign to you. It was certainly not unwelcome though.

“Bucky. I want this.” You whispered, letting your hands grab at the edge of his t-shirt, pulling it up over his head. Before the thin material had even fallen to the floor his lips were back on yours again, letting you set the pace.

The feeling of your soft hands exploring his bare chest almost drove him wild. You weren’t timid in the slightest, no you were keen, eager and so damn excited he couldn’t help but feel the same.

“Can I take your dress off angel?” He breathed, barely even removing his lips from yours to whisper the words out. Your little nod was all he needed to have the confidence to reach down, finding the hem quickly to pull it up over your head.

The sight of you left him speechless. An endless expanse of soft skin and sweet curves, beautifully encased in a delicate white lace bra and panty set and that’s when he realised just how much thought had went into this evening. You’d planned for this before you even got here.

“Do you. Have any. Idea. How beautiful. You are?” Bucky’s little praises were broken only by the gentle kisses that he pressed to your skin. There was no rhyme or reason to their placement, he was just going along with whatever felt right.

“Bucky please… Don’t tease.” Your breathlessness caught him off guard, the need inside you becoming unbearable. You had waited far too long to feel what sex was like and you would be damned if you were going to wait a single second more.

“Keen aren’t you sweetheart?” He laughed softly with a confident smirk, ridding himself of his jeans. His dark boxers were tented deliciously, the outline of his thick cock was so evident, straining against the material.

You couldn’t help how your mouth watered as you reached over and pulled his boxers off, his hard length springing free.

“You happy to take your underwear off honey?” he asked quietly, pulling you from the filthy thoughts filling your head. Rather than answer him, you shimmied out of your panties, letting them fall to the floor in a little damp heap. Your bra followed quickly after, Bucky’s hands moving to cup your breasts while his lips made their way to your neck.

You could hear every soft groan that left him as he played with you, pinching and rolling your nipples into stiff buds. His cock was resting perfectly between your thighs, pressing against your slick sex but certainly not trying to breach it yet.

“Never gonna get this sweet body out of my head angel. You mind if I work you up a little? Don’t wanna hurt you.” Fuck, it melted your heart how he could say something like that sounding overly confident and cocky. He wasn’t over exaggerating his size or trying to suggest he was too impressive to handle. No, Bucky was just genuinely intent on making this good for you and easing the discomfort as much as possible.

“Touch me Buck. Please. Give me something.” Your eyes fluttered shut as one of his huge hands moved from your breasts, down between your legs, two fingertips dragging ever so lightly over the exposed skin that no one but you had touched before.

“So wet for me aren’t you?” His whisper pulled a groan from you, his finger dipping between your folds, coated in your slick. You didn’t care how wrecked you looked, not paying attention to the fact your hips bucked up of their own accord to meet his hand.

“So wet Bucky, please.” His heart melted at your little plea and how the hell was he supposed to deny you?

Slowly, Bucky began to slip just one finger inside you, drinking in the whimper that left you. One was certainly bearable, it wasn’t too much of a stretch, in fact it felt nice.

But then his finger started to curl and God, it felt better than just nice. You could feel him rubbing parts of you no one ever had before, parts you couldn’t reach by yourself and it didn’t take long for the feeling to become unbelievable.

“Have you ever cum before, honey?” Bucky whispered over the sound of the slick noises your body was letting out.

“I, ah- I don’t know Bucky. Touched myself before but n-never felt this good.” He couldn’t help but chuckle, working his finger in and out of you at a nice steady pace.

“Show me how you touch yourself angel.” His voice was so low and sinful it made you shiver, your hand drifting down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts.

“Bucky I need more. Please gimme more.” You were breathless, arching your back off the bed, chasing a high you didn’t know how to handle.

“Gonna give you another finger. Might hurt a little but I’ll try to be gentle.” You couldn’t have possibly cared if it would hurt or not, you just needed something more.

As he pulled his finger out on the next thrust, he lined the second up beside it, pressing in slowly.

“Oh that’s it, good girl, takin’ me so well. Doin’ such a good job for me.” You weren’t sure if it was his praise or the stretch that made you whimper but you were loving how both made you feel.

Finally, your own fingers started working your clit again, Bucky taking that as a cue to start moving ever so slowly, rubbing your sweetest spot just as he had before.

Two fingers felt so much better. It was a tight fit but you couldn’t deny how good it felt.

It didn’t take long for your body to respond, a knot in your belly tightening, your toes curling slightly.

“That feel good sweetheart? You think you could cum for me?” You were nodding at his words but you weren’t even sure you knew how.

“Buck… I’ve never…. This feels different.” You whined, trying not to desperately fuck yourself down on his fingers.

“It’s okay honey. Just do what feels right okay? Rub yourself faster if you need to.” He was so gentle with you, letting you take the chance to chase your peak.

His fingers didn’t stop, yours sped up and it didn’t take long for you to be writhing, almost crying, right on the edge of a feeling you couldn’t describe. You knew you had to fall into it but how?

But then Bucky’s fingers crooked slightly differently, you rubbed yourself just a little harder and it all came crashing down at once. You felt yourself tighten around his hand, a wet heat covering the insides of your thighs as pleasure consumed you.

“Fuck oh f-fuck Bucky.” You whimpered, your eyes catching his and you could’ve swore there was no where else in the world that man would rather be in that moment. He looked enthralled, his fingers never stopping, letting you drag every last second of ecstasy out as long as possible.

“That’s it. Keep going honey, doin’ so so well. So pretty for me.” His words were soft but his eyes twinkled with a kind of lust you knew was reflected in your own. His cock was throbbing but he was happily ignoring it. This wasn’t for him after all, this was all about you.

Eventually, your high subsided, Bucky taking the fact your fingers had stopped as a cue to stop his own.

The feeling of him slipping from you was almost disappointing, your body fighting to keep him in.

“You want to stop there honey? I won’t mind if that’s all you wanna do tonight. That looked intense.” He laughed quietly, stroking your hair gently with his free hand, pressing the tiniest of kisses to your forehead.

“No chance, Barnes. You’ve been holding out on me.” You laughed quietly, your chest heaving after so much excitement but still ready for more.

“Would surprise you what tricks you pick up.” Bucky laughed softly, drinking in your enthusiasm and the feeling of you leaning over, taking his cock in your hand.

Your nerves had melted away. You weren’t shy in the slightest. No, you were a confident young woman, thriving off the unknown and he loved it.

“Just like this honey.” He encouraged softly, placing his hand over the top of yours teaching you how to jerk him off the way he liked.

You couldn’t help but watch his face, loving how his eyes fluttered shut, pleasure clouding his brain. A little gasp left his lips when you squeezed ever so slightly harder, giving him nice tight strokes, focusing on his head since it seemed so sensitive.

“Oh fuck, spit on it honey. Don’t be shy.” He breathed, rutting his hips ever so slightly into your hand. His bare thighs looked so strong and powerful yet here he was, practically purring against your touch.

You did as he asked, albeit slightly timidly, leaning over and spitting in his head, letting the saliva trickle down his length, massaging it in with your hand.

“Good girl, that’s it. Feels s-so good honey, makin’ me feel incredible.” He didn’t mind taking the second to let you catch your breath. Why would he? You were making it so enjoyable for him, his little grunts filling the room.

“Bucky… Can we… You know.” You asked quietly after a moment. Not that you weren’t enjoying jerking him but you had bigger ideas in mind in that moment.

“Of course sweetheart, you ready?” He asked softly, his eyes opening and finding yours, sincere and gentle but twinkling with passion.

You nodded gently, letting him take the lead, laying you back on the bed, his lips on yours in the kind of passionate kiss that left your head spinning.

His hands felt like they were everywhere all at once. One ran up the side of your body gently, reverently, feeling your soft skin. He worshipped you, letting you have a second to get ready and truly decide if this was what you wanted. And God, it was.

“Bucky…” you groaned quietly, pulling him out of his haze, dragging him back to the present.

“You wanna stop. You want me to slow down. You want to take a second to breathe. You let me know. This is all on your terms.” You knew he meant every single word with all his heart. You knew there wasn’t a single thing to be worried about either. Bucky would take such good care of you.

But rather than explain all that to him, you reached up and cradled his face in your palm, letting him press tiny kisses to your wrist as he lined himself up at your entrance.

You were soaked by now, no doubt about it. The evidence of you first orgasm let him slide into you with ease, his length slowly starting to divide your walls, your body welcoming him in. It certainly wasn’t euphoric. It wasn’t uncontrollable pleasure. In fact, it was hardly pleasurable at all. It was a stretch, tinged with pain and discomfort.

��Almost all the way angel. God you’re doing so well for me. Swallowin’ me up.” Bucky’s voice grounded you a little as he continued to press into you.

You stuck it out for the next few seconds as he slipped entirely inside, bottoming out with a groan.

“It’s a lot to take baby girl. Look at you though, doin’ so well for me. Such a sweet girl. Gonna give you a minute honey. It’s gonna feel so good though, I promise.” You couldn’t help but believe him, your walls fluttering around him in a desperate scramble to get used to the invasion.

After a minute or two of being doted on, kisses peppered to your neck and shoulders, the stretch didn’t feel so bad anymore.

“C-can you move Bucky. Think I’m ready.” You whispered quietly, digging your fingers into his bare back.

So he did. He drew his hips back, pulling out almost the entire way before sliding back in slowly, a groan leaving both of you.

“S-shit you’re tight angel. Feels so good, you know that? Fuck, tighter than I could’ve even dreamed.”

His little cries had you whimpering, your body still sore but the pain was definitely subsiding with each slow movement.

But it didn’t take long for the pain to stop altogether, giving way to a pleasant ache for more.

“Faster Bucky, God please gimme more. N-need you.” You sounded wrecked in the best way and Bucky was more than happy to give in, setting a nice decent pace.

“Can’t believe how good you feel, so wet and warm and ah- you’re so keen. Grippin’ me like your little pussy doesn’t want me to stop.” His head had fallen to the crook of your neck, almost panting at the feeling of you swallowing him up.

“Gonna give you more baby, you think you can take it?” He asked quietly, his hand slipping down between your bodies to rub your sensitive little bundle of nerves.

Everything felt heightened as soon as his fingers connected with it. Any lingering discomfort melted away into a pleasure so sweet, you weren’t sure how you had ever lived without it.

“I can take it Bucky please, need you to fuck me.” Hearing such filthy words fall from such sweet lips did something to Bucky he couldn’t quite explain. The moan that you tore from him almost seemed to reverberate around the room. His hips sped up, not just fucking you, more grinding into you, every movement assaulting that sweet spot he made you aware of earlier.

The sensation was so m different to that which his fingers had offered. This was all encompassing, his blunt head spearing into you in a way that felt so good, you could almost cry.

“Fuck, ‘m losing it angel. Lemme know if I’m going too fast, okay? I’ll stop everythin’.” As soon as you nodded, his filthy grind sped up and your body reacted of its own accord. Sounds escaped you that you didn’t even know you were capable of, your fingernails digging into any exposed skin of Bucky’s you could reach.

“O-oh Bucky fuck, fuck holy shit that feels so good. Oh no Bucky please, I’m gonna cum. No God, I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered, held right on the edge of such intense pleasure all of a sudden. A low growl left Bucky’s throat, his breath coming out as a strangled pant against your neck, his body casing you in, trying desperately to catch up so he wouldn’t overwork you chasing his own release.

“Jus’ a minute longer. Hold it for me baby girl.” He whispered through gritted teeth, rolling his fingers against your delicate bud.

“Bucky I -oh. Fuck, what happens when I cum with you inside me? Oh shit, how do I, ah!” Your little desperate pleading gave way to a high pitched moan, your orgasm hitting you far harder than you could even have anticipated. Your cry suddenly silenced, the pleasure not stopping, your body trembling as you rode it out, barely registering the deep grunt that came from Bucky.

“Shit, angel that’s it, milkin’ my cock, feels so good you know that. Takin’ every drop. Now this little pussy’s got a taste of my cum, you won’t be able to stop, will ya?” Your head nodded, the feeling of Bucky’s balls emptying inside you making every conscious thought leave your body.

But all too soon, he was pulling out, flopping onto the bed beside you, pulling you into a warm embrace. Your bodies were sweaty and fucked out but feeling so close to him still felt lovely, his lips littering kisses wherever he could reach.

“Well? As good as you dreamed?” He chuckled quietly, taming your wild hair as much as possible before pressing a kiss to your head.

“Far far better.” You laughed softly, almost delirious from the endorphins coursing through your body.

“Hm, I’m glad toots.” You didn’t need to see him to know he had the exact same content smile on his face, wondering how one earth you could possibly find so much comfort in each other

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This is so beautiful! I love how you wrote Loki, so in character and yet so sweet and adorable at the same time 🥺❤️

Oasis

WC: 1022 Pairing: Loki x Female Reader A/N: This is my first ever fic 🙈 I'm very sensitive so please be nice but PLEASE SEND ANY CRITICISM YOU HAVE!!

Loki was absolutely livid. Odin had been upset with the god of mischief’s recent behavior, so he sent him to Midgard as punishment. Loki had done much worse things in the past so what was so different now? Whatever it was didn’t matter, all that mattered at the moment was him finding a way home.

Loki made many attempts to get back home but each time Heimdall was there to stop him. The god decided, if he was going to be stuck on Midgard he might as well make the best of it. He walked along the streets until he spotted a bookstore. The god had loved their library back at home. It was his oasis, his secret spot to hide when he needed to get away, maybe this bookstore would be the same.

As soon as he walked into the doors he was hit with a comforting smell, books. New or old it didn’t matter, the smell gave him some sort of peace. He started to browse through the aisles when something- no someone caught his eye.

You were sitting behind the register, completely oblivious he had even walked in. You had just received some new novels and you liked to read them before setting them out, so you could give your customers your honest opinion.

“Anything good?”

✧

Everyday after you first met Loki he made sure to return to your shop. At exactly 1 he’d walk in, ask you if you had read anything good the night before, then take his spot in the corner to read whatever it was you had suggested. Most days you joined him in his corner. You’d sit together and read, just enjoying each other’s presence. Sometimes you’d discuss whatever it was you were reading or what was going on in your lives. You had grown feelings for the god but knew he would be leaving soon.

“Why did your father banish you? I mean you’re Loki the god of mischief, you’d think he’d be used to it by now”

Closing his book, Loki sighed. “I honestly couldn’t tell you. I guess he just needed me gone.”

“Well I am glad Odin sent you to Earth. If it wasn’t for him you wouldn’t have walked into my bookstore”

“And I wouldn’t have met you” Loki knew how you felt about him, he could read your thoughts. Even though he felt the same way he was too scared to act because one day he would be going home.

✧

Loki couldn’t get you off his mind. Every second he spent away from your store he thought about you. What were you doing? Was your store busy? Were you thinking of him too? All his thoughts were centered around you. He had to do something to show you how he felt and he had to do it quickly. Sitting next to you everyday not being able to kiss you, hold your hand, call you his, killed Loki. He was going to make you his no matter what it took.

✧

It was Friday and you were excited to see Loki today. You had sent him home with one of your favorite books the night before and you wanted to hear his thoughts. It had been hours and Loki never showed. Maybe he was busy? You understood his life didn’t revolve around seeing you but it didn’t stop your heart from hurting.

You closed up the shop and made your way to your car. It has been a long but successful day, all you wanted was to curl up with a book and a glass of wine. As you got closer to your car you saw a dark figure leading against it.

“It’s just me, no need to be frightened love” called out the shadow, it was just Loki.

“I thought you were avoiding me”

“I don’t know what could ever make you think that. I’m actually here to take you somewhere” he replied, “but I’m going to have to blindfold you”

“Okay but promise you aren’t going to murder me”

Loki chuckled , “I promise I won’t murder you” He secured the blindfold over your eyes and off to your surprise destination you went.

✧

“Okay, take off your blindfold love”

Taking off the blindfold, you immediately see a beautiful picnic, lit up with fairy lights. It had your favorite snacks, wine, and even a stack of your favorite books.

The sight brought a smile to your face and tears your eyes, “you did this all for me?”

“Of course I did, I’d do anything for you love”

You both sat on the blanket and you went through the stack of books. He had gotten every book you told him you loved. You couldn’t believe he put all this effort into something for you out of all people.

You opened the glass of wine and the conversation just flowed from there. Talking with Loki was never hard, if anything it seemed like the easiest thing in the world. He was very attentive, hanging on to every word you say and that made like the most special girl in the world.

You started to tell him about your day, the wine making you a little more chatty than normal. “I sold every single copy, can you believe it? In my opinion the book was trash but peo-“

”I love you“

You dropped the wine glass from your hand and kissed him, you poured all your emotions into the kiss, all your feelings that had built up over the weeks. You loved him too.

This kiss was sloppy, teeth clashing, each of your tongues fighting for dominance, Loki eventually winning. There was absolutely nothing romantic about the kiss but it was a special moment between the two of you.

Pulling away to catch your breath, you both couldn’t help but laugh. “I love you too Loki, I’ve loved you ever since you walked into my shop that day”

He kissed you again, but more softly, wanting to savor the kiss. You were his and he was yours. Over the weeks you had slowly became his new oasis. Everything was perfect…at least for now.

Tagging @becca-e-barnes because if it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t have made a full fic 😩 I love you Becca and thank you so much for the encouragement!! I honestly wouldn’t have written this if it wasn’t for you!! 💗💗💗