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Your Love is Like a Drug | Frank (Endings Beginnings) x Reader (Angst/Smut)

Category: Angst/Smut

(Suggested) Age: 18+

Trigger Warnings: None, other than some bad language words and a bit of substance use.

Content Warnings: Frank is warning enough tbh, unprotected sex, a visit from our friend Colonel Angus, blink and you'll miss it Dom/Sub vibes.

Summary: You know Frank is bad for you, but sometimes the worst things for you, feel the best.

Word Count: 3,178

Cross Posted: on both AO3 and Wattpad

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You sat at the bar, the loud music thumping through the crowded room.

A drink sat in front of you on the wooden surface untouched, crystalline droplets of condensation carving paths down the sides of the glass.

You felt nauseous.

Your entire body was alight with hyper focus, before you came you had popped a Xanax to calm your nerves. It hadn't helped. Your stomach was in knots.

Maybe he wouldn't show, and you could just relax and finally move on.

You scrubbed your face with both hands, regretting even coming to this place.

It was stuffy from all the bodies moving around, everything felt tight.

You knew you should leave. You should pay your tab and walk out the door. Nothing good ever came from seeing him. But he was like a drug you couldn't quit. Always chasing after the next fix, desperate for the high of being in his arms.

He could never give you what you really truly wanted. He wasn't the type to settle, to grow roots with someone.

No, Frank was anything but.

He was like the sickly-sweet taste of nicotine. He was the shot of adrenaline to the life you felt you were sleepwalking through. He made you feel alive.

No matter what, if he called, no matter how long it had been, when you'd hear his voice on the other line, you'd drop everything just to see him."Fucking pathetic," you muttered, finally taking a drink.

You loved him—deep down—you knew that's what it was, underneath the addiction.

You just didn't know how to quit him.

And you didn't want to.

Someone sat on the stool next to you and your entire body lit up. That first hint of his scent, like leather and spice, hit you and that feeling of longing in your chest sparked into a flame.

You turned and your eyes met his ocean blues. You leaned on your hand against the bar and took the sight of him in.

His hair was a bit longer than the last time you saw him, curling slightly at the ends. His face was covered in several days of scruff. You drew your bottom lip between your teeth as you watched his tongue dart out to wet his own.

You knew exactly what he could do with that slick muscle behind his teeth. Your body heated at the thought. You have the rest of him a brief glance. Ratty white t-shirt beneath a leather jacket, dark jeans covering his thighs.

You needed a hit. You yearned for a taste of your favorite drug.

"Hey," he finally spoke, and you let his voice wash over you.

"Hey," you responded, staring into his eyes, watching them flicker back and forth between yours. You didn't miss his inspection of your body. He didn't try to hide it.

You wondered idly if he felt the same desperation you did to mold yourself to his body. If he was imagining wrapping you in his arms and taking possession of your lips.

You wondered if the reason he always called you when he was in town was because maybe, just maybe, he was just as addicted as you were.

You convinced yourself that was true as he placed his large hand on your leg. The warmth from his touch shot through you, your muscles clenching and wetness pooling between your thighs.

"You gonna finish that?" He asked, nodding towards your drink.You had forgotten about it honestly.

"Be my guest," you murmured, and you watch the crinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiled softly. He leaned forward to take hold of the glass and you could feel his breath on your neck as he did.

You sucked in a small gasp as his hand on your leg tightened his grip. He leaned back, his intense eyes locking with yours as he lifted the glass to his lips.

You watched his Adam's apple bob with laser focus as he swallowed the amber liquid. You wanted to sink your teeth into the skin below his jaw. You wanted to claw the flesh on his back with your nails. You wanted to feel raw from the scraping of his stubble against your inner thighs.

Frank's eyes dilated as if he could read your thoughts, his nostrils flaring as he set the drink down in the bar. He reached into his back pocket, and pulled out his wallet, removing a few twenty-dollar bills and placing them on the bar.

You watched as he stood, your heart pounding. You found yourself struggling to take a full breath as he held out his hand to you.

He didn't have to ask. He never did. It was inevitable, the two of you coming together. Like two planets sucked into each other's orbit.

You placed your hand in his, the contact shooting a bolt of lust through your already overstimulated body. He pulled you from your seat and with a gentle tug lead you out of the building.

You followed him silently, your soul tethered to him more so than your hand latched onto his ever could be.

He led you to his car and opened the passenger side door. His hand grazed against the skin peeking out between the hem of your shirt and your jeans as you slid past him into the vehicle.

Your skin burned from his seemingly innocuous touch, spreading throughout your body as he shut the door firmly and walked around the back. Your eyes trailed after him in the rear view.

"I got our room," he spoke into the dim interior as he pulled away from the bar.

Our.

Your heart skipped painfully at his words, but you shoved the feeling down.

"You always do," you responded quietly.

Whenever he was in town, Frank would rent a room at a local hotel for you both to lock yourself inside.  Always the same one – Room 813. You too had started to think of it at yours. The two of you, laying claim to the space you would come together in.

You sighed as he reached his hand over to stroke your jaw with his knuckles. His fingers gently swept a few stray hairs behind your ear before trailing a path of fire down your arm—finally coming to rest on your upper thigh.

You squeezed your legs together, attempting to release the ache, the emptiness you felt between them.

"Frank,” you rasped as his hand moved to your inner thigh. He didn't respond, keeping his eyes on the road.You balled your fists tightly against the seat, your eyes on him, watching as his jaw clenched.

When his fingers skimmed the seam at the apex of your thighs you sucked in a sharp breath. Frank's eyes darted to you and then back to the road, a smirk on his lips.

"Screw you," you snapped.

"I intend to," he quipped.

You moaned as he deftly unhooked the button on your jeans. He slid the zipper down, torturously slow. Your breathing grew ragged as he slid his fingers into your underwear, and you heard his sharp inhale when he found how soaked you were.

"Fuck," he muttered, stroking your folds. His expert fingers finding your clit, making you jerk against his touch.

"Hold still. I'm driving," he chided.

You moaned, forcing your hips to still as his fingers continued their assault on your pussy.

"Good girl," he praised. Your eyes rolled back as he slipped a finger inside you, rewarding your obedience.

He fucked you with one hand while the other held a white knuckled grip on the steering wheel.

You eyed the bulge between his legs and tentatively reached for it.He pulled his hand from your wet heat, causing a distressed whine to leave you.

He shot you a scolding look before licking his fingers clean."Not yet," he said, and you realized you have arrived at the hotel. You struggled to calm yourself as he shut off the engine. Before you could blink, he wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, pulling your head over the center console.

His lips crashed against us yours, and you gasped into his mouth, his tongue taking the opportunity to dive in. You both moved against each other in a familiar dance. It was like riding a bike, you never forgot how to kiss Frank.Your hands grasped the fabric of his shirt as your tongues and teeth clashed as the frenzied want flowing between you crested.

You pulled back when the need to breathe forced you too, but not far. You could feel the heat of his breath against your flushed face, you both stared at one another. Equally lost to each other's presence, the high filling you both to the brim with want.

Leaning in, Frank pressed a kiss to your forehead before pulling away completely, and you immediately felt the loss of his warmth like a living breathing thing. Your body physically ached to be pressed tightly against his.He moved swiftly around the car, opening your door and helping you out. His hand stayed firmly at the small of your back as you both followed a familiar path to Room 813.

The moment the key from his pocket granted you both access, you both crashed back together. Hands grasping, lips exploring, breaths mingling.You removed your shirt in a rush to feel his skin against yours, and he followed suit.

When you were both bare from the waist up, Frank pressed you against the door; the bare skin of your back hit the cold surface, cooling your heated skin.

Gooseflesh prickled your skin as his lips connected with tiny patch of flesh below your ear. You sighed against him as your breasts grazed his chest, your nipples pebbling.

Frank's hands gripped your hips, and he pressed his hardness against you. You moaned into the dim hotel room.

The only light came from the small gap in the curtains on the window. The light from the streetlamps illuminating small stretches of skin, casting Frank's features in shadow.

Frank grasped your thighs and lifted, wrapped your legs around his hips. His lips left trails of moisture down your neck and across your collar bone. He ground himself against where you both met, still separated by layers of clothing.

"I need you," you gasped as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, gently nibbling with his teeth.

"I know, baby," he breathed against your skin, giving the same attention to your other nipple, causing both hardened tips to throb.

"Frank," you pleaded as he ground his sheathed cock against you again.

He pulled off your nipple with an audible pop.

"Yea?"

"Take your pants off."

Even in the dimly lit room, his smile lit you up. He held you close before pulling you off the door and spun around, taking a few steps then dropping you onto the mattress of the king sized bed.

You bounced a bit, a laugh escaping you as he hopped on one foot removing his shoes. You scrambled to unbutton your pants and slide out of your jeans, but Frank stopped you when you began to remove your lace panties.

"No," he snapped. "Let me."

You blinked once at his tone and nodded in agreement. You watched, mouth watering, yearning desperately for his touch as he pulled his pants off and then removed his briefs.

His cock sprang forward, and your eyes widened as you took in the way it curved slightly.

Your eyes met his as you licked your lips, hands idly moving across your stomach. Frank settled himself over you, his hardness resting against your thigh. He pressed his lips against yours gently. His hands moved everywhere, trailing across your body—worshipping you. Setting you aflame from within.

He kissed a path down the center of your chest, his tongue dipping into your belly button as he moved past.

When he reached the apex of your thighs, you watched through the haze of lust coursing through you as he inhaled deeply. His eyes flashed and then he used his teeth to pull the lace waistband of your panties down, exposing your pussy to him.

His hands aided his teeth in removing the scrap of fabric. Then they gripped both thighs and spread them gently.

The first graze of his tongue against your core had you gasping; your hand gripped the hair at the top of his head.

He let out a groan as he tasted you, feasting like a man starved. Your sweetness the only meal that could sustain him.

You rocked your hips against him, and his tongue explores your folds, remapping familiar territory, send your head reeling back into mattress.

You could feel the pressure building, sure to burst at the seams. His gripped him tightly against you, his responding sounds only heightening the pleasure you felt.

His hands gripped your thighs like a vice."Let go baby. I want you to cum on my face," he murmured against your lips. The vibrations sending from his voice, sending you over the edge.

Your orgasm rocked through you, your hips thrashing against his face, your muscles ridged as you road out the waves of ecstasy.

When you finally found your breath and came down from the high, Frank kissed your thigh gently and moved back up your body.

His skin pressed against you, his weight familiar and welcome. He kissed your lips and you tasted yourself on his tongue.

"You sound so good when you cum," Frank whispered against your lips.He positioned his cock at your entrance, and you moaned, your pussy still sensitive from your orgasm.

Your eyes shut tight as he rubbed the tip of his cock against you, back and forth—back and forth. He lined himself up, making you suck in a breath in anticipation, then he stilled.

"Look at me," Frank commanded. Your eyes shot open locking with his.

He entered you in one solid thrust. You gasped at the fullness, and the feel of his cock filling you.

Lightning bolts of sensation shot through you, your skin tingling. Your pussy throbbed, clenching around his hardness. He let out a deep groan that vibrated through his chest into yours.

You wrapped your legs around him as he thrust against you. He set a brutal pace, but you welcomed it. Your eyes stayed trained on his, the intensity of his stare paralyzing you. Your nails left marks across his back that would still be there in the morning. He used his lips and teeth to leave marks across your chest, like little signatures.

He laid claim to you with his touch; he consumed you with his caress. He owned you with each thrust.

You placed both hands on either side of his face pulling him down to you, kissing him desperately, drinking him in, clinging to every sensation in the hopes that you could keep them with you in the days to come.

After he was gone.

You forced yourself to ignore the sharp pain in your chest; you tightened your grip on his face and rested your forehead against his. You felt his thrusts begin to stutter, his pace becoming erratic as he chased his own release.

You turned his head, nibbling on his ear lobe before whispering against his skin.

"Fill me up."

He let out a ragged gasp at your words, moaning your name, dropping his head against your neck as he spilled himself inside you.

You held him tightly as his movement slowed, his cock softening inside you.

You ran soothing hands across the raised lines on his back from your nails, and you relished the fact that he would have your marks on him.

After a moment, Frank gently pulled out, and you immediately felt empty. He rolled to his side keeping his skin pressed against yours.

The both of you stared at each other as your breathing began to even out. Heartbeats slowing, pounding gently in their separate cages.You felt like yours was bleeding out as you watched his eyes grow heavy. His hand on your waist, legs tangled with yours. His beautiful face slowly relaxed, and his eyelids fluttered as you stroked his chin.

"Get some sleep," you whispered, kissing him gently.Frank nodded and his arm tightened around you slightly before he drifted off.

You lie there, wrapped up in his arms in the darkness. Patches of light casting shapes and shadows across his skin.

He was like a drug you couldn't quit. Always chasing after the next fix, desperate for the high of being in his arms.

And now you were sinking in the after, the comedown from the high. And it made you feel sick.

You could feel the evidence of his release slowly leaking between your thighs, but you couldn't make yourself leave the comfort of his arms.You fought as hard as you could to stay conscious. You always did. Desperate to cling to every last moment. But sleep was a cruel mistress who pulled you into her embrace.

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You woke up in a daze. Your head pounded in your skull, your body sore in all the best places. You smiled faintly, remembering the reason for the ache, stretching your tight muscles. As your arms spread across the mattress your eyes shot open. Stomach dropping.

The hotel room was bright, the sun made its way over the horizon hours ago. The faint scent of cigarette smoke filled the air, and you felt your heart sink as you took in the empty space beside you.

You sat up in bed, the sheet pooling at your waist, your bare skin prickling in the cool morning air. You held back a sob when you didn't see Frank's clothes anywhere.

You scrubbed at your face, furious with yourself for expecting anything different than what you always got with him.

You pulled your knees to your chest and placed your forehead against them, sucking in a stuttering breath.

The door to the bathroom opening had you jumping out of your skin.

Frank stood in the doorway, toothbrush hanging from his mouth, his clothing rumpled from a night spent on the floor.

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty," he said, his voice muffled.

You felt your chest fill with warmth. He stayed. He was still there. You were having trouble believing it.

Frank smirked, "Come on lazy bones. Get showered, I'm hungry."

You smiled in spite of yourself. Your body filling once more with that familiar feeling, this time not the regular hit, but the heavy warm caress of that deeper emotion you worked hard to ignore.

You let that feeling unfurl as he smiled at you.

"You ok, Baby?"

"You'd stayed," you whispered, still shocked.

Frank had the decency to look guilty at your surprise.

"Yea. I did."

You smiled, holding back tears and leapt from the bed wrapping your naked limbs around him, peppering kissing across his face. He tasted like peppermint and whiskey, and you found in that moment it was your favorite.

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Pride month series 1/?

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To Touch Him/ Bucky Barnes One Shot

Hey guys! Firstly, thank you for your requests. I didn’t even think someone would ask me for something so it really is exciting for me to take requests. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did.

REQUEST: @fdert367 : Hello! I don’t know if you would be down to write this but can you write a one shot for the winter soldier and maybe make it nsfw? Thank you!

Summary: Y/N and Bucky have some fun!

Words Count: 2002

WARNINGS: Smut, Language, Being tied-up, a fight scene. 

“Dude, you really are getting rusty.”

Y/N laughed out loud, trying to tease Thor for a second round. He wasn’t actually rusty, but she liked to make fun of the boys of the compound. She was strong, she enjoyed beating them up and mock them. Thor wasn’t someone you could’ve mocked with, he usually was competitive, so he wasn’t just going to let Y/N win; he had to win the second round.

“Bring it on Y/N.”

His ‘anger’ made her laugh even more, she liked how Thor easily got railed up by competition. She wanted to add more fire to it. “Sure, big boy. But don’t use your powers this time, you know I can use them back to you.��� she grinned at him, knowing it would just make him rougher.

Thor was the one who attacked first, throwing a fist at her face. But she easily grabbed his hand, twisted it, and turned him over. Her giggles filled the training room, she knew the others were coming to watch it. Thor tripped Y/N over, making her fall to the ground but she quickly made her way up, kicking Thor in the abdomen. He immediately held her leg, twisted her in the air but she didn’t let herself fall. While holding her fists on the air, she smiled mischievously. At that moment Bucky, Natasha and Sam came in the room to watch them.

“20 bucks Y/N will win.” said Sam while eating his chips, Natasha doubled for Thor and Bucky kept himself quiet, watching Y/N’s moves carefully. She swinged her fist to Thor’s face, held his shoulders and climbed on top of them, grabbing his neck with her thighs. He grabbed her by the sweatshirt, threw her to the ground and got on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, hitting him with her elbows to make him dizzy.

“Okay this is becoming a WWE match.”

She couldn’t hear who said that and she didn’t care at that moment either. She tried to get up, but Thor pinned her down quite strong. She tried everything, spinning him, biting him etc. But he didn’t even flinch. “Are you going to give it up, Y/N?” he asked with his mocking tone, making Y/N sigh. But then, she started to use her powers. She held Thor’s arm, focused on his powers, and then shocked him with his own electric. She gave such a high voltage of it, he cried with pain and let go of his hold. She took the advantage of it, wrapped her legs around his neck on the ground and held his arm. “Who’s going to give up now?”

He started to tap the mats aggressively. She cried with victory and let him go. They were out of breath, kept still on the ground. “Shit, Y/N! Yo Nat, I want my 20 bucks now.” Natasha rolled her eyes and gave Sam the money. Thor started to mumble under his breath. “Your abilities giving me migraines.” that comment made everybody laugh, and while they were leaving one by one Bucky stood behind. He helped Y/N got up on her feet. “What was this all about, doll?”

She shrugged “We made a bet. He thought he could’ve taken me down, I proved him wrong.” she grinned with victory then took a sip of her water. Bucky loved it when Y/N got all competitive and feisty but seeing her legs arounds Thor’s waist made him somewhat jealous. Normally, he wasn’t the jealous type, however something made his shoulders tense this time. He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her body close to his and started grinding on her. “You know… I have something much more fun than this thing.”

Y/N’s eyes met with Bucky’s, hugged him back and grinned. “I’m hoping you mean bedroom activities.” she made Bucky laugh instantly. He loved her; he loved every bit of her. How they connected so fast, how they can understand each other just by the look on their faces. He loved touching her, more than anything else.

He held her hand, took her to their joined bedroom. The moment they closed the door, Bucky pinned her to the wall started kissing her. He was pressing his body onto hers, pushing himself between her legs. She moaned when she felt the pressure, she opened her legs and allow him between them. His lips were rougher than before, more wanting than ever. “Bucky you are driving me crazy right now.” she cried with pleasure and anticipation, making Bucky laugh into her mouth. “Oh doll, you have no idea what I am going to do to you.” he parted his lips from her with a devilish grin, making Y/N frustrated than before.

He grabbed her by the waist, pushed her to the bed and got on top. He put her hands on top of her head, held them tight; not allowing Y/N to touch him. “Bucky… Let me touch you, please.” he shook his head in response. “Oh no, sweetheart. You won’t be touching me until you realize what you did.” she gulped her moan down, watching his face while he was undressing her from her sportswear.

For a moment, he let her hands go and went to the bathroom. Panting, she rose from the bed and wondered why he went in there. Just in seconds, he came out with the belt of the robe, grinning even widely. “Oh wow.” she exhaled with excitement, she loved when Bucky became dominant. He always was the dominant in bed, but they usually made love. That made the ‘rough sex’ even more fun, more excited.

“Hands up, doll.”

She obliged, letting him tie her. Her breaths were quick, she was too excited than she should be. Bucky pulled her to the edge of the bed, pushed her legs wide open started caressing her on top of her underwear. She moved her body with pleasure, wanting more of him but he wasn’t ready to give in yet. He wanted Y/N to know what she did. “Bucky…” she moaned, pressing herself to his palm. “What do you want me to do, doll?” his fingers only brushing her underwear, he was only teasing her. He wanted her to beg.

“Jesus, Bucky just…” she couldn’t continue.  “Do you want me to taste you? Is that what you want sweetheart?” she nodded, moaning even more. “You have to be more specific, be more vocal love.” she looked him in the eye, then gave in. “Yes, Bucky. I want you to taste me and finger-fuck me.” he smirked and took her underwear off from her legs. “Atta girl.” he pulled her from the legs, buried his head between them. The moment she felt his touch, she lost herself into it. First, he put two fingers in, trying to make her ready. “Oh fuck!” she cried with pleasure, wanting more. But she knew Bucky wouldn’t give her fast if she didn’t ask for it. “Bucky, faster, please!” she almost yelled, and she was sure that everybody on their floor heard the cry. He immediately did what she asked, made his pace faster.

The weave of pleasure making her move, moan loudly. He was holding her legs, trying to keep them still but her body still was shaking with pleasure. She wanted to touch him, badly, but her hands were tied- literally. While her pleasure becoming unbearable and she was closer than ever, she could feel the sweet feeling of the release she had been waiting. “Yes, baby girl, come for me.” and that all it took, his voice. She came all over his fingers, so intense that she couldn’t come to her senses even after.

“Oh my God.”

She was breathless, couldn’t believe the climax she just had. But Bucky hadn’t finished yet. He got on top of her again, kissing her neck and chest while mumbling. “Have you realized what have you done yet, moya printsessa?” she was still oblivious about what she did, but she was trying as hard as she can. Feeling her hesitation, Bucky stopped kissing her and looked at her directly. “I guess I have to fuck you till your senses come up.”

He didn’t even let her answer, he spread her legs again and took off his clothes. She was taken aback again by his looks. After all this time, he still amazed her. How beautiful he was, it was beyond her. She wanted to touch him, but Bucky made a “tch tch” sound to stop her. “Not now, not yet. First, you need to realize, doll.” he smirked again and brushed his big, veiny cock towards her entrance. A little, soft moan escaped from her lips. “Shit, Bucky…” after he was sure that she was ready, he pushed himself in, moving slowly at first.

When Bucky was sure she adjusted him, he fastened his pace, making you moan loud again. She knew afterwards she wasn’t going to look at her friends directly for a while. Her thoughts got distracted by his voice. “Tell me, Y/N, who does your pussy belong to?”

Then she understood.

Bucky was jealous of the ‘closeness’ when she and Thor were training. Her eyes got wide open with the enlightenment. She was going to make him feel much better now. “You. Only you Bucky.” she moaned loudly again, this time it was on purpose. “Not Thor, not anybody else. Just you.” he laughed, stopped moving in her and took her hands. “Good girl. Now you can touch me.” he untied the belt, let her hands go. The moment she was free, she grabbed him by his neck and got on top of him. She kissed every inch of his body, his scars, his neck- every inch. He moaned with pleasure under her, holding her ass while giving it a small smack. “Move, Y/N.” she obliged. “Your wish is my command, Sergeant.”

She started to move from the pace they left just a second ago. Their moans filled the room, the corridor even, but they didn’t care this time. They just wanted their release, which was close. She could feel her walls closing on Bucky, and she knew he was about to cum inside of her. “Yes, Bucky, you feel so good!” she pressed her lips to his, kissing him as if she were hungry. He grabbed her hair, pulling it somewhat gently and hard. “Yes!” they both cried at the same time, but it was Bucky who came first. She felt his warmness inside, which made her more excited. “Yes, baby, cum for me.” he started to move himself too, trying to make her cum. He smacked her ass again, and again, he knew it was what she needed.

The beautiful, warm feeling filled her whole body, making her fall to his chest while still shaking. “Holy fuck, Bucky.” she whispered, couldn’t find the strength to be louder. They were both out of breath, trying to calm themselves.

They stayed like that, didn’t know how long it took for them to recover what they’d just had. After her breathing became normal, she rose her head to see Bucky. “I didn’t know you were jealous.” he was looking at her like she was not aware of the ‘obvious’ situation. “I’m not jealous of anyone, doll. But that’s Thor. Even I wanna fuck him.” that comment made her laugh, she slapped his flesh arm as a joke. “Oh wow, do you want to have a threesome with him then?” she asked jokingly. He shrugged. “I mean, I’m not saying no.”

They both laughed and kissed each other, soft and loving this time. “You know that I love you so much, right Bucky?” he smiled gently and started to brush her hairs with his metal fingers. “I know baby. I love you too, and sometimes I don’t know how to deal with that love.” she kissed his chin and whispered. “I mean, we can go again.” she wiggled her eyebrows while laughing.

“Alright, that’s it. Let’s tire you then.”

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Sebastian Stan One Shot

Okay, first of all, I’m sorry that I have been gone too long. I was burried under my midterms and papers, I lost my shit. Now that they are alllll over (thank god) I’m back!! So, thank you for your patience, and I’m so sorry for not writing all of the requests sooner. All of them will be on my blog this week, and that’s a promise! 

This is a one shot for my beloved requester, Sorry for the grammatical mistakes, typos in advance because I didn’t re-read it… I hope it turned out to be the thing you wanted. I hope you’ll enjoy it! xx

Request: @prettysatan : Hello, I was wondering if I could request a Sebastian Stan x reader with a reader from the Czech Republic and they try and teach him the language? If not don’t worry about it (:

WARNINGS: Fluff, slight making out, and nothing else i guess. 

Words Count: 901

   You were laying on your shared bed with Sebastian, talking about your life and other stuff while a soft music was playing at the background. Everything was perfect, heavenly even. You loved being in his arms, it always made you feel calm and safe. And to be honest, you loved to feel his big arms around yourself. He smelt like cookies because he wanted you surprise you, because he had finished his shooting with a new movie. He was finally back.

“Okay okay tell me this. How can I say, ‘I love how tiny you look when I hug you.’?”

You giggled, you loved when he wanted you to translate things. You did the same thing with his Romanian, but he was much more into Czech. You licked your lips, gave him a small kiss, and whispered the things he had asked you to translate. “Miluji, jak maličký vypadáš, když tě objímám.” his smile widened. “I love how your voice changes when you speak your native.” you hid your face between the pillow and his neck, making him laugh even louder. “Well, stop making me blush.” he cocked an eyebrow, his beautiful blue eyes were shining when he looked at you.

“You are a weirdo Y/N. I’m not saying anything to embarrass you.” you hit him by the biceps as a joke. He caressed your hair, gave you another kiss on your lips. “Alright. How can I say, ‘you are amazing.”?” you rolled your eyes at him, you knew he was playing with you. But you didn’t know why. “jsi úžasný.” you replied, rolled him over and got on top of him. “You are the one who is a weirdo. Why do you keep fucking with me?”

He smirked, put his hands on your ass. “I’m not fucking with you right now. If I wanted to fuck with you, you would be naked.” he winked playfully, patted you. “Always a tease.” you rolled your eyes again at him, this time he saw. He made you fall back to his side and got up from the bed. “Alright. I came in bearing gifts, wanted to spend some time with my girl but all I get is sarcasm here.” you knew he was bluffing to leave you, you bought it on purpose anyways. You held his hand and pulled him back on top of you, losing yourself under the weight of his body. A small moan escaped from your lips.

“Okay, I’ll play your game. Shoot me another question.”

“How can I say, ‘I love you.’?”

“Miluji tě.”

He repeated the same way you did, with a slight accent. You smiled at him, brushed his hair with your fingers. “You are cute when you try to say things in my language.” he kissed your nose and murmured. “You are always cute no matter what.” “Now you are just straight up lying.” he kept kissing your face, trailing them to your neck. “And you are being an asshole.” he joked, making you giggle again. “You are too, but that’s nothing new.”

“Ouch.”

He put his hands on his heart, as if you broke it, and made a sad face.  “See, you are an asshole.” you gestured his funny acting, this time he was the one who rolled his eyes. Then, he stopped for a moment. He was looking at you weirdly, in a way you only saw once. It was the same look he gave you at your sister’s wedding when you were walking down the aisle as her maid of honor. His eyes were locked on you, a little smile was on his face. He got up from the bed, walked to his backpack. You rose on your elbows to watch him. “I have one last translation request from you, Y/N.”

“Okay.”

You were still facing his back; you were trying to figure out what he was doing but you couldn’t tell. “How can I say, ‘will you marry me?’?” a huge shock wave filled your body, you didn’t know what to say or do. Your mouth got dry, and you could hear your heart pounding. “W-what?” he turned his body, with a box in which there was a big diamond ring. “Holy fuck Seb, are you serious?” you got up from the bed too, you were both standing still. “Well, I’m not fucking around with a diamond ring.” a slight mocking could be heard from this tone.

He got on one knee, with a genuine smile. “Y/N I’m not kidding. Will you, please, marry me?” you didn’t even realize you hugged him so hard that you made both of you fall to the ground. You kiss his whole face, like a maniac puppy. He was laughing so hard. “Is that a yes?” you were nodding crazily. “Fuck yeah. I’ll marry you. I’ll marry you however, whenever, wherever.” he was hugging you tightly, making it hard for you to breath but you were so happy you didn’t care.

You let him put the ring on your finger, giving your hand a cute kiss. You were so happy, losing your sense of time kind of crazy. You were under the covers, making love all night long. Even when you woke up, you went back to making love. It was as if you were doing it for the first time, those feelings were all there again.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Seb.”

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Why do you reblog your own fics so much?

Because someone might as well!? And look at this. Look. At. This.

Does this look right to you??

These are just the last three fics I wrote. I appreciate the likes, believe me I do, but you have to understand. Likes do nothing for content creators. It’s the reblogs. Because that’s how you find shit on your dashboard. Through reblogs. Not likes. This isn’t twitter or tiktok or instagram. This is a website that’s run by the reblog system.

Reblogging helps content creators put their stuff out there. Why do you think so many people stopped writing fanfic and creating beautiful fanart and edits? It’s because they put in hours of work and don’t get nearly enough notes for their masterpieces. Yes we do this because we enjoy it but like...some validation won’t hurt. A boost of confidence here and there might be all someone needs to finish whatever thing they started and left.

Anyway, I’m still going to reblog my shit...

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“ As Emma was getting ready for their night out, Alice was all over her.”

14!!! But I don’t know who to tag, so i will choose randomly lmao. I may be folowing them, or not? Idk really :(

@xeptum @thewinedarkwitch @jeffreydaddydeanmorgan @graces-secret-tommys-love @the-fuckery-factory @jaxteller87 @unearthlydust @stevenrogered @sebastianstanwhore @buckysvibraniumarm

WIP Tag Game

Rules: share the latest line from your work in progress and then tag as many people as there are words in the line.

Thanks for the tags: @emilyhufflepufftlk and @morosemagick

This is my most recent line from the next chapter in my Wildflowers series.

“So I chose to bear the pain in silence. And find my own peace elsewhere.”

Tagging: @for-bebbanburg @nxrdist @mystic-shadows42 @pokeasleepingsmaug @evelynshelby @thebohemianpenguin @obipoelover @sophies-crow-club @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @gearhead66 @geekandbooknerd @honestsycrets @lauwrite1225 @nuggsmum

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Hey, can I have a request for Luke Vaughn from Heist where the reader is being in that bus then maybe a little fluff and smut

Thanks!

Yes of course but here is a little problem... I didn't watch that yet lol but i will look at that scene you want&will write it!!!

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To Be Free - Finn Shelby Imagine

I AM BACK! And I’m back with a long waited request -it was requested at January????-  so here it is, and I’m really sorry for making you wait for it. I combined the two requests together.  I hope you’ll enjoy! And feel free to ask/say anything to me!

Request: @beth-winchester21  Please can I request a finn shelby x reader where I'm esmes younger sister and the shelbys treat me like family and I get really excited for Christmas and everyone finds it hilarious and I end up getting drunk and finn looks after me thanks xx

@beth-winchester21 Hi please can I request a finn shelby x reader where I'm his girlfriend and esmes younger sister and I've known him and his family since I was 3 and they treat me like family and they find out my parents abuse me and make me give them my money and work for them and the shelbys save me from them and can I have a cute moment with finn please thanks x

WARNINGS: Mentions of abuse, buying someone from their family, mentions of physical abuse, drunkness.

WORDS COUNT: 1346

   You have been working your ass of because of your parents, they have always treated you as if you were their worker- or slave. Carrying all the wood although your brother always sat at the corner, drinking, and playing card games with his stupid asshole friends. His friends were always mean to you, well “mean” didn’t describe it very well, they were harassing you all the time. Cornering you, pulling your skirt in front of everyone. Your family didn’t care that much, they only cared about your brother because he was a male. Esme was your only escape, and after her marriage John became your haven too.

The Shelby’s were like a family to you. Finn and you were always hanging out, annoying his brothers by the Garrison’s. Eavesdropping their deals, sneaking booze out of the bar, stealing Arthur’s hats and razors. They never once treated you like a stranger, you were like their sister. And that connection became stronger after the marriage between Esme and John.

Finn figured out your situation after you became his girlfriend. He saw how the other boys treated you- how your family did. One night, your father beat you so bad that he broke your arm, gave you a purple eye and almost broke your ribs too. Finn found you fainted at your tent, grabbed you and carried you to John and Esme’s house. Esme was freaking out, cussing every bad word out, throwing shit at the wall while John tried to calm her down. Things were about to turn sideways for your family, you could feel it, but you were too sedated to care at that moment. Polly brought a doctor to help you, the whole Shelby clan was at your side talking about what they were going to do. They couldn’t start another war with your family, that’s why John and Esme became married at the first place.

“I know what to do.” said Finn, still looking extremely mad. His eyes were all dark and dangerous, his eyebrows were still frowned. You could see how stressful he exhaled because of his nostril; they became large with every breath. “What?” Tommy sound angrier, eyeing the doctor time to time. “We will pay for her. That’s the only language they understand. So, we’ll make a deal.”

“Oh, nice.” you mouthed, still dazed. “Another way to show my family how I am their slave.” your words were slurred, but they still understood you. Finn looked at you concerned. “I know how you feel, Y/N. But this is the only way we can save you.” you tried to silk your shoulders, but you remembered your arm was broken. “I know but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m their slave.” Tommy wasn’t listening to you anymore; he took Arthur and John with him and went to your parents. You were worried sick about to possible outcome of this deal because your parents were dangerous. But you let your eyes rest, you couldn’t deal with the pain anymore. So, you fell asleep.

-

“Y/N, please bring us that bottle of whiskey I put aside.”

Tommy requested with a soft tone; he had a business meeting at the bar. After “buying” you out from your abusive parents, Tommy decided it would be better for you to work for yourself and yourself only. He let you earn decent money, enough to get yourself a new place to stay. The guys didn’t want you to move out, but they knew eventually you had to. After working, you had to get back to Tommy’s because it was around Christmas and you and your new family were about to get together. You were unbearably excited, head to toe, feeling numb in your fingers. You’d never celebrated Christmas before, let alone a dinner party with your family. Hell, if there were a party, you would be the one who do all the work around.

You and Finn were sitting near the Christmas tree, drinking your whiskey while chatting. His fingers were brushing through your now better arm, caressing the bandage. “Does it still hurt?” you silk your shoulders “Not anymore.” you smile, gave him a kiss on the cheek and put your head on his shoulder. You were watching them, arguing passionately about something. Polly and Ada were somewhere else at the house, Polly probably was reading the tea leaves of Ada.

You were excited about that night because it was the first decent dinner with anyone. You wanted to look good, so you dressed up- more than them. They have been mocking you all night long, especially Arthur. He kept commenting on your newly bought pearls, the kind gift of Tommy. You were like a mad cow, you accept that, bothered everyone all day long about what to wear or what to do. But in the end, you were full of happiness thanks to your new family.

“I am going to get myself a new glass.” you told Finn and stood up from the couch. You were a little bit dizzy, well it was a really strong whiskey so that was not a surprise for you. You wanted to get over your excitement so, you’d like a new glass.

While you were walking back to your spot, Arthur grabbed you by your waist and held you high. “Holy shit Arthur!” you screamed, some of it because of the pain you had in your ribs. You held his shoulders in the purpose of not falling, but your glass had already fallen. “Y/N’s first official dinner with us as our family!” he shouted, turning you around up by the air. You were feeling nauseous, you were about to throw up. “Fuck, Arthur, stop!” he didn’t listen to you, kept you up there. And then, the inevitable happened.

You threw up, while still up in the air, made a whole mess around the carpet and unfortunately, some of it got to his suit too. All his brothers started to laugh, mostly at Arthur. “Fuck Y/N!” he let you down, took off his jacket and put it aside. Tommy called over his maid, although he looked slightly amused, he didn’t want to make it obvious. His carpet was a mess.

Esme was still laughing like crazy and held your hand. “Let’s get you cleaned up, pukey.” you nodded in response. She helped you clean your mouth, sprayed the perfume, and slightly squeezed your cheeks to give you a little color. “How are you feeling, love?” she sounded concerned, which was a rare thing because she never showed her worrying side to you before. You smiled and hugged her; you loved your big sister more than anything in the world. “I’m happy.”

“About puking?”

You giggled, squeezed her more with your arms. “No, about today. About this. I feel free.” she kissed your cheek and smiled back at you. “You are free, love. And you got Finn.” she winked and let you out of the bathroom. Finn was waiting you there, looking a little bit disturbed. “Are you alright, Y/N? You look pale? Did Arthur hurt your arm or something?” you let him to hug you, to kiss you. “I’m fine, Jesus. I just had too much to drink.” you kissed him back, walked with him outside to the garden. You two were sitting at the bench, holding each other closely. “You know Finn, you don’t have to worry about me all the time.”

“I will worry about you darling, because I love you.”

You raised your head, looked at him surprised. Yes, you two loved each other but you’d never said it out loud before. The three words made you warm all inside, a huge smile creeped all over your face. You were young, little kids even, but you always had that feeling with him. Even when you guys were little, you knew Finn was the one. Finn was the one who cared about you the most, and you cared about him the most. So, you let yourself say those three words back to him.

“I love you too. More than anyone.”

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I’M FINALLY BACK!!!/ REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Okay, first of all, I’m sooo sorry for all the requests that are STILL pending... As I mentioned on my previous post, I had a password problem and I only had access via my phone. But, after MONTHS of trying, I finally could changed my f*cking password! AND NOW, I CAN FINALLY CONTINUE MY STUPID LITTLE FICS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ALRIGHT MY DUDES SO LETS START OUR NEW BEGINNING WITH NEW REQUESTS, AND OLDER REQUESTS ARE GOING TO BE *FINALLY* UPLOADED TOMORROW!

Here are the people I can write about! Or, you can request the character/person that isn’t here and I can check!

Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver

Loki/Thor

Thomas Shelby

Actually any Peaky Blinders character

Henry Cavill (and all of his characters)

Jeffrey Dean Morgan (any character of his is okay too)

Supernatural

Ben Barnes ( and his characters)

Any DC/ Marvel character

Peter Parker/Tom Holland

Sons of Anarchy

Jax Teller/Charlie Hunnam

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I got an issue

So uhmm... I’ve changed my password last week, but somehow none of my devices (except my phone) accepts that password, and when I do ‘forgot my password’ thing Tumblr doesn’t send me an email about it. So now, I’m kinda fucked... Is there anything I could do? 

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Sebastian Stan One Shot

Okay, first of all, I’m sorry that I have been gone too long. I was burried under my midterms and papers, I lost my shit. Now that they are alllll over (thank god) I’m back!! So, thank you for your patience, and I’m so sorry for not writing all of the requests sooner. All of them will be on my blog this week, and that’s a promise! 

This is a one shot for my beloved requester, Sorry for the grammatical mistakes, typos in advance because I didn’t re-read it... I hope it turned out to be the thing you wanted. I hope you’ll enjoy it! xx

Request: @prettysatan : Hello, I was wondering if I could request a Sebastian Stan x reader with a reader from the Czech Republic and they try and teach him the language? If not don’t worry about it (:

WARNINGS: Fluff, slight making out, and nothing else i guess. 

Words Count: 901

   You were laying on your shared bed with Sebastian, talking about your life and other stuff while a soft music was playing at the background. Everything was perfect, heavenly even. You loved being in his arms, it always made you feel calm and safe. And to be honest, you loved to feel his big arms around yourself. He smelt like cookies because he wanted you surprise you, because he had finished his shooting with a new movie. He was finally back.

“Okay okay tell me this. How can I say, ‘I love how tiny you look when I hug you.’?”

You giggled, you loved when he wanted you to translate things. You did the same thing with his Romanian, but he was much more into Czech. You licked your lips, gave him a small kiss, and whispered the things he had asked you to translate. “Miluji, jak maličký vypadáš, když tě objímám.” his smile widened. “I love how your voice changes when you speak your native.” you hid your face between the pillow and his neck, making him laugh even louder. “Well, stop making me blush.” he cocked an eyebrow, his beautiful blue eyes were shining when he looked at you.

“You are a weirdo Y/N. I’m not saying anything to embarrass you.” you hit him by the biceps as a joke. He caressed your hair, gave you another kiss on your lips. “Alright. How can I say, ‘you are amazing.”?” you rolled your eyes at him, you knew he was playing with you. But you didn’t know why. “jsi úžasný.” you replied, rolled him over and got on top of him. “You are the one who is a weirdo. Why do you keep fucking with me?”

He smirked, put his hands on your ass. “I’m not fucking with you right now. If I wanted to fuck with you, you would be naked.” he winked playfully, patted you. “Always a tease.” you rolled your eyes again at him, this time he saw. He made you fall back to his side and got up from the bed. “Alright. I came in bearing gifts, wanted to spend some time with my girl but all I get is sarcasm here.” you knew he was bluffing to leave you, you bought it on purpose anyways. You held his hand and pulled him back on top of you, losing yourself under the weight of his body. A small moan escaped from your lips.

“Okay, I’ll play your game. Shoot me another question.”

“How can I say, ‘I love you.’?”

“Miluji tě.”

He repeated the same way you did, with a slight accent. You smiled at him, brushed his hair with your fingers. “You are cute when you try to say things in my language.” he kissed your nose and murmured. “You are always cute no matter what.” “Now you are just straight up lying.” he kept kissing your face, trailing them to your neck. “And you are being an asshole.” he joked, making you giggle again. “You are too, but that’s nothing new.”

“Ouch.”

He put his hands on his heart, as if you broke it, and made a sad face.  “See, you are an asshole.” you gestured his funny acting, this time he was the one who rolled his eyes. Then, he stopped for a moment. He was looking at you weirdly, in a way you only saw once. It was the same look he gave you at your sister’s wedding when you were walking down the aisle as her maid of honor. His eyes were locked on you, a little smile was on his face. He got up from the bed, walked to his backpack. You rose on your elbows to watch him. “I have one last translation request from you, Y/N.”

“Okay.”

You were still facing his back; you were trying to figure out what he was doing but you couldn’t tell. “How can I say, ‘will you marry me?’?” a huge shock wave filled your body, you didn’t know what to say or do. Your mouth got dry, and you could hear your heart pounding. “W-what?” he turned his body, with a box in which there was a big diamond ring. “Holy fuck Seb, are you serious?” you got up from the bed too, you were both standing still. “Well, I’m not fucking around with a diamond ring.” a slight mocking could be heard from this tone.

He got on one knee, with a genuine smile. “Y/N I’m not kidding. Will you, please, marry me?” you didn’t even realize you hugged him so hard that you made both of you fall to the ground. You kiss his whole face, like a maniac puppy. He was laughing so hard. “Is that a yes?” you were nodding crazily. “Fuck yeah. I’ll marry you. I’ll marry you however, whenever, wherever.” he was hugging you tightly, making it hard for you to breath but you were so happy you didn’t care.

You let him put the ring on your finger, giving your hand a cute kiss. You were so happy, losing your sense of time kind of crazy. You were under the covers, making love all night long. Even when you woke up, you went back to making love. It was as if you were doing it for the first time, those feelings were all there again.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Seb.”

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Easy Henry your dom side is showing...

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Hey! I found one of your works and I loved it!! But now,I'm not able to find anymore of your writings...help me please 👉 👈

This is my https://laverna-fanfictions.tumblr.com/post/618925881989218304/masterlist

And omg... Thank you for reading my "amateur" fics... I only got 3 of them so far, because im literally stuck with studying because of my midterms. Hopefully, i will finish all the requests soon!

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Hi please can I request a finn shelby x reader where I'm his girlfriend and esmes younger sister and I've known him and his family since I was 3 and they treat me like family and they find out my parents abuse me and make me give them my money and work for them and the shelbys save me from them and can I have a cute moment with finn please thanks x

Hello! Yes of course! If you want more, you can hit me up!!!

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Please can I request a finn shelby x reader where I'm esmes younger sister and the shelbys treat me like family and I get really excited for Christmas and everyone finds it hilarious and I end up getting drunk and finn looks after me thanks xx

Hi! Sorry for responding late, i have my midterms right now... So this is an opportunity to apologize to the other requesters too!!! Im going to publish the other requests soon!!!

Ehm anyways yes i can write it!!!!! But as i said i got my midterms right now so it might come up a bit late, i will tag your name when its published! If you want to give me more details about exactly what you want, im okay with that. :)

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To Touch Him/ Bucky Barnes One Shot

Hey guys! Firstly, thank you for your requests. I didn’t even think someone would ask me for something so it really is exciting for me to take requests. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did.

REQUEST: @fdert367 : Hello! I don’t know if you would be down to write this but can you write a one shot for the winter soldier and maybe make it nsfw? Thank you!

Summary: Y/N and Bucky have some fun!

Words Count: 2002

WARNINGS: Smut, Language, Being tied-up, a fight scene. 

“Dude, you really are getting rusty.”

Y/N laughed out loud, trying to tease Thor for a second round. He wasn’t actually rusty, but she liked to make fun of the boys of the compound. She was strong, she enjoyed beating them up and mock them. Thor wasn’t someone you could’ve mocked with, he usually was competitive, so he wasn’t just going to let Y/N win; he had to win the second round.

“Bring it on Y/N.”

His ‘anger’ made her laugh even more, she liked how Thor easily got railed up by competition. She wanted to add more fire to it. “Sure, big boy. But don’t use your powers this time, you know I can use them back to you.” she grinned at him, knowing it would just make him rougher.

Thor was the one who attacked first, throwing a fist at her face. But she easily grabbed his hand, twisted it, and turned him over. Her giggles filled the training room, she knew the others were coming to watch it. Thor tripped Y/N over, making her fall to the ground but she quickly made her way up, kicking Thor in the abdomen. He immediately held her leg, twisted her in the air but she didn’t let herself fall. While holding her fists on the air, she smiled mischievously. At that moment Bucky, Natasha and Sam came in the room to watch them.

“20 bucks Y/N will win.” said Sam while eating his chips, Natasha doubled for Thor and Bucky kept himself quiet, watching Y/N’s moves carefully. She swinged her fist to Thor’s face, held his shoulders and climbed on top of them, grabbing his neck with her thighs. He grabbed her by the sweatshirt, threw her to the ground and got on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, hitting him with her elbows to make him dizzy.

“Okay this is becoming a WWE match.”

She couldn’t hear who said that and she didn’t care at that moment either. She tried to get up, but Thor pinned her down quite strong. She tried everything, spinning him, biting him etc. But he didn’t even flinch. “Are you going to give it up, Y/N?” he asked with his mocking tone, making Y/N sigh. But then, she started to use her powers. She held Thor’s arm, focused on his powers, and then shocked him with his own electric. She gave such a high voltage of it, he cried with pain and let go of his hold. She took the advantage of it, wrapped her legs around his neck on the ground and held his arm. “Who’s going to give up now?”

He started to tap the mats aggressively. She cried with victory and let him go. They were out of breath, kept still on the ground. “Shit, Y/N! Yo Nat, I want my 20 bucks now.” Natasha rolled her eyes and gave Sam the money. Thor started to mumble under his breath. “Your abilities giving me migraines.” that comment made everybody laugh, and while they were leaving one by one Bucky stood behind. He helped Y/N got up on her feet. “What was this all about, doll?”

She shrugged “We made a bet. He thought he could’ve taken me down, I proved him wrong.” she grinned with victory then took a sip of her water. Bucky loved it when Y/N got all competitive and feisty but seeing her legs arounds Thor’s waist made him somewhat jealous. Normally, he wasn’t the jealous type, however something made his shoulders tense this time. He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her body close to his and started grinding on her. “You know… I have something much more fun than this thing.”

Y/N’s eyes met with Bucky’s, hugged him back and grinned. “I’m hoping you mean bedroom activities.” she made Bucky laugh instantly. He loved her; he loved every bit of her. How they connected so fast, how they can understand each other just by the look on their faces. He loved touching her, more than anything else.

He held her hand, took her to their joined bedroom. The moment they closed the door, Bucky pinned her to the wall started kissing her. He was pressing his body onto hers, pushing himself between her legs. She moaned when she felt the pressure, she opened her legs and allow him between them. His lips were rougher than before, more wanting than ever. “Bucky you are driving me crazy right now.” she cried with pleasure and anticipation, making Bucky laugh into her mouth. “Oh doll, you have no idea what I am going to do to you.” he parted his lips from her with a devilish grin, making Y/N frustrated than before.

He grabbed her by the waist, pushed her to the bed and got on top. He put her hands on top of her head, held them tight; not allowing Y/N to touch him. “Bucky… Let me touch you, please.” he shook his head in response. “Oh no, sweetheart. You won’t be touching me until you realize what you did.” she gulped her moan down, watching his face while he was undressing her from her sportswear.

For a moment, he let her hands go and went to the bathroom. Panting, she rose from the bed and wondered why he went in there. Just in seconds, he came out with the belt of the robe, grinning even widely. “Oh wow.” she exhaled with excitement, she loved when Bucky became dominant. He always was the dominant in bed, but they usually made love. That made the ‘rough sex’ even more fun, more excited.

“Hands up, doll.”

She obliged, letting him tie her. Her breaths were quick, she was too excited than she should be. Bucky pulled her to the edge of the bed, pushed her legs wide open started caressing her on top of her underwear. She moved her body with pleasure, wanting more of him but he wasn’t ready to give in yet. He wanted Y/N to know what she did. “Bucky…” she moaned, pressing herself to his palm. “What do you want me to do, doll?” his fingers only brushing her underwear, he was only teasing her. He wanted her to beg.

“Jesus, Bucky just…” she couldn’t continue.  “Do you want me to taste you? Is that what you want sweetheart?” she nodded, moaning even more. “You have to be more specific, be more vocal love.” she looked him in the eye, then gave in. “Yes, Bucky. I want you to taste me and finger-fuck me.” he smirked and took her underwear off from her legs. “Atta girl.” he pulled her from the legs, buried his head between them. The moment she felt his touch, she lost herself into it. First, he put two fingers in, trying to make her ready. “Oh fuck!” she cried with pleasure, wanting more. But she knew Bucky wouldn’t give her fast if she didn’t ask for it. “Bucky, faster, please!” she almost yelled, and she was sure that everybody on their floor heard the cry. He immediately did what she asked, made his pace faster.

The weave of pleasure making her move, moan loudly. He was holding her legs, trying to keep them still but her body still was shaking with pleasure. She wanted to touch him, badly, but her hands were tied- literally. While her pleasure becoming unbearable and she was closer than ever, she could feel the sweet feeling of the release she had been waiting. “Yes, baby girl, come for me.” and that all it took, his voice. She came all over his fingers, so intense that she couldn’t come to her senses even after.

“Oh my God.”

She was breathless, couldn’t believe the climax she just had. But Bucky hadn’t finished yet. He got on top of her again, kissing her neck and chest while mumbling. “Have you realized what have you done yet, moya printsessa?” she was still oblivious about what she did, but she was trying as hard as she can. Feeling her hesitation, Bucky stopped kissing her and looked at her directly. “I guess I have to fuck you till your senses come up.”

He didn’t even let her answer, he spread her legs again and took off his clothes. She was taken aback again by his looks. After all this time, he still amazed her. How beautiful he was, it was beyond her. She wanted to touch him, but Bucky made a “tch tch” sound to stop her. “Not now, not yet. First, you need to realize, doll.” he smirked again and brushed his big, veiny cock towards her entrance. A little, soft moan escaped from her lips. “Shit, Bucky…” after he was sure that she was ready, he pushed himself in, moving slowly at first.

When Bucky was sure she adjusted him, he fastened his pace, making you moan loud again. She knew afterwards she wasn’t going to look at her friends directly for a while. Her thoughts got distracted by his voice. “Tell me, Y/N, who does your pussy belong to?”

Then she understood.

Bucky was jealous of the ‘closeness’ when she and Thor were training. Her eyes got wide open with the enlightenment. She was going to make him feel much better now. “You. Only you Bucky.” she moaned loudly again, this time it was on purpose. “Not Thor, not anybody else. Just you.” he laughed, stopped moving in her and took her hands. “Good girl. Now you can touch me.” he untied the belt, let her hands go. The moment she was free, she grabbed him by his neck and got on top of him. She kissed every inch of his body, his scars, his neck- every inch. He moaned with pleasure under her, holding her ass while giving it a small smack. “Move, Y/N.” she obliged. “Your wish is my command, Sergeant.”

She started to move from the pace they left just a second ago. Their moans filled the room, the corridor even, but they didn’t care this time. They just wanted their release, which was close. She could feel her walls closing on Bucky, and she knew he was about to cum inside of her. “Yes, Bucky, you feel so good!” she pressed her lips to his, kissing him as if she were hungry. He grabbed her hair, pulling it somewhat gently and hard. “Yes!” they both cried at the same time, but it was Bucky who came first. She felt his warmness inside, which made her more excited. “Yes, baby, cum for me.” he started to move himself too, trying to make her cum. He smacked her ass again, and again, he knew it was what she needed.

The beautiful, warm feeling filled her whole body, making her fall to his chest while still shaking. “Holy fuck, Bucky.” she whispered, couldn’t find the strength to be louder. They were both out of breath, trying to calm themselves.

They stayed like that, didn’t know how long it took for them to recover what they’d just had. After her breathing became normal, she rose her head to see Bucky. “I didn’t know you were jealous.” he was looking at her like she was not aware of the ‘obvious’ situation. “I’m not jealous of anyone, doll. But that’s Thor. Even I wanna fuck him.” that comment made her laugh, she slapped his flesh arm as a joke. “Oh wow, do you want to have a threesome with him then?” she asked jokingly. He shrugged. “I mean, I’m not saying no.”

They both laughed and kissed each other, soft and loving this time. “You know that I love you so much, right Bucky?” he smiled gently and started to brush her hairs with his metal fingers. “I know baby. I love you too, and sometimes I don’t know how to deal with that love.” she kissed his chin and whispered. “I mean, we can go again.” she wiggled her eyebrows while laughing.

“Alright, that’s it. Let’s tire you then.”