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simplystevies · 3 years ago
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is this love?
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pairings || fake!bf!pornstar!andy barber x pornstar!f!reader
summary || your feelings with your online boyfriend change incredibly once he says those short few words.
warnings || 18+ minors dni, porn, recorded sex, age gap (reader is of age), size kink, mentions of divorce, roleplay sex, mentions of food, spanking, hair pulling, choking, fake dubcon?, forced blowjob, degrading, but also praise?? if that makes sense, oral (m), daddy kink, denied orgasm.
note || hi everyone! this in my entree for the @agentofbarnes agency’s writing challenge!
wc || 2.1k
you didn’t mean to flip your life like this. you didn’t mean to have one of the hottest guys on earth railing you every other day until you were left numb and stupid.
you just answered an ad that asked for an eighteen or over, open to anything. that was when you met andy. before you got into porn, andy say you down and explained everything, made sure you were okay with it all.
you were, he told you that he would be the only one fucking you, and god did that sell you immediately. a massive guy fucking you? you didn’t hesitate before signing your name down.
you videos were shared through multiple websites, reposted by people you didn’t even know. it made you feel nice, wanted. oddly enough, the men thirsting over your body made you feel perfect.
the way andy worshipped you, whispered sweet nothings into your ear, made you feel wanted. you and andy constantly titled yourself as a relationship, but behind closed doors you two were just good friends.
sometimes, you and andy would roleplay, acting as if he was your stepdad, due to him being much bigger than you, or maybe your best friend and you were a virgin.
ever since you met andy, you hadn’t been happier. you were getting railed constantly, and you had someone to go to for advice. sometimes andy would spoil you for the fun of it.
andy divorced his wife two years before you and andy met. he had no one to give his money to, so he decided you were the next best thing. he kept you close to his heart.
you were on his way to his house, he thought of an idea that he wanted to run past you. you accepted, obviously, and picked up your crap and got ready.
you made your way to andy’s house, having your own key had its perks. andy was waiting on the couch, your favourite pizza in front of him. “oh andy, you didn’t have to.” you said with a wide smile.
andy shrugged and smiled as you sat down. “you know i did, gotta keep my girl happy.” his words make butterflies burst in your stomach. you took a slice, the pizza being warm telling you it only came recently.
you took a bite out of the slice, moaning at the taste. andy would be lying if he said his cock didn’t twitch at the sound of your moan. “so, what did you wanna do?” you asked, hand covering your almost full mouth.
andy sat forward and licked his lips. “our step-dad video was the best, it was fun and it had amazin’ ratin’s, so i wanna revisit it.” he said, putting a hand on your knee. you nodded and took another bite.
“but maybe this time— we could do a step dad punishes his daughter?” he asked. you bit your lip and nodded, sitting towards him. “yeah, that sounds good, when do you wanna start.”
andy smiled and turned around to grab his phone. “ehh, i’m free now, actually.” he said, throwing his phone to the side. you nodded and stood up. “i have the cameras set up to.”
you finished your third slice of pizza and walked upstairs with andy following close behind you. “alright so basically, i’ll just find somethin’ like weed and then come punish you.”
you nodded and took off your clothes, getting into a skimpy skirt and tank top you left at his house. andy was standing behind the camera, turning it on and putting on the right setting.
andy fixing the camera turned you on slightly, the way he knew so much about it, how passionate he was, made you feel butterflies in your stomach. andy gave you a smile before leaving the room.
you sat on your phone as you waited for him to come in. the loud bang of the door hitting off the wall made you jump up. “what the fuck is this?!” he yelled, throwing the small packet of weed on the bed.
your stomach jumped as you backed up. “it’s not mine, i was holding it for a friend.” you shrugged, biting your lip. “bullshit! why was it under your mattress?! hm?!” the vein in his neck popped.
fuck, you wanted him to take you right then and there. “i was hiding it so you didn’t blow up like this!” you yelled back. andy rolled his eyes and threw his hands up. “stop fuckin’ lying!” he shook his head.
“y’know what? c’mere.” he said, gripping your tank top and pulling you down to him. you gasped as you heard the stitching in your shirt before the entire thing fell apart.
andy chuckled and sat down on the bed, in front of the camera, and threw you over his lap. you gripped his leg and groaned. andy flipped your shirt up and rubbed your ass softly.
his hand roughly connected with your right cheek, before doing the same on your left. you cried out as he spanked you. “count them.” he gripped your hair, pulling you up and whispering in your ear.
you nodded and counted each slap he gave your ass. “thirty.” you cried, the tears on your cheeks falling off your jaw and onto his rough jeans. andy gripped your hair again and pulled you up.
he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans, as well as his boxers. “suck.” he spat as his cock jumped up. you shook your head and tried to move away.
andy gripped the back of your neck and pulled you down. you opened your mouth and allowed his cock to slide inside of your mouth. you rolled your eyes to the back of your head as he pushed your head down.
you moaned softly as andy thrusted into your mouth. “fuck, should’ve done this sooner.” andy threw his head back. you felt amazing in this setting, andy praising you while pretending to force himself onto you.
andy pulled out of your mouth, giving you time to pretend to run away. you got up and went to move away from him, andy grabbed your ankles and pulled you down.
his hand wrapped around your neck, pulling your head near his. “don’t you dare try to run from me.” he said in your ear. you nodded and looked back at him.
andy pulled down your skirt and ripped off your panties. “daddy!” you gasped, looking back at him. andy chuckled and pulled you closer to him. he took his cock in his hand, rubbing it through your folds.
you let out a quiet moan and bit your lip. andy took this as permission to slide in, giving you no time to adjust. no matter how many times andy would fuck you, his size would always be a beautiful surprise.
“fuck! you’re too big daddy!” you cried out, gripping the sheets. andy shook his head and grabbed your neck. “take it, take it like the slut i know you are.” he spat, his hand tightening around your neck.
as andy started to thrust, you couldn’t help but cry out. if the camera was positioned in another way, it would look like andy was thrusting into nothing, you were so small under him.
andy moved his head to the side of yours, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. you rolled your eyes to the back of your head as more tears flowed down your face. “oh god daddy, so fuckin’ good!” you sobbed.
andy nodded and tightened his grip around your neck. you gasped and your eyes widened. “that’s it, just how i like it.. nice and tight for me.” he chuckled darkly, biting on your earlobe.
you nodded and curled your toes, feeling a knot in your stomach form. “fuck— please, please!” you begged, coming too close for him to stop. but andy didn’t care, he pulled out of you.
you let out a loud whine as you turned back to him. “what the fuck?!” you yelled, sitting up slightly. “good girls get to cum, and from what i remember, you aren’t that good.” andy smirked.
he was teasing you, and you hated it. “fine!” you said, getting up and pushing him onto the bed. “i’ll fuck myself!” you said, straddling him. andy smirked at you taking control, giving you a small nod before gripping your waist.
you prepared yourself before sliding down onto him, your head fell before you threw it back in a loud moan. “yes daddy!” you yelped, being so full that he hit every spot you needed him to.
andy watched as you sunk all the way down, something you barely did, complaining that he was too big and it hurt. “can’t fuck me right? gotta take matters into my own fuckin’ hands.” you shook your head.
andy enjoyed you taking control, andy loved you like this. andy loved you. andy moved his hands from your waist, up your spine and to your neck, pulling you into his body.
you bounced up and down, loud cries leaving your mouth. andy’s hand rested on the back of your neck, holding your face next to his. “i love you.” he whispered.
what? you didn’t want to slow down, being too close to your orgasm to stop now.. but did he just say that? did andrew stephen barber just tell you that he loved you?
your orgasm hit you like a truck, massive, but a surprise. you moaned out as your eyes were glued to the back of your head. andy moaned as you clenched around him, a sound you loved.
you pulled off him after your orgasm and let him jerk off onto your tummy. you gave him a small smile and fell beside him. “i never want to see you with drugs ever again.”
awkwardness was laced in his tone as he stood up to turn off the camera. you didn’t care about anything at that moment, you just had a mind blowing orgasm and that’s all that mattered.
you didn’t realise you fell asleep until you woke up to a dimly lit room and andy turning a page of his book beside you. “did i wake you? sorry.” he mumbled, marking the page and closing the book.
“you’re okay.” you whispered, giving him a small smile. andy smiled and moved a strand of your hair from your face. you looked down, noticing your favourite shirt that andy wore.
you looked back up at him and turned over to your side. “how long was i asleep for?” you asked, yawning as you sat up. andy shrugged and checked his watch. “two hours, give or take.” he said.
a knife could cut through the tension between you two. you nodded and sat up. “i’d better get home, talk tomorrow?” you asked. andy shook his head and got out of the bed.
he was wearing nothing but his boxers, something andy never did. “i’ll drive you home, you just woke up.” he insisted, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a t shirt. you nodded and got up after him, walking out to his car.
the silence in the car was both awkward but comfortable. “this—“ you started as he pulled up to your house. “i’m sorry for saying i loved you.” andy blurted, cutting you off.
you gulped and looked over at him with wide eyes. “well, um, i was trying to ignore that.” you said, nodding your head slowly. andy groaned and shut his eyes, throwing his head back.
“i didn’t want to hurt you— or get myself hurt by replying to it and—“ you started. you stopped yourself when andy shook his head. you bit your lip and slowly sank in your chair.
andy opened his eyes and continued to look forward. “you’ve been nice to me, real nice, and i don’t wanna lose you cause you think i’m a weirdo— y’know an old guy liking a young girl with so much ahead of her.”
you tried to hold back a smile as he explained himself. “i do like you, and i’ve liked you for a while but i thought that was just because i was going through a divorce and needed to distract—“
it was your turn to cut him off, and you did it with a soft kiss. “i know we kiss almost all the time, but that was genuine, i’ve liked you for a long time too.” you looked into his eyes.
andy smiled and kissed you again, his tongue sliding into your mouth almost immediately. his hand rested on your cheek, unbuckling his belt. “i love you, i really love you.” seeing andy smile made your heart jump.
“i really love you too, andy.” you said, kissing his cheek. “i gotta go feed my cat, i’ve been out for a while.” you nodded. andy nodded and sat back in his seat. “you can come in too.” you said as you got out.
andy nodded and waited a few seconds for you to turn away from the car. andy danced around slightly like a high schooler that got his first kiss before getting out of the car.
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unwrittenlibrary · 3 years ago
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enormity of desire
eighteen plus themes -> minors dni
summary -> a clean break would be easier, but it’s not what you want. [bucky barnes x female!reader]
words -> 3.0k
warnings -> older!bucky, undefined age gap (reader is mid-twenties & bucky is mid to late thirties) secret relationship, nicknames (honey, pretty girl), not beta’d, no smut but adult themes explored.
notes -> bye this was an entry for @agentofbarnes the agency writing challenge! that i joined months ago & then took forever to finish 🥺 sorry!!!!
division and specialty chosen -> dads best friend (bucky & reader’s parents are friends) & secret relationship with bucky barnes.
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She was lovely. A structured face that was beautiful and bright, red locks that framed it perfectly.
You glance down at your dress nervously. She would fit him perfectly. Absolutely stunning, a lovely dress that highlighted her shape adorned her and she had mischievous eyes that intrigued even you. 
Maybe none of that bothered you as much as what seemed to be the most important fact; Natasha was his age. Friends with your parents too. She would fit perfectly with Bucky and that’s what hurt you the most. 
You loved him and he had better options. More suitable options and that made you insecure and jealous despite the fact that you knew Bucky cared for you deeply. 
“What’s up, buttercup?” You jump at the familiar voice and turn to glare at Wanda. She grins brightly before following your line of a sight. "Who is that?"
You purse your lips in distaste. That was Natasha. She had apparently just moved to New York and gotten a job at the hospital your mother worked at. She thought she would be perfect for Bucky.
"Natasha. She just moved to New York." You mumble. Your eyes search for Bucky’s somewhere in the crowd of your parents friends, but he's nowhere to be found. "My father is under the assumption Bucky would like her."
Wanda eyes you suspiciously before leaning towards you to ask, "Would he not?"
"I don't know!" You say a little too loudly, garnering the attention of some people around you. You give them an apologetic smile before looking back at Wanda. "I mean, why would I know? Bucky and I don't hang out."
Her eyes narrow as you cringe at your own defensive tone. "Why are you being so weird about this?” She asks in a suspicious tone. Her eyes filter between you and the crowd like she’s searching for an answer in Bucky. 
Who is still nowhere to be found. 
“I’m not being weird.” You straighten your back out when you finally find Bucky moving through the crowd. “Drop it, okay?” 
Wanda opens her mouth to say something you’re sure will spark an argument, but you choose the ignore her in turn of talking to Bucky. You’ll apologize soon. When you’re able to explain everything fully, but all that’s on your mind now is intercepting the introduction your parents had so strategically planned all afternoon as the three of you set up for this barbecue. 
You offer up an awkward smile and short greetings to coworkers and friends you didn’t really care all that much about as you pass small groups of people. 
Your eyes meet Bucky’s as your father wraps an arm around your shoulder and your mother guides Natasha up the porch steps to where you’re standing with the two men. 
“Bucky,” she grins as they come to a stop beside you, “this is Dr. Romanoff. She just started at St. Mary’s.” 
It feels like the scene happens in slow motion. Bucky’s eyes flit to yours brief enough for your parents to not even notice before they land on Natasha and he smiles politely. “Nice to meet you, Dr. Romanoff,” he offers his hand for a handshake, “what’s your specialty?” 
Her hand fits seemingly perfect in his as she answers, “You can call me Natasha.” Her voice is thick and smooth. She’s perfect. “Orthopedics,” your eyes flash to Bucky’s arm at the same time her’s do. Of course, you think as your attention is dragged back to her face while she talks. “Are you in the medical field as well?” You parents smile proudly at one another as they begin to back away slowly, assuming the conversation will continue on without them. 
Your father’s arm guides you away, but you spare one last glance over your shoulder in hopes that Bucky’s eyes will meet yours. They’ll be filled with an apology and you’ll understand the meaning behind his usual stare that says ‘I’ll see you later. I promise.’ 
But he doesn’t look up, his eyes focused intently on Natasha as she speaks. Your heart drops and you glance down nervously at your dress again. 
You were right. She fit him perfectly. 
You end up cradling a glass of wine in the corner of your backyard with Wanda for most of the night. She seems to understand without you saying that something had hurt your feelings and despite your earlier attitude, she had been by your side with jokes and compliments all night. 
“You can go,” you giggle, a little tipsily, as you watch her and Vision steal glances at one another, “hang out with Vision. You two have been pining all night.” 
The two of you have taken shelter under the tree in your parents backyard, where a wooden swing from your childhood is still tied to one of the branches. You’re positive it’s dangerous to sit on, but you don’t really care as you gently swing back and forth never getting very high. 
Wanda looks down with a blush dusting her cheeks. “That’s not... You need me.” 
“I’m fine! Besides, I’m going home soon anyways, I just have to say goodbye to my parents.” You shrug as the swing slows to a stop. 
Wanda eyes you warily. “Go home? Can’t you stay here? You’ve had a few glasses.”
You could. Your parents had converted your old bedroom into a guest room that you were sure they would be more than happy to let you use, but you wanted to be in your own bed to wallow in your insecurities no matter how unhealthy it sounded. And if you stayed here, you would be forced to watch Bucky until he left. 
“I’ll drive her home,” your feet dig into the ground at the sound of Bucky’s voice, “you don’t have to worry.” 
Wanda looks at you in question. You can almost see her mind turning at a million miles per minute as she looks between you and Bucky. She opens her mouth to say something, then shuts it, then opens it again. This time her voice is a whisper as she asks, “Are you okay?” 
“I’m okay, Wan.” You smile gratefully at her in hopes that she understands there’s no need to be worried. You can see things click into place as she picks her bag up from the ground besides her and begins to back away. “I’ll text you when I get home.” 
You can feel Bucky’s warmth as his arms come up to twist the swing around to face him. You look up at the frayed rope in wonder amazed at how long it had lasted. 
“Hey, pretty girl.” He says softly as his eyes trail over your face. You look down at you lap, wine glass still cradled between your hands, and frown. The tree hides you away from prying eyes, you know otherwise Bucky wouldn’t be as close to you as he is. “I’ve been looking for you.”
“I’ve been with Wanda.” You say just as softly without looking up. Bucky’s fingertips trail over your cheek before lifting your chin to look at him. “And you looked busy.” 
He frowns. You know he understands the implication when his hand drops back to his side. “Your parents sprung her on me. I didn’t want to be rude.” 
“I’m not mad.” He raises his eyebrows and you crack a small smile. “I am, but not with you. The situation, I guess. How it makes me feel.” 
Your lips part as Bucky’s hand lands on your neck, his thumb rubbing circles into your collarbone. It’s bold, especially for your parents’ backyard, but it offers you a comfort you had been craving all night. “I’m sorry.” 
“Me too,” you admit, “but there’s not much we can do. Not much besides...” You trail off. Not much besides breaking-up, you think. Despite it appearing the most logical answer to all these issues you’re faced with, it seemed utterly wrong. 
Bucky appears to think the same thing as he exhales sharply, “You want to break up?” 
“I don’t know. No.” You answer honestly. “I don’t, but my parents keep trying to set you up and I keep watching as woman after woman comes in, each one better than me. And now they have a gorgeous doctor who’s your age and brilliant and all I can think is how can this ever work when there is so much better out there for you?” You bring your hand up to wipe at your eyes, where tears are building up. 
Bucky rubs your shoulder gently in an attempt to comfort you. “You’re wrong. They’re not better and I don’t want anybody else. There is-”
“Barnes?” Bucky’s hand drops as he takes a few steps back and rounds the tree. He intercepts your father on the opposite side, so he can’t really see you behind the branches in the dark. “We’ve been looking for you, Barnes.” 
You stand from the swing and lean down to grab your bag. When you round the tree, Bucky glances over his shoulder. 
His eyes filled with an apology and a message you understand clearly. 
Please don’t leave. We need to talk. 
You nod before slipping out of the backyard. 
The car ride is silent. Bucky knows his way to your apartment, so there’s no navigation to break the tension and the music is playing so softly you can only make out a couple words. 
Every time the car rolls to a stop, Bucky will glance at you like he wants to say something, but decides against it at the last minute. You’re plagued with thoughts of this being it the whole way home. As if your earlier fears have planted seeds of doubts in Bucky’s mind that have blossomed in the hour since. 
You turn to him as the car pulls to a stop in your parking garage. “I’m sorry,” you blurt, “I didn’t mean to make it seem like I want to break-up. I was just-”
“I know.” Bucky’s hands come up to cup your cheeks. “I don’t want to to break-up, but I don’t want you to resent me either. I don’t want you to stay in this and in five months or five years, hate me for it.” 
You’re shaking your head before he can finish the sentence. “I won’t. I could never hate you.” Your hands come to rest over his. “I just wish there was an easier way.” 
“Maybe this is the easiest way.” He says full of sorrow. Your lungs are burning as tears gather in the rim of your eyes. “A clean break now before either one of us gets too attached.” His voice is thick with emotion and you can tell it’s the last thing he wants.
“I don’t want a clean break. I want this. I want us.” You say firmly. “And if it ends messily then I’d rather that than give up now. I...” You trail off the admission dying on your tongue. Bucky’s eyes search your face, like he’s looking for any trace of doubt. You lean towards him as your hands slide down to wrap around his wrists. “Don’t give up on us.” 
He groans, like your words have broken him, before leaning across the center console and kissing you. You gasp at the harsh kiss, your lips parting allowing him to deepen the kiss. 
It’s messy and emotional as the two of you seemingly pour everything you’re too afraid to say into the kiss. An I love you that you can’t force out.
When you pull away, you reach over to unbuckle his seatbelt. “Come upstairs?” You ask quietly, already moving away to gather you things.
“Yes.” Bucky grins as moves to pull his key out of the ignition. You both move in a frenzied hurry as you make your way into the building, your sides pressed against one another.
As you wait for the elevator, Bucky’s arm wraps around your waist and he leans into your side and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Promise this is what you want, pretty girl?” Bucky asks quietly as the elevator moves quickly towards your floor.
When the doors open you pull him out with you. “I promise,” you say quietly.
The front door slams shut behind you and you drop your bag to the ground without a care as Bucky’s hands grip your hips and guide you towards your living room.
He presses kisses down your jawline as your arms wrap around him in an attempt to steer both of you towards the couch. “Fuck,” you groan as you leg hits the coffee table, making the two of you stumble, “sorry.”
Bucky laughs quietly into your neck before pressing a kiss there as well. He falls onto the couch, pulling you down with him so you’re sitting on his lap.
“I missed you all night, pretty girl.” Bucky whispers as he trails his lips across your collar bone, pulling the sleeve of your dress aside so has access to your shoulder. “All I could do was watch you in your pretty dress. Made me so upset.”
Your hand plays with the hairs at the back of his neck as you respond, “I wore it for you. I thought you would like it.”
“I do.” Bucky groans as his hands land on your hips. He adjusts your position so your legs are on either side of his hips and your dress rides up so it’s barely covering your thighs. “But I think you look good in everything, so maybe I’m biased.” He grins up at you and it makes your cheeks heat at how earnest his eyes look.
You shake your head with a fond smile. “I,” your confession us on the tip of your tongue, “I missed you tonight.” You hesitate. It’s been running through your mind for weeks now as you and Bucky hot more and more serious.
“I know,” Bucky’s trail from your shoulders down your arms, “I missed you too. I missed you too much for someone in the same vicinity as me.”
You smirk. “Because you were busy with Dr. Redhead all night.”
“Romanoff,” Bucky corrects with a laugh, “and I wasn’t. I was busy with your meddling parents.” You blink slowly as his hands splay across your thighs. “Trying to get them to understand I don’t need them setting me up.”
His hands move slowly up your thigh as you look down at him with lidded eyes. “Buck…” You trail off, your breath hitching as Bucky pulls your dress so it rests around your hips.
“Let’s not talk about that anymore,” he murmurs, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the space between your breasts, “let’s talk about how pretty you look. How badly I want to fuck you.”
Your head falls back with a moan as he trails kisses up your chest and across your collar bone. “Please.” You murmur.
His lips move up your neck as your nails dig into his shoulder blades. “So pretty,” Bucky says quietly as his fingers tease the waistband of your panties, “and all mine.”
“All yours,” you smile softly, “Bucky.” Your fingertips run gently over his cheeks as you lean back to look at him.
He hums in response, his eyes sliding shut at the feeling of your touch. “I love you.” The words come out without warning and his eyes shoot up again to look up at you.
Your mouth opens in awe at your own admission. You hadn’t intended for the words to come tumbling out, but they had and you knew you had meant them. You suck in a deep breath while his hands freeze in their place, it’s awkward and tense, the heat of the moment dying out as you stare at each other.
“I do,” you whisper, “love you. I know you said all that about a clean break and no attachments yet but it wouldn’t be clean for me because I love you. I’m in deep with you.”
A grin makes its way onto his face. One that has all your worries melting away the moment you see it. “I love you too, pretty girl.” His hand comes up to run his knuckles over your cheekbone as you stare at each other with giddy smiles.
Bucky’s grip on your waist loosens as he shifts in his seat. You look down at him in question when he begins to gently push you off of his lap. “C’mon,’ he murmurs, “let me take you to bed, honey.” You scrunch your nose up at the term as Bucky grins. 
“Yes, buttercup.” You giggle as you stand and hold your hand out for him to take. Bucky shakes his head in response as you begin to pull him down your hallway towards your bedroom. 
There’s a flurry of nerves that rush through you as you pull Bucky into your room. It’s not like he hadn’t been there before. He had stayed at your apartment plenty of times before, but this felt different. This felt like a commitment. You loved each other and that meant if this continued you would have to tell people eventually. It couldn’t stay your secret forever. 
Your eyes flicker to him as you think of a future. A wedding. Dogs. Kids. Would your parents approve? Bucky was younger than them, but still older than you and they had been the ones to introduce you two with the idea of Bucky becoming like a mentor to you, nothing more. 
“What’s on your mind?” Bucky pulls you into him as he kicks your bedroom door shut behind him. 
You paint on a smile and wrap your arms around his waist before whispering, “nothing that can’t wait until later.” 
You tilt your head towards him and he seems to get the memo, his lips slanting over yours in a gentle kiss as he walks you backwards towards your bed. 
Your knees buckle as the back of your legs hit the bed and you fall backwards, Bucky positioning himself over you with a smirk. “I love you,” he murmurs as he leans down to press a mess of kisses to your neck and chest.
“I love you. I love you. I love you.” He repeats and you laugh gently, your worries falling to the back of your mind.
All of them are issues for another time because right now you were content knowing the man in your arms loved you. Everything else could be talked about later.
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notes -> a dbf bucky piece that i’ve been promising since, like, july! let me know what u think pls 🥺 i know there’s no smut, but i just couldn’t find a way to write it that flowed.
edit!! -> hello! a few comments have pointed out that this age gap is not “truly” dbf! so, for clarification, readers parents would be mid to late forties & yes, older than bucky, but that does not mean bucky isn’t a close friend of them as its implied they are coworkers and close outside of work. i use dbf because it’s easier & more well known than saying younger than parents but older than reader family friend in the tags. hopefully this clears up any angst over my use of the tag. thank you.
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tharros-auris-black-asimi · 3 years ago
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Warmth
Pairing: Alpha Beefy Bucky x Female Mutant Reader
Summary: Being paired off with Bucky Barnes on a mission was hard enough. Hell, the two of you being a part of Hydra a long time ago was already hard enough. But when the two of you are forced to seek shelter in an Avengers safehouse, it gets even worse.
Because there's only one freaking bed.
Will you survive the night with the grumpy Alpha by your side? Or will you rip your hair out?
Who knows. The nights are unpredictable.
What you do know is, is that Bucky Barnes is too fucking hot for his damn good.
Maybe you just might pull your hair out.
Warnings: Heavy A/B/O dynamics. Mentions of past torture from Hydra for both Bucky and the Reader. This Bucky is sort of a mix between CW!Bucky, (hence the beefy!Bucky), but also TFATWS!Bucky bc I love grumpy old man, sassy Bucky. Some angst/hurt/comfort, because I'm a hoe for angst. No heats/ruts in this lil fic, just good ole rough smut. Some biting and some mild blood too. This sex would be considered unprotected irl, but in the a/b/o verse, I don't think you'd need protection??? Who knows. Italics are for when Bucky and the Reader are talking in Russian. The Reader also has a nightmare, which ties back in with the whole mention of past torture from Hydra. If I missed any other warnings in this, let me know and I'll make sure to add them!
Additional Notes: This was written for @agentofbarnes's writing challenge! Congrats on 7k, Zee! I'm sorry this took so long. I started writing this in July, and let it marinate for far too long. But it's here now. I hope you enjoy!
All writing mistakes in this fic are mine, as usual.
Word Count: 4,602
Hell.
This was absolute pure fucking hell.
As you and the former Winter Soldier, James "Bucky" Barnes himself stared at the front door of one of the safehouses for the Avengers in case of emergencies, you couldn't help make eye contact with him.
Great. This was just great.
No one, not even Clint had told you that it would be snowing in freaking January in rural Ohio, of all places.
Then again, you had faintly remembered doing gymnastics before you had been taken by Hydra with some arrogant Alpha guy named Lance. He had been a real pain in your ass and you remembered you had made him cry once. After you had escaped from Hydra, you had bumped into him again. Funnily enough, he was still just as scared of you as he was all those years ago. Which, you know, was nice.
But what was not nice was the Alpha that was currently looking back at you. James Buchanan Barnes, Bucky, Buck, White Panther, Jesus, Bionic Staring Machine- (the last three nicknames, all given to him by the Alpha Sam Wilson himself), scowled at you. His blue eyes even narrowed at you.
You wouldn't call what you and Bucky had a friendship. You two weren't even enemies. Heck, colleagues? Teammates? That was just putting it lightly, the relationship you had with the Alpha. Even when you had been captured and brainwashed into serving Hydra, the two of you had never crossed paths. It had been only after Hydra had fallen, did the two of you actually meet in person. Other than that, nothing. Nada. Nope. No with a capital N.O.
"Come on, let's go." Bucky all but grumbled. Realizing he didn't have the key to get inside, he looked at you. Like you had the key or something.
"James, I don't have the key." Bucky groaned. "Do you have a bobby pin, Omega? Something?" He asked in Russian. You plucked a bobby pin from your hair. A stray piece of hair fell. Putting the flat side in, you managed to unlock the door. You turned to look at him, giving him a toothy grin.
"Learned that from Pit Pocketing for Dummies, 101."
Bucky rolled his eyes at that. You just sniggered as you opened the door, greeted by cool air smacking against your face.
It made you shiver.
Because, unlike Bucky, you did not have any of that good ole supersoldier serum in your veins.
You were a mutant that could control water. Sometimes, you wished that you had the ability to control fire, because then, at least you could be warm in such dire situations such as these.
Taking your shoes off and putting them at the door, you surveyed the place.
It was a small house. Like a cozy little cottage. Probably only had at least two rooms at the max. It certainly gave off that vibe. There was a fireplace in the living room. A fully furnished kitchen, complete with a little wooden table with benches instead of individual chairs near the window.
Your grip on your bag of clothes became tighter as you realized that you needed to take a shower. Your stomach grumbled, alerting Bucky that you were hungry. Your comms had died. The two of you could contact no one until you charged them.
Which meant for at least tonight, or whenever the snowstorm outside stopped, you only had Bucky Barnes for company.
Well. That certainly would be pleasant.
"Go and shower first. I'll make dinner."
***
After your shower, you walked back into the kitchen, your sweet smell that reminded Bucky of deserts that his Ma used to make for him and his younger sisters back in Brooklyn drifted towards his nose. Thanks to the serum, he had already smelled it a mile away.
Cinamon rolls. Apple turnovers. Apple pies. Pumpkin pies. Bucky felt his Alpha rumble at the smell. Even Winter stirred at the familiar scent he loved so much.
When Bucky had gotten the trigger words wiped away from him due to Princess Shuri's genius, the Winter Soldier hadn't gone away from him. Rather, Winter had become a part of Bucky. Winter had been what Bucky became to survive Hydra. Winter was Bucky, only darker. More possessive. The deepest, darkest thing of him that the Wakandan Elders had helped him find again and reconcile with.
It was during times like this, making dinner in the kitchen that reminded him so much of his time back in Wakanda. Taking care of his farm and his pet goats, (that he sadly couldn't bring back with him when coming back to America), that he missed the most. It was domestic, in a way. He could almost feed into the fantasy, the thought that you were his Omega, his Bondmate, and that he was just making dinner for you.
From an outsider's perspective, it might've looked like Bucky didn't like you. That he just tolerated you. Treated you like how he treated everyone else in his life.
But it was the contrary.
He liked you.
He liked you very, very much. Other than Steve, Natalia, and heck, even the winged pigeon- you were one of the only people to truly understand him. You were probably even on the same playing field as Natalia, because you knew what it was like to be controlled by the Russian government. You held him at an arm's length at most, and you never treated him like he was some fragile, broken man. When you treated his wounds, you never fretted like other Omega's. Nor did you dottle. Ask him if he was okay every five seconds. It was disappointing in a way.
Bucky turned his head, just as you hopped yourself onto the counter, away from the conduction stove.
The smell of butter pasta was filling your nose. You watched with rapt attention as Bucky shut off the stove, grabbed the freshly grated cheese, and dumping it in. To hell with calories. Stirring quickly for a few seconds, he stopped. Turning his head to look at you, he gave you a low smirk. His scent of something sandalwood, oceany filling your nose. It made your Omega preen.
"Get some bowls, will ya doll? And forks too." Hopping off of the countertops, he heard a chirping, yet sarcastic reply.
"Yes, Sarge."
He felt his pants tighten at the thought. Hearing you grab all of the stuff, he swallowed.
Not that he would tell you that.
No.
Never.
***
"Oh, you've gotta be fucking with me."
So, as luck would have it. There weren't two bedrooms.
Nope.
There was only one.
Not only that, the entire room was fully furnished. A closet was on the left side of the door, against the wall. There was a window and just a bit to right, in the middle of the room, was a queen-sized bed, all made up with all the fluffiest blankets, comforters, and pillows imaginable.
"And you're sure this is the only room?" Bucky said. "Yeah! It's the only one, James. It's either this or the couch. And I'm not sleeping on the couch. It's too cold. Whoever built this safehouse didn't have any heaters built in either. Fuck, is this how I die? Freezing to death?" Your voice was getting higher with concern.
Bucky just rolled his eyes.
"No, doll. You're not to freeze to death. We're going to share that bed."
You turned your head towards him like he had just grown a second head. "What?" you exclaimed. "No. No, no, no. Noooo. James. Nu-uh. Uh-uh. I'm not going to sleep with you in my tank top and underwear. the least you've seen me in is a pair of short shorts and a tank top."
Bucky inhaled deeply through his nostrils.
Get yourself together Barnes.
Don't throw her over your shoulder.
Don't do that.
"You're a water mutant, doll. You're not a fire mutant. You aren't a supersoldier either. I'm not letting you freeze to death. I'll keep you warm all night. Better yet, don't sleep in your tank top and shorts. Our body heats will do just fine." Bucky snapped at you. You were still trying to collect your thoughts.
And then the realization, the reality of your situation, smacked you right across the face.
Bucky was asking you to sleep naked.
With him.
In the same frigging bed together.
Oh you were going to die. You were going to die and go up to wherever other spirits went to after they died. You weren't really all that religious nor spiritual.
But tonight though?
Yeah. Maybe you believed. Maybe a little.
Just the slightest bit.
"Okay, okay," you grumbled, "I won't wear any clothes. Better yet, I'll even give you a show. That'll even out the odds, James."
***
Warm.
He was just oh so warm.
Your back was flush against his front, feeling skin-on-skin.
You had stopped shivering about an hour ago.
Bucky had scouted the safehouse, to see if there was actually a heater, in case you had missed anything.
Nope.
There were no heaters in the safehouse.
Absolutely none.
Not to mention, all of the blankets weren't as thick. From what Bucky had observed a few hours ago after dinner while you had tackled the task of doing the dishes, was that the safe house had been abandoned for a while. It was either that, or nobody had stocked this place up for a while.
He had chosen the latter.
With his strong arms wrapped around your stomach, he pulled you close. You were asleep. Dead asleep. Bucky felt and saw your body rise up and down as you slept, your breaths all evened out.
It was nice, almost. Outside was quiet. Bucky could hear other than your breathing only the soft wind blowing due to the snowstorm outside.
For a moment, Bucky was lulled into a sense of calm. His mind was clear. His Alpha and Winter were quiet. He didn't have to fret. Or look over his shoulder. Didn't have to second guess himself or his actions anymore.
And then he heard it.
Soft whimpers coming from the sweet-smelling Omega that he was currently holding in his arms. You had begun to squirm, arms thrashing out. Your legs smacked on his knees, trying to desperately claw yourself free from his tightening grip on you.
"... I'll be good... just don't chuck me in the freezer again... please sir... I hate it there... please don't chuck me in the freezer, please..." you were sobbing in your sleep. You started to blubber, continually trying to claw yourself out of Bucky's grip. The metal plates of his Vibrainum arm shifted as his metal fingers tightened around your stomach. Bucky knew not to apply too much pressure on you- you weren't like him, Steve, or Natalia. You didn't have the serum in you.
"Doll? Hey, doll. C'mon, wake up. It's not real." Bucky tried shaking you awake to no avail. You had continued to thrash in his arms.
Sniffling loudly, your Omega was thrashing in her cage, in the confines of your mind. She was whispering, yelling at you to wake up.
"Omega. Wake up."
Bucky didn't mean to use his Tone. But you were being so hysterical, shaking, and crying to the point where it was beginning to worry him. Your sweet scent had begun to twist and turn into something more burnt. Singed. It made his eyes water.
You stopped thrashing in his grip. Your body froze up at his use of his Tone. Your Omega stopped throwing her temper tantrum too. She had paused for a second.
Her Alpha had given her a Command.
So why wouldn't she listen?
Peering from her cage in the confines of your mind, she sighed happily.
Alpha. Alpha cares about us. She whispered in your ear.
Slowly returning to consciousness, you struggled to know where you were for a second.
You had been having a nightmare.
A full-fledged nightmare.
You hadn't had one of those in a while.
"... Where am I?" Your voice was gentle but confused.
You still didn't know if you were still in that godforsaken Hydra facility or not. But you just wanted to make sure.
"Here, doll. You're here with me. We're in Ohio, remember? Sharin' one bed together cause I don't wanna be a bad Alpha and letcha freeze to death." Bucky said.
You couldn't help it. You snuggled into him, hearing a deep rumble coming from his chest. Bucky's Alpha was pleased. Very pleased. Winter was quiet. Which surprised Bucky. The little shit was usually more vocal about his own needs these days.
For a moment, it felt okay. You felt that weird fog lifting. Your brain slowly settling in your current surroundings. Your sweet, filling scent that had twisted and burnt into something smoky and burnt was slowly wearing off.
You were still a little shaken up. You could still hear your screaming echoing in your head. Your voice trembling, and because you didn't know if you were still stuck in the facility, "How long?"
"Not long."
Bucky watched as you lifted your head up, blinking once. And then twice. And then again, just to be sure.
Your body felt like it still wasn't physically here. Your body still felt like it was back in the cryo chamber, stuck in that damn freezer. Bucky watched your chest heave up and down. Taking in deep breaths.
Then you flopped right back into your previous spot, your back facing his front. Bucky pulled you back with his metal arm. You heard the metal plates in his arm readjust and move. You couldn't help it. Your vagina throbbed at the sound. Chewing on your bottom lip, you wiggled a little bit.
A deep rumble had come from Bucky.
The metal-armed Alpha had pushed a little bit of his weight down on you. Making you feel all warm and safe with the sandalwood and salty scent wrapped all around you like a cocoon.
You wiggled up against him again, trying to get comfortable. Your eyes closed.
A deep groan came from Bucky.
Was he asleep?
You stopped moving.
Another groan came from Bucky. His arms were wrapped around you. Not tightly, but still. It was kinda nice in a way. You could feel every muscle on his broad chest against your back.
Maybe Bucky had the right idea to sleep naked after all.
You shifted again. Trying to wiggle out a little out of the embrace.
A deep growl rumbled from Bucky. His grip on you tightened. You squirmed against him again.
Voice gravelly, "Stop moving."
Your eyes flew open.
He was awake.
And you had been-
Letting out a hiss, Bucky pushed his entire weight onto you and grinded his half-hard cock against your ass cheeks. Not even caring about if his entire weight would crush you, because of the serum.
He saw red.
Pure absolute red.
You choked. A needy little whimper filled the room.
Bucky's metal hand traveled down, all the way down to your pussy, his knee pushing your legs apart. You were panting in anticipation, eyes wide as saucers. His metal fingers were shoved deep, all the way to the knuckles. A pitiful whine left your lips. A needy whine too.
When he entered you, a choked sob escaped from your lips. Your hands curled into fists, eyes rolling into the back of your head as the formerly brainwashed assassin let out a growl.
"So sick and tired of you teasin' me," was what the former Winter Soldier growled under his breath, hissing at the way your cunt wrapped around him. Slick was smeared around your inner thighs, and you couldn't help but sob at the feeling of being so full.
Bucky was groaning above you, his hands nearing shaking.
Never had he ever thought he could ever get to do this again.
Because Bucky very much still liked sex. He very much so was a sexual creature. Being inside you gave him flashes of his life before Hydra. It made him remember a much skinner, smaller Steve. A much duller, war-stricken Brooklyn. It made him remember the giggles of Omegas. It made him remember his Ma's cooking growing up. Rebecca's giggles in his ears. Just like the old times.
Not for the first time in his life, he didn't feel trapped.
He felt free.
This was freeing to him.
And when he began to move, position his hips against your back, smacking roughly. Good enough to leave marks in the morning.
Wet, squishing noise echoed noisily every time he bottomed out of you. Every thrust in, filling you, completing you. It sent you gasping and crying out into the pillows. His hands- both metal and flesh, reached under you, to grab ahold of your breasts in a tight grip that only made you sob for more.
"More, more, more, please James, please-"
Something snapped in him.
Broke.
Bucky had never felt this feral before. The last time he felt this feral had been the hours when he first presented.
You whined loudly when he slid out of you, crying out at the empty feeling. Your Omega screeched in alarm.
Why had her Alpha stopped? Why?
Grabbing ahold of your legs, he lifted them up. Before he thrusted back in again, filling you up to the brim. It was deeper than last time, and his cock hit that spongy part. Hit your g-spot so good that you screamed into the pillows.
You were coming. You were coming so fast, that deep coil inside you snapping like a bomb wire being cut that you never got the chance to feel your programs. Your body jolted, spasmed. Your legs lifted off of the bed or at least tried to. Bucky's body weight was still keeping you down. So all you could do was grip the bedsheets when Bucky started to pound into you again, taking all he could.
You couldn't help yourself. You glanced back, just to take a glimpse of him.
James Buchanan Barnes looked downright feral and your pussy clenched around him deeper at the sight. as if she knew.
Every thrust made him go deeper, hitting your cervix every time. It made your second orgasm piggyback off of your first one, sobbing into the pillows. It was only when your second orgasm came, your walls clenching down onto his cock that Bucky's teeth sank into your shoulder, shattering, breaking the skin there. The taste of copper filling his mouth. Bucky let out a grunt as he came. Filling you up with so much of his jizz that he was sure it would drip from you tomorrow morning.
Bucky lifted his mouth from your shoulder.
Pants filled the room as the two of you tried to regain yourselves.
Bucky shifted, moving off of you and lying beside you. His eyes weren't black anymore. They were back to their normal blue. They reminded you of the sea in the morning on a peaceful day.
Your hand came to touch his face. Your hand faltered, trembled though. Because you were nervous.
"It's okay," his voice was deeper, huskier. It made your pussy throb. "You can touch me. It's okay."
Your hands came to touch, cup his jaw. You leaned in, pressing your lips against his. His lips were soft. Your lips moved together, his tongue slipping into your mouth. The kiss became deeper. You hadn't expected it to become deeper. You had been just going for an innocent kiss.
You swore.
Like- you really did.
You didn't expect to be fully making out with James Buchanan Barnes.
But it wasn't like you were complaining though.
Because you weren't.
Bucky was the first one to pull away. He could see how red, bruised your lips looked. He didn't recoil from your gentle touch on his face. He welcomed it. He truly did. Hands holding your hips, he looked at you.
His lips traveled down to your mating gland. He touched over it with his tongue, giving it a broad lick. His teeth sank in, piercing the skin.
Your ears popped. You cried out. His grip on your hips didn't falter.
"Yes, yes, yes," you gasped. Bucky lifted his mouth up from your gland, before sinking his teeth back in and biting again. Making his mark all that deeper.
It was only when he lifted his mouth from your gland, wiped your blood off of him with the blanket did you come at him, sinking your teeth into his gland. It made him grunt, even groan. His flesh hand came to your head, pushing your head down, making you sink your teeth even deeper into his gland.
"Yesss," hissed Bucky, his flesh hand sinking into your hair, gripping it. "Deeper, doll. Go deeper."
Winter and his Alpha completely agreed.
Theirs.
You were theirs.
After what seemed an eternity, you lifted your head up. Wiping your mouth on the blanket, you spoke.
"I missed you. What did you do to get us paired on this mission? I thought I was going with Sam," you said to your Alpha. A smirk stretched over Bucky's lips. "Ah," your Alpha said, still smirking, "I might've put something in his drink to make him vomit his guts out. He got sick."
A noise came from you.
"You gave him food poisoning? James!" You scolded him. Bucky leaned back against the headboard. "Don't worry doll, it'll wear off when we come back to the Compound. Bird Brain won't even know what hit him."
You shook your head in disbelief.
"You're unbelievable, Sasha. Did you teach Natalia that trick, too? Hmm? She and all of your Widow students?"
Bucky was still grinning ear to ear at you when he responded back.
"Well little bird, someone had to teach them. After all, I was their teacher. They all called me Yasha. Speaking of my Widow students..." he trailed off in Russian. You looked at him.
"You've contacted one of the KBG? About that leaked Russian tape with the orange man that is, unfortunately, our President?" He asked you. You nodded. "Yeah, Sasha. Everything's going as planned. Although, I think assassinating the orange man would've been a much better option. We would've gone in there and made it a done deal by now! Fuckin' Steve and his righteous self." You grumbled unhappily.
"Hmm. It would've been great as a date night. Don't you think, doll?" Bucky drawled. You gave a serious nod.
"Although... seeing him freak out on Twitter is much, much better. The tea is better when it's hot." You grinned. Bucky just let out a sigh.
"I'm restricting your phone privileges. And your TV privileges. You need to stop watching those drama channels, Mega."
A noise of deep discomfort came from you.
"Sasha!" you whined, "then what will I do while you're gone on missions?"
"Wait for me to come back?" Bucky suggested. You just sighed. Even shook your head in fondest. You happily snuggled up to your Alpha, your nose rubbing up against your Mate's gland. "I always wait for you to come back, Sasha. I wait and I worry. I love you, James."
A deep rumble came from your Mate.
"I love you too, Little Omega."
Your head peeked up.
"So, can we tell the rest of the team when I leak the tape?" You asked, your eyes glimmering with mischief.
Bucky burst out laughing.
"Yes, yes, yes. We can tell them once you've wreaked havoc, Omega."
"Good." You were nodding seriously, in complete agreement. "It'll be fun. And... also, I forgot to tell you."
The joyful expression on Bucky's face was suddenly replaced with one of worry.
"What? What is it?" He asked gently. "When you were gone for your last mission two months ago... I... I came off of my suppressants. I'm ready, James. I want a family with you."
Shock flickered over Bucky's face. And then he was shoving you back into the bed with a shriek coming from you.
"When's your pre-heat?" He demanded.
You felt it. A cramp. It made you whimper.
"N-Now, James. Now," you stammered. Your Alpha pulled your legs apart roughly before he thrusted back into you, making you gasp.
"Say it," he hissed. "Say you want it. Say you want my knot. Say you want my pups."
"I want it, James." Your voice was a low whisper, even staggering a little bit. "I want your knot. I want your pups. Please. Please, Sasha."
His hands, both metal, and flesh gripped your shoulder tight as that vein of his neck nearly popped. His eyes were black with want. Soon, his Rut would be upon him and he'd breed you. Put his pup in you. You'd carry his pup. He'd have the pack that Winter and his Alpha desperately wanted after all these years.
A whine came from you when he pulled out, only to let out a scream when he thrusted back in. Hitting that part of you that made your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your mouth fell open, but no words came out.
His pace was brutal, not even letting you hold onto him. Your hands were left to grip the bedsheets again. You gripped them so tight that your knuckles turned white and you thought that they were going to pop.
Bucky continued to push, continued to shove his ejaculate deeper and deeper inside of you. A mixture of your slick and his ejaculate smeared all over your thighs and trickled down your legs, and you just didn't know what was happening. Your hindbrain was telling you that this was what was needed. That your designation wanted, nay, demanded this. After all the shit you had gone through, your Omega had found her Alpha and now, now she was determined to have a family. Have the pack she desperately desired.
"Mine."
A harsh thrust made you sob.
"You're mine now. I waited for you for so long. Wanted you for so long. You're mine now. Got my Mark. Got my clothes in your nest. Gonna give you my name. Gonna give you my pups. You're mine. All mine. Say you're mine. Say it!"
You came screaming. Your orgasm making you see white. Bucky continued slamming into you, the wet, squishing noises coming from your pussy becoming louder and louder the more he pushed in. Your teeth sank into his flesh shoulder, shattering and piercing the skin there. You tasted copper in your mouth.
Bucky came with a shout. He shoved you back completely, making you shriek. And then he was leaning in again, sinking his teeth into your gland. Making another deep mark. It made you fall limp into the bed as his knot swelled, locking the two of you in place.
He lifted his head.
Being inside you... knotted inside of you... it was bliss. It was just as good as cockwarming. His cock all nestled deep inside of you whenever you two would sneak off to sleep together.
"Bite me again. Give me your mark, Omega." he panted. Slowly, your head went up, you slowly sat up, before taking in a deep breath and sinking your teeth back into his gland.
Home.
You had brought Bucky home. He held you tight, whispering in your ear how much he loved you and how much of a good Omega you were.
"I love you Omega." His voice was rough.
Lifting your head from his gland. Blood still trickling down the corners of your mouth. You offered him a smile. A genuine one. One that made his stomach all fluttery.
"I love you too, Alpha."
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doubleleoenergy · 3 years ago
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Cool for the Summer
Even if they judge, fuck it, I'll do the time. I just wanna have some fun with you.
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Pairing: parentsbestfriend!Steve Rogers x fem!reader x parentsbestfriend!Natasha Romanoff
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, use of pet names (princess), mommy kink, daddy kink, mentions of alcohol, y/n is 18, slight size kink, threesome.
Words: 2700 (I’m so sorry, I got carried away)
Summary: One pair of drunken kisses turned to much more. Now at the biggest pool party, y/n is ready for a hot girl summer.
Notes: This is my submission for @agentofbarnes​‘s The Agency’s Writing Challenge. I chose to write for dadsbestfriends/momsbestfriend au, secret relationship, and Steve Rogers + Natasha Romanoff. This is the type of sandwich I’d love to be between. I apologize for being such a whore with this.
“Y/N, can you please grab the two bags of ice from the ice chest in the garage? We need to fill up the other coolers before we add the drinks.”
“Yes mom!” Y/N cried out to her mother, tossing a large flamingo floatie into their pool before heading towards the garage. It was their annual Summer pool party, the biggest party of the season for y/n’s parents. Her parents invited all their friends and family, including everyone at S.H.I.E.L.D.
Y/N’s mother and father were both agents with S.H.I.E.L.D. and had been working with the Avengers team closely for years. She remembered visiting the tower when she was nine, a picture of her visit still hanging proudly in her bedroom. It had been years since she personally went to visit, but many of the team members visited her parents often. 
That included her super-secret lovers Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff. 
It happened by complete chance last July. Her parents were on a mission for three weeks, leaving y/n alone to take care of their two dogs and to watch over the house. Of course, her parents were nervous to leave their eighteen-year-old daughter home alone for that long, asking many of their colleagues to stop in occasionally to check in on her. The Friday of their second week gone, y/n had gotten wine drunk, having snuck a bottle of her parents' expensive chardonnay from their wine cellar.
She was halfway through the bottle when they came, Steve and Natasha. They found her dancing to some pop song in the living room, her right hand holding up the bottle of wine to her lips. Steve and Natasha had grabbed the bottle from her hand, but not before she kissed them both; Steve first for a rough kiss and Nat last for a soft one.
Y/N didn’t remember anything the next day, but Steve and Nat showed up again to remind her. About 30 minutes after they had explained what happened the night before Y/N ended up with Nat’s head between her thighs and Steve’s cock in her mouth.
They had spent the next week before her parents came home together. Then afterwards, Steve and Nat told y/n that they had to keep what they had a secret, that no one would understand. They had all hung out a few times before y/n went off to college and then a few times during her college years when she was home on break.
The last time y/n saw Nat and Steve was during her Spring Break, two months ago, and she couldn’t wait to see them at the party. She had worn her skimpiest pink striped bikini for the occasion, ready to show off her hot-girl-summer body.
Y/N lifted one bag of ice on each shoulder, carrying it into the backyard and starting to fill the coolers while her father packed them with an assortment of beer, seltzers, soda, and water. “Honey, are you excited to see everyone now that you’re back from summer break?” Her father asked, wiping a few beads of sweat off his brow.
“Yeah, some more than others.” She muttered, shrugging her shoulders. After fixing up the coolers with her father, y/n helped her parents set out the snacks, decorate the backyard, and bring out the large speakers to play music.
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It was already one o’clock when guests started to arrive, parking along their circle drive as well as up and down their street. Y/N was instructed by her father to wait by the back gate and greet the guests as they came in, giving each guest a cheap lei that her mom had ordered from Party City. 
Guest after guest, dozens of lei’s later, she spotted them. Nat and Steve drove together, of course, and they looked as striking as always. Nat was dressed in a blood red string bikini top, her cutoff shorts hanging off her hips as she walked. Steve looked incredibly toned in a white t-shirt that clung to his muscles, a pair of red board shorts hugging his thighs to match Nat’s bikini top.
Y/N’s eyes met both their gazes, her figure standing up straighter to accentuate her breasts. Nat and Steve’s eyes trailed up and down her body, Steve’s cock stirring in his shorts.
“Aloha Captain Rogers and Agent Romanoff.” She purred; her voice sickly sweet like candy.
“It’s nice to see you again, y/n.” Steve mentioned casually, a large grin spreading across his features. The pair bent forward to receive their lei’s, y/n’s fingers trailing a little longer on each of their neck’s, her nails sending shivers down their spines.
“There’s plenty of drinks and food, and the pool is perfectly chilled. I might take a dip myself.” Y/N gave them a seductive wink before gesturing them in the gate so that she could continue to greet the guests.
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Two hours in and the pool party was raging. Y/N’s parents mingled about with the guests, hopping from group to group. As the party continued, Steve and Nat’s eyes followed y/n as she spoke with guests, handed out drinks, and refilled the snacks on the picnic table. They watched the way her ass bounced in her bikini bottoms, how her hips swayed to the music as she danced with a group of friends, and the way her body looked soaking wet as she stepped out of the pool.
She knew what she was doing, trying to rile them up so they’d crack during the party. There were so many guests, what were the chances of anyone even noticing them if they went missing for a while? Y/N needed Steve and Natasha, bad, and she was willing to do whatever it took to get them.
Her body was still dripping wet from the pool, her hair caressing her face. She sauntered across the backyard to one of the coolers, digging her nimble fingers under the ice until she found what she was looking for. Pulling off the wrapper she revealed a red, white, and blue bomb pop, how fitting. Y/N met Steve’s gaze, sashaying her hips back and forth as she stalked towards them.
“Hi Captain, enjoying the view?” She questioned, tilting her head to look up at him. He had about a foot or more on her, making her crane her neck to meet his ocean blue eyes.
“I know I have. What about you, Nat?” He tilted his head to the left, eyes landing on Natasha.
“Definitely. What’cha got there, pretty girl?”
“Just a bomb pop. It’s so hot out, I needed to cool off.” Her lips finally meet the popsicle, engulfing the tip and swirling her tongue around it, a devilish look flashing in her eyes. Natasha clenches her thighs together, thinking of how good it would feel to have the woman’s lips between them.
Y/N teases the popsicle against her lips, pushing it deeper until she gags lightly, her gaze locked with Steve’s own as she does. The same noise she usually made around his cock, he almost pushed her to her knees right then and there. She pulled the popsicle out of her mouth, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip.
“You sure you don’t want some?” That was the last straw for Natasha, pulling the stick out of y/n’s hands before tossing the popsicle into the grass beside them. Natasha leans in close, her breath tickling y/n’s ear.
“Go to your room and wait on the bed. Now.” She commanded, pulling away from y/n and changing her expression as to not draw any attention to the throuple. Y/N nodded her head, her own expression flashing with excitement as she moved across the lawn and headed inside her home.
Her bedroom was up on the second floor, away from all the chaos downstairs. Only a few of the guests lingered inside, walking in and out of the first-floor bathroom, some leaning against the kitchen counter in conversation.
Y/N slipped silently up the steps, tiptoeing to her bedroom and shutting the door behind her. Her heart was beating loudly in her chest, stealing a quick glance at herself in the mirror. Her hair was slightly wild from her dip in the pool, her body glistening with a mix of sweat and pool water. Y/N walked over to the bed, her head resting against a pillow, her legs bent and open, waiting for her lovers to arrive.
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Steve and Natasha made their way into the house ten minutes later, conversing politely with the few guests who still lingered inside, waiting until they walked out towards the rest of the attendees before making their way up the wooden staircase. Steve is the first to make it to the door, opening it and smiling at the sight of y/n splayed out before them.
“My my, princess. You sure know how to rile us both up. Couldn’t even behave until the end of the party you’re that desperate?” Steve tosses his shirt to the floor after Nat shuts and locks the door behind them, the redhead following suit as she started to undress as well.
“She just loves to tease, but she’ll pay for it now.” Nat stalked over to the bed, getting on her knees beside the edge and gesturing y/n with her fingers to join her. Steve stepped out of his board shorts last, his thick cock bouncing against his chest as he moved over to where Natasha was kneeling beside the bed, y/n getting on her knees beside her, still dressed in her bikini.
“Nat, baby, how about you help our princess undress while she keeps her mouth busy on my cock.” He commanded, stroking his length in his right hand. Natasha nodded her head, moving behind y/n and pulling at the string of her bikini top, letting it unravel and slide forward off her chest. 
Steve stepped forward, his cock slapping gently against y/n’s cheek. “Go on princess.” Y/N swallows thickly, the size of his cock always surprising her, no matter how many times she saw it. Her hand reached up to stroke his length, her tongue swirling around the tip, eliciting a groan from Steve’s lips.
Natasha busied herself by reaching over y/n’s back to knead and pinch at her perky breasts, y/n’s eyes fluttering shut as she took Steve’s cock into her mouth, her hand moving down to fondle with his balls. She bobbed her head back and forth, grinding her still clothed core against her carpet.
“Aw Steve look, our princess is getting needy.” Nat took a fistful of y/n’s hair into her hand, ripping her off Steve’s cock and tilting her back to make eye contact with her. “You know what to do, a pretty princess like you has to ask for what she wants.”
Y/N whined, bucking her hips up to draw attention to her bikini bottoms. “Please mommy, please touch my pussy.”
Nat hummed in response, releasing her hand from y/n’s hair, pushing her in the direction towards Steve’s cock once again. Y/N wastes no time, opening her mouth and looking up at Steve, her long eyelashes batting coyly. “Daddy, will you fuck my mouth while mommy plays with my pussy?” She asked sweetly.
Steve almost came immediately from her statement, his thumb sweeping lovingly across her lips before his hand moved to grip at her hair, looping it around his hand to lock her in place before sliding her mouth forward and back onto his cock.
Steve started to fuck her face slowly while Natasha moved her hand down to undo the strings of y/n’s bottoms, pulling them out from underneath her before she tossed them across the room. Her hands caress y/n’s hips as Steve moves in and out of her mouth, faster this time. Y/N’s saliva dripped from her mouth and onto the carpet as Natasha snaked her hand down to y/n’s folds, her fingers immediately covered in her slick.
Nat dipped one of her perfectly manicured fingers into her heat, y/n humming around Steve’s cock in response. She continued to work her finger in and out before adding another finger, Natasha’s lips trailing wet kisses down her neck.
“So wet, princess. You want your daddy to fuck your tight cunt?” Nat purred, adding a third finger into her soaking hole. Y/N couldn’t answer, her mouth stuffed full of Steve’s cock, her nose touching his pelvic bone. He held her down, y/n sputtering as tears welled in her eyes, watching her face turn red before he pulled her off abruptly, her body collapsing back against Natasha’s.
Y/N gasped for air, her saliva dripping from her mouth down her chin and bare breasts. Natasha’s fingers sped up inside y/n, her orgasm building fast. “Mommy, may I cum please?” She mewled, looking up at her with pleading eyes.
“Yes princess, cum now. Daddy’s waiting to fuck you.” Her orgasm ripped through her, her walls tightening around Natasha’s fingers as she fucked her through the pleasure. Slowly, her breathing slowed down again, and Natasha removed her fingers from her core. Nat opened her pouty lips, licking y/n’s slick off her fingers happily. “You taste so good, our pretty girl. Now I want you to get on the bed on all fours for daddy.”
Y/N followed the instructions, crawling up onto the bed and getting on her hands and knees, arching her back and sticking up her plump ass. Steve’s hand was soft against her ass cheek, fondling it in his hand as he rubbed his cock against her folds with his other hand. He braced one hand against her back, sliding his cock in slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight cunt swallowing him.
“Always so tight, princess. The prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen. Isn’t that right, mommy?” Steve moved his cock slowly back out of her pussy before slamming in fast, causing y/n to fall forward as she cried out in pleasure.
“It is the prettiest.” Nat agreed, moving onto the bed until her thighs opened, her pussy on full display. She scooted her body until her thighs were on either side of y/n’s head, gripping her chin and pulling her head up to look at her. “Put that pretty mouth to use and make mommy cum.” She instructed, y/n’s tongue sticking out to lick a strip up to Natasha’s clit.
Natasha rested her weight on her elbows, watching y/n swirl her tongue around her clit, moaning at the sight. Steve continued to fuck into y/n, pushing her face deeper into Natasha’s pussy. His cock rocked fast into her, y/n humming with her face against Nat’s cunt.
“That’s it, princess. Let daddy fuck you into mommy’s pussy. You keep that up and you’re going to make me cum on your pretty tongue.” Natasha’s eyes met Steve. “You look so good daddy, so hot when you’re fucking our princess.”
Steve’s breathing was ragged, his hips slapping rapidly against y/n. “Cum on her tongue, mommy. Give our princess your sweet nectar.” Natasha bucked her pussy against her face, hitting her orgasm as y/n licked up all of Nat’s juices that flowed from her. Y/N continued to lap at Natasha, working her through her orgasm as she came on Steve’s cock, her walls clenching around him.
“Fuck, that’s it princess, make a mess on daddy’s cock. Gonna fill this pussy up princess, you deserve it for how happy you made mommy.” Steve thrust twice more before his hips stilled against her ass, groaning as he coated her walls with his cum. He stayed glued to her, pressing soft kisses to her spine as he relaxed his body, finally pulling out of her. His cock was wet with y/n’s cum, her pussy dripping their mixed cum onto the sheets.
“Did so good princess, let’s let mommy clean this up.” On cue, Natasha moved to take Steve’s place behind her, licking at her cunt to indulge in their mixed juices. Y/N’s body relaxed into the bed, letting Natasha clean her up.
Eventually, Natasha finished licking, pulling off to collapse next to y/n, her body spent as well from their escapades. Steve moved beside y/n, laying his head back against the pillow. 
“My beautiful girls, I love you both so much. Best pool party I’ve ever attended.”
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dreams-in-blxck · 3 years ago
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insufferable | agency’s writing challenge
First of all:
Congratulations Zee!
@agentofbarnes​ you truly deserve everything good that you get and more 🦋
Summary: Bucky Barnes is the definition of six words: a hot pain in the ass. Frenemies to fuck buddies.
Pairing: beefy!fuckboy! Bucky x plus-size! frenemie! female reader.
WC: 2.6K
CW: smut, breaking stereotypes, self love, annoyed reader lol, some strangers body-shamming, sex positivity, sex talks, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (wrap the tool, you fools), sexual relations, vaginal sex, oral sex (fem receiving, male mentions), annoying Bucky, dom/sub dynamic, little bitch of switch, some choking, pet names (way too many), kinda sarge kink (?), metal arm kink, let me know if I missed anything.
+18, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 
Badly written, bad grammar, basic vocabulary, english is not my first language.
doja cat was on replay the whole time I wrote this lol 
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Existing in a world being plus-size was hard and exhausting. Pictures of “perfect bodies” laying all around the city, companies selling diets, pills and stupid inventions to create the concept of the perfect woman. Pure bullshit. You had taken a while to understand and realize that all those stereotypes were for the pleasure of men and their unrealistic ideals. Now as young adult, you were killing it. Not giving a fuck about the looks, the whispers and the commentaries about your perfect body. They can suck it.
“They’re staring” Jen said, looking in the mirror at the group of people in the store clearly talking about you. 
“Let them” you said, watching yourself in the reflection, loving how the dress looked in you. You turned to look at her, “They should actually pay for even looking at my direction” you said reassuring her, “let me change and we can go”. You changed and payed for the dress. 
“Are you ready? For tonight though…” Jen asked when you arrived at your apartment. You actually were, everything in your to-do was done. 
“Yes, I’m so ready actually, can’t wait to meet the rest of Steve’s friends”. You mentioned her before dragging a bottle of water down your throat, Steve had become weirdly one of your best friends.
It was a funny story actually, you used to work in the Smithsonian, in the graphic department. So I while ago, you had to make a renovation for the Captain America exhibition, which meant you had to get to know Captain America himself, you literally had to know the exact color of his eyes for the posters in the museum. You used to spent a lot of time in the museum and after hours. You really liked him, and he liked you too. He let himself talk about everything in his mind, looking forward you had to say, advice, life, or whatever like. He told you about how he really liked Natasha, aka Black Widow goddess herself. And opened up about him and her, asking for advice on how people dated now days and how could he tell her about his feeling. Which of course you gladly help him, now, after a few years, they were engaged. That was the reason of tonight’s party, the engagement.
“Hope everything goes great, and you get some dick!” Jen shouted while closing the door of your apartment. You just laughed. 
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“Hello my dear” Tony said wrapping you in a hug, “you look stunning, a pleasure to meet you” he said letting you go. 
“Thank you! You’re not so bad yourself,” you gave him a wink “It’s actually an honor to meet you Mr. Stark” you said. He told you how Steve had talk about you to all the people in the tower and how grateful he was that the blue white and red popsicle found a friend. 
“Look at you, aren’t you my living fantasy?” Bucky said licking his lips at your figure, not even looking at your eyes first. You rolled your eyes.
You didn’t have the greatest relationship with him, yeah he has handsome and that, but he was the biggest pain in the ass. He was the classic fuckboy, a wanna be prince charm, but come on, prince charm your ass. You knew how he talked about women like if they were just a trophy, one more for his collection, what an idiot. But you had to deal with him, since he was your best friend’s best friend. Being honest, not everything was bad about him, he was your partner in crime anytime you went out, you danced, laughed and drank with him. You saw his true self anytime he got tipsy, which was rare, since he only got that way with four bottles of tequila in his system, you actually appreciate him. 
“Fuck off” you said before greeting Steve, who was sitting next to Bucky. 
“Hi Y/N, you look amazing, I really appreciate you could make it tonight”. 
“Anything for my spangled man and my sugar mommy Nat” you said leaning your head in his shoulder. Looking at Natasha greeting more guests. 
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The night was splendid, you got to meet a lot of new people, flirt a little, well, a lot. Specially with that stupid blue eyed super soldier. It was something the both of you have grown used to. Every time you drank two things happened: one, you got really, really friendly. And second, you got horny. Which separated seemed normal to everyone but together, it was chaotic.
Almost everyone was gone, only the avengers gang and some other agents that were close to them. You had moved the party to the rooms floor, hanging in a common room that worked like a living room. Your feet started to hurt a little due the heels you were wearing. So you decided to sit on the floor, since most space on the couch was occupied. You didn’t notice who was sat behind you, but in reality you didn’t care, you just wanted to rest. So you did, ass on the floor, back resting in the sofa, between someone’s legs. 
“I new one day you’ll be in this position” you turned your head back, searching for the voice. Of course you had to sit between Bucky’s legs. The pair of agents that were next to you left, you didn’t even noticed them.
“Don’t get used to it, not gonna happen old creep” you said resting your elbow on his tight. 
“You seem comfortable, y’sure don’wanna take this to my bed doll?” He said playing with your hair. 
“Nop” you replied. Closing your eyes at the touch. You were enjoying, perhaps too much. His touch was so cozy you didn’t realize you had left little moans escape your mouth, which nobody seamed to notice except him.
He wasn’t going to lie, you reminded him of those beautiful pin-up women, all doll up, curves, and bodies for days, skin to touch and caress. His cock twitched in his pants at the thought of you in this position but somewhere else. He readjusted himself in the sofa. Making sure to hide his growing erection in his pants from the remaining guests.
He stopped his movements on your head and realized you were falling asleep. 
“Hey, Y/N” you only nodded your head, “doll, let me take you to my room, you can take a quick power nap and come back” you only opened one eye and looked at him. 
“You really think I’m that stupid?” You said taking your gaze somewhere else, “I have literally seen you make that move with probably twenty women, come on, be more original, Robocop” you chuckled. “If you try nice and hard I may fulfill your fantasy” you licked your lips. 
“Don’t say that if you’re not gonna do it, doll” he said readjusting again in the couch. Caressing the side of your face with his prostethic hand. Making you stop looking at his eyes and start watching his awful intent of hiding his erection. 
“You know,” you said lifting up, to sit on you knees, now directly sited between his legs, crotch on your face, elbows in his thighs. “I’ve been thinking, you always talk about how good you please a woman, but I think you are all talk no deliver” you said lifting yourself to your feet, grabbing one side of his neck and kissing the other.
You really need to stop drinking in front of him, you were now dripping into your panties by literally nothing. You were ready to go, taking a step back, you weren’t able to. Bucky grabbed you by your hand in his neck and dragged you towards his room. “I didn’t know you could be such a brat”. He said walking down the corridor with you practically jogging behind him. Making it to his room, you stood around, feeling the tension in the air. “Then, prove me wrong, Sarge”. That was it for him. He grabbed you by the back of your head. Connecting his lips with yours. 
The kiss was all tongue and teeth, desperate. Bucky’s fantasies about you were finally coming true. His metal hand gripping hard the back of your neck, while his other hand was traveling along your back clearly making a path to your ass. Your hands were also moving from his chest down to his dick, palming him through his jeans.
“Fuck baby, just like that,” he said taking a breath before returning to your lips. His feet moved you so the both were in his bed, he guided you to sit on his lap, you hesitated for a second, before you remembered he was a literal super soldier. “Come here, let me show you how much talk and no action I am” he said before pulling you up and laying you on your back in his bed. 
“Fuck” you moaned at the feeling of his lips leaving a wet trail in your neck. He positioned himself between your legs, your hands in his hair and back, grinding your hips to create some friction. “Bucky, please” he smirked. “What was that doll?” That fucking asshole, “stop teasing, fu-“ you couldn’t finish. The sound of clothing ripping distracted you. “I just bought that!” You said supporting yourself on your elbows, he ignored you. Bucky was busy loosing his mind at the sight of your breasts.
“Fuck doll. You’re even better that I imagined��� now you smirked. You loved having that effect on him. “Think of me often, pretty boy?” His eyes left your chest to make eye contact. “Say it again” he said choking you. You moaned. “Fuck me, pretty boy”.
“I’m plannin’ on it” he smiled, he pushed you to the pillows by your neck. His mouth made contact with your right nipple. His hands discarding the remains of your dress, along with your panties. “Would you look at that” his hand parted your folds, finding you dripping to his sheets. “You’re so wet doll. All pretty and ready for me huh?”.
“Oh god-Bucky. Yes, only for you,” you said bringing your hands to the pillow below you. You were completely exposed and ready for him, “I’ve dream of you moaning my name while you cum on my face” he was playing with your folds, “keep making those pretty noises for me”.
He removed his hand, taking his shirt off in the process, you moaned at the sight of his chest and that goddam metal arm. He grabbed your legs by your tights and pushed them towards your chest, “keep’em there” he said right after giving a slap to both of them.
“Yes,” Bucky crawled back to face your wet pussy, your juices dripping, his new favorite view. His mouth made contact, finally. You let out the most sinful moan ever. He didn’t stop. He kept going and going, playing with your clit, kissing, slapping, spitting and licking like it was his last meal. You didn’t know who was enjoying it more, Bucky or you.
His metal hand traveled to your opening, toying with you, he touched every part of your sex except where you actually needed him. “Please, Sarge. Fuck me with your fingers. Please” he didn’t even responded, he attacked your entrance with three fingers at once. “Oh my god! Ye-s, Bucky”. You rolled your eyes and pushed your head back, now that was actually his favorite view. “Fuck doll, I could live here. You’re. The. Fucking. Sweetest. Ever” he said between licks. You couldn’t help yourself from grinding in his face, your could feel this fingers hitting that spot that made you quiver. “I’m so close” you warned him, thinking he was going to step back, but he didn’t. He curled his fingers giving attention to your sweet spot, making sure to hit it every time his fingers entered you.
“I can feel you doll. Cum for me” he said getting back to his actions. 
“Buck, I-“ he sucked your clit and pumped his fingers faster, making you cum.
“Not so bratty now, are we doll?” he backed up, beard covered in your cum. Fuck, that was a sight.
“Idiot” you smiled. You grabbed him by his neck, connecting your lips with his, tasting you in the process, you moaned at the taste.
“Can I ask you for something doll?” He said breaking the kiss, you nodded, “please ride my, I want you to crush me doll” you literally whimpered. No one has every actually asked you to ride them. You just nodded, speechless.
Bucky lifted himself to get rid of his clothes. You moaned at the view. He was something else. His dick up and proud, wet and angry tip.
“You like it doll?” You nodded, “you can have it down your throat later” he smirked.  “Come’ere” he said grabbing your hips at flipping you. He had his back in the head board. You readjusted your position. Lifting your hips, you let him position the tip of his cock in your entrance. You were even wetter now. Bucky felt it, he felt your juices ruining down his cock. “That’s it, take it all” he was impatience. He needed you, so he did what he had to do. He trusted his hips. Entering you in one swift motion. You both moaned at the feeling. You had never been so full.
“You’re so big, sarge” he kissed you again. Your hips started to rock, moaning at the feeling you broke the kiss only to hug Bucky to be able to feel him closer. His hands did the same, he never wanted to leave his place between your legs. He meant what he said, he would die happy being crushed by you. 
“I’m close doll. Fuck-keep doing that” Bucky said, meeting your hips with his thrusts. His hands left your back, one of them traveled to your clit and started playing with it. Earning a few moans to leave your mouth. His mouth attacked your nipples.
“Fuck, I wanna live here doll”. You were about to cum, te feeling of his mouth, his hands and his dick was overwhelming, “So deep inside you, fuck”.
“I-I’m gonna cum” you moaned. Bucky grabbed you by your hips and guiding you on his cock. 
“Me too, come for me baby” he moaned it your ear, liking, biting and kissing the skin there. You were so close. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, sarge please”.
“This old creep’s gonna make you cum huh. Thought this will never happen” he smirked. That fucking asshole. 
“Shut up” you said. Before bringing one of your hands to his mouth to shut him up. Your other hand in his chest to balance your body. “Oh my god, fuck-“ you rolled your eyes while you felt the knot in your stomach unfold. Legs quivering, Bucky still thrusting hard and deep. He smacked your ass and grabbed you by your hips, flipping you so you were laying on your back. His hips going faster and hard, making your climax longer and stronger.
“You’re squeezing me so hard. Fuck-‘mgonna cum baby,” and he did, hard. Painting your walls with his seed, you felt full, and by that you came a third time. He grabbed your face and kissed you, thanking you with it. He thrusted a few more times, making the mix of your cums to come out of you. You knew he was looking, so with one hand you parted tour folds and show him how full you were, inserting two of your fingers, scooping the mixture you brought to your eye sight, ready to lick it from your fingers, but Bucky was faster. He licked your fingers clean, tasting you and him. You moaned at that sinful scene. 
“Not hating me now, huh?” He said after letting your fingers go. 
“You’re insufferable”. 
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chxrrysangel · 3 years ago
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Let Me Teach You (Pt. II)
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Pt I | Pt III
Summary || You’re annoying, arrogant ass of a roommate Steve Rogers has you wound tight, aching to hit him where it hurts. But one day, he has you worked up for a different reason all together. And you have no idea how to handle it. But your roommate might.
Warnings || 18+ MINORS DNI voyeurism(con and dubcon) masturbation, innocence kink, degrading kink, praise kink, mutual pining(largely oblivious), enemies/rivals to friends with benefits, mirror kink(?)
Words || 2,478 words
Notes || @agentofbarnes congrats on 7K followers Zee!
It was hotter than Satan’s balls outside and the central air oh so fortunately decided to stop working. It wouldn’t be back on until tomorrow at the least, according to the building manager. Steve had gone out for the day, choosing errands over sweating his skin off in the apartment with you. Not that you minded though, the man was a menace.
You had picked out the tiniest pieces of clothing you owned, barely there shorts and a small cropped tank. This was the only way you knew how to stay cool, and Steve being gone gave you the perfect opportunity to wear as little as you pleased. You opened up all the windows, feeling a very light summer breeze come through.
The sun shone beautifully on your brown skin, giving you a nice golden glow. I look kind of hot. It crossed your mind to take a couple pictures, not wanting to miss out on this moment. After mulling it over for a few seconds, you grabbed your phone and took a couple snapshots. They weren’t for anyone in particular, taking them just for the sake of doing so.
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The day passed by quite boringly without Steve’s annoying ass, you will admit. Every time you left your room, you were reminded of his absence. It was strange to think you kind of missed him. You’d never tell him such things, knowing he would never let you forget it.
Sometime around mid afternoon you decided to get something to eat. You switched on the speaker in the house, turning on your music to fill the silence. You liked the quiet, but not necessarily the emptiness you were feeling being at home by yourself. You danced as you looked around the kitchen, feeling the heavy bass guitar in your bones. Steve would never let you do this if he were home, making the moment that much more special.
Speaking of a certain blond, your turned back and the loud music made your sight and ears oblivious to his return. He began his journey towards the bedrooms, stopping abruptly upon seeing you. He was breathless, unbeknownst to you. All important things forgotten, he stared at you shamelessly in your little outfit.
You went to change the song, stopping in your tracks when you met blue eyes. You jumped in surprise, not expecting to see him so soon.
“Steve! Oh shit, your home early. Um wow.” You now felt awkward under his watchful gaze. You thought he might be judging your look, but it was truly the complete opposite. He was staring with need.
“Well uh… I’m gonna go change. Bye.” You avoided eye contact as you grabbed your phone, exiting the kitchen as quickly as possible. You felt awkward and weird, not knowing how to handle his stares. No one has every really looked at you like that, to your knowledge at least. It confused the hell out of you.
On top of the everything, it was Steve Rogers we’re talking about : the most physically fit and sexually desired man on the planet. Women left and right would be willing to die just to fuck him. You were a small fry in comparison to all the girls he brought home.
Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, thoughts consumed by how he must’ve felt walking into the kitchen. Were they good or bad thoughts? It killed you inside not to know. You paced back and forth for several minutes, deciding what should be done. I should talk to him. Yeah, that’s a good idea. You grabbed a large t-shirt from your dresser, throwing it over your body. Much better.
“Hey Ste—”
You stopped in your tracks at Steve’s barely open door, the air leaving your lungs. There he was, laying on his bed in the most compromising position. Back against the bed frame, eyes closed in pure bliss, and a hand wrapped around his cock. I should go. You should, you knew that. But the way Steve moaned and whimpered kept your feet planted to the ground.
His muscles contracted with every stroke, sweat glistening on his torso from the summer heat. All that could be heard were the slick sounds of his precum spreading across his shaft and the way he whimpered when he touched a particularly sensitive spot. Curses fell from his beautifully pink lips every now and then, the desperation to cum apparent. Your thighs squeezed together, you pussy throbbing as you watched him. You knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t look away.
You were so enraptured with the way his giant hands almost swallowed his shaft completely, rubbing up and down at a mesmerizing pace. So much so, that you didn’t notice when he looked up for a second and saw you standing there. Seeing you watch him made his moans louder, urging him to cum. His hips bucked into his hand, rhythm becoming sloppier as he neared orgasm. Soon enough, thick white ropes of cum shot out from his pink tip, covering his stomach. Steve continued stroking, milking himself completely.
He paused to catch his breath, chest heaving up and down. You felt so many emotions at once : lust, guilt, desire. It was complicated. You knew you should’ve left immediately, but something held you back. Your eyes ran down his body before moving to his face, only to see crystal blues staring at you.
Fuck.
Quickly you ran back to your room, slamming the door behind you. This was bad, really fucking bad. Your thought began to jumble together, afraid of what would happen next. He probably though you were a total creep, how embarrassing. You might have to change your name and move to a new country. It’s the only way you could live—
“I thought you’d be in here masturbating”.
Steve’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts and you stopped pacing. You couldn’t speak, having no idea what to stay. Your body was frozen with fear and anxiety. He stood in your doorframe, nothing but a pair of grey shorts hanging low on his hips. He wasn’t helping your condition.
“Steve, I—”
“No, Peach it’s fine. I was kinda hoping to catch you with your hands between your thighs when I walked in here, if im honest.” His crude comment made your cheeks heat up, embarrassed but also slightly turned on. Steve took the liberty to sit on your bed, letting you know he didn’t plan on leaving soon. He enjoyed seeing you get worked up, it was quite enticing.
“No but seriously, why aren’t you? I know I’m quite the stunner. I’m surprised you’re not.” Steve waited for an answer, one you didn’t actually have to give. You silence said everything.
“Oh dollface, don’t tell me you don’t—.” He didn’t finish his sentence, gasping with realization.
“Not even once?” You shook your head. I can’t believe we’re having this conversation right now.
“Nope,” you confessed. You watched as Steve’s eyes virtually bust from their sockets.
“No fucking way! You what? Wait…you’re not a virgin right? I mean not there’s anything wrong with that, just asking.”
“No, I’m really not. Guys are just…”
“Inattentive,” he finished for you. You nod in agreement.
“I’ve never even had an orgasm.” At your words Steve gasped and then became upset.
“What the fuck you mean you’ve never had an orgasm?”
“I meant what I said. I honestly thought my body was broken because I just never enjoyed it.” You played with the lose thread at the bottom of your shirt, afraid to look him in the eye. He wasn’t saying anything and it was scaring you.
“Let me teach you.” Your head shot up in surprise.
“What?”
“I said, let me teach you how to masturbate.”
You laugh incredulously. “Steve, we’re roommates. Remember that part?”
“Peach, I’m not asking to fuck your brains out. I’m asking to make you cum. No one deserves that, especially not you.”
You eyed him warily, debating saying yes. You still despise him for keeping you up every night and all the little things. He always forgets to close the door when he enters your room. You have to keep reminding him not to drink from the carton. He never uses a coaster. There’s a thousand reasons to make you say no, him being your fucking roommate at the very top.
But he never leaves a girl unsatisfied, you can tell by the pounding nearly every night on your bedroom wall. You stare at his fingers for a moment, watching as his long fingers flex and veins pop with every movement. Your thighs involuntarily squeeze together at the thought of him touching you. This is a bad idea isn’t it?
“Ok.”
“Ok? As in you’ll let me?”
“Don’t make me regret this Rogers.” You pull your shirt over your head, tossing it onto the bed.
“You won’t I promise. We’ll start slow and stop anytime you want. Just say the word.”
Steve scoots to the top of your bed, his back now leaning against the headboard. He grabs your hands, pulling you into his lap so your back meets his front. The two of you are so close that you can feel his chest every time he breathes. You watch him in the mirror as he gets comfortable.
“Wow doll, a mirror in front of your bed. You kinky little slut.” You laugh at his remark. It’s not so scary anymore now that he’s broken the ice.
Steve keeps a feather light touch, creeping up your thighs and down your arms. You feel him move your hair to the side, his warm breath on your ear.
“This okay?” You nod.
“Words, princess. Use your words.”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.”
Steve presses light butterfly kisses along your jaw and down your neck. They become increasingly more aggressive as he begins to suck into your skin, forming small bruises. The combination of his teeth grazing, the sucking of his lips, and the wetness of his tongue to soothe the burn already has your breathing labored. You’ve never received this much attention before.
His hands make their way down your collarbones and to your breasts. His fingers pull at your tank, ripping the buttons open. Your back arches when he gropes you, fingers brushing your peaked nipples. You watch as he licks his fingers before touching your sensitive nipples, making you whimper.
“And i thought you were innocent baby doll. But look at you, you’re a mess and I’ve barely done a thing.” You don’t respond, attention too focused on how he’s making you feel.
“Should I keep going?”
“Yes,” you respond between moans.
His hands travel down for your stomach but stop at the top of your shorts. His fingers just barely graze the waistband, tempting you. He makes eyes contact in the mirror, shushing you.
“Patience peach. I’m gonna make you feel so good. Just wait.” He helps you take off your clothes, leaving you completely bare before him.
“Spread those legs for me princess,” he orders and you obey. He teases you, going up and down your thighs first and completely ignoring what you need from him. You whimper, desperate and horny.
“So needy for me, I like it. You want my fingers doll?”
“So bad, Steve.”
His hand brushes lightly over your lips and you groan at the feeling. Finally he decides to give you what you’ve been begging for. His fingers swipe between your folds, feeling how wet you are. The both of you moan at the feeling.
“You want me this bad peach?” You can do nothing but moan in response as his finger moves back and forth. He slips a finger inside, stretching you out so good. There’s no sound besides the slick noise as his finger enters you and your breathy moans as you grind your hips into his hand. Steve wraps one arm around your waist, holding your hips still.
“You’re making me hard doll.” You can feel his erection press into your ass, making you smile. But the smile quickly faded when he pushes another finger into your pussy. You never thought someone could make you feel this good. His thrusts aren’t fast, but very calculated as you feel him hit a certain spot every time.
All of a sudden he removes his fingers, making you grow disappointed for a moment. You watch in the mirror as he brings his hand up to his lips, tasting you. He moans, making you excited in a way you never thought you would.
“You taste so good princess.”
Steve pulls your body impossibly closer and spreads your legs wider. His fingers dip into your pussy, gather the wetness there before he travels upwards towards your clit. He rubs slow circles at first, allowing you to adjust before he picks up the pace. Your hips begin to grind into his hand again, overwhelmed by the pleasure.
You become a whimpering moaning mess, feeling his lips on your collarbone and fingertips on your clit. Suddenly you feel Steve’s cock presses further into your ass, his hips circling in search of relief. The thought of him being just as desperate as you are turns you on more. You feel your stomach tighten, almost like a balloon wanting to burst. Steve notices your increased desperation, picking up the pace.
“You’re gonna cum for me pretty girl?” You moan in response, barely able to string together a coherent thought.
“I bet you look so pretty when you cum baby. So so pretty. Not so innocent now, are you? Wanting so badly to cum all over your roommate’s fingers?”
You can’t help but get more desperate as he whispers his dirty thoughts into your ear. You want him, you realize. You need him. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. You know you’re gonna cum soon. Steve presses a large hand on your lower abdomen, a pressure point.
“Come for me pretty girl. Come all over Steve’s fingers like the good desperate girl you are.” At Steve’s words, the balloon pops and your vision goes white. Steve doesn’t stop rubbing your clit, helping you ride out your orgasm. A string of curses and Steve’s name escape your lips as you reach your peak. Are orgasms always like this?
You open your eyes to see Steve with his fingers in his mouth, lapping up your taste. You thought it was you that was the desperate one. Clearly you’ve met your match. Catching your breath, you choose not to speak and just watch. The two of you make eye contact in the mirror and he smirks triumphantly.
“That was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever done,” he confesses.
“Really?”
“Princess you have no fucking idea.” The two of you stare at each other for a few more seconds before he begins to detach himself from around your body.
“Where are you going?,” you ask.
“To go take a cold shower and jack off.” You laugh at his bluntness.
He stands in the doorframe, watching your naked figure. Meanwhile you stare at the large erection in his pants, pleased to have such an effect on him. You decide to be a little bold today.
“Without me?,” you ask with an innocent tone and Steve chokes on air.
“I mean you’re welcome to watch, or join..” He smirks at the end, winking at you.
“I just might.” You smile at each other.
“I’ll make sure to leave the door open then.” Steve exits your room, heading towards the bathroom with you close behind.
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Call it even
Fuckboy!Bucky x f!reader (they’re both avengers) chapter 2
Summary: Bucky and reader used to be friends with benefits until she left for a 6 month-mission with the X-men. Bucky copes by meeting random women, but none of them were her. Until she came back.
Warning: bad writing, some angst, a little tiny allusion to smut so ANYONE UNDER 18 DNI you will be immediately blocked, Bucky being an asshole, reader being an asshole, two idiots madly in love but the other doesn’t realize it.
Word count: 918 words written on my phone so beware of typos. Other chapters will be longer btw this is an exposition fest
notes: this is my first fic in at least 5 years and my first time writing anything remotely close to smut, so it probably sucks but feel free to judge me pls, the characters will call the reader “babygirl”. Also flashbacks will be in bold italics.
Inspo: tis the damn season by Taylor Swift, common friends with benefits tropes, readers powers based on some of Sage from the x-men.
“Mr. Maximoff and Ms. y/l/n are in the elevator coming to this floor” F.R.I.D.A.Y. announced to the common living area where all the avengers were located currently. Steve noticed how Bucky winced at the sound of her name, stood up and left before she could see him.
“Pietro, Babygirl!! you’re here” Wanda exclaims as she jumps to hug her brother and her best friend. Everyone comes to greet the two mutants who endured a 6 month-long mission with the X-men.
Natasha noticed y/n’s eyes wandering around trying to find Bucky but failing. Wanda didn’t need to read her mind to know what she was thinking of. Babygirl agreed to go on a mission with the x-men.
The reason? She was catching feelings for Bucky which is the one thing she agreed wouldn’t happened when they started being friends with benefits, so she decided to go to this mission to avoid those feelings. She didn’t even tell him she was going to leave, only Nat, Wanda and Tony knew.
After chatting with everyone Pietro left with Steve and Tony to debrief them on the mission and some other plans they had with the x-men. You talked to Wanda and Nat about the mission as you approached your room to unpack your stuff.
Having just finished folding some shirts, Natasha sat at your couch and said “you know, Barnes closed himself off when you left. He barely talks to any of us.”
“Oh really? A little birdie told me that he has been really enjoying himself” you answered sarcastically. Pietro had told you a month into the mission that, as he put it “Your friend with the robot arm has become involved with a friend of mine, they said he is sleeping in a new bed each night if you know what I mean” Which stung a little more than you would like to admit. The fact that someone that’s on the mission with you knows, means that it’s more than a few people and he’s probably over you.
“He’s not over you babygirl, if you ask me it’s more like he can’t get over you” Wanda tells you, reading your mind.
“Funny way of showing it, if you love someone the best course of action is to have sex with everyone else” you responded irritated.
“If I could Ms. y/l/n and I’m sorry to intrude, you did leave without telling him anything” Vision interfered, he had entered the room through the wall. Disregarding the fact that he invaded your space and scolding him, you let the three of them convince you to talk to him, you were great friends before and you shouldn’t let that get ruined.
You made your way to Bucky’s room. Like second nature you opened his lock and entered like you used to before, only this time Bucky didn’t answer like he used to. You came into his room tiptoeing so he didn’t hear you, his attention was solely on the book he was reading while lying on his bed. You straddled and took his book from his hands “hey handsome, how’s the reading going?” Bucky smirks, moving his hands to your hips and says “it was pretty good until some pretty girl came and interrupted me” you gasp “oh no, she must be so bad. What are you gonna do about it?” Your ass cheek gets a slap. “how about I teach her a lesson” Bucky says closing the space between your lips.
No, this time he looked at you in shock “how did you get here?” Here raised his eyebrows “I opened your lock, you know I have photographic memory Bucky, and even if I didn’t I only left six months I would’ve probably remembered it” he huffed as you said that.
“Oh right, so then why did you forget to tell me you were going?” You feel him getting tense. Your abilities let you recognize and feel how others are doing emotionally and also physically.
“So you care about me not being here? From what I heard you’ve been doing just fine without me.” You tell him defiantly.
“Well I guess we’re even aren’t we Doll? We both had our fun. If you don’t think what you did was bad then what’s wrong about me hanging around. It’s not Violetas’ fault you don’t care about your friend.” He said smugly, was he enjoying this? Were you enjoying this?
“Listen, if I wanted to know who you’re fucking I would’ve asked. Thank you very much.” you rolled your eyes at his gloating.
“What’s that Babygirl? Are you jealous?” He approached you, you see where this is going. To be honest you don’t mind it, but after Vision spoke with you you felt you had to apologize. Maybe just not right now.
“Jealous of what Sarge?” You’re playing with fire calling him that name. “You and I both know that no one has ever made you feel as good as I have” you step towards him, placing your hands on his broad shoulders.
Bucky grabs your ass and he smacks its right cheek, “oh yeah? How about you show me?” You can tell he’s still mad, and that he’s going to show you how much he missed you.
…………
You woke up in the middle of the night in his bed, realizing you probably fucked up running back into his arms without telling him anything about how you felt. You have a feeling this is not going to end well.
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Pt II | Pt III
Summary || You’re annoying, arrogant ass of a roommate Steve Rogers has you wound tight, aching to hit him where it hurts. But one day, he has you worked up for a different reason all together. And you have no idea how to handle it. But your roommate might.
Relationship || Steve Rogers x woc!reader
Warnings || 18+ MINORS DNI voyeurism(con and dubcon) masturbation, innocence kink, degrading kink, praise kink, mutual pining(largely oblivious), enemies/rivals to friends with benefits, mirror kink(?)
Words || 1,501 words
Notes || congrats @agentofbarnes on 7K followers. You’re amazing Zee <3
You walk to the cabinet, reaching for a shot glass and the vodka in your freezer. If you’re gonna do this, you’re gonna need a drink first. Your eyes scan the cabinets, searching for a shot glass. Gotcha! Right in the middle sits a perfectly blue and white shot glass. Vodka in one hand, glass in the other, you head back to the dining room table.
“What are you doing?”
“Shut up.”
You prepare to pour yourself a shot, but glancing at the crystal blue eyes staring at you from across the table makes you scrap it entirely. It’s gonna tale a lot more than a shot. Unscrewing the cap, you guzzle down a few gulps, not giving yourself the opportunity to care about the burn going down your throat. That’s better. You set the closed bottle down at your feet, close enough in case you need another drink.
“Why’d you do—”
“Steve, wha the fuck did I say just now?” He rolls his eyes, shutting up like you asked him to. You sigh loudly, frustrated by your options.
Steve was a less that ideal choice for you right now, far far from the first option you had in mind. But that’s just the thing, you didn’t have any options. Rent was barely a week from being due and it’s not like you could afford this place by yourself. You could barely do that even with a roommate. Weighing the pros and cons a little more, you sigh in defeat.
“How soon can you move in?”
This better be the best idea I’ve ever had.
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This was the worst idea I’ve ever had.
You stared at the clock on your bedside table, counting down the hours until you had to get up for work. The tech world waits for no one, so being late in the morning wasn’t an option. So you had to sleep, your livelihood depended on it. But you couldn’t. What dear old Steve failed to mention when he moved in four weeks ago is that he was a manwhore.
A different girl came home with him every night, likely picked up from the bar he worked at sometimes when he needed a break. The two of them would stumble in during the pitch black hours of the night, giggling and drunk off their asses. Most times, you’d be working on a project or preparing for bed. But all of that came to a hault the minute his door shut.
They were loud, like loud loud.
It was completely insufferable. But then to make this entire hellhole even worse, you’d walk in the kitchen every morning to see the girl standing in there awkwardly. He wouldn’t even have the courtesy to make them breakfast or see them out. So that left you to be almost late for work every single morning because you had to be the one telling these poor girls to kick rocks.
You also learned that Steve was a… destructive lover. He’d tear their dresses off their bodies, leaving them with nothing the next morning. He’s lucky you work somewhere with access to an infinite amount of pieces for sizing references. One day you brought home like 4 dozen t-shirts and sweats, giving these girls a less embarrassing walk of shame on the way out.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. Who the fuck am I, Pepper Potts?
You silently prayed she didn’t hear that someway somehow. The lord only knows what she’d do to your paycheck if she heard you talk shit about the beginning of her and Tony’s relationship. That woman was utterly terrifying when she needed to be. You do not wanna get on her bad side, if you know what’s good for you.
Begrudgingly, you got up from your bed to turn on the air conditioner hoping that it would drown out some of the sounds. You grabbed every pillow in sight, piling them over your upper body to get as much quiet as humanly possible. Suddenly the walls began to shake. Looking above your head, you realized what was happening.
Oh my fucking god, you have to be kidding me. The douchebag doesn’t have headboard bumpers?? You sigh, staring at the clock again. It’s gonna be a long night, one in which you don’t think you’ll be getting much sleep. Sighing, you grab some pencils, your laptop, and your sketch pad. If you can’t sleep, you might as well be productive.
Lately, you’ve been working on a new suit design for Stark Industries. You had a good brain, making this job quite easy for you. You went through hundreds on designs per week, deciding what constitutes a good product. Tony tried over and over to get you into the field after walking in on you using your abilities accidentally. But you hated the spotlight, it was too stressful. He kept the badgering to a minimum, but every now and then something you said or did would remind him to keep asking. This was simple, it was safe. You liked safe.
You walked past the whorehouse into your office, which was unfortunately only across the hall from your rooms. However, any space between you and them was good space. You closed the door, turned on some music, and got to work. Hopefully you’ll be able to complete something before sunrise.
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The beeping of your alarm jolts you out of a semi-peaceful sleep at 6am. Pencils previously stuck to your face and in your hair shake themselves loose when you get up from the table. In the mirror you notice bags the size of Jupiter in your face. There’s no way I’m going to work on barely 2 hours of sleep. I’ll fuck up the numbers.
You turned over to your phone, texting Pepper about needing to work from home today. You had explained to her your situation last week and she was surprisingly understanding. You were Stark Industries best designer besides Mr. Stark himself. As long as you got the job done, you could work from the moon if you wanted to. She approves your request, allowing you to catch up on your sleep.
You wake up three hours later, energized and ready for the day. Pepper sent some emails earlier this morning about designing plans she has in mind, wanting to see if they could come to life. Of course they could, you were beyond smart enough for that. Checking your text messages, you realize what day it is. Thursday. That means Steve’s home today. How the fuck am I—
Your thoughts of worry are interrupted by the sound of pans banging in the kitchen and your blood begins to boil. I’m not not doing this again, I refuse. You drop everything in your hand and put on your slippers. The daily routine of kicking girls out and giving them new clothes was over. You couldn’t do it anymore.
“Steven Grant fucking Rogers, I swear to fucking God and Erskine himself, if I have to kick out one more of your little—”
Your words die in your throat as you enter the kitchen, stopping in your tracks. There in the middle stands Steve, glistening like diamonds in the sun. He has a towel wrapped low around his waist and water drips down his broad back. Every time he moves just slightly, his muscles shift and contort, leaving you breathless. Jesus fucking Christ. He turns around and suddenly you feel quite parched. Washboard abs, giant peck muscles, and tattoos. That’s all you can think about.
“Darling my eyes are up here.”
You barely manage to tear your eyes away from his glistening body, making a weak attempt to pay attention.
“Huh?,” you squeak out.
“I said my eyes are up here.” Steve seems to enjoy your flustered stage, smirking as you barely pull yourself together.
“Right. Well uh…I’m gonna go now.” You quickly try to leave the kitchen before you embarrass yourself any further, but Steve won’t let you off so easily.
“What were you saying when you came in earlier?” You look at Steve with a puzzled look, accidentally getting distracted when a droplet from his wet hair drips down his broad chest. Focus.
“Oh right. Steve, if I have to kick out another one of your little groupies again, I will personally cut off your balls and feed them to you.
“Oh yeah? Well to me it just sounds like an excuse to touch my dick. But sure, let’s go with that.”
Your blood boils at his crude remark, all attraction dissipating for the hatred to return. God he’s such a fucking prick. If he didn’t stop you from being homeless you would’ve been kicked him out.
“Hilarious Rogers. But I’m serious. I already wasted money and resources to give them back a little bit of their dignity. The least you could do is help them leave before I do. It’s bad enough the walls are thin.” You don’t give him the opportunity to respond before you retreat to your bedroom, wet abs on your mind.
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Call it Even 2
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The only soul who could tell which smiles I’m faking. (Fuckboy!Bucky x AFAB!reader)
Summary: Reader realizes things can’t come back to normal with Bucky. Bucky won’t hide his resentment towards you neither will he stop fooling around.
Warning: swearing, angst, a little bit of smut MINORS DNI, praise kink dog tag kink, sex with no protection (don’t), fingering, shitty fuckboy things.
Notes: thank you for the support!! Also did you notice I changed the lyrics from can to could?? You’ll see why hehe. I have never written smut expect the worst. Remember bold italics are flashbacks.
Word count: 1.5k words still written on my phone
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You were playing with Bucky’s dog tags, a sweet gesture turned filthy with just one tug. You stood up in direction to that place you’d found and Bucky followed immediately.
“ ‘m gonna need you to be quiet for me babydoll, you think you can do that?” Bucky whispered in your ear and you nodded immediately as he took your tac suit off, you two had snuck into a part of the quinjet the others couldn’t find you nor hear you. You and Bucky took habit into releasing your anger or adrenaline from the mission on each other and in this particular one you couldn’t wait to get to the compound.
In between kisses and moans you finished discarding your clothing and Bucky’s shirt, you unbuckled Bucky’s pants and pulled them and his underwear down to his knees, Bucky’s metal hand snaked into your core and started rubbing circles into your clit which prompted you to bite his shoulder to stop you from moaning. “Bucky please, I need you to fuck me now” you whispered grabbing Bucky by his tags to kiss him.The supersoldier wasted no time, while kissing you hungrily he grabbed both of your legs to pick you up easily and get inside of you immediately.
Which he did without a warning. he started thrusting inside of you, he pressed your back against the wall and picked up his pace making you both feel like you’re floating. You instinctively started rolling your hips making Bucky certain he’s seeing stars “that’s it gorgeous, you are doing so good baby keep moving around me” he breathed out, his praises making you go faster and feel your rise coming sooner. You were squeezing Bucky, who pulled out of you as he felt you reach your high making his cum fly into your stomach and chest.
You both breathed heavily as he lowered you and pressed kisses into your forehead. Bucky looks to your chest and bites his lip admiring how it was now covered in cum, you looked down and quickly realized there was nothing you could use to clean yourself up. When you told him your concerns he looked to the floor and picked up your panties using them to “dry you up” and he then tucked them into his back pocket “sorry for bursting your bubble but that is kinda nasty, will you really get off on my underwear filled with your dried cum?” You said getting dressed sans your panties. “Hey I’ll wash ‘em but these are pretty hot, just like you doll” he responded pulling you into a long kiss, you felt like you were dreaming.”
“Babygirl, sweetie! Hello!!” Natasha yelled at you and took you out of your daydream, it had been a week since you had come back and had your run in with Bucky who you have avoided since. This past few days you’ve been flooded with memories of your time with Bucky and you simply can’t pretend nothing happened.
“Sorry Nat, I don’t know where my mind is right now” you shrugged and went back to what you were doing, which was having breakfast with Nat in the isle of the kitchen. “Yes you do, you know you can’t lie to me” Natasha answered matter-of-factly, and of course you did. You just didn’t want to admit how you were feeling about your friend and how you wanted to be more than that despite it all.
You and Nat greeted Wanda, Sam and Steve and began chatting about training new recruits and some new plans Professor X made for them. You were telling your colleagues how you worked on your kinetic memory when you were in the mission and you could learn any ability just by trying it once when you saw him walk into the living area. Bucky had bags under his eyes and a few slight hickeys on his neck, he greeted everyone and asked you how you were since he hadn’t seen you in a few days. You forced a smile and simply said “everything’s good” to which he replied “good” and just left.
Your heart sank a little, he was never like this before. He could always tell if you weren’t ok even if you said you were. There was a time were he was the only person you truly trusted in the avengers, the one who was there even if he couldn’t. You were responsible for this, he just wanted to have fun and you caught feelings for him. You ruined a friendship because you couldn’t keep it in your pants.
“Honey, don’t do that to yourself. This is not your fault” Wanda got used to reading your mind when you were too consumed in your thoughts, it helps you get out of the rabbit hole you can sometimes get in. People usually see photographic memory as a good thing (which it is) but sometimes you don’t want to remember everything, it makes you relive your bad experiences so vividly that you feel things as if you were back in them.
“Wait, she’s blaming herself for the fact that he’s whoring around like his life depended on it? I swear baby that the way he decides to get back at you for supposedly leaving him is his sorry ass’ fault” Natasha exclaimed and wrapped her arm around you.
“You all know it is, specially you two” you pointed at Steve and Sam, “he probably has told you how much he hates me for ignoring our friendship”
“Woah woah woah, listen I don’t agree with how Tin-man is behaving either but he doesn’t hate you at all. He’s hurt and he probably doesn’t know how to handle how he’s feeling” Sam told you with a sympathetic look.
Steve spoke this time, “listen kiddo, I’m not trying to defend him ‘cuz you know I don’t think this is right. But Buck was at his best when he spent time with you, you really helped him to express himself better and he felt he lost that. I hate seeing you both hurting like this, but please don’t give up him just yet he really cares about you” he sounded sincere, and you know how he looks and sounds when he lies but something in you doesn’t believe him.
“It’s hard to believe that when he has already given up on me” you said feeling how tears were creeping up your eyes threatening to come out.
“Honey, he hasn’t given up on you. I’m sure of that” Sam told you and the others agreed with him.
“Even if that’s true Sam, he will never see me as I see him. I ruined it all by falling in love with him, knowing he didn’t want that to happen.” You couldn’t control the tears anymore, the two men now understood why you were hurting so much, it’s not that you just wanted to be his fuck buddy or that you felt you ruined your friendship by leaving. According to you, you had ruined your friendship even before leaving when you fell in love with Bucky.
“I have to go” Steve stood up quickly and left.
“Trust me Babygirl, things will work out. I’m glad you’re back” Sam hugged you and walked to the direction his blonde friend hurried to.
Wanda and Natasha took you to your room where you three spent the day together. You were all on your pijamas, eating junk food and cuddling in your bed, they both knew you needed it. Not just because of Bucky, the mission was also emotionally tiring but the fact that all this happened right after didn’t make it any better.
……….
“Bucky, we need to talk to you” Steve said entering his friends room with Sam.
“You royally fucked up, man” Sam said instantly leaving Bucky confused with what was going on.
“If you’re going to lecture me about not going on the run with you this morning I don’t want to hear it, I was busy” Bucky responded annoyed.
“Listen buck, you got it all wrong about her. You need to make things right” Steve told him strongly.
“What do you mean, she’s the one who left like I wasn’t shit to her” Bucky spat.
“Do you know why she left, Dipshit?” Sam said losing his patience “she’s in love with you, she was back then too”
Steve sighed “she left because you said you didn’t want to fall in love, so this way she would do what you wanted and could try to get over you. Which didn’t work by the way”.
“You’re both lying, don’t want to hear this”.
“I know you feel the same Buck, I know you did back then too. Please stop being so stubborn”
The two men left Bucky to connect with his own thoughts, he started sleeping with other women to try to forget you. Maybe he could ignore how he felt about you this way, but he didn’t. He knows you’re not “good” he still can tell when you’re lying but he’s trying his hardest not to completely let his guard down. But will he now that he knows how you feel?
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alittlegiraffe · 3 years ago
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Really Sargent?
Warnings: ABO Dynamics, smut, fluff, slightly Dom/possessive man, a little degredation kink mixed with some breeding kink.
Summary: You and Bucky have been hiding your relationship for over a year, but a simple grab n go mission before your heat leaves you in a compromising position.
For @agentofbarnes 's writing challenge.
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"Stark, we need evac now!" You heard Bucky yelling behind you as guns went off, "Your intel was bad."
"Keep your pants on sleeper cell," Tony snarked through the com in your ear. "We've got our own issues, make sure you keep the omega covered, yeah? She was only approved for a quick in and out. She's supposed to be on heat protocols."
"Thanks Tony," you groaned. You hated that the whole team needed to know your business, but it had saved lives by making sure everyone had the full picture.
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Bucky's metal arm wrapped around you as he yanked you off the path you were on, and down a drainage ditch. "I noticed an old hunting cabin in the way in," he explained. "We need cover, and that'll fit the ticket."
"Bucky," there was a hint of desperation in your voice. He shouldn't be touching you like this so close to your heat, your body would respond to his too easily.
A siren song of sorts rang through your ears as the alpha next to you unconsciously called your hindbrain to him. You wanted him. His touch. His scent. The little thing he did with his tongue as he worked your clit into oblivion... Most of all, this close to your heat all you could think about was taking his knot a swelling with his baby. It made you feral and desperate, but it wasn't time for that yet. You needed to get out and then you could curl up with your Alpha at home, away from the prying eyes that dotted the Avengers Tower. You'd been able to keep your bond secret for over a year, and it was working. You knew they'd separate you and Bucky on missions if they knew you'd bonded, and Bucky would never trust anyone else to have your back like he would.
You'd been distracted by your own thoughts, a sure sign you were going to go into heat within a few hours, and before you knew it Bucky was pulling you into the cabin. It was dirty and full of abandoned weapons, but the layers of dust over everything gave away it would be a good hiding spot. You jumped up and sat on a crate while Bucky checked the perimeter. You'd given up helping with things like that, he'd go an double check anyway.
Still it would be nice to have had the freedom to love one another more openly. As it was they seemed to keep you as far away as possible from Bucky unless you were on a mission. Probably the fact that you were bright and bubbly to his dark and broody.
Initially you'd assumed he found you lacking, but you'd learned that it wasn't you he didn't trust anyone to do it right. "Buck," you said softly after he'd checked and double checked, then make sure everything was locked. "You still on coms?" Grinning at his head shake of 'no', you motions him over. "Come here then," you pouted.
Bucky smiled softly as you wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled softly into him, "You okay Doll?"
"Mhmm, just missed you is all," it had been three days of sleeping separately while you'd been gathering Intel, and honestly you'd barely gotten any sleep missing the warmth he put out. If you'd known going into this that you'd crave the warmth the supersoldier put out...... There wasn't a way to even finish that thought.
He kissed your head as he ran his nose down your neck, before nudging the material away and kissing his mark at the base of your throat. It was annoying to hide it, typically bonding marks were worn with pride and in the open, but you'd never wanted anything more than his mark on your skin. You'd changed your uniform and other clothes around the team, but it was worth it.
"Buck," you whimpered, the first pangs of heat hitting your core. Still not a full blown slick running down your thighs, but enough that you body quaked for him at the simple touch.
"Shhhh baby, just a little longer. Tony and the others should get here soon," he tried to soothe. Still your scent brought out the alpha in his voice, and you keened under his power. "We can't do this here."
Bucky's nostrils flared as the scent overtook him, and you saw the war in his eyes. "We can't," he groaned. Still deft fingers unzipped your uniform, as his warm, callused palm found your smooth skin. "We both know if any one of them walks in we're caught baby girl," Bucky tried to reason, his voice was strained.
"Alpha please," you begged, you hands fisting in his leather jacket. That lead to a growl releasing from his lips, and you felt slick release from your core. "It hurts," you whimpered as your body began it's screaming for it's alpha.
An Omega's body was made to be dominated and under another's control. That sensation intensified ten-fold when they mated, now that your heat had hit you were doomed in so many ways. Your cognizant brain knew what that entailed. You'd be caught for sure, as your body responded to every command Bucky would give, craving validation and approval, although it was all for the end goal of skin to skin contact and his knot. You loved being knotted fully, spread open and held in place by his strong hands. It was true bliss for most Omega's to be just that close during a heat, and as old fashioned as Bucky could be he did enjoy keep you locked in place while he attempted to make it your whole heat without leaving your body.
You purred under his touch as much as you both knew better your bodies would betray you sooner or later, "Wanna smell like you Alpha." You begged, your body recoiling at the thought of any of the other Alpha's walking in while Bucky's scent had faded from your body. "Been too long, need you," you whimpered as another cramp wracked your body.
"Fuck, you're going to get me in trouble little one," Bucky swore as his fingers dipped into the waistband of your panties, finding the slick dripping from you. "Damnit," he groaned as he penetrated your with his fingers scooping up your juices. He withdrew his fingers before sucking them into his mouth, and groaning. "This needs to be quick."
With that he roughly tore the suit from your body, groaning as the scent hit him full force. His metal hand positioned you so that your cunt was level with his cock, making your back arch awkwardly over the box you'd been sitting on. Bucky stared into your eyes for a long moment, as you but your lip in anticipation, before capturing your lips with his as he plunged his engorged cock into your waiting body.
The groan that left you felt inhuman as you felt your body willingly opening up to him as you craved further closeness. You tugged at his shirt when he broke for air, wanting to feel his skin on yours, and he obliged you. His thrusts were irregular and rough, punctuated by a roll of his hips as he bottomed out and somehow got just a little deeper as he did. Your already sensitive body responded quickly the first time, cumming around him with a dazed look on your face as he held you tight against him.
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"There she is," Bucky grinned. "My little cum slut is so happy to take her Alpha's cum in her little breeding hole isn't she?" You nodded eagerly as Bucky began thrusting again, "You want me to fill you up little Omega? Breed you like a good little Omega should? Keep you fucked out and full of my cum until you give me all the little pups I want?"
You felt yourself quiver at his words, "Please Alpha." You moaned, his promises were more than enough to bring you over the edge on their own, then he fisted his hands in your hair as he fused your lips back together. Mixing that with the tantalizing dance of his hips was like the strongest aphrodisiac in the world.
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His teeth sought out his mark on your skin, "Cum for me again little Omega. Let your Alpha watch you get stupid for his cock." With that command you spasmed hard around him as you felt yourself being filled with his swelling knot. Your bodies sticky with sweat, as you felt the initial pain leave you. You needed to be in your den, surrounded by comforting scents and where Bucky could keep you safe. The tiny hairs at the base of his neck stood on end, even as his knot receded, knowing how vulnerable you were.
When the door opened the snarl that left his mouth was unlike anything else you'd ever heard, and as ashamed as it made you feel, you felt slick run over his cock again. Bucky instinctively pulled you tight to his chest, as he pulled a gun from somewhere. You didn't exactly see where it came from.
"Really Sargent?" You heard Tony's snarky voice, "The cute little spy? Honestly I thought she had better taste." Then Tony shrugged, "Guess I owe Rogers $80. Put some clothes on and get to the jet. We're outta here."
Bucky waited until Tony left before pulling away. He smiled sheepishly as he pulled up his pants and handed you his shirt to wear, your own outfit in shreds on the floor, "Sorry about that..... I don't know what happened."
"It's instinctive right?" You shrugged it off, "Come on let's get home. I hate not being in our environment right now." You grabbed Bucky's hand and pulled him to the jet. You moved to sit beside him, but given that your secret was our Bucky grabbed you by the waist and pulled you to his lap. The entire flight back he kept his nose in your mark, soothing himself from all the Alpha scents around his mate in heat. You didn't know what would come next, but at least you knew you had a mate who was going to protect you from it as much as he could.
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meetmeinthefamilyvideo · 3 years ago
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Call it even 3
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The warmest bed I’ve ever known (Fuckboy!Bucky x AFAB!reader)
Summary: They both know they can’t hide themselves nor their feelings forever, but are they ready to face them?
Warnings: angst turned fluff, conversations regarding sex 18+ MINORS DNI,  swearing, happy endings.
Word count: 1.5k
Notes: this is it! The final chapter, I’m really grateful for everyone that has enjoyed my content and supported me you guys mean the world. Huge huge thanks to @agentofbarnes because you gave me my love for writing back (also the courage to actually show it to the world after so much time) I hope you enjoy the ending. I really like these characters, I’ll tell you more about them and this universe if you’d like.
The wall besides your closet door has a boot print on it, there are two toothbrushes on your bathroom, in your couch lays a red Henley with a scent not found in any of your fragrances. You’ve been trying to draw again to keep your mind occupied but all you have drawn is two hands almost touching, painting results in ocean waves contained within a blue globe.
In the floor above you there’s a room where no drawer has been opened in a week, the ceiling above the bed has 3 pencils stuck to it, the razor in the bathroom hasn’t been used either. This room has only had one visitor, a blonde man too worried for the person in the room with the intention of helping a friend. Your room has had more people in it, all of them trying to convince you that the unthinkable was true.
You’ve both had some trouble sleeping, he has a blanket over the floor since he can’t sleep in it anymore and you try to surround yourself with pillows to feel some warmth but you still feel way too cold. This has been going on for a week but it feels eternal, not only for the both of you but also the team who hated seeing their friends suffer.
Speaking of the team, there are two allegiances: those who want to lock you two in a room and have Wanda read each other’s mind, and those who believe you should be able to do things in your own time. Steve and Nat spend a lot of time trying to convince you to talk to him, the thing they have now realized is Bucky has to be the one to talk to you since he knows how you feel and you don’t know how he feels. This is extra complicated since the brunette hasn’t told anyone (not even his best friend) how he feels truly.
The reality is Bucky fears that he will lose you and not knowing how to keep you he just pushes you away. All the sleeping around and avoiding was his way of leaving on a 6-month mission to forget you, he had felt the same thing you did before you left but as he was conditioned to not have feelings pretending sadly wasn’t hard. Now that he knows your feelings he is even more freaked out than if his love wasn’t reciprocated, Bucky is afraid to hurt you and to be an unnecessary weight on your shoulders. It kills him to know you’ve been miserable this week because he just doesn’t know how to make things right. It takes Sargeant James Buchanan Barnes 9 days to gather the courage to call his two best friends and ask for help.
“I don’t know what to do to make things right, she hates me” Bucky’s lost eyes meet Sam’s.
“Buck, she loves you and love is stronger than many things” Sam responds seriously “hell, look at all Steve has done for you. I can assure you love is stronger than the hurt you’re both feeling and love will be the remedy for it as well”
“Listen pal, you’re very strong and she is too. You’ve both defeated the unthinkable alone and even more when you’re together. She loves you and you love her, it doesn’t get better than that. You don’t need to turn the world upside down for her, all you need is to ask her to listen and be truthful.” Steve put his hand on Bucky’s back.
“Are you sure?” He says, “completely certain, pour your heart out and trust she’ll do the same” Steve and Sam pull his friend into a hug and they walk with him to your room.
“Miss, Sargeant Barnes is outside, he has instructed me to only let him in if you approve of him coming in” F.R.I.D.A.Y. Tells you, those words send you into an instant panic.
Are you ready to talk to him? A million thoughts rush through your head, what if he knows how you feel and doesn’t feel the same?, what if he’s here to ask you why you left?, what if he just wants to tell you he never wants to speak to you again? A voice inside you says that if any of those are true it’s better to know now.
“Let him in please” you instruct the A.I. with shaky hands and a knot in your stomach.
You saw him enter through the door and he looks as destroyed as you do, there are bags under his eyes and his expression is that of a lost puppy looking for the way back home. As you looked at him you could tell he was examining your appearance, your puffy eyes and bags under your eyes similar to his. You patted your bed for him to sit even if it is on opposite sides. Your heart was beating very fast and you couldn’t bring yourself to speak or look at him in the eyes, the ideal scenario would be for an Inter dimensional portal to open and suck you away.
“Hi doll” you waved back softly “listen I know things haven’t been great between us and I came here so we talk about it”.
“I actually don’t know that you’re talking about” you lied to avoid the embarrassing of realizing that he didn’t like you.
“Doll, Steve and Sam told me why you left.” You hid your face in between your hands “they said you left because you’re in love with me and you knew one of my rules of us fooling around was not catching feelings, do you know why I did that?” He asked.
You stared laughing, was he trying to make fun of you? “I don’t know, because the only reason you care about me is my body? Because I’m an idiot that fell in love with someone that saw her as one of his fucks?” Your eyes were welling up.
“No baby, not at all.” He responded “I made that up because I didn’t want to get caught up in you and have you not feel the same I did, when you left for the mission that was confirmation to me that you could never love me like I you wanted to.”
He stood up and walked towards you “when they told me you felt the same I felt like an idiot, I made you leave because I didn’t want to face my emotions. It took me a week to finally gain the courage to come here and admit I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have avoided everything nor push you away” you could see a tear fall from his left eye.
“Listen Bucky”, you took his hand “I’m sorry too, I ran away like a coward when I shouldn’t have. It’s not all your fault.”
“It’s okay, but would you give me a chance? I want nothing more than to make you feel safe and happy.” He asked with hope glowing in his eyes.
You smiled, “only if we stop running away from each other, I promise to not leave for a 6 month mission without telling you if you promise to not hide how you feel. Our trust in each other is still something we have to work on but I’m willing to work for it. Is that a deal?” He nodded “Well kiss me like you mean that James.”
Like two kids having their first kiss you leaned in but hit your teeth instead of your lips. Laughing you took his face in your hands and kissed him, although you’ve kissed many times before this one felt like you were surrounded by fireworks.
“I love you so much”, Bucky said when you were both gasping for air. “I love you too Bucky, wow it feels so good to say that” you respond.
You go to give him a peck when you hear a loud thud in your bedroom door, both of you take notice of it and decide to make your way to the door where you know your friends are snooping on you. You opened the door to see 4 of your friends shamelessly trying to listen to you.
Steve noticed your hands laced together and smiled “you guys are okay?”
“Oh yeah, you see Vision! Bucknasty locked it down, I knew it bitches” Sam celebrated.
Wanda and Nat took you from Bucky and hugged you tightly “you see babe, things would work out” Nat kissed your forehead and the three of you smiled together.
“Hey hey hey, don’t steal my girl away from me. We just made up” Bucky complained making everyone laugh around him.
“There’s plenty of me for everyone guys, why don’t we all enjoy ourselves to a movie!”You tell them.
Everyone agreed and you spent your night with your friends the man you love, as if things couldn’t get better you both make your way to your room and slept surrounded by a warmth you haven’t felt in a while. With him you feel like home, as he does too. At the end you were even.
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meetmeinthefamilyvideo · 3 years ago
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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Here’s a preview of what I’m planning to do in my first fic “Call it even” for @agentofbarnes’ writing challenge:
“Listen, if I wanted to know who you’re fucking I would’ve asked. Thank you very much.” you rolled your eyes at his gloating.
“What’s that Babygirl? Are you jealous?” He approached you, you see where this is going. To be honest you don’t mind it, but after Vision spoke with you you felt you had to apologize. Maybe just not right now.
“Jealous of what Sarge?” You’re playing with fire calling him that. “You and I both know that no one has ever made you feel as good as I have” you step towards him, placing your hands on his broad shoulders.
Bucky grabs your ass and he smacks its right cheek, “oh yeah? How about you show me?” You can tell he’s still mad, and that he’s going to show you how much he missed you.
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