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[bitchassbucky]

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📎Word Count: 1.5k

📎Warning/s: MINORS DNI! angsty-ish, grumpy!avenger!bucky x new avenger!reader, bucky got detained for [redacted] reasons

📎A/N: MY FIRST COMMISSION POST!!! this is for @babyboibucky <3 love you boo! i hope you likey :D ps, if you catch the b99 reference i will love you 4eva

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The harsh, white overhead light makes the divots and curves of Bucky’s face even deeper. The sound of people milling about and the ancient photocopy machine makes his ears ring to no end. The unfriendly coldness of the holding cell warms his eyes as he dozes off for what seems to be the millionth time today. What woke him up was the sound of an NYPD officer bellowing through the bars, “you’re free to go, Sergeant Barnes.”

Great, he thinks, he’s gonna get an earful from either Steve or Sam—no doubt the latter one wouldn’t let it go for a week or so. He was already practicing a half-hearted speech in his mind when the officer ushers you to the front desk, “are you sure you’re able to bring Sergeant Barnes home?”

“Dude, yeah, I told you a million times, I know him—he’s my friend.” You quip, tapping your foot impatiently as you finish filling up Bucky’s release form. The ink of the pen too thick for the cheap, flimsy bond paper to dry completely.

The officer sighs, putting his hands on his belt, “that’s officer Deetmore to you, ma’am–“ squinting as he reads off your surname off the paper. “Do you want to be listed as one of the emergency contacts?”

The question aimed at you was answered by a grumpy Bucky, leaning against the desk with a deep scowl on his face—giving everyone at the precinct a death glare that would give their mother a chill up the spine, “no, she won’t.”

“I guess I won’t be.” You say, making a face and shrugging as Deetmore compiles the paperwork for you, stapling it together before filing it into a folder with “J. Barnes” as a tag. Not long after, the officer dismisses both of you, attempting to show you the door but Bucky was already halfway out by the time you bid farewell.

“Whoa, slow down! I’m here to pick you up,” the cold wind bites at your arms as you put on your coat, goosebumps making its way up your skin. The harsh smell of Brooklyn drilling itself into your nose as you catch up to Bucky.

Hearing your voice, he just walks faster, dodging stationary and side-stepping people. “Yep, you did and I thank you for that,” laced with sarcasm, Bucky answers back, not expecting you to catch up to him anytime soon.

“Was that sarcasm?” Your voice pops up from beside him, your brows furrowed not in annoyance but in amusement. Bucky thinks that this is the longest conversation that you both had with each other.

The sound of the street drowns out his hummed response and you continue to walk with him until an intersection comes into view. You stop to wait out the pedestrian light while Bucky attempts to cross the street already—your hand was quick to pull him by his hood though, not strong enough for him to tumble backward but strong enough so he stops at his track.

“What was that for?”

“The light was red.”

Bucky grumbles in response again—forgoing walking straight and instead, taking a right turn into an alleyway. “The subway’s right there—where are we going?” A genuine question was met by an eye roll and he suddenly turns around and stops walking.

“So go there, leave me alone,” the unshakable tenor of Bucky’s voice echoes and bounces onto the exposed brick of the buildings. The yellow light of the streetlamp was so much more forgiving than that of the lights in the precinct.

You shake your head, walking closer to him, bridging the physical and the metaphorical gap between the both of you, “Nope, no can do. They said that I was to bring you back to the tower and that’s what I’m doing.”

“Really? That’s your job now?” Annoyance itches in Bucky’s brain, there’s a boyish voice in the back of his head telling him to push your buttons more.

“Well, no—it’s just no one other than Steve wants to pick you up and the others are busy so I volunteered.” There was a hopeful ring to your voice—you were a good 10 feet away from him now. Both the streets that cut the alleyway bustling with people going about their night.

“Okay, you’re dismissed.”

“Not until you’re back in the tower,” and you were just as stubborn as him. “C’mon, Bucky, I take my assignments seriously.”

He sighs as he sees a sliver of young Steve’s indignation in you, “let this one slide—I’ll tell ‘em that I was already out by the time you got there.”

You scowl, arching a brow upwards, “my name’s on your release form—I can’t- we can’t lie.” The thought of lying to your superiors back in the office makes your bones shiver, you shake your head like an etch-a-sketch board.

“Then make something up, I don’t know,” one by one, Bucky’s suggestions weren’t any help for you—not until he just goes with you.

You cross your arms, leaning on the wall to your left, “I’m not making something up—either you come with me or I’ll follow you around Brooklyn.” You start to wonder if this is the reason why most of your coworkers don’t want to pick him up.

“God, you’re just as stubborn as Steve, no wonder he plays his favorites with you.”

The backhanded statement took you out of your head—as soon as you process what Bucky meant, your mood changed. He surely felt it too as he quickly apologizes, although his heart wasn’t in it.

“I’m in this team because I work hard as anyone in it,” the tone shifted from a more serious perspective. “You know, I thought that this was my chance to be close to you.”

It was Bucky’s turn to arch up a brow, “close to me? Just like how others get close to me so they can pry me apart, is that it?” The sudden vulnerability of Bucky slips through, just as sudden as his attempt to close himself back up, “just go home.”

“Believe it or not, Bucky, I’m here because I like you and I want to be your friend. But if this is what I get for trying then—“ you shake your head and rummage around your bag, tossing Bucky a Metro Card that you bought for him. “You can figure it out.”

By the time Bucky got home, the common room was illuminated by the soft and warm nightlights installed under the furniture and the fix-ins. The words “I want to be your friend” keep echoing in his mind—it has been too long since anyone really wanted to be his friend without a life-or-death situation being the foundation of it.

While those relationships are great and were forged by a situation not everyone is equipped to deal with, he has yet to have a friend outside of his very small circle—build bridges with memories as his therapist would say.

A light crinkling noise from the kitchen brings him back to reality, his mind already going through the worst of the outcomes. Bucky let’s put a sigh of relief when he sees that it’s just you—and then the relief turns into hot embarrassment when he remembers how he treated you earlier tonight.

“Hey,” Bucky says softly, knocking on the countertop. He wasn’t really expecting a reply from you.

You turn towards him, closing a utensil drawer, “you made it back, congrats. How’s the subway?” Even with how annoyed you are with him, you try to make small talk.

“It stinks, literally.” Bucky chuckles, shrugging off his jacket as he sits on a high stool. The only light source in the kitchen being the lone built-in under an overhead cabinet.

The silence that followed Bucky’s joke was like pinpricks for him—the still awkwardness of the situation pricks and pokes the skin on the back of his neck, “it gets worse in the summer.” You reply dryly as you wait for your popcorn to cook in the microwave.

“I’m sorry for being a dick,” downcasting his eyes, Bucky examines the pattern of the countertop before looking up and meeting your eyes. “I’m sorry,” he says again, genuinely this time.

“I’m sorry too, I think I tried too hard,” you shrug back, talking loudly in between the muffled pops of the kernel in the bag.

Bucky sighs and shakes his head, kicking up so he spins in his stool, “don’t do that—don’t apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Before he forgets, he reaches into his discarded jacket’s pocket and slides the Metrocard from earlier across the countertop, “that’s yours, right?”

“That’s yours, I already have one,” you smile at him, carefully taking out the bag of popcorn from the microwave oven.

After transferring the food into a bowl, you sit across him, catching up on things that both of you have missed and learning similar things about each other.

“I guess you should apologize for one more thing, Bucky,”

“What is it?”

“That you stole my cereal.”

“That was one time!”

[emerald-chaos]

Tardy

Hi friends! So, my poor wips are sobbing in their graveyard (jk I swear I’m working on them—or at least trying) but that didn’t stop me from writing this piece. I was inspired by some…audio, and I just couldn’t help myself. I am a sucker for college!bucky and when inspiration strikes, I try to take it. I hope you guys enjoy xo.

All mistakes are my own, this was not beta’d. Massive shout out to my forever college!bucky muse @bitchassbucky 🤍

Pairing: college!bucky x college!reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: explicit language, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v sex (don’t be like them—safe sex is best!), slight breeding kink if you squint, praise kink, pet names, fluffy morning sex, goofy established relationship talk, and SMUT 18+ ONLY (MINORS DNI)

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“Bucky!” You squealed, laughing as you felt your body being pulled backwards into the bed–metal hand wrapped in the hem of your sleep shirt.

The softness of the bed welcomed you back as Bucky hovered over you with a grin plastered on his face. You had long forgotten how many times you had been pulled back into bed since your initial alarm went off. As you gazed upon the man before you, a warmth began to work its way up your body–beginning at your toes and ending just before your shoulders. Bucky’s hair was equivalent only to a bird's nest–strands going in every which direction, molded by his pillow during sleep. Not to mention the puffiness to his eyes, indicating that the two of you stayed up entirely too late last night to be trying to get up for your first class of the day on time.

Small lines decorated each side of his nose as he looked down upon you, his own cerulean eyes taking in every square inch of your face. The familiar warm feeling flushing your body caused a nervous giggle to slip from your chest and your toes to curl slightly. Each time Bucky looked at you, it gave the reminiscent feeling of how you felt the night the two of you had met. In fact, he still looked at you like he did that night–like every time was the first time he fell in love with you all over again.

Bucky was a lot of things but there was nothing he was more than hopelessly and desperately in love with you.

“I need to go to class, Buck.” Your fingers toyed with the shirt that hung from his body, attempting to make your voice sound stern and serious.

“Mmm, no. I don’t think you do.” Bucky retorted softly, leaning down and pressing his lips against your jaw.

Your fingers slowly curled around the material of his shirt–a breath catching in your throat as his lips moved deliberately across the curve of your jaw. Bucky’s lips moved at a painstakingly slow pace, but each move was calculated–he knew the exact place in which to put his lips to make you forget all about anything that wasn’t him.

Effortlessly, Bucky moved from his position beside you to be directly over your frame. Both of his hands found home on either side of your head as his lips continued to work their way down to your neck. Your brain was still yelling at you to get up and not ditch class again–but all you could muster up was a pathetic, barely there tug on Bucky’s shirt. The action did practically nothing except earn a small chuckle from your boyfriend.

“C’mon, baby…” Bucky trailed off as his lips worked against your pulse point, sucking gently before pulling off with a small pop.

“Just a little makin’ out…we can still make it to class on time.”

Now it was your turn to laugh.

“It’s never ‘just making out’ with you, Barnes.” You grumbled, feeling your body melt into the bed.

Bucky simply grinned in response as he continued to move his lips along the expanse of your neck–alternating between kisses and sucks.

A groan passed through your lips and all thoughts of class drifted from your head as you felt Bucky’s hips rest against your own. It wasn’t difficult to notice the growing erection through the thin material of his basketball shorts, especially with the way his hips rolled slowly against yours. As you tried to get your mind to focus on Bucky’s current movements, you felt his hand drift down toward your thigh–his fingertips featherlight as they dragged upwards from your knee.

Shortly after your eyes fluttered closed, the warmth of Bucky’s lips had been removed from your neck. Your mouth shaped into a pout as you opened your eyes to see Bucky’s grinning face above yours once more. Before you had a chance to complain, however, his lips were pressed against your own. The familiar taste of mint toothpaste invaded your senses as his tongue earned entry into your mouth. You reached up to tangle one of your hands into his brown locks as you tried to hold him as close to you as possible.

Kissing Bucky was like something else entirely. There was something about the way his lips moved with yours that made your head feel light and airy. Each kiss from him was somehow different than the last–a mixture of hard and soft, slow and rushed, frantic and calculated. If there were no restrictions or regulations on how you had to spend your time, you would spend every last second of it with your lips pressed against his.

Bucky pulled away from the kiss, chuckling softly as your face continued to chase after his. Huffing, you opened your eyes to pout at him once more. Buck ignored your pout as he reached forward and brushed a strand of hair from your face. Your eyes couldn’t help but train on his tongue as it darted out to wet his lips.

“Wanna taste you…” Bucky’s words were several octaves lower than they had been previously, the bass tones from his voice sending electric shocks through your body, “Can I do that, baby?”

The last few words faded almost to a whisper–a subtle decrescendo that lit every nerve-ending in your body ablaze with desire. Unable to properly form a response, you simply nodded your head with great fervor.

Bucky made quick work of moving himself down between your legs and peeling your panties off–tossing them behind himself with no concern about where they ended up. Bucky’s large hands pushed your t-shirt up your abdomen, just above your belly button as he leaned his head against the inner part of your knee with a sigh.

“There she is.” He whispered softly.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the man between your legs.

“What did we say about you talking to my vagina, Buck?” You chastised, doing your best to hold back the laugh bubbling in your chest.

It was obvious that he had tuned you out–completely oblivious to the fact that you were even talking at all, let alone at him.

Gently, Bucky’s fore and middle finger dragged down your slit. You bit your lip at the sensation, watching intently how his lips parted as he looked at your glistening core and the way his fingers glided across the soft skin.

The look in his eyes, however, quickly turned from admiration to hunger and lust. Licking his lips, Bucky leaned in and pressed a kiss to the top of your mound before dragging his tongue slowly through your folds. You felt yourself inhale sharply as your fists clenched around the bed sheets. You had absolutely no earthly idea how you could still be so sensitive from the night before–a solid 8-10 hours having passed since the last time you had found yourself in this position.

Bucky’s tongue moved slowly up and down your folds at first–his head moving in a linear motion up to the top of your clit and down to the edge of your hole. Each pass of his tongue made your breathing quicken, your fingers dig tighter into the sheets they were wrapped around. The long, languid motions of his tongue turned into broad, short strokes–eventually transitioning into small, rapid flicking motions over your clit. A broken moan tumbled from you as you felt your hips begin to jerk against his mouth, desperate for more friction. Just as you felt your hips lower back to the bed, you felt Bucky’s large hands splayed across your hip bones–tethering your body down.

Just as he kissed, Bucky always made sure to use several different techniques when it came to eating your pussy. There was never a distinct pattern–sometimes alternating between long strokes and shaking his head back and forth to spelling out a love letter to you with his tongue on your clit. This morning there was simply too much going on for you to even begin to focus on exactly what it was he was doing–all you knew is that it felt fucking amazing.

“Jesus–fuck–Bucky, right there! Oh my god, please do that again.” You whined loudly as he took your clit into his mouth and hummed around it.

Bucky obediently followed your command, dragging one of his hands away from your hips to gently press the tip of his finger against your hole. As he repeated his action once more, he pressed his finger inside of you at the same time–turning his wrist so that he could curl his finger upwards inside of you. A string of, “yes”s poured from your mouth as you began to rock your hips against his mouth once more. The pressure building in the bottom of your abdomen was reaching its peak.

“C’mon, baby. I want you to cum all over my face–can you be a good girl and do that for me, hmm?” Bucky smirked as you desperately nodded for him, “Mmm, that’s right. Of course you can.”

Bucky’s mouth attached itself to you and he wasted no time in adding an additional finger into your dripping pussy. The sounds coming from Bucky’s mouth were absolutely obscene–mixed with the sound coming from the quick thrusting of his fingers was enough to almost make him cum on the spot. Bucky’s hips ground into the bed as he mumbled into your cunt.

“Atta girl, you can do it, give it to me.”

The combination of his mouth, fingers, and encouragement quickly caused the band within your abdomen to snap. Bucky hungrily lapped up your release, still moving his fingers just enough to help you ride out your high. Your hips stuttered slightly as you grabbed his wrist, holding it in place to cut down on some of the stimulation to your sensitive cunt. Your head fell back against the pillows as you panted, tossing an arm over your eyes for a moment in an attempt to rest and catch your breath. A soft pair of lips could be felt on the inner part of your thighs and the removal of his fingers from your channel caused you to whine.

“You did such a good job, baby. Taste so fuckin’ good.”

The pair of lips found home on your hip bones, moving slowly toward the middle part of your abdomen as you sighed–breathing finally coming back to a normal tempo. Dropping your hand back to your side, you looked down at your boyfriend as he kissed along your soft belly. His hair dangled slightly in front of his face, but it was still possible to make out the soft movements of his lips against your skin. As though he could feel your eyes on him, Bucky looked up at you from under his lashes–a giant grin spreading across his face as his gaze landed upon yours. Pulling up from your skin, the grin stayed in place as he tilted his head to the side.

“You wanna fuck now?” The words left his lips as though they were the simplest thing in the world to say. Almost as if the connotation meant something completely different to him than it did to anyone else.

And for some reason–that was so, so hot.

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you nodded once more at him. Defying the impossible, the grin on his face somehow grew even bigger. Bucky quickly rid himself of his clothes–his cock bobbing against the edge of his abdomen slightly as it was freed. It appeared as though you could see it throb with anticipation as he spit into his hand and pumped himself a few times.

Bucky helped you move your legs open and back for him, lining his cock to your entrance before coming down onto his hands again on either side of your face. Although you had been in this position with him before, there was something so vulnerable about the moments before the two of you had sex. It seemed as though every time Bucky had to take in your face, your body–every inch of you before he could start. This time was no different.

As his eyes gazed upon your body and settled finally on your own, he opened his mouth to speak.

“Can I cum inside you this time?” His voice was barely audible.

His question sent a shiver down your spine and if you weren’t biting your lip–you probably would’ve moaned.

It wasn’t a smart idea. You knew it wasn’t a smart idea. Sure, you were on an effective form of birth control–but you knew that didn’t necessarily mean anything. Bucky would never pressure you into doing something you didn’t want to and you knew that he would gladly reach inside the bedside table and put on a condom if you told him you weren’t comfortable with it. But that little voice in the back of your head just kept saying…

“Yes.” You whispered back, looking deep into his eyes as you reached up and held his face in your hands, “Please. I want you to cum inside me.”

The two of you were silent for a moment–your tandem heavy breathing the only sound filling the room before Bucky leaned down and kissed you harshly. You gladly returned the intensity and felt the excitement begin to bubble up within you.

The two of you had been close, intimate–but never quite like this.

Bucky pulled back slowly before looking down, pushing the tip of his cock into your entrance before looking up to make eye contact with you as he pushed the rest of the way inside. Lips parted, eyebrows furrowed together, and a soft sound of pleasure on your lips.

Bucky thought you looked like a goddamn Monet.

You exhaled a shaky breath as you tried to relax and allow your body to adjust to the stretch and burn that came along with Bucky burying himself inside of you. Tremoring hands wrapped themselves around his neck as you pulled him down to kiss him again—delicate and slow, soft lips against chapped.

Bucky groaned as he heard you whisper a soft, “more.” Gently, he began to move his hips in a rhythmic motion against yours. The feeling of your warmth enveloping him was enough to make Bucky bust on the spot. The two of you remained forehead to forehead as Bucky began to find his pace.

One of the things you loved the most about Bucky was how vocal he was whenever the two of you were intimate with one another. Bucky wasn’t afraid to moan, to speak. As his hips began to find a rhythm the two of you recited breathy moans into one each others mouths.

“Fuck, baby.” Bucky groaned, voice never reaching above a whisper, “you feel so fucking good.”

Your hands tangled themselves into his hair as your back arched off the bed. Due to the lack of barrier between the two of you—you molded to every ridge, vein, and thrust. One particular movement of his hips had you gasping loudly and tugging particularly hard on his hair.

A breathless chuckle echoed above you.

“Did I find your spot, baby?” Bucky adjusted himself so that his hands were wrapped around your hips and his cock hit the target with every single thrust.

“Oh my god, Bucky, please don’t stop!” You squealed as your eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.

Bucky faltered slightly as he saw the way your face contorted in pleasure. A small curse fell from his lips as he began speeding up his thrusts, desperate to make you feel your absolute best.

“I know you’re—fuck—know you’re close, baby. Play with your clit for me, want you to make a mess on my cock.” Bucky grunted as he pulled one of your legs over his shoulder to gain some leverage.

You opened your eyes to look at him, jaw hung slack as the warmth began to build in your body. Maintaining eye contact you slipped a hand between your legs and began to rub your clit in tight circles.

“Fuck.” The sound was high pitched, breathy—almost whiney as it came from Bucky’s mouth.

The combined sensation of your fingers on your clit and the tip of Bucky’s cock reaching deeper and deeper inside of you with each thrust has you tumbling over the edge before you even had a chance to warn him.

The lower half of your body shook from the intensity of your orgasm as Bucky let out a string of curses as you squeezed the life out of his cock. His motions slowed just a touch as you rode out your high. As your vision came back to you, you looked up at your boyfriend—face pink tinged and sweaty as he worked above you, hair still wild from sleep.

Bucky had made you feel incredible from the moment you woke up. Even though you knew he was feeling just fine right now, you also knew how much he loved when you were on top. Licking your lips and attempting to bring moisture back to your throat, you spoke.

“Baby, baby—let me be on top. Please? I wanna ride you, please.”

Bucky muttered something you couldn’t quite hear before pulling out and readjusting the two of you on the end so you were straddling his waist. Strong, calloused hands grabbed your face with an intensity that made your cheeks squish together.

“I fucking love you, God, I fucking love you so much.” Bucky’s lips came crashing onto yours as you laughed breathlessly into the kiss.

As you pulled away you gave him a small smile before looking down and grabbing his cock—leading him into your entrance and sliding back onto him. Both of you moaned, this time Bucky was the one to lean his head back with his eyes shut tight. You began to move your hips in small circles as you adjusted once more to him.

“Slow, slow, slow—fuck.” Bucky pleaded. The desperation in his voice went straight to your dripping cunt.

His strong hands once more found home on your hips as he helped you move against him.

One hand placed against his chest as the other groped and kneaded your breast, rolling your nipples with your fingers as you moaned.

“So goddamn perfect, baby. God you’re fucking incredible.” Bucky panted as his eyes traveled along your body. Jaw falling open as he watched the way his cock disappeared inside of you with each movement of your hips.

“You wanna make me cum, hmm? You gonna make me cum in that pretty little cunt?”

You nodded your head desperately as you began to move your hips even faster.

“Please, I want you to fill me up so bad, Buck. Wanna feel you for weeks.”

“Go ahead, go on baby, use your cock. Make me cum.” Bucky grunted, digging his fingers again into your hips.

Placing both hands on his shoulders you began to alternate between circling your hips and bouncing up and down on him. Bucky’s moans quickly changed to whimpers and became more and more breathy as you moved up and down on him.

“That’s it, oh fuck baby, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna—“ Bucky moaned loudly, his head falling back against the wall with a thud as he painted your walls with his spend.

Even as he was cursing and panting through his peak, Bucky slipped two fingers between your body’s and circled your clit for you. A few rolls of your hips was all it took before you were following behind him.

As you came down from your high, your body slumped against Bucky. Bare chest to bare chest, the two of you lay panting and sweaty as you tried to regain strength and slow your breathing.

“You…are fucking amazing.” Bucky finally spoke after a few moments.

You were unable to hold back your laughter at your boyfriend’s nonchalant attitude. As you sat up and looked at him, Bucky joined you in your laughter.

“And you’re…something else.” You giggled as Bucky gave you a grin and squeezed your hips.

The two of you stayed connected for a few moments before Bucky gently pulled himself out of you. After getting up and grabbing a towel to clean you up with, Bucky spread your legs gently—earning a groan accompanied by dragging his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby. Watching my cum drip out of you is…” Bucky trailed off, mesmerized at your mixed release.

You whined and hid your face, embarrassed at the way your boyfriend was gazing upon you. After a moment, Bucky gently cleaned you up before disposing of the towel and crawling back into bed with you.

The two of you embraced—your head nuzzling into his neck as he wrapped his arms around you. You let out a blissful sigh as you felt your body form to his once more.

“Told you it’s never just making out with you.” You teased, grinning as you felt his body move as he chuckled.

Bucky’s lips pressed against your forehead and the two of you laid in silence for a few moments.

“You know, trying new things seems to work out pretty good for us…” Bucky spoke in a cheeky tone, causing you to laugh.

You nuzzled your head further into him as you hummed.

“Mmm, yeah. You’re right. Have something in mind?”

Bucky was quiet for a moment as he dragged his fingers up and down your spine.

“What do you think about a threesome?”

[fluffyprettykitty]

Night Fillings

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem! reader (no other specifications)

Word Count: 874 words

Outline: Night session with your favourite neighbor. PWP.

Warnings: Mean! Dom! Matt, unprotected sex, light exhibitionism, riding, degradation, use of slut, light biting, if I missed anything or tagged something wrong please let me know!

Author’s Note: first time writing smut for my favourite baby boy, thank you so so so much to @late-to-the-party-81​ for beta reading this and helping me out, and to @bitchassbucky​ for encouraging me with this piece. Mwah. 

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics​

🌟 Please reblog and comment if you want to, all feedback is appreciated and warmly encouraged 🌟

Main Masterlist ・❥・Matt Murdock Masterlist

THIS IS A NSFW DRABBLE. MINORS PLEASE DNI. 

Matt sighed deeply at the feeling of the figure in front of him. You were ready and almost too desperate, waiting for his touch, your body squirming. His beloved touch, the only reason why you’d left your friends in the middle of your night out and jumped ship once you saw him. You couldn’t deny what he gave you. Who else could give you more?

As for him, he was cocky, way too cocky, as his eyes glistened, his breath hitched, with you on top of him, some clothes thrown on the floor, others half off, his tie around your neck, your hands on his head ruffling his hair before gripping it. 

What a sight to see, the good girl next door riding her neighbor like her life depended on it. From the drawn window the sight of you bouncing up and down on his cock, struggling to take him all in, could be seen and you didn't mind it at all. 

“Come on sweetheart, I know you can do better than that, didn’t practically beg me to come back with your sweet ass to your house just for you to disappoint me, huh?”

He was barely moving, a smirk curled on his lips. He could feel all that was running through your body and mind, your insides burning with your desire, but unfortunately, you were not used to it, used to him; some things are way too tight. You kept on struggling, the sound of his chuckle filling you with more confidence that you could do this. You were trying harder, rotating your hips and trying to stretch yourself more, as you gripped on his hair, a loud moan escaping from your lips. He only laughed a little, his chest vibrating with the low sound. 

“Looks like you got all the time in the world, little one”

In the cold of the night, your breathing was getting heavy and uneven, his hands firmly outstretched on the couch beside him, not helping at all with your struggle, instead of wanting to hear, and indulge in, all of the sounds you were making. Your mouth hung open, wet sounds filling the room. oh, he loved it so much, you could tell by the way his cock twitched inside your pussy.

You switched from rotating your hips to bouncing up and down again, his girth burning you so much that it made you squeal. His enhanced hearing allowed him to hear all of your micro noises caused by the way his cock was stretching you out, increasing his pride. 

Delicately, but needily, your hands moved from his hair to his shoulders, steadying yourself as you pushed against him, finally sinking down. With a loud groan, you stilled for a moment trying to adjust to his size.

Then he laughed for a second time. Oh, he was cocky all right. 

"Finally managed to take me all the way in, huh? Was starting to get bored over here, felt like taking a nap. " 

You began to whine at his words, even though you loved it because you wanted to please him so bad 

"Matt please, I can't -fuck Matt is it’s too big, I can't, it burns, please, please, please." Your words sounded like a chant, and he did love it when women begged, the more desperate the better.

His eyes darkened as he suddenly, and forcibly, grabbed your hands by your wrists and wrapped his body around yours, turning you around and pushing your body to the couch. You tipped your ass up in anticipation, arching your back and helping him push his cock inside you from behind. He didn’t waste a moment as he thrust inside you hard, one big arm now next to your face, the other hand holding your wrists, his chin above your head.

He pounded into you hard and fast, both your heart rates rising. 

He held your wrists hostage with his strong hands as he is pounded inside you at a brutal pace, devouring your body and ruining you for any other man, just as he wanted. Your mouth hung open, only unintelligible grunts leaving your lips. 

"Is this what you wanted, sweetheart, to get fucked by my cock,? You thought you could take it, that you could handle it?" He shook his head

"No you fucking can't, only I know what you can take or not. Crawling to me like a pathetic little slut wanting to get filled. No one else can fuck you like I do, huh? "

Soon though, you felt a warmth inside you as he finished, filling you up with what you had craved the most. The burn was finally gone, leaving you filled with his seed and wondering what he was going to do next as he placed soft, tender kisses on your shoulder, having bitten you as he came, slowing his movements until his hips stopped completely.

"Time to scream more, baby girl.” 

He tapped on your back, pulling out of it and turning you around again. You looked at him, blissfully fucked but in need of more. He knelt in front of you and left a trail of kisses from your belly to your pussy.

Oh, this was going to be a long-ass night!

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Unconventional Date Night by @lovelyavengers

Little Spoon by @musingsinmoonlight

Sunday tiny drabble:) by @sammiesonyourleft

The vow by @scandinavianfairytale

Confessions by @bemine-bucky

I'll Make It Short by @kingbuckyx

Book Smart by @indyluckycharlie

Hurry Home by @jobean12-blog

Diamonds & Granola Bars by @suitofvibraniumarmor

Long Day by @self-indulgent-imagination

Dragon by @buckysknifecollection

im too lazy to write a fic so heres various headcanons about Sam Wilson and Relationships by @mayonnaise-and-anarchy

Prompt: I'm so proud of you by @barnestuff

you make my dreams come true by @samwlscns

Never Planned On You by @hellotvshowtrash

Sick by @mellowavengersstuff

Fluff!! by @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog

Take you home by @ginagrey

time can wait by @elysianrogers

Seen (angst with fluff. tw: depression) by @pinknerdpanda​

Bringing The Cheer by @amanda-teaches

Back To You by @bitchassbucky

In This House You Are Safe by @harrysweasleys

I'll Be Home for Christmas by @jbbarnesandnoble

caffeine kisses ☕️ by @jamalflanagan

Delirious by @xoxoavenger

3 am. Kisses by @beelicious-barnes

Just Another Day by @jewels2876

smooth talker by @shmaptainhotchner

lover by @roger-that-cap

Forward (DDLG themes) by @honeydulcewrites

‘till death blooms us art (angst with happy ending) by @divine-mistake

@bvckysmoon:

scary love

a christmas miracle

@thighs-of-betrayal-blog:

My Only Concern (angst/fluff)

Rough Couple of Days

@barnesandco

I'm spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we're both drunk

Light pink sky up on the roof // Sun sinks down, no curfew // Twenty questions, we tell the truth

@xbuchananbarnes:

Paper Thin

here we go again

@justagirlinafandomworld

Say Yes

Worth It

@ambrosiase:

in a garden of wilted flowers (angst with happy ending)

there are many ways to say, i love you

@ofstarsandvibranium:

A Touch of Normal

Come Stop Your Crying

@moonlight-prose:

fooled around and fell in love

finally

easy living

@whisperlullaby

Let Me Come Home

The Perfect Dress

What's the tune

@princessmisery666:

Lazy Morning

A Reason To Come Home

Adventures In Babysitting Captain America & The Winter Soldier

Dance

@historygeekfics:

First Date with Sam

Gentle Knight

Big Spoon (nightmares and fluff!)

Prompt was crafts

@world-of-aus:

Pre-mission Jitters

Fall Tradition

Take A Ride With Me

Spooktacular Sight

@samwilsonshandsandass:

Five Times Sam Kissed You First And One Time You Kissed Him First (A/N: I basically wanted to make it unbearably fluffy.)

The Massage (A/N:I just wanted to pamper Sam)

Samtember 10 Secret Admirer (A/N:Sam just deserves some flowers)

@19ana45:

The Best Part of it All

Kiss Me Better

Let it Snow

Close Your Eyes and Kiss Me Now

Time for Love

@aynanasstuff:

Abhi Na Jao Chhod Kar

Dance For You

Blissed Out (A/N: 18+ but still really fluffy)

The Way You Look At Me

There She Is (hurt comfort)

The Wilsons' Residence

@etherealthors:

if you ever want to be in love (angst, fluff)

baby, i still see ya

i can't sleep until i feel your touch

you and i remain the same

(we can be like they are) come on, baby

[babyboibucky]

Salt, Sugar and Viruses

Pairing: Office!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You’ve been secretly making coffee for Bucky at the office.

Word Count: 1,962

Warnings: Two idiots just doing idiot things

A/N: This was done in a haste so I kinda hate it lol but I can’t get this story out of my head and thanks to @bitchassbucky for pushing me to write a full fic of this 🥰 luv u 🥺

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"You have a crush on Barnes' grumpy ass?!" Sam choked out.

You angrily hushed him and frantically looked around the pantry to make sure that your secret was still safe. Fortunately, only you, Sam and Nat were inside having your respective afternoon breaks.

"What? He's nice. And cute." you told Sam as you stirred your coffee, smiling to yourself at the thought of your office crush, Bucky.

"How'd you even meet him, he works all the way at the IT department." Sam asked.

Nat snorted recalling the encounters she witnessed for the past few months. Some of which were unintentional but most of them? You had carefully planned out just so you could come up with an excuse to request for Bucky's assistance.

"She might have gotten viruses in her computer once...or twice. Or thrice." Nat teased.

The first time you met Bucky was when most of your files suddenly got corrupted. It was hella embarrassing because you didn't know shit about how computers worked and well, you've been illegally downloading torrents since the office's internet connection was a gift from the internet gods. Without a doubt, your computer was a nest for viruses.

Bucky showed up in your floor that morning and you almost sunk into your seat from shame. You'd heard the IT Department complain about everybody else in the office messing up their computer systems. When you turned around, Bucky greeted you with a charming smile and soft hello. You could still remember how he felt when he stayed behind you as you sat on your chair, bending over to take your mouse in his hand.

God, he smelled so good you almost turned your head to nuzzle your face into his neck.

He was very soft-spoken you realized; Bucky was kind enough to walk you through the process and to be honest, you couldn't recall a damn thing he said. Something about firewalls? And shields? Whatever, you didn't really listen. You just stared at Bucky as he explained everything, solving your problem in less than fifteen minutes.

Since then, your crush for Bucky grew bigger. You'd entered the elevator together a couple of times, shared small conversations that made your heart flutter. When those little moments didn't seem enough, you started your devious plan to fuck up your computer a bit. By the third time Bucky fixed your computer, he was already comfortable enough to tease you for being a "virus magnet".

"Hello? Young lady, come back to earth." Sam snapped his finger right in front of your face, interrupting your thoughts.

You clicked your tongue at him and swatted his hand away. "If you ever tell this to anyone, Wilson. You are dead." you warned, poinitng a finger at him.

Sam rolled his eyes, "It's so unfair how he's kind to you. Last time I requested for his assistance he got all smug and grumpy at me." he complained.

Nat shook her head in amusment, "That's because you've been downloading porn. You know the IT department can access our browser histories, right?"

You choked on your coffe, "WHAT?!"

Nat narrowed her eyes at you, "You been up to no good for you to react like that?"

You faceplamed, "I've been stalking his Facebook account."

Sam chortled, "What are you, in high school? Jesus, calm down. You're gonna be fine. Why don't you just tell him you like him?"

You made a face, "I'm not Nat to have the guts to do that."

Nat hummed, bringing her mug to the sink to wash it. "Why don't you start by making him coffee?"

"I don't know how he likes his coffee."

You received a pointed look from both your friends. You groaned in defeat, "Okay, fine. I know how Bucky likes his coffee."

Nat smirked, "Stalker."

-

Bucky always arrived in the office half an hour before nine in the morning. This gives him time to settle into his cubicle, buy a sandwich at the stall downstairs and to make himself a cup of coffee. It was his daily routine and upon going back to his desk after buying his breakfast sandwich, Bucky was surprised to see a cup of newly brewed coffee on his desk.

He looked around but there were no signs of anyone. There wasn't even a note of some sort. Carefully, he brought the cup to his face and inhaled its scent. Shrugging, he took a tiny sip.

-

"How's the little secret admirer doing?" Nat asked, grabbing a chair and sitting down beside you.

You deadpanned, "I've been leaving him his coffee for an entire week now and nothing's happened yet."

Nat frowned, "Are you kidding me? Why would you expect for something to happen when you haven't been leaving any clues?" she said.

"I'm shy, okay?! Maybe I should hide somewhere, check for his reaction. See whether I have a chance." you shrugged.

It was stupid of you to leave the coffee on Bucky's desk. You never stayed to wait for him. You just left it there without a note or anything that would even give him a clue about you and your little crush on him. You knew the reason why, of course. You were afraid of rejection. Sometimes, you'd feel like you have a chance with him since he was always so kind and warm to you. Not to mention, everyone in the office knows him to be grumpy but around you, he was totally the opposite of that.

But then again, maybe he was just nice to you because you were nice to him too.

-

One morning after leaving Bucky his coffee, you finally decided to leave him a note. You ran back to your cubicle to get a post-it and a pen. Before you could even walk around your desk, you spotted Bucky headed over to the pantry, the cup of coffee in his hand.

"Fuck, okay. Maybe I should just directly ask him out?" you thought to yourself.

You quickly followed Bucky into the pantry and almost whined when you saw that Sam was inside as well. You widened your eyes at him, signalling for him to leave but Sam was preoccupied on observing Bucky who seemed to be in a bad mood.

"Rough morning?" Sam just had to ask as you awkwardly stood by the doorway, finding the right timing to butt in.

Bucky's forehead creased as he let out a huff, "Rough weeks, actually." he answered.

You opened your mouth to say something comforting, wanting to lift Bucky's spirits up but he turned around and glanced at you and then back to Sam.

"Does anyone hate me in this office?" Bucky asked.

You and Sam exchanged looks, both of utter confusion before shaking your heads in unison. "Why'd you ask?" Sam asked.

Bucky lifted the cup of coffee that you made, "Someone's been making me coffee." he stated.

You cleared your throat, "...is it bad?" you asked.

Bucky made a face, "Terrible actually."

Ouch.

"I mean, the first time I saw it I was actually flattered. And then I took a sip and it's just...salty." Bucky said, pouring the coffee into the sink before throwing it into the bin.

Sam's head snapped towards your direction, his face almost red from biting back a laugh. Your face heated up at the realization that you've been putting salt into Bucky's coffee instead of sugar. All this time. You wanted to disappear right then and there. And Sam had to be the one to witness your huge failure.

"I thought it was a mistake since the next day, there was another coffee on my desk. I tried it out and it's still salty. It lasted a week, you guys. And I was dumb enough to keep on tasting it in hopes that it might have been a genuine mistake. But now I'm starting to think that someone hates me that much to fuck my coffee up." Bucky explained, face scrunched up into a mixture of irritation and curiosity.

Sam failed to stifle his laughter and exploded, "Funniest shit I've ever heard." he told Bucky before standing up and making his way to the door where you stood.

Your face was red and if the salt and sugar mishap was already humiliating enough, Sam decided to make things even worse for you.

"You really need to check the labels before pouring shit into his coffee." and with that, Sam gave your shoulder a squeeze before leaving the pantry.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself. When you opened them, Bucky was staring at you with an expression you couldn't paint.

"Did you...were you the one leaving me coffee?" he asked.

You secretly pinched yourself in the arm to check whether you were just dreaming. Fuck, you hoped you were having a nightmare but the pain that you felt made it clear that you totally fucked up.

You nodded in embarrassment.

"You hate me that much?" Bucky asked in disbelief, as if he was offended that out of all people, it had to be you.

You quickly shook your head, "No, God no! I just...it's because I..." you stammered, trying to find the courage to spit out the words you've been dying to tell Bucky.

Bucky tilted his head, "Because you...?" he urged.

Your hands balled into fists as you let out another deep breath. Bucky probably hates you right now, but whatever. This was your only chance and to hell, you were going to confess.

"Because I like you?"

You didn't think that Bucky's confused look could even turn more...well, confused. But he was looking at you incredulously as though you've grown a second head, or a third head.

"You like me so you decided to put salt in my coffee?" he asked again.

You honestly didn't know who sounded even more stupid now, you or Bucky. Because if he still didn't understand what was going on, he was dense as fuck.

"No!" you explained. "I wanted to make you a decent cup of coffee but I guess I was too careless and didn't realize that I've been putting in salt instead of sugar." you said.

Bucky didn't say anything after that. He just stared at you, but he didn't seem confused anymore. If any, he looked like he was processing the entire situation.

"You like me." he stated again.

Will your embarrassment ever end?!

"Yes, Bucky. And I messed up my chance and you know what? I'm just going to show myself out and leave you alone." you told him and forced a fake grin before attempting to walk out.

A hand gripped your wrist, pulling you back into the pantry. This time, Bucky was the one who looked embarrassed.

"I might have...done something pretty stupid too." he said, avoiding your gaze as he rubbed the back of his neck.

You eyed him suspiciously, "What do you mean?"

"I uhh...I did something to your computer...the day before you requested for my assistance for the first time." Bucky admitted shyly.

It was your turn to get muddled at Bucky's confession. "But why?" you asked.

Bucky offered a shy smile, "Because I've been seeing you around the building and thought you were cute."

And then everything clicked. It was a light bulb moment for the both of you.

"Oh. Ohhh okay. I see." you said before suddenly breaking into laughter.

Bucky joined you and scratched his head, "I guess we're both idiots." he said, placing his hands inside his pockets as he stared at you.

"This went...way more interesting than I thought." you said with a nod.

There was a pause before you decided to speak up, "So, do you want coffee?"

Bucky beamed at you as he nodded, "As long as you'll use sugar this time."

-

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Just a Headache

Sam Wilson x platonic!gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 785

WARNINGS: mentions of dying, no reader pronouns used

REQUESTED: /, fluff

SUMMARY: You somehow end up on a road trip with Sam and honestly, you’re not complaining.

A/N: hello! sam was highly voted on my form so i decided to finally write something for him. i had no idea what to write until a @creativepromptsforwriting's post appeared on my dash. jana, you’re amazing, you once again gave me inspiration to write. anyway, i hope you, whoever is reading this, enjoys it! gif credits to @bitchassbucky

You have no idea how you ended up here but you’re so glad you did. You knew there was a mission and even though it was a successful one, you had been slightly injured. So, your team, worried about its members like it always is, sent you to a hospital. The trick was that the nearer hospital is three hours away if you travel via car and since the other half of the team that was sent on another mission had taken the jet, you were stuck on the road with a person that was picked to suffer with you. To your luck, that person was none other than Sam Wilson. You knew the trip won’t be so boring now, he’s a funny guy - at least now you won’t suffer as much as you predicted you would.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks, momentarily turning to you but not for long since he has to keep his eyes on the road.

“Sam, I’m fine,” you tell him for the millionth time, once again answering the question he kept repeating. You weren’t angry though, just slightly annoyed; you knew his intentions were good, he just tends to be a bit overprotective at times.

“Okay, just making sure,” he mutters, stealing another glance. Your face is slightly scrunched, due to the light headache. You knew all you needed was a good, long nap and it would go away, but Steve insisted you get checked out at a hospital - the other members didn’t disagree with him either. He thought you might have a concussion. He was overreacting as always, but you couldn’t deny the little smile that tried to creep up to the surface when you realised just how much the team actually cared for one another.

Turning on the radio, you readjusted the ice pack you were holding to the part of the head that took the blow, slightly moving it, so another cold part was pressed to your aching skull.

“You’re very lucky, you do realise that right?” Sam started again, a groan slipping past your lips. You went over this a thousand times already.

“I know, I know. But Sam, it happened, it’s in the past now. Can we please not dwell on it?” you plead, a sigh escaping his mouth.

“I’m just glad you’re alive,” he finally murmurs after a couple of long seconds, a slight smirk appearing on your face.

“Aww, you know you'd miss me too much,” you tease, earning an eye roll from the man.

“Of course, I would,” he replies, a slightly mocking tone accomplishing his words. You almost melt at his words - even though he played it out as if he was kidding, you knew he was far from joking. He meant what he said.

“Well, I’m glad I didn't die then,” you smile, softly looking at his side profile. He can feel your eyes staring at him, but he has to stay focused on the road. You’re nearing a high traffic area, and he wouldn’t want to crash into somebody; so he settles on taking your hand in his, a gesture he learned comforts you. You’re grateful for it, he somehow always manages to figure out exactly what you need. “Thank you,” you almost whisper, too afraid to break the comfortable silence.

“For what?” he softly questions, slight confusion evident on his face.

“For taking care of me, for driving three hours to the hospital, waiting for me there and then driving three hours back. Not a lot of people would do that for another person,” you state, a grin appearing on Sam’s face.

“You’re right. Not a lot of people would, so you can be damn happy I love you as much as I do,” he replies, earning a light, joking smack on the arm from you. It's not the first time he had said those words to you - you have heard it come out of his mouth more than a couple of times, yet it still spreads a warm feeling through your chest every single time.

“I love you too,” you mutter, adding a quiet “idiot” under your breath right after. You made sure to be loud enough for him to hear but not enough to seem like you wanted him to.

“I heard that!” he exclaims, a laugh escaping your throat, his own chuckles following soon after. "We're here," he then murmurs, pulling to the parking lot in front of the unfamiliar hospital.

You press a quick peck to his cheek when the two of you exit the car, thanking him for doing this once again. He simply looks at you, that look telling you more than words ever could.

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[pepperonijem]

When He Sees Me || Peter Parker

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Pairing:  Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: um peter might be a little ooc and that’s because i’m writing about my unfortunate crush but i basically just changed his name to peter parker any resemblance to real persons living or dead is purely coincidental <3 

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: What if when he sees me, I like him and he knows it? What if he opens up a door and I can’t close it? Catching feelings for your best friend is never easy.

A/N: This fic is sponsored in part by @bitchassbucky, @spiderrpcrker, @shurisneakers, @midnightsunfae, and @blackberrybucky who instead of shutting down my feelings, hyped me up to turn my crush and some of the things that we’ve done into a fic <3 this goes out to anyone who has ever started crushing on their best friend.

Oh God, please don’t walk this way, please don’t wa-

“Oh, hey Peter!” The crack in your voice betrayed your attempt at a casual greeting, despite your efforts to disguise it with a cough. “How’s it-- how’s it hanging?”

“You good?” Peter smiled at you but his eyebrow quirked upwards in concern. “I just wanted to make sure we’re still on for tonight?” His concern faded into a wide grin as you nodded in response. Peter gave you a quick goodbye before walking away towards his next class.

As soon as you saw him turn into the classroom, you turned to face your closed locker, letting out a groan before setting your forehead against it. Peter had asked if you were good, and although you nodded, the butterflies in your stomach threatened to give you away. You were very much not good.

A tap on your shoulder snapped you out of your thoughts and you turned to see your friend MJ. “What did Peter do this time?” MJ asked. For the last month, every interaction with Peter -- there have been a lot -- ended this way: a groan of defeat and a few welted lines on your forehead from holding your head against your locker. You turned to give MJ a dirty look, annoyed by the amused smirk on her face.

“Absolutely nothing,” you sighed, finally lifting your head up to talk to her. You opened your locker as you talked, not wanting to make eye contact with MJ as you confessed your feelings. “He just… smiled… and everything went downhill from there.” You rolled your eyes as MJ laughed. “It’s getting worse, I have no idea how I’m going to get through tonight.”

MJ laid a hand on your shoulder. “Well we’ll all be there,” she offered. “And if it makes you feel better, no one’s even noticed. Just act normal and you’ll be fine.” She shrugged her shoulders as if that was the easiest thing to do. But you couldn’t act normal anymore, not with Peter. Not when normal means resting your head against his shoulder every time he makes you laugh. Not when normal means borrowing his clothes when his aunt May tells you to stay the night every time a study session runs too long. Not when normal means wearing the extra sweater he keeps for you because you always forget yours.

Normal was when you didn’t feel butterflies everytime he looked at you, before your curious heart got the better of you and you began to wonder what it might be like to hold his hand. Now, things were just weird. At least for you. Nothing on the surface had changed, no one noticed how your heart rate picked up every time Peter touched you, or how you suddenly felt hot whenever he winked at you. But inside your heart was navigating uncharted territory in your friendship, trying to traipse along the thin line that separated how things have always been and how you suddenly wish things could be.

Pulling your textbook out of your locker, you shut the locker door a just a little bit more aggressively than necessary. MJ gave you a small hug before linking her arm through yours as you walked to your next class.

For the rest of the day, you found it impossible to focus on anything. Instead of taking down notes on George Orwell in English, you found yourself absentmindedly doodling hearts. Everything just reminded you of Peter and your own confusing feelings. Thankfully, you didn’t share any classes with him today, leaving you enough solitude to think about just why you were so frustrated with yourself.

Logically, you knew there was nothing wrong with having a crush on someone. You’ve had plenty of crushes before, a few of which reflected a temporary lapse in judgement on your part. You remember telling Peter about each of them, gushing about the most basic acts of human decency as he rolled his eyes and told you that you deserve someone better, but nevertheless helping you pick up the pieces every time someone broke your heart. That, you realized, was what scared you the most.

If you were to date, and then break up… well who would be there with kind words and your favorite boba when everything fell apart? The thought of losing your best friend over emotions, feelings, left far too much to chance. Was the idea of holding his hand, of hearing him call you his enough to make you risk the friendship that has always been enough for you? It should be enough for you, you reminded yourself. There was too much on the line and not enough guarantee for you to risk it.

With that determination in mind, you steeled yourself for the rest of the day, determined to put your feelings to rest and go back to normal.

Unfortunately, that plan quickly fell through.

You got to the restaurant a half hour late with only a really good nap to blame. You felt bad that your friends were waiting for you, but when you got there, you found an empty spot next to Peter, where your usual order of ramen was waiting and against your will, the butterflies flew rampant. The noodle that hit Peter’s nose as he ate while waving you over made you laugh as you sat down beside him.

“I got you your usual,” Peter explained in between bites. You smiled and thanked him before digging in. Peter had done this for you many times, and you willed your body to fight against the flutter of your heart.

Thankfully, the rest of your dinner was going well, and everyone had plenty of stories to tell. MJ had begun doing more portraits of people in distress and revealed her latest piece -- a portrait of Peter slurping up a noodle only to get a rogue drop of soup in his eye. Ned and Betty were off again, but of course they tried to keep it civil (they were on again by the end of the night) so no one would have to pick sides. Flash teased Peter about the B that he made on his literature exam yesterday over poetry and Peter’s face turned beet red.

“Hey,” Peter began, attempting to defend himself. “I totally could’ve made a perfect score. I was just distracted.” He shrunk down in his seat a little bit, and the rest of you laughed teasingly.

“Yeah, you’re telling me,” Flash continued. “You’ve been drawing little hearts all over your notes, dude, it’s unsettling.” He rolled his eyes and took another bite of his food, swirling his fork around the bowl trying to grab as much noodle as possible.

Across the table, you and MJ made eye contact, a look of surprise between the both of you. You tried to signal her to say something before a weird silence fell on the table, but she was not reading your cues. Thankfully, Peter spoke again.

“H-hearts?” He repeated. “Why would I be drawing hearts on my notes?” Although he tried to play it off, the rise in pitch gave him away. He scrunched his face in exaggeration.

“Actually,” Betty began. “Now that I think about it, you were doing that in Spanish class too.” You glanced over at Peter who looked at you with panic in his eyes. You took a long sip of water, suddenly feeling a layer of sweat form at the back of your neck. “Wonder what that’s about.” She shrugged and turned to Ned asking if he wanted to split a slice of cheesecake with her.

Before Peter had a chance to try to defend himself once again, the waitress appeared. “Are you all ready for the check?” she asked.

“Yeah, but we’re splitting the check,” Flash replied. Betty rolled her eyes in response. “What? Just because I’m rich does not mean I have to share the wealth.”

The waitress nodded in response. As she was leaving Peter called her back. “Oh wait,” he called. “I’ll also be paying for this order,” he gestured to your bowl. She smiled at him and headed for the counter.

“Peter,” you smiled. “I have money, I can pay for myself.” Although Peter usually had to order for you, he didn’t usually pay for you, unless it was a special occasion.

“I know, I just wanted to be nice,” he responded, giving your shoulder a playful nudge. “Plus, you seem like you’ve had a rough week. Every time I see you, you seem to be lost in thought. What’s been on your mind?” The sentence came out casually, but the furrow in his brows revealed how concerned he actually has been. Peter was nothing if not observant, like he could sense things better than most people.

You let out a sigh, unsure of what to say. You didn’t want to lie to Peter, but you also didn’t want to tell him the truth, that you were thinking about him-- well, your feelings for him. Just when it seemed like he had backed you into a corner, however, the waitress had returned with the checks, and the question left unanswered.

After dinner, the six of you went to Flash’s house to watch a movie. He had a home theater and early access to new movies and he loved to remind everyone of that. Not that any of you minded, especially if it got you free popcorn and a movie out of it. Every week, a different person got to select the movie and today, unfortunately, was MJ’s turn.

You loved her, of course, but you absolutely detested her taste in movies. Mostly because she was a horror junkie, and you were absolutely not. Her last few turns however had been spent making sure you all had seen all of the Shrek movies. But today, she picked a horror film. Something about demons and the like. Peter and Betty cheered at her selection as Flash groaned. You settled into the couch in the back of the room and grabbed a blanket. Ned and Betty sat together on a smaller loveseat, and MJ sat on the floor in front of Flash’s seat, the perfect spot to be able to scare him with a single touch on his leg.

Peter sat down beside you, handing you a tub of popcorn and a soda. He pulled the blanket over his own lap as he sat criss-cross on the couch. You tried not to pay attention to how his leg was brushing against yours under the blanket, instead focusing on the screen as the room went dark.

The movie had just started, but you could already feel yourself tense up in expectation.The music was coming to a crescendo and you knew something was already going to happen. You didn’t realize just how tightly your fists had balled together in your lap till you jumped at the sound of Peter’s soft voice at the shell of your ear. “Are you okay?” He asked.

He tried to hold in a chuckle as you almost bounced the tub of popcorn off your lap. He grabbed it from you and set it to the side. “Look,” he pointed to the screen where the creature’s head had just rotated a full circle as it crawled up the wall in pursuit of the main character. “That thing kinda looks like the spider from that kid’s tv show, but not as creepy.” You let out a laugh, a little louder than you meant, and Ned turned to tell you to shut up.

The small joke was enough to dissipate the anxiety you felt towards the movie, but unfortunately only heightened your feelings about Peter. But he noticed how your fists unclenched and how your shoulders relaxed once you laughed, so he continued to tell you whispered jokes for the rest of the movie. Each time he noticed your body tensing, he tried his best to make you laugh, and god, how could you stop yourself from those butterflies anymore?

At the height of the movie, you found yourself with your hands over your ears, and eyes squeezed shut, unable to even look at the screen or hear a joke. When Peter realized a joke wouldn’t be enough, he slid closer to you and pulled you into his side and you buried your face into the crook of his neck. Before you had a chance to think about the spicy notes of his cologne or the softness of his skin, the sound of a high pitched scream in the movie caused you to jump with a gasp. In response, Peter wrapped his arms around you tight, with a gentle shush.

It was only after the music began to die down that you opened your eyes again, only to find Peter’s eyes fixed on the screen. Now that the worst was over, you no longer had an excuse to be in his embrace the way you were. You began to wiggle your way out of his arms, attracting his attention.

“What are you doing?” he whispered.

“Peter I’m a big kid,” you smiled, teasing. “You don’t have to hold me like a baby.” Peter let out a soft laugh before relaxing his hold on you just a bit.

“Okay,” he relented. “I’ll just hold you like this then.” He began to shift so that your head was on his shoulder, and one of his arms looped under yours, intertwining your fingers. The smile on his face was calm as if this was something the two of you did all the time, but his racing heartbeat reminded you this was something new.

The two of you remained that way for the rest of the movie. By the time the soft music began to play in the credits, you could hear light snoring from everyone else in the room. However, you and Peter made absolutely no efforts to untangle yourselves from each other. It was as if you were worried that once the lights came back on, you would never find yourself like this again, and what a sad idea that was. Normal, would never be enough for you again, not when you know now how much better life could be like this.

You weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline from the jump scares, or the sureness of his hand in yours, like it’s always belonged there, that gave you the courage to finally break the silence.

“Peter,” you breathed out, lifting your head from his shoulder, but not letting go of his hand.

He turned to you, with a look of concern, afraid of what you might say.

“Kiss me.” The words came out so softly and so quickly that you weren’t sure if you said it at all.

“Finally,” he whispered as his lips fell against yours, softly and slowly. He pulled away after what felt like hours and yet not nearly enough time. His hands reached up to cup your face. “I like you,” he admitted. “So much.”

Suddenly, you felt it. You felt exactly what it must feel like to fly, to let yourself go without worrying about gravity or anything else. The risks were still there, the numbers hadn’t changed, but you knew that no matter what happened next, just having the chance to fly would always be enough.

[vibraniumqueen]

Ok you jerks, you've convinced me to write my own Morbius fic since I can't find any.

Here's a screenshot of what I have so far

Tagging some people who I hope might be interested: @bitchassbucky @babyboibucky @xxshelbsxx @ambrosiase @vanillanaps @therootsinmydreamlands @buckys-blue-eyes @bucksfucks @buckycuddlebuddy @wicked-mind @sinner-as-saint @sgt-seabass

[sgt-seabass]

𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚

— Steve fixates on an unruly activist Omega, who started an online movement against him.

pairing: dark!alpha!steve rogers x omega!reader w/c: 6.8k this is a dark explicit fic. 18+ only. series masterlist.  warnings: dark!fic, non-con, a/b/o dynamics, no use of ‘Y/N’, Steve rogers being a knothead. a/n: Thank you to the amazing @bitchassbucky​​ for all the help and support while writing this fic, I couldn’t have done it without you.

The sun beamed through the windows of the Avengers tower gym as the scorching summer heat outside was reaching its peak.

Sweat dripped from the two super soldiers as they exchanged punishing blows, muscles taut and veins bulging from their sculpted bodies, the room so thick with Alpha pheromones any Omega, or even Beta, would struggle to breathe.

"Did you end up taking that little Omega out on a date? She was adorable, you know." Bucky's metal fist almost connected with Steve's face before he blocked it, their bodies dancing around each other as they sparred.

"The one who pretty much threw herself on my knot at the rally? No, not my type." Steve attempted to return the punch, but Bucky was nimble as ever, their bodies circling each other, breaths panting.

"You deserve someone to make you happy, Stevie. I was 'kinda surprised you didn't claim Bunny." Steve could hear the weight in Bucky's words. The emotion still bubbling beneath the surface at the mention of Bunny. Despite being bonded to his Omega, the anger and sadness still lingered, the betrayal a fresh oozing wound that would take a long time to close.

"She's yours, Buck. She's meant to be with you. How's breaking her in going?" For Bucky's sake, Steve left out that he didn't bond her because he knew she wouldn't fight back hard enough. Where was the fun in a compliant Omega?

"She's locked in my apartment at the moment. I can feel her fuckin' anguish from here. It hurts, Steve. I just want her to see she can be happy if she accepts me."

"I know, Buck. As if she has a right to be upset," Steve scoffed, halting his movements as he looked at Bucky with a supportive consideration, moving to squeeze his shoulder with a flash of a smile. "She'll know her place in time. They all give in eventually."

The ding of his phone caught Steve's attention, and with a sigh, he began unwrapping his hands from the protective binds before moving off the sparring mat to his discarded phone.

Nat: Check your Twitter.

Twitter. Steve rolled his eyes. After too much bad publicity, Tony thought it would be a good idea for each Avenger to have their own Twitter account. They had creative proclivities under the watchful eye of their PR management. He didn't really get it, but he couldn't deny the thrill of having so many hang on his every word, especially now the world was so different from what he was used to.

Steve had learnt a lot in recent years. He'd had to, considering the years he lost frozen in ice.

Every day he was disappointed to see the world had changed. It wasn't perfect, but he had liked his life in the '40s, and he missed it. He knew Bucky did too, in the way they would both stare at old photos, a longing in their gazes.

It was an easier time then. Omegas would settle into their roles as the house omega as soon as they were of age. Alphas and Betas would care for their mates and work as the provider.

But it was different now. Omegas didn't have to stay at home like they used to. They could have jobs and provide, and more and more Omegas rejected the idea of a mate. Not only did it confuse Steve, but it also angered him.

How had Alphas not shown these Omegas their place? Silly Omegas often get big ideas in their heads, and they need an Alpha to remind them of their rightful role.

He didn't fight to save the world just to see it fall apart because Omegas didn't want to play their part anymore.

Having Twitter was a chance for him to help influence those into the right way of life. The way it's meant to be.

Bucky sculled a water bottle as he glanced over at Steve, watching the way the Alpha's body went tense as he scrolled through his phone. "Steve? What is it?"

The more Steve scrolled, the more enraged he got. Tweets. Making fun of him. Steve threw the phone across the room with a growl, ignoring Bucky's surprised expression as the device shattered against the wall.

"Steve—" Bucky started, but Steve looked at him with darkened eyes, the tension palpable.

"Just focus on Bunny. I'll text you my new number when I get another one," Steve rasped out huskily as he stormed out of the room.

He didn't know why he'd become a target, but he had to find out.

The other occupants of the tower were lucky that they didn't run into Steve as he stormed through because the anger pouring out of him could be enough to send another Alpha into a frenzy, his scent overbearing and sickening.

Steve didn't bother changing out of his workout gear as he made his way to the office in his apartment, almost slamming the door off its hinges as he made his way to his computer.

He pulled up his Twitter, drawing in a sharp breath as he saw multiple replies to him. All mocking him.

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An unstoppable growl sounded in the room, ripped from Steve's throat as anger bubbled dangerously in his throat. Who the fuck did these people think they were?

Taking a deep breath, Steve rolled his neck with a crack as he cast his eye over the tweets again. It was there he saw the mention of a blog name that had started the #SteveRogersisoverparty movement.

Omegas for Omegas.

With a few clicks, he found himself on the blog site. It was full of pro-omega rhetoric. As he scrolled, the distaste in his mouth only grew, and when he saw his name mentioned, Steve leaned his elbows onto the desk, his chin in his hands as he absorbed every word.

It is with great disappointment that I make this post.

I watched the Avengers attendance to New York Senator, Adam Fletcher’s, recent rally, which was an abhorrent display. Mr Fletcher wishes to continue to silence Omegas, to keep the laws in place which make us unable to control our own bodies.

His recent rally was in retaliation to a recent amendment proposed, which would allow the legalisation of abortions for Omegas. Furthermore, it would allow for access to birth control for Omegas, without requiring an Alpha or parents’ permission.

I was unsurprised, but still disappointed, to see the Avengers attend in support.

James Barnes, the previous Winter Soldier, even had his Omega attend. And the poor thing looked half frightened to death at all the attention, even with her Alpha’s protective arm around her.

But it was Steven Grant Rogers, Captain America, that won the coveted knothead of the day. His statement had my blood boiling, and it’s not even time for my heat.

“Omega’s need someone to take care of them. They should not have the responsibility of their own medical care. It is in their best interest that Alpha’s take that burden from them.”

I know he’s from a time since passed, but that she be no excuse to be spreading such bigoted opinions.

Do better, Captain America. Maybe prove yourself to not be a total knothead for once. But you might not have enough braincells for that, seeing as you follow the Senator’s every word like nothing more than a sheep.

#SteveRogersisoverparty #Avengersisoverparty

If we stand up to ‘men’ (and I use that term loosely) like Steve Rogers, we have the ability to change the world for Omegas.

I’m so grateful for the overwhelming response to this blog.

With each passing moment the buzzing headache in Steve's head grew with an intensity he hadn't felt from before the serum. This bitch, this Omega, was ruining his reputation. And she really, really needed someone to show her what a real Omega should behave like.

Omegas threw themselves at Steve whenever he left the compound, but they never interested him. They were no challenge. No brat to tame. But this girl, oh, she seemed perfect. Steve was everything she didn't want, and he only wanted to claim her more because of it. An unruly Omega under the fist of Captain America. If anyone was qualified to tame her, it would be him.

As Steve scrolled further, he saw the latest post.

'I will be volunteering at the Brooklyn Omega shelter this Sunday from 8am. Please come by if you'd like to say hi or lend a hand.'

Steve let out a hum of consideration. A Brooklyn girl. She really was everything he needed.

"Hey, FRIDAY, I need you to find out everything you can about the owner of this site."

"Of course, sir."

 Steve stood on the street corner with the best view into the shelter, espresso in hand, identity hidden in civilian clothes and a photostatic veil he'd borrowed from Natasha. She'd given him a quizzical look when he'd asked, but didn't ask any further questions before handing it over.

He knew it was you the moment he saw you walking up the subway steps and entering the shelter. Just as JARVIS had described. Young, beautiful, sporting a soft baby blue sundress that displayed your curves in all the right places. Despite your young age of twenty-four, your hips looked like the perfect width for pups. There was a pep in your step, a blinding happiness and a twinkle in your eye that Steve just wanted to destroy under his boot, crush into the ground like an annoying cockroach.

Binning his coffee cup, Steve made his way into the shelter. It reeked. His super soldier senses were overwhelmed immediately with the smell of Omega. It took all his self-control to not turn his lip up in disgust.

A few Omega's turned their head at his arrival, Steve revelling in the desperate look in their eyes as their noses picked up on his Alpha scent. The atmosphere changed as the smell wafted through the room, and Steve saw the way your nose scrunched when it reached you.

When you turned your head, Steve met your gaze. There was an undeniable spark, and Steve assumed it was the burning hatred he had for you. He watched as you walked over, ignoring the eyes of the other Omegas on him. Your approach was confident, and Steve hated it.

"I haven't seen you here before. Can I help you?" Your voice was soft and sweet, but there was a hardiness from your distrust that made Steve's hindbrain growl.

"I saw your blog post. I wanted to come to help out."

"Oh, right. Sorry, we just don't often get Alpha's coming to help." Steve watched the way your brows unfurrowed, a small smile across your lips.

"I found your writing compelling. Thought I might as well pull my weight."

"Thank you, well, you can come help serve with me. We're giving out breakfast."

Steve followed you to the buffet station, various tubs filled with scrambled eggs and a multitude of breakfast foods. He was thankful when the smell of food overtook the overpowering smell of multiple Omegas.

As various Omegas came through and collected their portion, Steve watched the way you genuinely engaged with each of them, your heart on your sleeve. Steve was glad to be wearing an apron, so his tented pants weren't obvious when he thought about ruining that precious heart of yours.

After an hour of serving, you gently pulled Steve into the back staff room so you could both eat some scrambled eggs of your own.

"So, what attracted you to the blog?" You asked, trying to make small talk as you picked at the food on your plate.

"I saw the tweets on Captain America's Twitter. Wanted to see what it was all about." Steve watched the way your expression lifted at the mention of the tweets.

"I still can't believe people actually did that because of what I said. Pretty amazing, right?"

"Mm, yeah. It was interesting, to say the least, seeing Captain America being mocked like that."

"I mean, he does give off pretty micro dick energy if you ask me," you laughed, covering your mouth when you almost snorted.

It took every ounce of Steve's self-control to not knot you right there and then. But instead, he faked a smile and a laugh. If you'd been paying attention, you would have seen how his dark eyes told an entirely different story. Steve had only planned on fucking with you, breaking your spirit a little before casting you to the wayside, but at that moment, he realised he wanted to mate you, keep you on his knot until you were begging to cum.

He just had to bide his time and not claim you in the middle of an Omega shelter where anyone could walk in. No, Steve wanted it to be a moment you'd remember forever.

The rest of the day went smoothly, and Steve managed to trickle some more information out of you. Not that he didn't already know from what FRIDAY told him. You were unsurprisingly simple, plain in your happy little life. Steve planned to keep your life simple, but instead of being snarky on a blog, you'd be busy with his cock down your throat.

When the day ended, Steve left first but stayed inconspicuously across the room as the sun began to lower, blaring summer heat going from boiling to a simmer.

Waiting for you to exit, Steve realised he hadn't felt this excited in a long time. Finally, a proper hunt. As you left the shelter, bidding goodbye to the fellow volunteers, Steve manoeuvred himself to trail behind you. He already knew the route you were taking, it being part of his research into you. Another aspect of his research told him you walked with earbuds in. Not because you were particularly a music enthusiast, but because he knew you didn't want to be catcalled by an Alpha command. It was a clever tactic, but it also meant Steve could quickly slink behind you without worrying about being too covert.

As you neared closer and closer to your apartment, the excitement fizzling through Steve began to elevate, his pupils dilating as he was closing in on his prey. If you'd been paying attention, he was sure you'd be able to smell the heightening Alpha scent permeating off him.

Stupid little girl. Pretty, but oh so dumb.

Steve followed behind as you made your way up your apartment steps, still blissfully unaware of the Alpha's presence behind you, your beaty music drowning out the sound of his impeding footsteps.

It wasn't until you unlocked your door that you became aware of his presence as Steve shoved his booted foot in your door, jamming its closure.

Steve watched with darkening eyes as you ripped out the earbuds with a squeal, looking at him with wide eyes as he entered the apartment, slamming the door behind him. Not so confident now, little Omega.

"You— You're from the shelter. What are you doing here?"

Your questions were answered as Steve pulled the photostatic veil from his face, a gasp falling past your lips as you looked at the man standing in front of you.

Captain America.

Steve was tempted to pull out his phone to capture a photo of the absolute fear bleeding across your features.

"G-Get out!" Your exclamations fell on deaf ears as Steve approached, expression taut as he cornered you against the kitchen counter, the countertop digging into the back of your hips as he leant over you.

Steve gripped your chin with a tight hold, scarily calm as he looked you over. "You don't tell me what to do, Omega. You've got a nasty little mouth on you. I should knot it, break your fuckin' jaw on my cock as punishment for all the trouble you've given me."

As he spoke, Steve properly inhaled your scent for the first time, your smell previously masked by all the other Omegas in the shelter. Moving his face into the crook of your neck with a deep inhale, he was awash with a memory of fresh sheets and the sun bleeding through the curtains on a lazy Sunday morning back before the serum, before the war. The floral notes of the lily of the valley with a hint of white musk reminded Steve of his mother bringing flowers home, fresh from the market, the smell greeting him as the sun warmed his pale, sickly skin. He could see it so clearly, his ma's smile, Bucky at his bedroom door pestering him to get up.

The memory took him aback for a moment and gave you the chance to scream and try and bolt towards the front door. But Steve's reflexes seamlessly kicked in and gripped your forearm, yanking you back against the counter with a scream.

You started being hysterical, screaming, kicking, crying, and more than anything, Steve found it irritating as he easily held you in place, looking you over.

He pushed you back further, your back arching painfully as you continued to fight against his unrelenting hold. "Give me one reason not to snap your fuckin' neck, Omega. Did you really think you would get away with mocking me?"

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you sobbed out apologies, still writhing against him. Steve clamped his hands down on your wrists, tightening his grip until the bones creaked in his palms. "You know how easy it would be to break your wrists? You wouldn't be writing much more then, would you?"

"I-I’m sorry, I— I’ll close the b-blog.”

“Oh, it’s too late for that now, sugar.” The pet name was dripping with mockery as Steve forcefully scented himself along your neck, opening his mouth to nip along the soft skin when a knock at the door interrupted him.

Eyes glazing over with frustration, Steve gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him. “You will be quiet. You will not speak a word until I tell you to.” The Alpha command took hold instantly, your sobs quietening against your will as your mouth forced itself shut, your heartbeat roaring in your ears as the anxiety took over.

Steve left you against the counter to answer the door, your eyes widening at the sight of two police officers standing before Steve.

“C-Captain America?” One of the officers asked, pure astonishment in his voice as his eyes darted from Steve to you, confusion evident on his features. “A few neighbours called in a noise complaint. Heard a girl screaming.”

“Oh, I heard it too as I was passing on the street, super soldier hearing, you see,” Steve flashed his signature charismatic smile, glancing back at you with a hint of darkness in his eyes before the twinkle returned when he turned his attention back to the officers. “Someone broke into the poor Omega’s home. The attacker got away, but she’s so scared she can hardly speak a word. I was going to take her back to the tower to get her looked over by some medical professionals.” Steve’s words dripped with pure assertion, his shoulders squared and posture perfect as he emulated authority in the most prime degree.

The officers glanced from Steve to you, taking in your shaking form as you struggled to keep yourself upright. “Miss, you’re alright with the Captain here taking care of you?”

“Please, call me Steve,” Steve interjected before his eyes were on your again.

Steve watched the pressure build in your face, so desperately trying to blurt out something. But no words came. Instead, you bowed your head in submission with a slight nod, tears trickling down your cheeks as you had no choice but to be quiet.

“Well, thank you for your service, Captain.” The officer said as he bid goodbye, leaving you alone with Steve once more.

“Would you look at that? I like this quiet side of you, sugar. Although you’d look much better on your knees crying for my knot.” His words had you sobbing, shoulders shaking as no sounds came out, the desolation of the situation awash on your features as Steve stalked closer to you.

You bolted, running for the bedroom to try and get to the fire escape outside your window, but Steve was on you in a flash, grabbing you by the back of the neck when you fumbled with the bedroom door. “Less ideal behaviour. But we have all the time in the world to work on it, Omega.”

With a smug smirk, Steve pulled you back before slamming your head into the wood door, watching the way your body crumpled to the ground. He let out a hum at the blood streak left behind from the impact. He knew he hadn’t killed you, but it gave him a sick satisfaction to see your blood mar the stark white of the door.

Ignoring your body, he leaned forward, inhaling the metallic scent as his tongue darted out to taste it. Steve had heard stories that Omega’s blood can taste sweet, especially when the Alpha and Omega are an ideal pairing. So, when the sweet taste spread across his tongue, it was all the confirmation he needed.

“Time to bring you to your new home, Omega.”

 Searing pain in your hairline was the first thing you felt as your lashes fluttered, your senses returning to you. As you opened your eyes, the bright light had you groaning, placing a hand to your head. It was then you registered that you were lying down on a leather backseat, the car jolting your body every so often when encountering a bump or tight turn.

“What—” You croaked out as you tried to sit up, but dizziness overtook you and left you falling back.

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you, sugar. Might have a concussion in that dumb little brain of yours.”

Steve’s voice had you gasping, the memory of being slammed forwards coming back to you. At least the hit to the head had taken the Alpha command out of your system, although your body felt weaker than ever. The car had an odd comforting smell to it, a sweet vanilla scent mixed with maple and the spiciness of cinnamon. For a moment, it almost calmed you, but the moment was fleeting as the weight of the situation bore into your soul.

“Where are you taking me?” You questioned as you placed your fingers against the sore spot on your head, feeling the sensation of dried blood beneath the pads of your fingers.

“Enough. I don’t want to hear your voice the rest of the ride. I am not going to command you to obey, but I will not hesitate to pull the car over and give you another head wound if I have to.”

The threat left the air thick, and as much as you wanted to cry out and scream, you feared not waking up if he were to hit you again. Shakily, you pulled yourself up against the car door to look out the window, the streets of New York passing you by as you started to reach the more populated parts of the city. You tried the car door, but it was locked, and you could hear Steve’s chuckle at your feeble attempt.

You wondered how it had all gone so wrong. Surely Steve Rogers would have been met with lots of criticism in his life, so why fixate on you? You were no one but an Omega who just wanted to live her life freely without fear of oppression by Alphas like Captain America.

The tears started falling before you even realised it, the pounding headache compounding with your anguish. Fearing Steve’s reaction if he heard you, you muffled your cries into your palm. You knew with his enhanced hearing he would be able to hear you, but you hoped your attempts would be enough to appease him, if he could ever truly be appeased.

All you could see when you closed your eyes were the dark iris that met you in your apartment, stalking your every move. It sent shivers down your spine with an uncontrollable sob.

As the car pulled into the Avenger’s Tower, your brows raised. Undoubtedly one of the other Avengers would help you. They could be bigoted, but they weren’t evil. After all, they were heroes, right?

It felt as if your heart was going to beat out of your chest as Steve parked the car, getting out and opening the door closest to your head. It was then you saw a sight that had you shuddering.

When had he changed clothes?

Before you, Steve Rogers stood tall and proud in his Captain America suit, kevlar and leather rigid on his chiselled form, sporting a full tactical belt with the shield secured to his back. His head tilted as he looked down at you, eyes lightening at the way you looked at him in terror, the authoritative scent seeping from him impregnating your senses and making it hard to move.

“Get up, Omega. I won’t ask twice.”

With shaky limbs that felt like jelly, you pushed yourself up so you could slide out of the car and onto your trembling legs, standing before Captain America and his towering form.

“Maybe you’re not a total lost cause, sugar. Look at you, following my orders like a good little Omega should.” He was mocking you, and you knew it. Renewed hot tears trickled down your cheeks as anger simmered beneath the surface, melding with your fright into a melting pot that was ready to boil over.

“You don’t deserve a collar.” Steve walked to the back of the car, opening the trunk and pulling out the black leather belt he had worn with his civilian clothes, looking at you with a sinister gaze as he approached. “But I do need to lead you, Omega.”

Your legs almost gave way as he backed you against the car and looped the belt around your neck, securing it so that it was just tight enough to cut off some air but not choke you. Each inhale and exhale got harder with the leather pressing into your windpipes, sobs turning into squeaks as you looked at him with wide eyes.

Wordlessly, Steve began walking, tugging you along by the leather constraint. You started looking around the parking lot, hoping that someone may see you so you could call out to them. But the area was empty and quiet par for the heavy confident steps of Steve and the soft padding of your feet.

Steve yanked you into the elevator, smirking as you tripped and had to use the elevator wall to brace yourself. “Clumsy,” he mused, pressing the button for one of the top floors of the tower. Trapped in a metal box with the source of your worst nightmares, bile rose in your throat, sweat beading on your bloodied forehead.

From behind Steve, you got the full view of the vibranium shield. You’d never seen it so close. And its presence alone was intimidating, let alone the man it was attached to. That shield, it signified freedom and the power to stand up for what you believe in. You’d never expected that the bearer of it would cause so much anguish.

Steve turned to look at you, and the world froze. There was something feral in the way he looked at you, like he wanted to snap you in half.

“Please— You don’t have to do this. You can just let me go,” you pleaded, and Steve’s expression only darkened, his brows twitching as his eyes narrowed.

“I said I don’t want to hear from you, Omega.” In a flash, the shield was off his back and pressing tightly against your neck, slowly crushing your throat as you were trapped between it and the wall behind you.

When he didn’t hear another sound come from you, he released the shield, placing it on his back nonchalantly, as if he hadn’t just almost snapped your neck on the imagery of America’s freedom.

You swallowed thicky against the belt, quivering as the elevator reached its stop.

You weren’t prepared for the scene that was revealed to you as the doors opened.

It was a large open kitchen area with rooms and other hallways off shooting from it. There was a bustle of voices, a mix of scents, all foreign to you. As Steve tugged you out of the elevator your feet planted like cement on the ground.

Natasha Romanoff, Thor Odinson, Peter Parker, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes were all present, turning to look at you curiously when they smelt a new Omega.

You would see the way Natasha and Wanda shared a glance at the sight of you. Dress torn, bloodied forehead and belt secured around your neck. Unspoken words seemed to go between them as they both tensed. Peter had an equally uncomfortable demeanour, but when he saw the way Thor and Sam beamed, making lewd jokes under their breath, he joined them in their jest.

Bucky approached Steve, a collared Omega following behind, although she looked like she wanted to be there about as much as you did. “Who’s this, Stevie?” Bucky looked you over, nose scrunching at your scent, the muskiness too much for him. He pulled his Omega in front of him, ignoring the way her body went taut as he inhaled into her neck.

“This is my Omega. She’s a little wild. But you know me, Buck. I’ll never shy away from a fight.” There was a genuine smile on Steve’s lips as he talked, as if he was proud to have you as his conquest.

“Pretty young, don’t you think?” Sam chimed in, leaning over the counter as he eyed you.

“What she lacks in age she makes up for with fire. She’s got quite the mouth on her, this one.”

As Steve spoke, you blinked in disbelief. They were talking about you like you weren’t even there. Like you were nothing more than an object.

The boiling rage began to build again, and you looked into the eyes of the other Omega. She shook her head slightly, noticing the way you were about to explode.

But her discouragement fell on deaf airs as the pot boiled over, scolding liquid flowing through your veins as you let out a shrill squeal, garnering the attention of all in the room.

“Fuck you! I’m a fucking human being, not some fucking pet.” You desperately pulled at the belt around your neck, trying to loosen it as you wailed. “You’re fucked! Completely fucked if you think I’m your Omega. I’m no ones Omega. You can fucking die in the fiery pits of hell, Steven Rogers, and all of you fuckers can join him, you bunch of absolute knotheads.”

Steve didn’t even flinch at your hissed words, standing stoic as he let you have your outburst, Thor and Sam seemingly amused by the string of profanities coming from you.

“Ah, you weren’t kidding about the mouth on her,” Thor heartily chucked, shaking his head in disbelief.

When you attempted to approach the other Omega to beg for her help, Steve stepped in and threw his bicep around your neck, putting you in a chokehold and pulling you back as the brunette Alpha growled possessively.

You screamed and clawed at his arms, nails not doing any damage to his fabric-covered arm. There was a sudden rumble behind you, and your hair stood on end as Steve growled into your ear. “Oh, I love it when you fight, sugar. Makes my cock so hard, fuckin’ aching to knot you.” You could feel his growing bludge against your ass as you wriggled in in his hold.

With a deep chuckle, he let you go, quickly tugging on the belt to drag you to his bedroom. You tried to dig your heels into the ground, but Steve was far too strong as he yanked you so you would stumble before continuing on his way.

“Please! Help me! You’re heroes. You can’t let this happen!” You made a last-ditch attempt, twisting to look at the remaining Avengers in the room. But you were met with silence. No one moved. Instead, they watched as you were dragged closer and closer to your doom.

Your fate was sealed with a final yank, sending you past the threshold of Steve’s door and into his apartment, tumbling to the carpeted floor as the door slammed behind you, Steve engaging FRIDAY to lock anyone from coming in or going out as he propped his shield by the door.

Steve let go of the lead, and you took the chance to crawl across the floor, trying to get away from him as quickly as possible. But even your Omega quickness was no match for a Super Soldier. With hardly any effort, Steve laced his fingers through your hair, using the hold to pull you towards his bedroom.

The pain radiated through your head, aggravating the cut to your hairline, fresh blood pooling in your hair.

Steve turned, effortlessly picking you up before tossing you like a ragdoll onto the bed, smirking at the way you looked at him with a mix of hate and dismay.

“You’re going to take my knot, Omega. I’m going to mate you. And then, on your heat, I’m going to fill you with my pups.” Steve spoke like it was a simple task, like a tactical plan he was going to execute.

“Go fuck yourself,” you seethed, but your anger was only met with a cocky smile. The smile of a man who had everything and was only going to take more until you had nothing left.

“No, sugar, I’m going to fuck you.” Steve was on you in an instant, body wedged between your legs as he used a large palm to press you down onto the bed. “Let’s see what you’ve got to offer, shall we?”

Your dress was torn away, the fabric shredded, the same being done to your panties and bra. An embarrassed heat in your face, you tried to cover your decency, but Steve was quick to take your wrists in his hand, pinning them above your head. He let out a hum as he looked over your body, inspecting it as he licked his lips. Slowly, he removed the belt from your neck and tossed it aside.

The tent in his uniform was painfully obvious as his pheromones of arousal flowed from him, your hindbrain starting to intrude, slick gathering between your thighs at the alluring scent, like a drug to your senses.

You hated the way your body responded to him. Your nipples hardening and clit throbbing with need as his smell overwhelmed you.

“Look at you, Omega. Already wet, and I haven’t even touched you. Such a dumb slut.” Steve ridiculed as he leant forward, thick tongue swirling around your nipple before beginning to suck on it, enjoying the way you couldn’t help but mewl for him. Electricity spread through your body as his free hand clasped around your other breast, rolling the bud between his fingers.

Everything in you screamed submit, but you pushed past it, writhing in his grip.

“You’re getting wet, sugar. I can smell it.” Steve growled as he released your tit, releasing your hands and sitting up. You punched against him and tried to roll away, but it was to no avail. Steve had you cornered, and despite knowing you weren’t getting out of this, you kept flailing and screaming profanities and insults.

“We really need to do something about that mouth of yours. So dirty.” Steve smirked as he pulled down his fly, not removing the uniform as his heavy cock was freed from its confines, it bouncing up against his abdomen, red and angry. You stopped your movements at the sight of it, mouth slightly agape as you looked at Steve with wide eyes.

“Look at you, sugar, finally got something that makes you speechless.” Steve shuffled his body up, so his weight sat on your chest, your arms trapped under his legs as he brought his cock to your face, slapping your face with it, precum smearing across your cheek. “Open wide, time to wash that filthy mouth out.”

You kept your lips closed and shook your head, looking away from him.

There was a growl from above you before your cheek stung with Steve’s heavy-handed slap. “Open up, Omega.” He said, Alpha command taking over.

You tried your hardest to keep your jaw shut, but the command took hold, your muscles painfully moving as you attempted to fight it, your jaw opening before him. You could see the fire in Steve’s eyes as he thrust forward without warning, filling your mouth with his heated girth, having to open your jaw more to accommodate him.

His fingers gripped your hair as he fucked your mouth, animalistic sounds coming from him as he gave into carnal desire, watching your mouth become wet and sloppy as he thrust in and out of it. “That’s it, sugar. Finally, using that mouth the way it should be.”

Steve moaned as he pushed in deeper, revelling in the way you choked around his cock, engulfed in the feeling of your wet heat.

Tears burned in your eyes and streamed down your cheeks as he abused your throat, pulling back and forcing his way back in with an unrelenting pace, his bodyweight pushing you painfully into the mattress.

“I could knot your throat right now, Omega, and you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.” Steve’s dark eyes bored into yours as he kept deep throating you. “Beg me not to knot your fuckin’ face. Beg me to knot your pussy.” As he spoke, Steve pulled his cock from your mouth, watching the strings of saliva connecting your tongue to his length.

“Pl— Please, I-I don’t want this,” you sobbed, despite the heat in your core and slick running down your thighs, your body betraying you.

“Not what I asked for, Omega.” Steve’s fingers gripped your jaw as he lazily stroked his cock over your face. “Beg me to knot your pussy, or I’ll break your jaw on my cock.”

Your blood ran cold, breath hitching in your sore, abused throat.

“P-Please, knot my— Knot my pussy,” you begged between sniffles, hating the way Steve seemed proud of himself that he’d got you to give in, his chest puffing out.

“See, that wasn’t that hard, was it?” Steve derided as he lifted his weight off you, flipping you over and pulling you up so you were on your knees, presenting to him.

You let out a whimper as his rough fingers ran through your slit, gathering the wet that was practically dripping from you. “Such a slut, you want my knot, whether you realise it or not. This is your place, Omega.”

Steve’s left hand dug into your hip bruisingly as he ran his cock through your petalled folds, watching the way your body shuddered each time the head of his dick hit your clit.

You gripped at the sheets as you felt him line up with your entrance, the sound of a low groan vibrating through you as he started sinking himself into you.

The stretch and burn was nearly unbearable as you cried out, your pussy gushing with more slick as your hindbrain responded to the Alpha’s advances, the pants of Steve’s suit wet with your juices. As much as you hated to admit it, the burn was quickly turning into a fiery pleasure the deeper he got.

Steve only gave you a moment of reprieve before he started slamming his hips into you, a feral sound bubbling out of his throat as he let himself go, all the discipline of Captain America lost as he turned into a feral nomad.

Your cries turned into heady moans as his cock hit your sweet spot with every brutal thrust, your bodies sliding together in a wet cacophony of wanton sounds, the fabric of his uniform scratching against your skin, only adding to the overwhelming sensations.

Every thrust left a trail of fire in its wake, the all too familiar coil in your abdomen tightening dangerously, the world splintering around you as your Omega senses took over.

Blood roared in your ears as you inhaled the intoxicating scent that was Steve Rogers; the sweet smell turned into sonorous harmony that had you feeling as if you were floating.

"Pretty tight cunt for such a plain little Omega,” Steve husked as he wrapped his hand around your throat, pulling you up, so your back was flush to his chest, his punishing thrusts not faltering for a moment. “My Omega.”

Before you could react, you felt Steve’s teeth graze along your neck, dancing over your mating gland, letting out an ominous snarl before his teeth pierced your skin, an eternal bond linking you both together.

It felt as if you were stuck in the crashing waves of the sea, pushing you into the sharp rocks below as the coil snapped and your orgasm hit you. The pain of the bite bloomed and exploded into pleasure like fireworks that left your brain reeling and body quaking in his hold.

Steve held you, teeth not leaving your skin as he kept rutting into you, his knot forming quickly, grunts and groans filling the room until he suddenly went still. His knot locked you in place as his cock pulsed, endless streams of his spend filling you, giving you a sensation of fullness you’d never had in your life.

Only when his knot started to soften did he finally let go of the bite, blood seeping from the deep wound that he hungrily lapped up.

As your brain cleared from your high, you realised how different everything felt. There was a connection to Steve Rogers you couldn’t deny. The mutual hate between you evolving into a passionate fervour, the conflicting emotions swirling through your mind.

You hated Steve Rogers.

But by God, you wanted to please him.

You wanted his approval.

You wanted his love.

But you also wanted to punch him in his knothead face.

As Steve pulled out, he let you go, your body falling forward onto the mattress.

“You’ve got a lot of learning to do now you’re mine, Omega.”

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📎Word Count: 9 words before 1k

📎Warning/s: MINORS DNI! soft!fwb!bucky x reader, lying about seeing someone, fingering, unprotected sex, no one finishes, unreciprocated feelings, miscommunication, one character mention (yelena), food mention, and the ending

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📎Masterlist || Ask || AFTERDARK

Your cries of pleasure send sparks across Bucky’s torso. They ignite like bombs under his tanned, textured skin—marked with memories of the past.

His muscles ripple with yours, his hands clawing against your flesh, seeking comfort and purchase as you wither under him.

“I got you, baby, c’mon,” he coos, his voice laced with velvet and smoke. The remnants of wine stain his lips red and you kiss him silly.

Shadows form in the corners of your room yet you’re not scared; the warm light of the lamp providing enough light to catch glimpses of his godly face.

Bucky feels his heart shatter, shards of it leaving his stomach clenched and his breath shallow. He pulls away, kissing your neck instead—nipping the skin, hurting you in the best way possible to hide his.

You’re stubborn and he knows it.

Cranking your neck to catch his mouth again, tugging his locks to make him kiss you until your lips bruise.

“Please kiss me,” you half-beg, nosing his dimpled chin and jaw. You pepper kisses along the hard lines of his face, light touches that make his knees buckle.

Bucky mumbles under his breath, burying his nose into your hair, inhaling the scent of his shampoo. He burns the memory into his mind—branding the fog-muddled vision.

His fingers go deep inside you, touching the spot that makes you keen and arch and melt under him. The sticky heat of you makes his eyes roll back into his head.

You mewl, “you make me feel so good,” and he stops.

His heart powderize inside his chest.

The dizzying picture show inside his brain highlights the moments he shared with you. The flutter of your eyes, the curve of your lips, the dips, and the divots.

Your hips rut in defense, the buildup fizzling out already, “Buck—don’t stop.” This was new to you, he always gave you what you wanted and some more.

The bed shifts and dips as he moves away from you—the heat of his skin leaving yours. Bucky sighs quietly, shifting his gaze away from you, taking his hand with him, “I’m seeing someone.”

“What?” You start to chuckle, the gravity of his statement floating above your head. Stilling the once thick air of your room.

“I’m seeing someone,” he repeats, lying to you and to himself, “I can’t—we can’t do this anymore.”

It finally clicks then, your brows etching in momentary confusion, “Yeah, we don’t have to keep doing this.” Your voice didn’t falter, each syllable coming out smoothly.

“Congrats, Bucky.”

The morning after was stilted. It was nearly tradition that he stays over in the morning—over eggs and coffee.

“So…” you start, “how come this is the first time I’m hearing this?” Your curiosity gets the best of you and you ignore how Bucky looks at you from under his lashes.

With his throat gone dry, he tries to speak up, “it’s fairly new.” He pushes the eggs around his plate, ribbons of yellow and white coating his fork, ‘I’m sorry.”

“For what?” You say, not looking up from your plate and Bucky takes it personally.

“For bringing it up.”

“Oh.”

“You okay with that?”

“‘Course, why wouldn’t I be?”

That last morning never really ended, for him at least.

Bucky left your apartment with his heart tuckered amongst your pillows and sheets, hoping that you’d see through his gritted teeth and lies.

As deep as his feelings are, it was wrong—he was in the wrong. You’ve made it clear that you want to remain friends no matter what happens. He fell for the words that came out of your mouth all those months ago.

He wanted it to work—it was as close as he gets to you but he can’t keep leaving in the morning hoping that he’d spend the afternoon with you.

The nights he spent without you were dark and lonely—sometimes literally.

You’d reach out to him, oftentimes met with words read and delivered instead of his usual replies.

I miss you, bud. Come hang out.

Bucky! Just wondering if you wanna come to a movie with me :) Bring your girl around.

Are we cool?

After the third unanswered text this week, you gave up. Sorely lacking validation from the person you’ve been missing the most these past few months.

Until—

I’m free tonight.

“Hey! I’m so glad you could make it,” you were chipper as ever. Something that Bucky definitely missed when he was around.

Your place had evidence of people—half-empty dip bowls, unopened beer cans, unwashed plates, and pans adorned your countertop.

He looks around, uncertain of his role, “had a party?”

“No, just a small gathering—Yelena’s moving out of the state.”

The name doesn’t ring a bell for him, and then it clicked: you’ve made friends while he was gone.

As inquisitive as ever, you cock your head to the side, that damned smile on your face, “where’s your girl?” The simple question remained hanging in the air.

“We,” he starts, picking up cups to dispose of, “broke up.”

Just as he predicted, you dropped whatever you were doing and came up to him—hugging him tightly, “I’m sorry.”

You’re attracted to damaged things. To stuff that people have used around for years and just decided that they don’t need it anymore.

That’s why you frequent thrift shops and flea markets. And that’s why you’re under Bucky right now.

His body hugs you like you never left—like he never left.

Each stroke and stride building up the white-hot pressure in your lower belly. His lips searing hot on your neck, nipping and suckling marks on your skin.

“Bucky,” a pathetically breathless groan left your lips as he bottoms out, not even bothering to take off your underwear.

And he kisses you, once, twice, thrice, “I’m here.” He says with his whole chest. “I love you.”

Amongst the clouds of pleasure fogging your brain, the words strike your head in.

“What?”

Shit.

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Saint Like

Hey y’all! So, uh, I did a thing….let’s say there’s a particular someone who inspired this. They say that writing can be a way to get your feelings out, right? 😉 I’m only kind of ashamed.

HUGE THANK YOU to @bitchassbucky for beta-ing this for me 🥺. All mistakes however, are my own. Another HUGE shout out and thank you to @sgt-seabass for helping me pick a name and along with the whole chaos crew, urging me to live my whore dreams and write the content I want to see 😂. I love y’all very much. 💜

Pairing: Priest!Bucky x F!reader

Word Count: 4k (woof)

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY (MINORS DNI), fingering (vaginal), spitting, unprotected p in v sex, explicit language, sacrilegious actions, pet names (angel), mention of masturbation (m), mention of religious themes, this is my one way ticket to hell yall.

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A/N: Priest Bucky - this is for you, Father.

The cacophony of voices that bellowed throughout the halls of the church had begun to dwindle to almost nothing. The bench you were sat upon outside of the clergy office gave you the perfect view of people as they entered and exited the building. Some you knew very well, others you had never seen before today.

That was one of the beautiful things about the church, you supposed, the fact that anyone and everyone was welcomed there to find refuge from the things in life that they were fighting. That is, after all, how you came to join this congregation as well.

Life had a history of not being all too kind toward you. This time last year you were isolated, depressed, unemployed, heartbroken, and practically at your rock bottom. Therapy, medication, strong will, and determination—none of it was enough to get you out of the rut you had been stuck in for what seemed like so long. You were at your wits end and there didn’t seem to be a single place you could turn to.

After a particularly difficult day you were walking home from another botched job interview when it began to pour down rain. Call it divine intervention, but the place closest to where you had been when the storm started was the old church that sat on the corner downtown. There wasn’t an intent behind your action to run inside other than to wait for the storm to pass so you could continue home. However, the enchanting timbre of the organ drew you into the chapel. Next thing you know, your body is planted into a pew and your eyes are glued on the man standing before you.

“In the name of the Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit. Amen.”

There was something about the way the man spoke that made you feel at home, like you were meant to be in this exact spot at this exact time all along. You belonged here. For the first time in months, there wasn’t a sense of dread and sorrow that lived in your chest—instead, it was a blossoming feeling of hope.

You must have looked like a fish out of water, however, because as you were leaving the man who stood before the group of people and garnered your attention so quickly had stopped you before you could make an exit.

“You’re new here.”

You chuckled nervously.

“Is it that obvious?”

“Not necessarily. I just know I would never forget a face like yours.”

Father James, or Bucky as he had preferred you to call him, was somewhat of a blessing in disguise for you. When you were bruised and battered, down on your luck, desperate for something to turn to, to hold on to—you found him. It sounded cheesy, and you never thought that in a million years the church would be the place where you found your solace, and to be quite frank you still weren’t sold on it being religion.

No, it was Bucky.

Bucky was the one who allowed you time and space to explore the relationship you had with religion and what you expected to get out of the church. He was the one who quelled your fears, your insecurities, and who brought you back to feeling somewhat like the person you had been before. Bucky was an honorable man and an excellent priest—someone who you could listen to for hours as he droned on and on about the Holy Word.

There was one slight problem with Bucky, however, and that was that you were hopelessly, unequivocally, and desperately in love with him.

“Thank you for waiting for me, angel.” The low bass notes of the voice brought you from your reminiscing back to the present.

As you lifted your head to look at the man before you, it was impossible for a smile not to form on your lips.

Bucky stood before you, still dressed in his robes from the service that had just ended. There was a bible tucked under his arm and a kindness to his eyes that made your heart skip a beat.

After Mass ended, Bucky had caught your arm on your way out and asked that you stay around to speak with him after he finished bidding farewell to those who were leaving. Although your stomach began to do somersaults at the thought of him requesting a meeting with you, there wasn’t any way that you could deny him.

“Please,” he swept his hand toward the door, motioning for you to enter, “after you.”

It wasn’t the first time that you had been inside of Bucky’s office in your year-long residency at the church, but there was something about the air that felt different. Perhaps it was the uncertainty of the conversation, or perhaps it was the fact that things with Bucky had been...different, over the last few weeks.

The touches shared lingered a bit longer than usual, the glances of longing were met by a similar stare, and it seemed as though the priest was finding more and more reasons to get you alone.

“Have a seat, please. Is there anything I could get you to drink?” Bucky asked as he crossed behind his desk, removing his robes to reveal the sleek, black outfit he typically wore beneath it.

You cleared your throat and shook your head as you sat down in the chair across from his desk. Your eyes lingered on his form for a moment before tearing away to look at the ground.

Bucky walked around to the front of his desk, in front of you, and leaned back to rest against it as he looked down at you.

“I know something is bothering you.”

Your lips parted to speak, but the priest didn’t give you the chance.

“I saw you during Mass today, angel. The far off stare, the hesitancy to catch up in the song with those around you. You were somewhere else completely today.”

A heat began to creep into your face. Bucky was right, there hadn’t been one part of you that was present during today’s sermon. In fact, all your mind was able to think about was the sinful activities of last night’s dream.

The dream about your priest.

“I-I’m sorry, Father. I didn’t mean to offend you or come off as rude. I suppose my thoughts got the best of me today.” You didn’t dare to attempt eye contact with the man. There was no way that you could look him in the eyes at this moment without your brain returning to its place of sin.

Bucky’s palms went to his sides as he gripped the edge of his desk and his head tilted slightly as he looked at you. There had always been a pureness to you that Bucky had seen immediately. However, there was something about the way you sat in the chair before him, eyes cast upon the ground and hands nervously fidgeting in your lap, that made his fingers grip the desk a little tighter. Each moment he spent with you was one he could feel his resolve lessening.

Since the day he met you, Bucky knew that he was in trouble. The softness of your skin, the dangerous curve of your hips, and the fullness of your lips drove him toward sin immediately. Many nights he spent tossing and turning, praying to a higher power to help rid himself of the thoughts racing through his mind—the ones about you on your knees before him.

The priesthood didn’t necessarily mean a life of chastity, at least not in Bucky’s eyes, but of course that would mean going about it the old-fashioned way—marrying you, bedding you, having children with you, and so on. However, that isn’t quite what he had in mind when it came to getting you in his bed. In fact, it was becoming more and more difficult to not think of you in a compromising position whenever he looked at you.

Bucky prayed for absolution, prayed for self-control, prayed for strength enough to stay away from you in the manner in which he wanted you the most. The prayers came late at night, in between rounds of his thick fingers gripping his length, milking his cock at the idea of you spread wide open for him.

Bucky was going to find absolution alright, and it was going to be between your thighs.

“What’s troubling your mind?” Bucky finally spoke, intently watching the way you squirmed in your seat.

“I-I’d rather not say, Father. It’s kind of…personal.” You muttered out the words, beads of sweat beginning to form on your skin at the idea of him finding out your dirty little secret.

“You can tell me anything, angel. You know that.” Bucky cooed, reaching out to gently tap underneath your chin so that your gaze meets his own.

The moment your eyes met his cool, blue ones you felt your heart sunk into your stomach.

“Father, I can’t. Not this.”

“And why not, angel?”

“Because,” your fingers tightened their grip on the material of your dress, “because once I say this I can’t take it back and…and it could ruin things.”

Bucky stared at you quizzically, the way his lips parted slightly and breathing began to pick up you were certain he had determined what it was you were going to say.

“Go on, angel. Confess to me.” The priest’s voice dropped several octaves, desire dripping from his words.

“I like you, Father. More than just as my priest…I think about you and me together—a lot.” The words fell from your lips like nothing, unable to be held back any longer.

Bucky leaned back against the desk again, knuckles turning white from the force of which he was squeezing the edge with.

“In what way do you think of us together, sweetheart?” Bucky’s tongue poked out to wet his lips, making your thighs clench together. “I can’t help you if you don’t give me the details.”

Something had changed with Bucky. Perhaps to the untrained eye one might not notice the difference, but you could see right through it. The way his pupils had become more dilated, the hungry stare which took over, and the ever so slight bulge in the front of his trousers.

“I want you to fuck me, Father.”

The silence was deafening at that moment. The only noise present was that of the ticking clock and the rapid increase of your breathing. The muscle in your chest was beating so hard it felt like your ribs would explode at any moment. You had no idea where the confidence came from or what possessed you to say something so sacrilegious. His lack of initial response made your face even hotter, terrified that you had severely screwed up this relationship.

“Oh,angel…” Bucky began, lifting himself from the desk to a standing position.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

The next few moments came in quick succession. First, a pair of soft lips crashed into yours, enveloping all your senses at once. Following the meeting of your lips, you were turned quickly and pushed back up against the desk. Your hands desperately clawed their way to find home in his hair, caging him in with no intent of ever letting him go.

Bucky slotted a leg between your thighs, adding just enough pressure to your clothed core to make you moan into his mouth. Taking advantage of the moment, Bucky’s tongue battled against yours as his hands fisted around the material of your dress. The rush of everything paired with the way Bucky was devouring your mouth with sloppy kisses made your head spin.

Your eyes closed heavily as his lips left yours and trailed across your jaw down to your neck. The dress you were wearing was now fully pushed up around your hips and only the thin material of your panties separated Bucky from your soaked core.

“Still with me, angel?” Bucky mumbled against your neck, sinking his teeth into your pulse point and grinning as he earned another moan from your gorgeous lips.

Almost as if they had a mind of their own, your hips began rocking softly against his thigh as you chased any sort of friction you could find. Suddenly, a pair of strong hands gripped your waist and hoisted you up to sit on the desk.

“Such a needy little thing you are…” Bucky teased, slowly dragging a finger up your bare thigh. “I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry about that.”

At his direction, you raised your arms above your head and allowed him to pull your dress the rest of the way off of you. You felt a little embarrassed, opting to skip the bra today because of the way it would make the dress look. However, with the way Bucky’s eyes were taking you in as though you were some kind of Renaissance painting, all feelings of embarrassment went out the window.

Bucky’s fingers wrapped around the waistband of your panties and began to tug them down your legs, leaning in to kiss you once more as he did so. As he pulled back to take you in, it dawned on you the situation you were in. Stark naked in front of your priest inside his office at the church. Although you should have felt immense shame, it was a different feeling entirely that surrounded you—one of passion and desire.

Your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you watched Bucky wrap his strong hands around your calves and slowly lift your heels to rest on the top of the desk. A low groan erupted from his chest that shook you to your core as he laid eyes upon your glistening cunt.

“Look at you, angel. Dripping with sin.” Bucky cooed, reaching out to drag two of his fingers through your folds and collect the wetness there.

“Who would’ve thought that being such a bad girl would get you all wet, hm? And here I thought you were my precious angel.”

You moaned lowly at his words and again as you watched him bring his fingers to his lips and suck the sweetness from them. The top half of your body began to feel heavy and your head faint. You slowly leaned back on your elbows to brace yourself while still being able to see what Bucky was doing.

Bucky released his fingers with a small pop.

“You taste fucking divine.”

Panting now, there were no words that came to mind. All you could think about was how badly you needed him to touch you again.

As though he read your mind, Bucky slowly began to rub his two fingers up and down your slit before stopping to circle your tiny bundle of nerves. It was next to impossible to keep your eyes open, lust heavily dragging them down.

“Is this what you needed? Me to take care of you?” Bucky teased, leaning forward to place a small kiss to your knee.

Whimpering, you nodded your head dumbly at him. It felt as though every muscle in your body weighed hundreds of pounds and it was impossible to hold anything up without feeling weak.

“P-please, Father. I need more.”

“My, my…poor thing.” Bucky tsked, adding more pressure to your clit as his fingers circled faster.

Your hips began to gyrate against his fingers, coil in your abdomen tightening faster than you’d ever known it to before. Bucky’s fingers slid down to breach your entrance, scissoring you open as he pushed them further inside. A sinful moan came from your mouth as you leaned your head back and closed your eyes, euphoria beginning to take over your entire body.

There was a thin layer of sweat that had built up on your skin, Bucky licking his lips at your shine as his fingers pumped in and out of you.

Here you were, a pretty little thing, spread open—pussy sucking in his fingers as though you never wanted to let them go. The sight of you alone made Bucky’s cock twitch, not to mention the pretty little noises falling from your lips.

“Such a good girl for me, angel.” Bucky praised.

As he twisted his wrist and began to curl his fingers upwards, he groaned quietly as your whimpers increased.

“Ah, shit, Bucky, I-“ Your words came out as small pants.

“I know, can feel you.” Bucky groaned, leaning forward to wrap his hand around the back of your neck and pull you toward him.

The two of you touched your foreheads together, breathing in each other’s air as you both watched the way his fingers sloshed in and out of your sopping cunt. You groaned loudly, using your eyes as the coil in your abdomen threatened to snap.

“I want you to look at me, angel. I want to see the look in your eyes when you fall apart.”

Meeting his gaze once more, the tips of Bucky’s fingers grazed that spot inside you as his palm bumped your clit—sending you hurdling over the edge. His large body kept your legs from closing although you tried with all your might to slam them shut as you rode out the waves of your orgasm on his fingers.

Bucky felt as though he could cum on the spot, watching you as your face contorted in bliss—eyebrows furrowed, lips parted, soft whimpers and whines falling so beautifully from your lips.

“That’s it, angel. Good girl.” Bucky cooed, slowing the pace of his fingers down to nothing as he retreated from you.

The loss of contact made you shiver but you felt relieved to have a moment for a break. This time Bucky’s fingers went to your lips instead of his own, which you greedily accepted. You held on tightly to his wrist as you swirled your tongue around his fingers, tasting your own essence.

Bucky’s jaw clenched at the sight of you, free hand going to his trousers to retrieve his cock.

A small gasp overcame you as his cock bobbed from his underwear—the tip red, swollen, and leaking pre-cum. It looked borderline painful but the sight of it made you lick your lips. You aren’t entirely sure what you expected, but he was definitely bigger than what you thought.

You lifted your tired body to sit straight up, your hand replacing the priest’s on his cock. The groan that he let out went straight to your cunt as you swiped your thumb over the head and pumped his length several times. Mirroring his earlier motions, it was your turn to grab him by the neck and pull him in for a kiss while you stroked his cock.

The kiss was different this time. It was full of fire and passion, as though the two of you could not taste enough of each other’s mouths. Like you would never be satiated ever again. Pulling away you look up at him from under your lashes as you allow a string of saliva to drip from your lips and onto his cock.

“Fuck’s sake,” Bucky grunted, hips thrusting into your hand as your tight fist gripped him harder.

Your heart swelled with pride at his praise. Ever since you began to imagine him in this way, all you could ever think about was how much you wanted to make him feel good, impress him, be good for him.

“Angel,” Bucky gasped, “Angel, please. I have to be inside you.”

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth you nodded, releasing your hold on his length. Bucky took a moment to compose himself, leaning forward on the desk, hands splayed on either side of you.

“You’re going to be the death of me, aren’t you?”

A small giggle was all you could respond with, still in awe that this moment was even happening to begin with. As Bucky stood up straight, you leaned back onto your elbows again and resumed your earlier position—spreading yourself open for him once more.

Bucky’s hand wrapped around his cock again, pushing it through your slick folds and grinning at the way your entire body shook. The head of his dick pressed against your sensitive clit in a way that made you whine and squirm.

“Stay still for me, angel. I’m going to make you feel so good.” Bucky tapped his hard cock against your core a few times before placing himself at your entrance.

The stretch that overtook your senses as he pressed into you stung delightfully. Never in your life had you ever felt so full. Bucky pushed his hips slowly until his pelvis was seated against yours. You could feel the way your walls clenched around him rapidly and the way his eyes fluttered closed at the sensation was erotic in and of itself.

After what seemed like an eternity, Bucky’s hands gripped your thighs as he began to move steadily in and out of you. The burn and sting from the stretch was now replaced by sweet, sweet catharsis.

“Father, please, faster.” You moaned, fingers digging into his forearms as you pleaded.

Bucky grunted, hips faltering slightly at your use of his title during this moment. That only lasted a moment, however, before composing himself and increasing the speed of which he pounded into you.

The obscene sound of skin slapping skin paired with the whines, moans, and whimpers was almost enough to push you over the edge alone. Bucky hiked one of your legs up and over his shoulder, turning his head to bite down softly on your calf as he continued to pummel your cunt.

Your high was very quickly approaching and there wasn’t anything you could do to get him close enough to you at that moment.

“Fuck, fuck!” You nearly screamed out. “Making me—shit—feel so good, Father, please. I’m so close, please don’t stop.”

A carnal growl came from Bucky’s chest as he grabbed onto your leg and pulled out completely, only to spear you back to the hilt in one swift motion. Your vision began to tunnel and your ears began to ring as the coil in your abdomen wound itself tighter and tighter.

“Feel like, goddamnit, fuckin’ heaven, Angel. Not gon’ last much longer with you squeezin’ me like that.”

Bucky’s fingers came down to circle your clit and in that moment you were over. The coil snapped so viciously in your abdomen that your vision turned white and it sounded like bells were ringing in your ears. You felt your legs shake around him as he helped you ride out your second orgasm.

Using the last of your strength and coherency, you began to ramble off things to help Bucky reach euphoria with you.

“Please, wanna feel you fill me up, Father. You and your cock make me feel so good. Please, please give it to me, Father.”

With a string of curses and one final pump of his hips, you felt his spend as it coated your walls. Bucky stumbled forward slightly, forehead coming to rest against yours once more as the two of you panted in tandem.

The room was quiet once more, aside from your labored breathing. Although perhaps the most erotic part of the encounter was over, there was something about the way the two of you looked deeply into each other’s eyes and shared breaths that sent a shiver down your spine again.

It was Bucky who made the first move. Pulling out from your heat to put himself back into his underwear and grab something to help you clean up with.

The two of you remained silent as he helped you back into your dress. After redressing, you looked up to meet his gaze and smiled faintly.

“What is it, angel?” Bucky whispered, reaching out to hold a stray strand of hair.

“Just thinking.” You spoke quietly.

Before Bucky could inquire further, you stepped around him and grabbed your purse. Bucky watched as you walked to the door and placed your hand on the knob. You stopped before turning and giving him a larger grin this time.

“I’m gonna have one hell of a confession for my priest.”

[fluffyprettykitty]

Matters of the Heart

Pairing: slight dbf! Bucky Barnes x reader (no gender or other specifications)

Word Count: 838 words

Outline: you both have feelings for each other but due to your anxiety and your insecurities after a sensual night you can’t bring yourself to accept his honest love until you do. 

Warnings: Implied smut, slight angst, anxiety. Not Beta'd.

Author’s Note: my very first time writing a piece just two weeks ago, was hit by inspiration and rode the wave then made some small changes. Thanks to all of you who encouraged me to publish this and helped me along the way and listened to my ramblings @buckysbiota , @bitchassbucky ❤️❤️❤️

P.S. dividers by @firefly-graphics

🌟 Please reblog and comment if you want to, all feedback is appreciated and warmly encouraged 🌟

Main Masterlist ・❥・ Bucky Barnes Masterlist

What is love but just a moment in time? Curious eyes sparkling up in the cold light of the morning. You pace back and forth in the room looking between the man on the bed and the sunlight coming in from the windows. Who needs a good explanation? We do what we do cause we want to do it. That should be it. But it’s never that simple, now how could it be? You take a deep breath and another and come back to the bed sighing deeply.

“This shouldn’t have happened,” You say softly, looking at him, your nerves and your anxiety getting the best of you. “But it did,” he said smiling softly reaching out to hold your shaking hand. It is all there is, a human connection between two people, two young people who happen to share a friend. 

“Listen, I’m here, I’m not going anywhere. I am here for you, we can figure this out” he tries to reassure you not desperately but affectionately, he wants you happy, you are the object of his affection, after all, you are the one who refuses to listen. Always refusing to put your feelings first, your very own self,  loving prioritizing everyone else, thinking that if you don’t act this way, no one would ever value you or want you as a friend. 

Was it so bad they slept together? Just because he was one of your dad’s coworkers? They weren’t that far in age, they both seemed attracted to each other but you were scared, scared of your dad, scared of the world, scared of your feelings, was there anything you weren’t scared of? But feelings are rising up so deeply and so complete. Making a root in the heart. Every day your heart filled with more desire and more love for him. You wanted to see him all the time, you needed to see him all the time. Staying away from him was hard to do, getting harder every single day. Determined you could control that love, determined you could find someone else, or maybe someone for him, you searched for days, ignoring him and running away from him, only to run into him at your most vulnerable state.

He wanted you, and he would never deny you, so he kept you close to him, by calling you, attending to you, taking care of you from afar, always keeping a far eye on you. Anything he could do, he would do it. Just for you. Only for you. Knowing you needed your time to accept your feelings and realized you need to put yourself first, so he gave you all his love from afar. It has been a while now that he has been in love with you, nothing about you didn’t seem to impress him. Your hair, your eyes, your smile, your laugh, the way you loved flowers and couldn’t stop making stops while walking to admire them and smell them. 

In his head you were his flowers, his precious petal, his delicate rose that he needed to protect from the world but mostly from yourself. Oh, you were your own worst enemy and you knew that both of them did. A night of passion turned to a morning of tears. Why must the light hit so hard in the mornings? You could not stop, your anxiety had gotten the best of you, echoing in your head ‘what’s the worst that could happen?’ A small hope. A future together. You and him. Your thoughts battled in your head until the silence of the room was filled with a voice.

Until he softly said. “Love is the worst that could happen. You and I staying together and growing and loving each other. And you are afraid of that because you never had something like that because people in your past disappointed you and left you cold, and left you broken-hearted but I am here now. Here for you. Just you. Noone else, please allow me to love you and take care of you, and soon everything will fall into place.”

Your heart fails you though, your tears are uncontrollable. Are you even worthy of this love? Could you ever be? Will you ever be enough for him? Can anyone ever be enough for anyone? People are people and they love and they adorn. Heart desires for one another and longs and yearns and grows. Pure and pouring. As for him, sure of his feelings and his heart, he loved you. It was true. Unchangeable. His truth.

And at that moment, in the early hours of the day, as the sun is beaming inside the small bedroom from the open window, looking deep into his eyes, you take the leap of faith and jump in his arms burying yourself in his chest looking for protection and reassurance. Maybe once in your lifetime, you would like to be protected and let someone in, maybe now is the right time. Maybe he is the right choice. Your truth.

[babyboibucky]

❗️MORE STORIES REPOSTED ON WATTPAD❗️

An anon sent in this link to a wattpad account with a compilation of fics from Tumblr (again 😒) and while none of my works were copied, I’m pretty sure there are tons from other writers.

This has been an issue for so long now and writers are getting tired of having to report incidents like this over and over again. Some of them lose the motivation to continue writing because of plagiarism. We work hard and post stories for everyone to enjoy FOR FREE. The least you could do is to respect us when we say NOT TO PLAGIARIZE OUR WORKS IN ANY SHAPE OR FORM.

Tagging some writers whose work might have been included in this account. Kindly reblog and tag more writers as well.

@bitchassbucky @mostly-marvel-musings @lil-stark @lokiscollar @drabblewithfrannybarnes @stargazingfangirl18 @jobean12-blog @eurynome827 @buckycuddlebuddy @blackberrybucky @belladonnabarnes @honeyloverogers @angrythingstarlight @propertyofpoeandbucky @whoth3hellisbucky

[all-that-glitters-is-goldfish]

Come Sail Away

Morgan’s Cruise-Themed Birthday Sleepover!

I’m so sick of lockdown!! All I want is to be sailing somewhere hot with plenty of booze 🍸

I’m spending another birthday in lockdown, and I’d love to have my followers be apart of it!

The sleepover will be held from January 14th-January 17th! Send in asks whenever you want and I will answer them when the sleepover begins!

🚢- Ask me for a ship with a fictional character!!

🛳- Or tell me who you ship me with!

Wine 🍷- Got any hot gossip? Unpopular opinions? Spill the tea!

Dine 🍱- Stay for a while! Send some party games in! FMK, would you rather, make me choose, top 5’s etc.!

Disco 💃 🕺- Ask me for a song rec!

Movies 🎥 🍿- Ask me for a movie/TV show rec!

👩‍✈️ Captain’s Quarters- Prompt me! I will write a little Drabble or blurb!! ✏️

🌊 You’re going overboard- Send me your nasty thots

🍹 Meet me at the bar- Need advice?? I’ll try my best!

🍦 Dessert time!- Say something sweet about a blog you love! Or ask me to recommend and say something nice about a blog I love!

Plenty of 🐠 in the sea- Tell me about your crush! (Real or Fictional)

Vibing ☀️ 🕶- What vibes do I give off?

Gone swimming with friends 👙🩱- Make me cast my mutuals as any category! (CYM!)

Tagging some moots: @soldatspet @bitchassbucky @bemine-bucky @sgt-seabass @bibbidibobbidibucky @lookiamtrying @lokithealligator @metalbuckaroo​ @spicynudlesoup​ @vanillanaps​ @suchababie​ @sunshinebuckybarnes​ @babyboibucky​ @xxshelbsxx​ @soldatsass​ @babycap​ @maladaptivexxdaydreaming​ @fluffycutecevans​ @turbolisedcomet​ @maxsaturdayhatesnarwhals​ @strwbrrybucky​ @winter-soldier-vibes​ @not-another-fangirl @jamesbarnesjr

[peachyteabuck]

it’s here!

my google form for my 3000 follower q&a!

i’m coming up on 3,000 followers (which uh. wow) and wanted to do something to celebrate, but didn’t want to do a writing challenge, or a sleepover, or most other standards options. 

so

 this will be an audio-only q&a where I can answer questions in a more long-form way than typing. vie did one way back in the way back and i’ve been wanting to do one since, so i think now is the time!

i’ll be accepting questions until I reach 3,000 followers and then I’ll record!

if you’d like to submit a question, you can do so by clicking here!

questions can be about writing, my favorite fanfic tropes, my favorite commissions, or anything else! it doesn’t have to be writing related, necessarily 

leaving your url is optional, staying anonymous is totally fine! i don’t receive any info except the time the entry was sent to me, and i’m using this just to keep things organized. 

tagging some mutuals under the cut for signal boosting purposes:

@honeydulcewrites @fallinforevans @foxgloveprincess @nermalina @jj-arms @lovelycarose @domromanoff @andifiwasblessed @honeyloverogers @afriendlyblackhottie @subtlebucky @helahades @lesbians-love-samwilson @farfrombarnes @yelenas-lova @nsfwsebbie @blackberrybucky @0vergrownruins @brattycherubwrites @steebsbabygirl @fridakahloblvd @bitchassbucky @m00nlightdelights @vennilavee @balenciagabucky @peachyteague @sinfulwlw @xxxtwilightaxelxxx @ohfuckno​ @inthorantine​