#bucky barnes ima

[imtryingbuck]

Oh, He Cheated

~ gif not mine credit goes to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader walks in on her boyfriend cheating then confessions are made

Word count: 919

Warnings: angst? fluff? ima say both, idk. stds are mentioned, swearing, somebody gets punched, and I think that’s it – oh a protective bucky

Masterlist

Walking into your apartment, you come to a halt. You hear noises of pleasure. Looking into your bedroom you see your boyfriend of 3 years having sex with your best friend. You should be devastated of the betrayal, but you simply can’t however you do have to stifle that booming laughter from clawing its way out. You just walk back out the door quietly shutting the door and head back to the tower. 

You work for Tony as an “assistant” more like you get paid a ridiculous amount of money just to make sure Tony eats and drinks and not sleep in his lab. Curtsy of Pepper. Both look at you as their daughter which is great as you don’t have a good relationship with your parents. You absolutely adore them and the team. They are your family. 

Speaking of family, they’re all sat in the common room talking about something you can’t quite hear. Sam’s the first one to see you, smiling wildly he then looks confused. “What you doing here sugar mama”.

“Yeah thought you headed home”. Comes the voice of your red headed friend Natasha.

“Oh yeah um I walked in on Joe fucking Stacey in my bed so thought I’d come back here, didn’t want to disturb their romp”. You say it like it’s nothing, and if you’re completely honest it’s true. It doesn’t bother you that your boyfriend is sleeping with your best friend.

It’s not the first time he cheated, it happened once and he told you afterwards apparently the guilt got to him. That was a lie, the other woman found out about you so she blackmailed him to tell you. Ever the fool you forgave him he promised not to do it again. You found out about him and Stacey two months ago when Stacey gave you her phone to look through a photo of you two and that’s when you found the videos of them going at it. Then that night whilst he was passed out next to you, you went through his phone to look at his messages between them, they’d been sleeping together for 3 months, he needed his needs to be met and ever the desperate mess she is she let herself be the other woman. You had been busy everyday with the team rebuilding the tower after the latest attack so naturally sex was the last thing on your mind. At first it hurt because she’s been your friend since you were little and you were very much in love with him but now you find it funny. Funny because she told you three months ago she had STDs. He obviously doesn’t know. And that’s why it’s hilarious.

You tell your family this, they’re angry. But you told them you didn’t care anymore the only reason why you was still with him was because of the lease of your apartment. You told them that every time you saw him you wanted to laugh. And that it didn’t matter anyway as you was in love with someone else.

Tony being Tony had already got in touch with your apartment manager to get you off the lease then an hour later you’re back at your apartment with your family behind you. Walking in you see Stacey still there, she smiles at you but you don’t give the gesture back. “Hey boo I just got here wanted to see if you wanted to g-“ her sentence is cut off by Natasha slamming her into the wall. Nats never been a fan. Joe stands frozen looking confused as everyone starts packing your stuff for you, he pathetically attempts to talk to you but gets cut off by Buckys metal fist to his mouth. The team don’t even bat an eye to it but you’re slightly taken back by the punch.

“You ever go near her again or even look at her I will kill you. Try and talk to her I will kill you. Do you understand?” Bucky growls “do you understand”. He shakes Joe by his shirt.

“Yes yes I understand!” He then looks at you “baby what’s this about” he spits the blood out of his mouth.

You look around checking your stuff is gone before you step over to him and Bucky. “If I was you I’d get yourself checked, she’s riddled with stds” Nudging you head in the direction of your now ex best friend. “Oh also the moans she was letting out an hour ago was fake. Your little pecker isn’t great. Ok bye bye” You laugh as you hook your arm with Bucks left one and all of you take your leave. 

Later that night you’re on the rooftop admiring the view when you hear someone clearing their throat behind you. 

“Hey I didn’t mean to startle you” 

“You didn’t Buck” 

“So I um who’s the person you’re in love with?” 

“You” Why did you just admit that god damn it now he’s goin-

He kisses you. The kind of kiss that’s full of love and passion the kind that takes the wind out of you. “I’m in love with you too”. His voice is raspy before you can speak he’s talking again “will you go on a date with me?” You can’t vocalise your reply so you nod enthusiastically.

Tony finds you both the next morning curled up asleep on the couch, covering the two of you with a blanket he had in his hand he can’t help the smile on his face. 

~ banners credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

[lostalioth]

𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡

→ premise: bucky loved his little adrenaline junkie of a girlfriend. how could he not when while riding on the back of his bike you often couldn’t keep your hands to yourself in excitement. he definitely couldn’t complain when it led to you laid out on said bike with his head between your thighs.

→ pairing: biker!bucky barnes x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, bike sex, unprotected sex, oral [f receiving], spit, nickanmes [baby, trouble], sort of public sex [in the woods]

→ a/n: 04 kinktober

Bucky squeezes the clutch to his bike with two fingers quickly finding the bite place for his bike to start speeding off. You squeal under the motorcycle helmet protecting your head and wrap your arms tighter around your boyfriend's waist as the wind whips past your bodies. Bucky leans down as his speed accelerates, he knows you like it, you were a little adrenaline junkie and he knew just how to get you excited. With the way your hands that were previously resting on his lower stomach slide down to his thighs and inch closer to his crotch give him his answer.

You run your fingers lightly over his cock confined in his dark wash jeans before cupping it and rubbing over it as his pants tighten and his cock grows hard. He adjusts his hips and lets go of one side of the bike to squeeze your inner thigh of one of the legs that rests either side of him and the red and black bike. He could feel his jeans getting uncomfortably tight the more you rub over him and the more blood that rushes straight to his crotch.

His speed makes your heart boom in your chest, your cunt throb and your hands squeeze bucky harder. In the blink of a second your boyfriend pulls down a dirt road trail through the woods and slows down to stop the bike.

He flicks the kickstand down with his foot and jumps off the bike, unstrapping his helmet and taking it off. You turn your head in his direction in confusion, your helmet still on your head and move like you're about to get off as well but bucky pushes your hip down so you stay sat, both legs on one side of the bike now. “No you're gonna stay on the bike, trouble and i'm gonna eat this sweet pussy” he explains as he drops to his knees on the dirt road, pushing the hem of your skirt up your thighs. Your legs naturally fall and start to spread, bucky grips your thighs and places them up on his shoulders.

You can still hear your pounding heart in your ears as bucky hooks the waistband of your soaked panties and slips them down your legs. Being too distracted by staring deep into Bucky's eyes you don't notice that he shoves your ruined panties into his leather jacket pocket.

“Oh fuck i got ya’ soaked with speeding up that fast huh baby?” He groans and licks a fat strip up your pussy. You moan and grip onto whatever part of the bike you can reach, trying your best not to fall off or knock it over. He laps at your cunt holding your skirt up with one hand and the other rests on your lower stomach and his thumb rubs circles on your clit. “Shit, mhm bucky!” You whimper and bite the back of your hand to silence yourself, it was the woods but you also were’nt as far off of the main road as you wished. You feel Bucky's lips curl into a smirk against your folds and you shut your eyes tight.

You buck your hips up and against his mouth as you reach the edge rather quickly. The adrenaline from the ride and the possibility of being caught running through your veins. “Bucky baby fuck im gonna cum~” you let out a wanton moan as bucky speeds up his tounge and his thumb working in tandem to push you right over that edge. “Come on trouble, cum on my tounge and then youre gonna bend over my bike baby and ima fuck this pussy” he moans against your cunt and fucks you with his tounge, getting himself worked up as his need to be inside you starts consuming him.

He pulls back to spit on your pussy and watches it drip down your folds, mixing with your slick and slipping further down to your asshole. He grunts and dives back in, gripping your thighs hard. You feel your release come crashing over you and you thread your fingers through buckys and tug as you cum on Bucky's tongue.

He moans against you and pulls his mouth off your cunt and pulls himself off the ground. He's fast with undoing his belt and jeans and pulling them down alongside his boxers just enough to let his cock out. “I don't even get a second to breathe huh?” You pant and your eyes glaze over as you take in the sight of his twitching cock in his hand as he strokes it. “You know why I call you trouble baby?” He questions as he grabs your hips and flips you over so you're bending over the bike's seat, ass right at hip level for bucky. You hum in response and confusion. Bucky smiles and grabs your ass and spreads it as he watches your cunt clenches around nothing begging for it to be filled.

His tip probes at your entrance and his hips snap forward thrusting his cock deep inside you. “I call ya’ trouble cause that's what you're always getting me into” he groans and keeps his rhythm of bucking his hips and thrusting fast inside you. “My little adrenaline junkie girlfriend who can't keep her pretty hands off me, always getting me in trouble” he grins and accentuates his last words with a thrust after each word.

→ a/n: i did not proof read this too well so sorry for any mistakes

[whatisthisdrea]

Pook pook ima need u to write me the freakiest, nastiest, filthiest, DISGUSTINGEST Bucky barnes smut in the history of smut. Need him and that fuck ass thunderbolts bob

[Alter Ego] - Bucky Barnes x reader

Y/N took a deep breath, her eyes drinking in the serenity of their surroundings. The cabin's windows gleamed with the warm light from within, and she could see the flicker of a crackling fireplace through the glass. The door creaked open, and she stepped inside, the warmth enveloping her like a lover's embrace. The interior was cozy, with a large, plush couch in front of the fireplace.

"You like it?" Bucky said, his voice rumbling through the quiet space as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest. His eyes searched hers, looking for any hint of doubt or dissatisfaction.

Y/N nodded eagerly, unable to contain her excitement. She stepped closer to him, her eyes traveling over his muscular arms. "It's perfect, Bucky," she murmured, her gaze lingering on the intricate tattoos that wove their way over his biceps and forearms, a silent testament to his past. "Better than I ever imagined."

"Mmhmm, you hungry?" Bucky said, his tone teasing and filled with amusement.

Y/N smirked, shaking her head. "No, Bucky," she said, her voice softly purr. "I was thinking about something else."

Bucky raised an eyebrow, curiosity piquing as he stepped fully into the cabin, his arms sliding around her waist. His hands were warm and firm, the touch sending a thrill down her spine. "And what's that?" he asked, his breath warm against her neck.

Y/N turned in his embrace, looking up at him with a mischievous smile. "I was thinking," she began, her voice a sultry whisper, "that maybe it's time we try something new."

Bucky's eyebrow shot up, a look of surprise and intrigue crossing his features. He had seen so much of the world and done things that no one should ever have to do, and yet, with her, he was still discovering new facets of himself. His grip on her waist tightened ever so slightly, and he tilted his head, waiting for her to elaborate.

Y/N took a moment, her heart racing in anticipation of his response. She knew that Bucky was a gentle soul, but she had felt the restrained power within him, the intensity that he kept tightly leashed. She wanted to explore that side of him, the side that was wild and untamed. "I want you to be more rougher with me," she finally said, her voice a soft yet firm command.

Bucky's eyes searched hers, a flicker of surprise mingling with something darker, something primal. He swallowed hard, the cords in his neck standing out. He had never taken her like that before, but the idea of it sent a jolt of excitement through him. He could see the hunger in her eyes, the desire to delve into the depths of their connection.

But deep down, Bucky felt it was a bad idea. He was worried he would hurt her, that the beast he had buried for so long would rear its head and destroy the fragile trust they had built. He had always been careful with her, treating her with the tenderness she deserved after the horrors she had faced. The thought of losing control and letting his past consume him again was terrifying.

"I don't know, baby," he said, taking a step back. His voice was hoarse, and he could feel his heart hammering in his chest. "I'm not sure I can do that."

Y/N stepped closer to him, her eyes never leaving his. She placed her hand on his cheek, her touch gentle despite the demand in her voice. "I trust you," she whispered, her thumb brushing against the rough stubble. "I know you'd never hurt me."

Bucky's eyes searched hers, the turmoil within him clear. He was torn between the desire to give her what she wanted and the fear of losing control. He knew the depths of his own darkness, the things he had done as the Winter Soldier. But she saw past all of that, straight into the heart of the man he was trying to become.

Suddenly, his head started to hurt—a sharp, stabbing pain that took him by surprise. He turned his back against her, groaning as his hand shot up to clutch his forehead. It was like the walls of the cabin were closing in on him, the memories of his past threatening to swallow him whole.

"Buck, are you okay?" Y/N asked, her voice laced with concern as she reached out to him.

Bucky took a deep, shaky breath, trying to shake off the sudden onset of pain. "Yeah, I'm fine," he lied, his voice strained. "Just a headache."

Y/N's eyes searched his, her concern growing. "You're sure?" she pressed, her hand hovering near his shoulder, ready to offer comfort.

Bucky nodded, but his eyes remained squeezed shut, the pain in his head now a full-blown assault. He knew what was happening; the mind games Hydra had played on him were resurfacing, the conditioning trying to take hold once again. He had to fight it, had to keep the beast at bay. He took a deep, shuddering breath and felt the room spin around him.

"B-Buck," Y/N's voice was small, barely a whisper. She had never seen him like this, so vulnerable and lost in his own mind. The silence stretched between them, thick and oppressive.

Suddenly, his heavy breathing stopped. His back was still turned against her, as if he were bracing himself against an invisible enemy. The quiet was so profound that the crackling fire sounded like thunder in the background. Y/N's heart raced, her palms sweaty. She didn't know what was happening but knew she had to help.

"Buck," she said softly, her hand reaching out to touch his shoulder. He flinched at the contact, his whole body tensing.

Slowly he turned around, and Y/N gasped. Bucky's eyes, once the vibrant blue that mirrored the endless sky, had turned dark, almost black. They were empty, devoid of the warmth and kindness she had grown to cherish. It was as if the soul she knew was being swallowed by shadows.

"B-Buck," she stuttered, taking a step back.

With lightning-fast reflexes, Bucky's hand shot out and grabbed her, his metal arm pressing against her throat gently. She gasped, her eyes wide with shock and a hint of fear. But instead of the pain she anticipated, she felt his warm breath against her cheek, his voice low and gruff in her ear. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice a mix of the Bucky she knew and something darker, something more primal.

He crushed his lips to hers, the kiss demanding and possessive. Y/N's body responded instinctively, melting into his embrace despite the initial shock. His other hand tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as his tongue sought hers. The hand around her throat tightened just a fraction, the pressure thrilling rather than terrifying. She moaned into the kiss, the sound a blend of surprise and arousal

The hand that had been resting on his chest started to travel down her body, the touch sending waves of heat through her core. His metal fingers skimmed over the fabric of her shirt, tracing the curve of her waist before hooking under the hem. With a swift, powerful movement, he ripped the garment away, the sound of fabric tearing echoing through the cabin. Her naked breasts were exposed to the cool air, her nipples pebbling with desire.

This wasn't the gentle Bucky she knew; this was the Winter Soldier, staking his claim. His eyes, once filled with love and care, were now cold and calculating. The touch of his metal hand was firm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. He was no longer her protector but a predator, and she was his prey.

Bucky dropped to his knees, his mouth latching onto one of her breasts, the cold metal of his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. His tongue flicked and danced around her nipple, teasing it into a peak before sucking hard, eliciting a gasp that turned into a moan. Y/N's hands found themselves in his hair, her nails digging into his scalp as she urged him closer. His human hand reached up to clamp down on her other breast, squeezing and kneading, his thumb brushing over her nipple in time with his rhythmic sucking.

With a sudden jerk, he released her nipple with a wet pop, leaving it red and sensitive. He gave her a smirk that didn't quite reach his eyes, the coldness there sending a shiver down her spine. His metal hand slammed down on her ass, the sound echoing in the quiet cabin. The sting of pain melded with the heat of desire, leaving her trembling and gasping for air.

"You want it rough, darling?" He growled, his voice thick with a lust she had never heard from him before. "You got it."

In one fluid motion, Bucky stood, lifting Y/N with ease and throwing her over the couch. She yelled in surprise, her body landing with a soft thud on the plush cushions. The fabric of her jeans scraped against the material as he flipped her around, her cheek pressing into the warm leather. Now, she was face down, her legs hanging over the armrest, her ass high in the air. The position was vulnerable, exposed, and it sent a thrill through her body.

He stepped closer, his booted foot nudging her thighs apart. Y/N's heart raced as she felt the cool metal of his prosthetic hand trace the seam of her pants, the anticipation making her wet. And then, without warning, his tongue darted out, a single, hot stroke that sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. He bent down and took a lick of her pussy, the sensation so unexpected and intense that she gasped, her hips bucking up to meet his mouth. The taste of her arousal on his tongue was intoxicating, the scent of her desire filling the air.

The sound of her moaning grew louder as he started to eat her out, his tongue delving into her folds, exploring every inch of her with a hunger that was both new and thrilling. He licked and sucked, the pressure building with each pass, his teeth grazing her clit lightly. The sensation was overwhelming, and Y/N could feel herself losing control. Her body writhed beneath his ministrations, her hands clutching at the couch cushions as she tried to hold on to reality.

Her juices started to soak his face, but the Winter Soldier didn't care. He was lost in the taste of her, the sweetness of her arousal only fueling his desire. His human hand reached up to grip her hip, keeping her in place as he feasted on her pussy. Y/N's body tightened, her legs trembling as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm coiling deep within her. "Bucky," she moaned, her voice muffled by the fabric of the couch.

He chuckled darkly, his breath hot against her skin. "Not yet," he murmured, his tongue swirling around her clit. The anticipation was unbearable, the pleasure building in waves that threatened to crash over her at any moment. She could feel her muscles tensing, her body begging for release.

"P-please," she whimpered, her voice a desperate plea.

Bucky's eyes narrowed, his grip on her hips tightening. He knew that she was begging for release, but he wasn't ready to give it to her just yet. He loved the sound of her pleas, the way she trembled under his touch. He pulled back slightly, his tongue tracing a wet path up her spine, leaving her gasping for air. The anticipation was palpable, the tension in the room thick with desire.

"P-please," Y/N begged, her voice needy and desperate. The sound of it made something primal stir within him, a beast that had been kept at bay for so long. He couldn't resist her, not when she was like this, so open and willing. With a feral groan, he gave her ass a good, hard spank, the sound echoing through the cabin.

"Oh fuck," she screamed, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing with the force of it. She felt the wetness between her legs, heard the slap of skin on skin as Bucky's hand connected with her flesh again and again. It was as if he was punishing her for her desires, marking her as his. And she loved it. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, her juices soaking the leather armrest.

But the sound of her pleasure seemed to enrage the beast within him. He pulled away from her abruptly, his eyes flashing with something darker than lust. "What the hell?" he growled, his voice deep and guttural. "You're not allowed to come until I say you can."

Y/N looked over her shoulder at him, panting and flushed. "Bucky," she whispered, "I couldn't help it."

"Get up," Bucky growled again, his voice deeper than she had ever heard it, the darkness in his eyes swirling like a storm. He grabbed her by the wrists, hauling her to her feet. She stumbled, her legs weak from the intense orgasm that had just ripped through her body. He didn't let her go, pulling her closer until their chests were touching. His heart hammered against hers, a wild, untamed beat that matched the ragged breaths she took.

He sat down in one of the plush chairs by the fireplace, his metal leg creaking slightly as he leaned back. The fire cast flickering shadows across his face, making him look even more intimidating. "Kneel," he ordered, his voice a low rumble.

Y/N's eyes widened, the command sending a fresh wave of excitement through her. She had never seen Bucky like this, so commanding and powerful. With trembling legs, she obeyed, dropping to her knees before him. The heat from the fire kissed her skin, a stark contrast to the coolness of the floorboards beneath her knees.

"Good girl," he murmured, the words sending a thrill through her body. His hand reached out, tangling in her hair and pulling her closer. She could feel his hardness pressing against his pants, the heat of his desire scorching her through the fabric. Her own need for him grew with every second that ticked by, her heart racing with anticipation.

"Suck," he demanded, his voice a dark, velvet whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. She didn't need to be told twice; she was eager to taste him, to feel him in her mouth. She unbuckled his belt with trembling hands, the sound of the metal echoing through the silent room. His zipper followed, the fabric parting to reveal the monster that lay beneath.

Her eyes widened at the sight of his cock, thick and hard, jutting out from his body like a weapon. The head was red and glistening with precum, begging for her attention. Y/N leaned in, her heart racing as she wrapped her lips around him, her tongue sliding along the velvety skin. Bucky's grip on her hair tightened, guiding her movements as he pushed himself deeper into her mouth.

"That's it, baby," he groaned, the sound low and needy. "Take it all."

Y/N's eyes watered as she took him deeper into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head. The taste of him was intoxicating, a heady mix of salt and musk that made her stomach clench with desire. She could feel his pulse against her tongue, the veins on his cock standing out, a testament to his arousal. His hips rocked upward, the movement pushing her down even further until she was choking slightly on his length. But she didn't pull away; she was eager to please, to give him the release he so clearly craved.

Bucky's eyes never left hers, his gaze intense and focused. He watched her, the way she struggled to take all of him, the way she gagged slightly when he hit the back of her throat. His hand tightened in her hair, the grip almost painful as he held her in place.

The sound of her gagging only made him harder, the beast within him reveling in the power he held over her. He started to fuck her mouth, his hips moving in a rough rhythm that she tried to match. Her eyes watered and her throat burned, but she didn't care. All she could feel was the desperate need to please him, to be everything he wanted in that moment.

"That's a good fucking girl," he murmured, the words a dark praise that sent a shiver down her spine. His voice was a mix of Bucky and the Winter Soldier, the two sides of him blending together in a symphony of lust and power. "You're being so good for me right now."

Y/N's eyes watered as she took him deeper, her throat working around his cock. She could feel the veins pulsing, the heat of his desire radiating through her. Her own arousal was a living thing, coiling in her stomach and making her pussythrob with every stroke. The sound of her choking was the sweetest music to his ears, a reminder of the control he had over her in that moment.

he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You're doing so well." His eyes searched hers, the darkness swirling in their depths. "You're mine, and you're going to take everything I give you."

The words were like a command, one that she couldn't resist. She took a deep breath and pushed herself down, her throat tightening around his cock until she felt him hit the back of her throat. He groaned, the sound low and primal, and she knew he was close. His hips bucked upwards, his hand in her hair urging her faster. And then, with a final, desperate groan, he came, his cum spurting into her mouth, filling her throat. She swallowed, the taste of him hot and salty on her tongue.

For a moment, he remained still, his hand tangled in her hair as he panted heavily, his body shuddering with the aftershocks of his release. Y/N's throat was raw, but she didn't pull away. She waited, her eyes locked on his, her mouth full of his seed, until he finally released her.

Bucky leaned back in the chair, his eyes never leaving hers as she swallowed, her throat muscles working overtime. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. The hand that had been gripping her hair so tightly now moved to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears that had formed. The gentleness of the gesture was a stark contrast to the ferocity of their encounter, a reminder of the man beneath the soldier.

"Come here," he rasped, his voice still thick with desire. Y/N nodded, eagerly moving to straddle his lap. The warmth of his body was a stark contrast to the cold metal of his leg, the heat of his arousal pressing against her sensitive folds. She could feel the stickiness between her legs, the evidence of her climax a testament to the power of his touch.

As she settled over him, Bucky's mouth found hers again, his tongue delving deep to taste the remnants of their shared pleasure. The kiss was raw, unfiltered, a claiming that left her breathless and trembling. He kissed her as if he were trying to devour her whole, his hands gripping her hips tightly as she rocked against him, desperate for more. The taste of her sex mingled with the salt on his skin, a heady blend that made her core clench with need.

Then, without breaking the kiss, Bucky reached down, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock. He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock pressing against her sensitive flesh. Y/N gasped into his mouth as he began to enter her, inch by torturous inch. The stretch was exquisite, the fullness of him filling her up in a way that was both painful and perfect.

As he seated himself fully inside her, she threw her head back, a long, keening moan escaping her lips. His arms tightened around her waist, lifting her slightly before slamming her back down onto his cock, making her scream. The force of his movements was unlike anything she had ever felt, his strength overwhelming. She could feel herself tearing around him, her body struggling to accommodate his size, but the pain only added to the pleasure.

He started to pound up into her, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm that had her body singing with sensation. Each thrust hit her deep, the metal of his arm digging into her flesh as he held her in place. Y/N's nails scratched at his shoulders, her teeth biting into her bottom lip as she tried to muffle the sounds of her pleasure. The room was filled with the sounds of their flesh slapping together, the wetness of her arousal mingling with the harshness of their breaths.

God, it was perfect. The way he claimed her, the way she felt so alive and so utterly consumed by him. Every rough stroke was a declaration of his need, his desire to mark her, to make her his in every way possible. The pain was a sweet symphony that played in harmony with the pleasure, each note sharper and more intense than the last. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt another orgasm building, her body trembling and shaking with the force of it.

Bucky's thrusts grew rougher and harder, his cock pummeling into her with a ferocity that left her breathless. Y/N's juices trailed down her thighs, slicking his legs as he pushed deeper, his metal hand digging into her skin, leaving bruises that would linger for days. The sound of their flesh colliding filled the cabin, a primal music that seemed to resonate with the very air around them.

With a final, powerful surge, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, his cock pulsing as he released a torrent of hot cum deep within her. Y/N's eyes widened with the intensity of the feeling, her walls clenching around him as she squirted, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. Her orgasm ripped through her, making her body convulse in his arms as he continued to fuck her through it, his hips moving with the rhythm of her spasms.

"Fuck, bucky," she screamed out, the word a declaration of pleasure and a cry for more. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving red streaks that stood out starkly against his skin.

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes glazed with passion. The hand that had been wrapped around the base of his cock stilled, the intensity of her gaze piercing through the haze of lust that had clouded his vision. It was in that moment that she saw the change in his eyes, the dark void that had swallowed them up just moments ago receding, leaving only the deep, gentle blue she had come to love.

"Oh, fuck, baby, what did I do?" The words tore from his throat, raw and desperate, as if he had just woken from a terrible nightmare. Bucky's eyes searched hers, filled with a mix of horror and relief. The hand that had been buried in her hair now cradled her face, his thumb brushing away the tears that had spilled down her cheeks.

He pulled away slightly, his eyes dropping to her neck. The sight of the bruises sent a bolt of panic through him. They were dark and angry. His gaze traveled lower, taking in the marks on her thighs and the handprint on her ass. His heart raced, a cold sweat breaking out over his body. He had lost control. The beast within had taken over, and he had hurt her.

"I'm fine, baby," she murmured, her voice small and shaky. But she didn't look away from him, her eyes fiercely determined. "It's what I wanted."

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

when humpty dumpty went down (he said screw it ima smile right through it)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53111044 by RJam9 (“and i’ll scream when no one's around”) Summer is in, which means time to hang out with friends, spend the nights swinging through rooftops, and generally just have fun. Unfortunately, crime doesn’t stop just because it’s summer break, but since the Accords have been rectified and the Avengers are back in town, there’s more heroes than ever to get shit done. However, the former Rogue Avengers are more just confused by Tony and those two interns that keep following him around, despite how much he claims he has no idea how they got there. So — here’s five times the Rogue Avengers talk with Peter and Harley, and one time they all meet together. (or, here’s the final main part of the series, and i finally do a trope i’ve been meaning to tackle for ages. also, this ended up way too long again. don’t look at me.) Words: 38077, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 5 of i'll become a trumpet or a drumset (in a sad orchestra) Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Harley Keener, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, texting cameos only but still prominent;, Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Pepper Potts, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Betty Brant, Cindy Moon, Sally Avril, Charles Murphy (Marvel), Abe Brown, Flash Thompson, finally; minor cameos from Rhodey Harley’s sis and others Relationships: Harley Keener & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Harley Keener & Tony Stark, Harley Keener & Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Academic Decathlon Team Members (Spider-Man: Homecoming) & Peter Parker, Aunt May Parker & Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes & Wanda Maximoff & Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov & Tony Stark Additional Tags: hello everyone. welcome to my insanity, Post-Movie: Captain America: Civil War (2016), Post-Movie: Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), Pre-Movie: Avengers: Infinity War (2018), or moreso it’s never happening here u know the drill, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Ironbrothers, Ironfamily, Humor, Attempt at Humor, POV Outsider, 5+1 Things, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Tony Stark Acting as Harley Keener's Parental Figure, Harley Keener & Peter Parker Friendship, Aunt May Parker & Tony Stark Friendship, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Harley Keener is a little shit, everyone is so done with their shit fr, Banter, Texting, Chatting & Messaging, Social Media, Twitter, reddit, someone pls sedate me at this point, Families of Choice, bc fuck you thats why, no beta we break up like the avengers again read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53111044

[guava-jarritos]

Hey ima try to be more active on my sideblogs again. Not like on purpose but if I see a related post I’ll actually reblog it 😅

Anyway they’re:

@workit-soldat-workit (Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier)

@legendsoftomorrowquotes (Legends of Tomorrow)

@enbymorelikeenvy (Loki - comics mostly)

@wakanda-ooh-na-na (Black Panther)

@maybehawkeyecanbeouralways (Hawkeye comics)

@adam-red-eagle (The Miseducation of Cameron Post - book and movie)

@hoffaandtheteamsters (Buzzfeed Unsolved)

@aldrifcantcometothephonerightnow (Angela of Heven - comics)

@theironmanwiththeironplan (Marvel Comics in general)

@defxnders (Defenders and Punisher - shows and comics)

I am very active on my Sims 4 CC blog, @dxnxsxxrs

[findyourrp]

Hey!! 21 F here whose back on her MCU bullshit and looking to find a few new partners to write with! I’m really hoping to write as my OC against any canon characters or against another OC set in the wider MCU. ImAs far as pairings go, I’m looking for either MxF or FxF. I typically write around 4-5 paragraphs per reply and can easily slip into novella and would appreciate something similar from a partner. Please do not interact if you are under 18! NSFW is optional but not necessary and I do love exploring morally grey and dark themes so if you’re into that, that’s a huge plus! I would adore someone whose into chatting ooc and sending ideas and making playlists/mood boards!

Ideally looking for someone to write as Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes or Zemo rn but I’m open to other characters and associated plots too!

Like/interact and I’ll shoot you a message! ✨

like & asker will find you !

[shunshuntaiga]

Tagged by @evilphrog!

3 ships

1. Aureliano Adami x Alberto "Spadino" Anacleti

2. Mat Cauthon x Thom Merrilin (my first fic I ever wrote)

3. Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson (new, but I love them)

First ever ship

Steve Rodgers and Bucky Barnes, probably. It's the first one I actively remember searching stuff out for. Maybe Dean/Cas? But I don't think I knew what shipping was at the time, so ima go with Stucky.

Last song

*sigh*..... Bodies by Drowning Pool. I'm sick and was feeling nostalgic, and that's a song I remember jamming to with my dad.

Currently reading

Bullet Train by Kotaro Isaka. Surprisingly good, I'm really enjoying it. Just finished Feet of Clay by Terry Pratchett, which was also very good.

Last Movie

Cobalt Blue. It was alright, not really my taste but I want to expand my viewing horizons to more than just silly little action movies. Before that, Brokeback Mountain, which was amazing and broke my heart.

Currently Consuming

Nothing, but I did just eat some waffles 👍

Currently Watching

Also nothing. I just finished Stranger Things which was fantastic, and I haven't decided what I want to try next. I've been going through somewhat of a list of shows and movies I haven't watched for various reasons and that was the next one on it. So I'm not sure what I want to try. I should finish Narcos since I started it, but I don't really think I'm in the mood for a lot of subtitles right now.

Currently Craving

A soft pretzel, I think. With cinnamon sugar. If not food, sleep. Or time. I don't have enough time to do things anymore, and that makes me sad.

Per usual if you see this and you want to do it, consider yourself tagged! I always feel a bit weird about tagging people not sure if it'll inconvenience you

[angelkurenai]

Better to speak or to die? - Sebastian Stan x Reader

Title: Better to speak or to die?

Pairing: Seastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Loving Sebastian gave you the chance to understand what it is like to meet your soulmate while he realised what it is like to know he could never love another woman because his heart would always belong to you. If only he could give you more than that though, instead of have to congratulate you on the night of your engagement to another man. A business deal made between your father and his ties you to a loveless marriage with someone else, something which you are willing to accept only for Sebastian’s safety to be ensured. Not that he is willing to accept it too.

“So, does he speak?”

The voice was soft and low, light as much as it could be given he hour and the event itself but laced with such pain and such grief that one would begin to wonder what kind of great loss the man had suffered. You only wished you could wonder, though, because knowing was only a curse able enough to compete with your guilt for being the reason behind that grief.

People inside were still laughing, and smiling and talking, some were dancing to the music that still seemed to carry through the night to you, much as you had tried to isolate yourself from all of it. Staring into the stillness and darkness of the night you had almost managed it, almost been successful. Key word: Almost. There was no succeeding in that, there was no winning the fight against your thoughts - the war against your feelings about the man. And just like the music, his presence that was carried towards you even in the silence of the night, reminded you of the bitterly happy scene unfolding inside. Everyone was almost intoxicatingly happy and cheerful and yet nothing and nobody could get you drunk in it, could wash away the bitterness in your mouth or could take away the stinging in your eyes from the unshed tears.

“Pardon?” you asked, feeling like it took you a good couple seconds to reply. If he noticed he didn't comment. And if he noticed the attempt to take in a steady breath and failing miserably he didn't let his feelings for it show either. You were grateful.

“The uh knight.” he took another step closer when he noticed that you hadn't moved from your place, either your muscles refused to obey you or your body and mind had a better sense of self-preservation than you thought, you didn't know. Who knew how you'd react to seeing that pain on his face from up close? Who knew how you'd react to the close proximity in the first place?

He must have had that in mind because just when he was about to get even closer, he stopped himself. But it still was close, it still was so close you could just reach out and touch him if you wanted to and oh did you want to. Every cell in your body wanted it. Deep down you almost believed – you wanted to believe, no matter how wrong that was – that he knew that and stood at arms distance in hoped of you reaching out.

“I'm-” you blinked several times “I'm sorry. I don't understand what you're talking about. I- I feel like my head is... a bit in the clouds these days. Not with happiness though I can't seem to be able to focus.”

He hummed, nodding his head “It's alright. I was just-” he looked ahead of him at the vast green garden splayed in front of you “I suppose I got too carried away by my own thoughts.”

“How so?” you couldn't help but asked, encouraged by the small smile that lifted at the corner of his lips.

“That story you read to me, about the knight and the princess. The one where he doesn't know if he should confess his love to her or not.” and then it fell and you hated yourself more, if possible “We were in a place very similar to this, we were very much like this, when you first mentioned it to me. I couldn't help but... remember it. I suppose, it's all a losing battle. Against my thoughts, against my memories, against-”

My feelings for you. My heart. My own self. My pain.

There were so many words that could fill in that sentence and each one of them hurt more than the other one. You didn't want him to continue, that much you knew.

“Yes” you nodded your head as well, eyes focusing for a couple on the glass of champagne in your hands “How could I possibly ever forget? I remember everything about you, aout us.”

You hadn't meant for that to come out loud but it seemed that he appreciated it because it put a smile on his lips, albeit sad, as his blue eyes found you again. If only he didn't look so dashing in that suit, if only he didn't look like he could easily not be just another guest to the part but rather the host- And then you remembered that he was not and could never be, not when it was another man's place to.

He nodded his head, holding your gaze for a couple more second before whispering “Is it better to speak or to die?” he quoted the line and yet you felt like he wasn't speaking about the book “So... does he speak?”

“I don't know... Does he?” you asked in return, your eyes filling with tears that you had been so carefully trying to fight ever since you saw him during the beginning of the party.

He held your gaze, longer each time he would and certainly far longer than appropriate, before he gave you again a half sad smile and tore his eyes from you “I was hoping you'd know.” he said before his eyes cast down, a frown set on his face “Should he?”

The whisper and the way his voice cracked felt so much worse than all the pained looks you'd seen in his eyes during all of this. It hurt worse, in a way that no words could describe. It was almost as if he was pleading for you to tell him how to act, how to speak and behave, how to... end his pain, how to put an end to his torment when it was obvious you weren't going to end it for him. It wasn't that you didn't want to, if only, you actually couldn't.

“Should she?” your voice was barely above a whisper, you wouldn't blame him if he didn't hear you and truth be told you didn't know if you wanted him to have heard you.

Should you really do something to put an end to his pain? There was only one way, one you could think of, but that was not possible. Not after tonight for sure.

“Time will tell then? We'll see.” he sighed in the end, after a couple seconds of silence. He took a sip of his drink, his eyes focusing on the glass before he smiled but you couldn't face the hollow and pained smile again, not after all these times so you looked away, until he spoke again.

“I suppose congratulations are in order, right?”

Your head snapped in his direction and any attempt, no matter how poor, at seeming calm and at peace, happy even, faded right away. Your eyes locked with his as you held your breath.

“Sebastian-” you started, but the lump in your throat prevented you from speaking.

“I mean-” a bitter laugh “I haven't gotten to tell you so yet, have I? It's-” he cleared his throat “Congratulations, on the engagement. He's- he's a good man, honest and trustworthy. Kind and very loving to his family, he'd do anything for them and also you now. You don't have to worry about a single thing, he'll make you happy. You're lucky. With a husband like him you'll-”

A scoff of a laugh that broke free from your lips cut him off, your watery eyes managing to wipe even the small fake smile he had on “You're kidding me, right?”

“I-” he started but you shook your head furiously with pursed lips and glossy eyes.

“What are you doing, Sebastian? Why are you doing this?” you asked again, your voice cracking “You know very well that this is not a marriage I wanted. None of this is what I wanted, not with him. Yes, he is a good man. Yes, he is honest, the most honest of all of my father's business partner's sons I've ever met. He is the only one that will do something good out of this arrangement, out of this business deal. He won't take my family's money to spend it in deals about trafficking or weapons or who knows what else. And that is the only reason why I've accepted this. Yes-” you hissed “Yes, he is a good man that could make me happy, if only I had it in me to feel that. If only I had it in me to love him, because I know how much I've tried already and failed every time. I know I can't. He was a better choice, but that doesn't mean he's my choice. None of this is my choice, Sebastian. There is nothing normal about this and nothing that is worth of congratulating. If you want to say something, then wish me good luck surviving the rest of my life. Because I've long ago stopped living since this deal was made and there is no happiness for me in the horizon.”

You let out a shaky breath, choking luckily only when you were done rambling. You closed your eyes, praying that your tears would stay away as they were supposed to. Closing your hand into a fist, you also prayed that the shaking would stop before he noticed.

“You-” you opened your eyes, sniffling despite the smile on your lips; it was sad and it hurt “You've ruined every man for me from now on. Who would have thought?”

“If it's of any importance to you... you've done the same so... we're on the same situation.”

Despite your better judgment, you couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. Looking up at the moon, you let out a sigh “What has my life come to? What is this fucking mess...?”

“A mess? Is that what it is to you?” Sebastian raised an eyebrow, and you noticed the pain in his voice.

“Sebastian, it's my own engagement party and I'm- here and I'm- Look at me. I'm-” you looked away for a second as you spoke in a weak whisper of a confession “Barely able to hold myself back from falling into your arms. You- all you have to do is ask it and I'd be yours and I-” you paused, looking back at him “That can't happen. That's why this is a mess. Not you, not us, but me.”

He spent a couple seconds breathing in and out, as if trying to calm himself, to get his heart rate under control “You know-” he spoke up softly “Maybe I should have told you earlier, as in earlier when we were still-” he cleared his throat, stopping abruptly “Yeah. Maybe. I mean, I always was at a loss for words with you but- You look great in white and you are stunning tonight. I can only imagine... You'll make a wonderful bride, I know that. Especially if you are truly happy.”

“Come on-” you laughed bitterly again “We both know I won't be able to do any of that, Seb.”

“I didn't mean-” you took a sharp breath in when you felt his fingers on your cheek, not having realized as you kept your eyes away that he had gotten so close “During your wedding with... him. I meant during a wedding you'd ave chosen with a man you love and a man who can make you truly happy.”

“And you're saying you would?” you whispered, not having the strength to beat around the bush anymore. It would only cause more pain, there was no use when it was just the two of you.

“I could try. I would want... I want nothing more than to be able to try.”

“I know.” you choked out, nuzzling your face in his palm “Gosh, I know so well, Sebastian. And I wish, if only, there was a way, another world even another lifetime where we could-” the lump in your throat stopped you from speaking.

“There is only one world, this one, but we all create worlds of our own based on the choices we make. If we chose to be... like this, together, if we want to then we can fight for it and-” he paused when he noticed the way you were frowning. It wasn't only guilt to have to let down the other man inside now, him having been too good to you already, it was also fear and doubt that it could ever happen “We could run away. Together. Have us a life together, away from all this.”

“Don't.” you choked out,taking a painful step back “Don't do this to me.”

“You know I want you.” he continued anyway “You know I never stopped wanting you. Never stopped loving you. If you just- Please just give me a chance.” and then he asked it, he really did, and you tried to will all of your strength to keep yourself from crumbling down. Or worse, from giving in.

You willed yourself to believe he was not really asking.

“This is not fair, Sebastian, you know this is not.” you forced out.

“Why not? It's not fair for me to watch you marry another man you don't love, either. It's not just for you. You know you don't and won't even try to deny it, for the sake of a business deal made between your fathers. For the sake of-”

“Your safety? Yes I would.” you said more determined “Sebastian, I'd give my life for you, sacrificing my freedom and happiness for your life is the least I can do now. You know what my father would do to you if he found out? Do you have any idea?”

“It doesn't all have to be so grim. It doesn't have to-”

“It has to.” you cut him off firmly yet softly “We both know it. We have to... let go, of the past of what was and what could have been. It was- I will always cherish the memories but please, just please, don't do this to me. If you still somehow, if there is some part of you, that still loves me the you won't keep going. You'll let me do this. It really is not fair otherwise.”

“Why?” he finally asked, lips pursing as his fight against tears was becoming harder with each passing second.

“Because you're the only one that could end it all, right here and now. With just one word, you could have me if you only asked. Really asked. I'd leave it all behind for you and...” you took in a shaky breath when he took a step closer to you “That's the most selfish thing I could do. Please, don't make me act so selfishly. Please.” you nearly begged.

You nearly begged because the look in his eyes told you a different story. Those eyes of a man madly in love with you for the first time didn't calm you down, they scared you. And the fear you felt about his own safety only seemed to increase when you realized there was no concern for himself there.

“Tell me goodbye.” you spoke up, fast before he could say anything you'd regret “Tell me goodbye, leave tonight and- and never come to see me again, Seb. Let me never face you again. Make this easy, please. Even a little bit, I need that from you.”

“You know I'd give you the world if I could. I always wanted to, I still do.” he whispered and yet his words, as much as they could be considered comforting, put a feeling of dread within you “But this time I won't.”

He pulled away, taking several steps back “I'd better leave you alone to enjoy your drink. I'll see you around, (Y/n), I promise this is not the last of it... of us.” and you hated yourself because this meant the torture would keep going for the both of you but you wanted it to with every fiber in your body; you selfishly wanted him to keep fighting in case one day you could win together “Give my congratulations to your fiance too.”

[spideyjlaw]

oh my god

[motionless-friction]

This is something Bucky would do, and you can't tell me otherwise... Ima totally write a little something something about this on my writing profile. 😈

@komotionlessqueenmm

[turtle-steverogers]

HELLO it's time for me to go to bed, and that means it's YEARNING HOURS so i am here to beg you to go on in regards to bucky's love letters pretty please

he starts the day he gets his draft notice and writes them all through the war, hiding them in the bottom of his bag, and then they end up with howard after he dies and tony gives all of it to steve, who is so grief-stricken that he doesn't ever go through it fully, and then bucky finds it later and starts adding to the pile again...

CASS YOU MENACE I WAS ABOUT TO SHOWER

ALSO I raise you, steve finds them in bucky’s things the evening he returns to camp after bucky’s death. he knows immediately what they are— can see his name written in bucky’s familiar scrawl, carved with love and that idle comfort of having written it so many times and he can’t— he can’t—

he gives them to howard. tells him if he harms them at all, steve will know and he will never forgive him. howard stores them away in a box to leave untouched.

steve dies three days later

-

tony does return them to steve eventually, and steve can still see his name in that same, familiar scrawl now weathered by time and yellowed with age. he feels that sentiment deep in his soul, and the papers might be 70 years old now, but the grief steve feels is still a few months fresh, and he still can’t—

he puts them in the safe in his closet and pretends that they don’t exist

-

bucky finds them one afternoon when he goes into their shared safe to get some tax forms. he knows immediately what they are and it makes his head hurt to look at. they look largely untouched, which makes sense, and he doesn’t know if either of them would be ready to face that particular icy hell. the pain that lies between the sheafs of paper

but they’ve been learning each other again, and learning to do things new, so he takes his journal and scrawls out a new love letter. a “thank you” and “i love you” and “i’m here” in equal parts. he leaves it under the apple juice for steve to find

and later when he finds steve standing in the kitchen, apple juice jug in one hand and paper in the other, stock still with tears running down his face, he takes him into his arms

“i’m here. i’ve always been here,” he says

“i know,” steve whispers. “i never stopped feeling you”

[unhingedfrog]

thinking about how sam and bucky will reunite in the next episode and we will get to see their chemistry again and how sambucky fanfic will hit different as we've gathered a sense on how they properly interact aside from one-liners in the movies

[lesbianwyllravengard]

NObody better talk to me, I’m busy refreshing the Joaquin Torres tag 

[marvelandnothingelse-is-tired]

Tony: You're right.

Bucky: That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

Tony: >:(

[casdean-jenmish]

I’d let this man RAIL me into next Sunday while I sang gospel songs asking the lord to forgive me for the sins this man made me do 😩🙏🏼

[heebsthejeebs]

My friend: Y’know, there were valid points on both sides of Civil War, and anyway both sides overreacted, there were better ways to figure it out.

Me, with my “I relate to Steve Rogers because I too would start a civil war over Bucky Barnes” T-Shirt: ok but listen-