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[ultralightpoe]

Avoidance - Bucky Barnes

Authors Note: Clearing out drafts and found this puppy, there is a part two but I have to edit it.. Enjoy!

Word count: 3833

Warnings: Angst.

Enjoy!

This was weird, and by weird you mean absolutely outrageous. You honestly had no clue when it started, but you had racked your brain for the past month to try and see where you had gone wrong. Something you might have said or done to make things this way. 

You had to have done something. 

Because a month ago Bucky Barnes had been your best friend on this earth, stuck together at the hip. A month ago your friendship had been forged by steel, you would rarely see one without the other. Dinners and sleepovers and missions together. It was Bucky and Y/n, Y/n and Bucky. 

It had been a friendship that had started off a little rocky, since Bucky had been stuck to Steve’s side, quiet as ever. You had been a bit too much when he came to the compound, excited to welcome him and show him the best the new world has to offer since you yourself had been a victim of Hydra as well. 

You had once been an excited scientist ready to change the world of medicine and instead had come out a mutant that could talk to plants. Years of pain and finally you were meeting someone you might be able to help. 

But Bucky had not enjoyed your help, in fact he didn’t seem to enjoy you at all. When you first met years ago he would all but leave the room whenever you came in. 

At first you felt pathetic, and a little bit annoying, but Bucky finally opened up. He apologized and explained that he was nervous, nervous to be around you and nervous that you would have recognized him. 

Soon after that he came to you for cooking advice and movie nights, you showed him the plants and best healing herbs. You told Bucky everything….. Well almost everything.

You had never told him how you truly felt. How your heartbeat through your chest everytime he looked at you, or the way your lungs seemed to expand for easier air when he spoke to you. Never admit to the heat that filled your body every time you touched him. 

You never admitted to loving him, but that was because you were sure that he would start avoiding you again just like he had when you first met. 

Not that it mattered because he started avoiding you again anyways. 

You think about the day you met him  as you shuffle about your apartment in Stark Tower, barefoot on the cold floors as you try to let the nail polish dry easily and clean up the living room. 

- 

The compound smelled of heavy lemon cleaning solution and you couldn’t decide if you loved or hated the smell, but that didn’t really matter now as you dashed through the halls. Your shoes clapped against the freshly cleaned floors as you did your ebay to fix your lab coat and hair. 

You were supposed to meet Steve and Nat at the quinjet landing pad 30 minutes ago, but had ended up taking a few more patients for the day before Mr. Stark had reminded you to clock out. 

You were leading his new medicinal lead, a program that would offer access to better medicine to the people of the world. And though he loved working in the lab with you he often had to remind you not to overwork yourself. 

You just wish he had reminded you a little sooner today since you were desperate to make a good first impression. And that wasn’t going to happen if you were late. 

“No running in the halls!” Clint calls in a teasing manner which makes you punch his arm as you pass, nearly tripping yourself up since you weren’t paying attention but finally you were hopping up the stairs to the rooftop exit, covered in sweat as you hear the thunderous sound of the quinjet wings starting up again. 

You push the heavy door open and gasp in surprise when Steve and a brunette stranger lean back with wide eyes, the door barely skimming the blonde’s nose. 

“There she is, dangerous as usual.” Nat smiles, coming around to hug you as you shut the door quieter this time. 

“Hey, I’m so sorry I am late-” You start, hugging your best friend before moving to hug Steve who lifts you a little when he hugs back, kissing your hair line before letting you go and backing up so you could see his friend.  “You must be Bucky.”

You move to hug him, realizing your mistake a second too late when he backs up, his fists tightening at his sides while his arctic blue eyes widen like a caged animal, his jaw tenses. He had been prepared for a fight, so you take a step back, even out your lab coat and try to smile. “Sorry, I don’t know why I did that. I’m y/n.”

He nods, the quinjet taking off in the back which makes you and him both flinch, the wind whipping your hair around before Steve is pulling you by your arm as softly as he can to lead you both inside. 

“We were just talking about getting something to eat-” Steve begins when they finally close the door. 

“Oh, we could take him to that diner that you like Stevie. The one that has the old school food-”

“Maybe just us tonight.” Nat interrupts, casting a nervous look to where Bucky stands in the corner, jaw still tense. 

You read the room easily, Nat must know Bucky doesn’t want to be near you right now so you simply nod, giving them one more smile before reaching your hand out to him. “It was great to meet you…..”

He ignores your hand and you have to awkwardly shove it back into your pocket before nodding, taking your leave as Nat mumbles to him in russian. 

- 

When you are sure your apartments are clean enough you leave for your lab shift a little early so that you could stop by Bucks apartment, nervous as can be when you make it there. 

Reaching a hand up to knock lightly and wait, your feet shuffling on the floors as you rub at your eyes from the lack of sleep, trying to keep yourself awake. When the door creaks open the tiniest bit you pull your hands down quickly and try to act cool when you make eye contact with Bucky. 

“Hey Buck.” You smile, doing your best to act happy. He stares for a moment, blue eyes flashing in excitement that gets your hopes up as he opens the door a little wider. 

“Mornin’.” He grunts out, looking back to check the time before turning to you once more. “A bit early isn’t it?”

“Yes. Sorry. I was heading to the lab but I wanted to see if you still wanted to have dinner tonight? I get off at 5 but-”

“I’m a bit busy tonight, sorry Do-Y/n.” He clears his throat, using his flesh fingers to comb his hair back. 

“You sure? It’s pancake night at the diner-”

“Not tonight. I will see you later, Y/n.” He sighs, giving you one last smile before shutting the door softly. 

You stay there a moment, trying to calm your nerves as you hear a small thump on the other side of the door and assume he must have locked it so you simply sigh and walk to the lab where Tony is chugging a large cup of coffee. 

“Morning dork.” He greets, smiling a bit as he nods his head to the box of donuts to the side. “Since you have been down lately.”

You didn’t want to admit to Tony that you had ‘been down’ because you missed Bucky, that would be embarrassing and might clue him in to your crush. So you give him your best smile, and kiss his cheek before moving to your station to begin working. 

But you can’t get Bucky out of your head. All you can think is ‘what did I do? Why is he mad at me? How can I fix this?”

Anxiety claws at your nerves, and you are too far into your thoughts to notice the chaos that your anxiety is ensuing over the lab. That is until you hear both Tony and Bruce curse and jump back, glass shattering. 

Your head snaps back to where they are both trying to regain their footing and find that the small houseplant Pepper had given Bruce for his birthday had grown tenfold. The vines covered most of the lab. 

“Apparently the donuts did not cheer her up.” Bruce sighs, both of them turning to where you are standing with your hands clenched around a beaker and a pen as tight as they would go. 

“I’m so sorry guys-”

“Can you undo it?” Bruce asks gently and you scoff.

“Can you undo damages to buildings when you-”

“I know I know. I’m sorry.” He laughs, waving his hands. “Hulk smashes, poison ivy grows plants-”

“I’m not-”

“She’s not poison ivy.” Tony snaps in your defense and you feel a wave a love for him before he ruins it. “She’s itchy oak.”

“You are so dead!” 

- 

Bucky was screwed. So unbelievably screwed.

This whole plan was tearing him apart, and he didn’t think he could hold out much longer, even smelling your shampoo this morning had him ready to crack. Pull you into his arms and never let you go. 

But he couldn’t, Natasha had told him not to. 

This started the day he met you, the day he fell in love. 

He had been standing on the quinjet with Steve and Nat, trying to pretend as though he wasn’t losing his mind at all the commotion. The sounds of the Quinet queuing up behind them, the wind nipping at his cheeks and neck as he thought of all the spots snipers could be hiding in the buildings by them though Stark Tower stood tall enough no one should be able to shoot him. He just couldn’t help it; he was a soldier. 

Nat seemed to realize his tension, pushing both men forward to the door before it swung open, a hair's breadth from Steve’s face. He hears Nat giggle and the quinjet start up again as his eyes finally land on you. 

There you were, perfection in human form. Sunlight and warmth and…..just everything he could ever want. 

His brain barely registered you moving to hug him before he moved back, tensing and letting the fear control him. 

“Sorry, I don’t know why I did that. I’m Y/n.” You had said and he saw what looked to be nervousness covering your face as his heart lurched. Two seconds in and he was already ruining you. 

All he could think was ‘monster. Monster monster monster.”

It took weeks for Steve to convince him to talk to you. 

And he was so grateful he did. 

- 

The lab was bright, and there was not a speck of dust in sight. And yet, somehow, the room that should have reminded him most of Hydra didn’t feel like it. Rather than a cold brightness it was warm lights from the glass windows and the desks were decorated with plants and photos. Little knick knacks strewn about that showed that the people who worked in here were human, good and warm humans. 

And then his eyes landed on your desk, where you currently concentrated on something he could barely comprehend, a beautiful cactus in a decorated pot on the shelf by you. 

Wiping the sweat on his pants, and taking a deep breath in before he moves up to where you were. 

“You don’t have to water cacti.” He blurts, gasping out when you shout in shock , the back on your head hitting the shelf. 

“What?” You gasp out, rubbing your head. 

“I read…” He takes a second to breathe in. “I read somewhere that you don’t have to water them everyday. They are self-sufficient.”

“Oh! Yeah, they like water every 2 weeks and of course sunlight but….” You trail off, turning to the small cactus that seems to stand taller at your attention. Then you turn back to him with a nervous smile. “What are you doing? Are you feeling ill?”

“Me? No. I was…. I was actually wondering if you would show me that diner you had talked about the day I came-”

“YES!” You blurt, jumping up and taking your lab coat off. “I am starving.”

He spent the next three hours with you at the diner, talking about everything in the new world that he had found. 

- 

Weekly dinners turned into hanging out every day. Which was amazing because Bucky felt like he could truly breathe when he was with you. 

There was no Winter Soldier, there was no Soviet Soldier. There was no World War 2 sniper. With you he was Bucky. 

But he fell in love with you, and he had no clue how to talk to you about that. He was terrified that you would never talk to him again. 

Which lead him to this. 

“Maybe you just need a break.” Nat suggested last month, watching him try to climb off the sparring mat and catch his breath. 

“I do.” He snaps. “I don’t know how you are never out of breath -”

“I meant from y/n.” She corrects. “Just take a breather. You both are so wrapped up in each other that you forget to breathe without each other. Codependency hurts more when it’s forcefully torn rather than willingly.”

“What do you mean?”

“Take a break on your terms. Just a breather Barnes. You are tearing yourself apart.”

“So what do I do? Just not hang out with her? I can’t breathe when I’m not with her-”

“That’s my point..” She sighs. 

- 

“I don’t get it… why are you mad?” Bucky asks, craning his neck to watch you shuffle around behind the couch, snatching the snacks you brought over and climbing over the couch before you are cuddled into his side and near his warmth. 

“I’m mad, Buck, because you just admitted to an actual sin.” You mumble, allowing him to wrap you in the blanket and pull you closer. “How have you not seen it yet? Everyone has. Hunger Games is a national…..”

“National?” He asks, eyebrow lifting as he waits for you to finish your sentence, reaching a hand up to rub his thumb over your cheek, lovingly. 

“Well I don’t want to say treasure because that just feels wrong since it’s a bunch of kids fighting to the death but everyone needs to see it once.” You gush and he can’t help but smile as you snatch the remote and start the movie. “I brought twizzlers so-”

He cuts you off by snatching the twizzlers and moving you both around so your head was laying on his chest and your legs intertwined with his own. “What’s with that guy's beard? And why is the other guy's hair blue?”

“Just you wait……”

- 

“Did I say something to upset him?” You ask Steve, following him around the kitchen like a lost duck while he cooks dinner for the team tonight.  “What did I do Steve?”

“I don’t think you did anything.” He sighs, giving you a pitious glance, before he starts chopping tomatoes. “Buck practically worships the ground you walk on, trust me I would know if you did something wrong.”

“I just don’t underst-” Before you could finish your sentence Steve watches as your phone rings and Yelena’s face pops up. You give him an apologetic glance before leaving the room, and right as you leave one door his best pal comes in another. 

“Need any help?” Bucky asks, with Sam slinking behind him with a bag of chips. 

“No junk food before dinner.” He snaps, snatching the bag and tossing it to the side which makes Sam groan out and move to grab a drink, stopping at the sight of the shriveled plant. 

“Someone get rid of that before Y/n sees it.”  He laughs, making the other two look to it. 

“I watered that plant 30 minutes ago.” Steve gasps, “it was fully alive before she came in-”

“You mean…. You mean to tell me Y/n drained a plant?” Sam asks, casting a side eye to where Bucky stands with a worried look. 

“Is she okay?” He asks, walking up and using his flesh hand to touch at the leaves before he picks up the pot and pulls it close to himself. “I’m gonna get rid of this before she sees what happened to it.”

“You should talk to her, Buck.” Steve sighs. “She’s worried that she did something.” 

- 

The rain beat against the window harshly, thunder rumbling in the distance as the smell of the spearmint candle you lit earlier fills the air. 

Bucky wakes up slowly, exhaustion still filling his body as he swipes a hand to rub his eyes, lifting his head ever so slightly to see what had managed to wake him up. Vision blurry as he surveys the room for threats only to find you curled in on yourself with vines covering your arms. 

Panic claws at him, moving forward to push the hair out of your face and wake you slowly, kissing at your forehead. 

You open your eyes slowly, and he whispers to help ease your anxiety, kissing the corner of your lips as he rubs at your arms. “What’s going on?”

“Bad dream…” You mumble out, shoving your face in his chest. 

“What were you dreaming about?” 

“My cell.” His spine tightens as he remembers what you had to go through. The damp and moldy cell they kept you in, the years of abuse and torture. Of course the rainstorm would draw these memories out. 

“Come here, doll” He whispers, pulling the blanket tighter around you both and keeping a tight hold on you. “Just stay with me, yeah? We’ll be alright together.”

You both fall back asleep, keeping a tight hold on eachother. 

-

Three mornings later you find yourself prepped and ready to go for the mission, nerves racking through your body as you walk to the loading bay of the quinjet. With your duffel bag strewn over one shoulder and your gloves in your hand as you try to smile at Bucky. 

“Hey Buck.” You start, watching everyone else in their suits. “Are you ready for the mission?” 

“As ready as I can be…. Did you sleep last night?” He asks, stepping closer with a worried expression before thinking and stepping back. 

“Not really. I was actually hoping to talk to you before the-”

“Alright Barnes. Are you ready?” Natasha asks, coming up behind him. “We need to talk about-”

“Wait, what?” You interrupt, heart clenching. “Are you…..wait are you guys teaming up this session?” 

You truly didn’t want to seem lame when you asked this, but you were so confused. “Buck, we always pair up.”

Why did you feel like a middle schooler again? 

“Well, sometimes things change. And Nat is down a partner since Clint is with his family.” Bucky blushes, looking between you and Nat as she narrows her eyes. 

Feeling your eyes fill with tears you rush to go into the quinjet, dashing past Steve to find a spot. 

The blonde narrows his eyes and marches to his friend, where Nat is already digging in. “What was that?” 

“What was what?” Bucky asks nervously, eyes casting everywhere else. 

“I told you to take a break, Barnes. Not cut her off.” Nat snaps.

“Why did you tell him to cut her off?” Steve asks, hands on his hips as he glares at the two of them.

“I didn’t say to cut her off. I said to take a break.”

“Why?!” 

“Because he loves her!”

“Still not catching up.” Steve sighs. “Why take a break if he loves her?”

“Because she is never gonna love me back!” His friend snaps, “She controls plants and I’m a monster.”

“You’re not a monster-”

“We’ll talk about this later.” Bucky snaps and storms off. 

- 

The waitress at the old school diner recognized you and Bucky by now, smiling at you both as you walked in with your hands entwined. She nods her head to your normal booth and Bucky leads the way. 

You eat dinner, listening to Bucky talk about his day before the waitress comes by with a sunday. 

“The older couple sent this for you guys.” She smiles. “They said you were an adorable couple.”

Your face goes beet red, blanching out before you rush out. “We’re not a couple.”

Bucky gets embarrassed by this, the blatant rejection. Meanwhile you were worried about the fact that Bucky would realize your crush. 

“D-Did you still want to watch Star Trek tomorrow?” You ask nervously. 

“Actually I have to train with Nat tomorrow.” He sighs, ears going pink as he blushes. 

- 

The rain outside the quinjet was alarming, your nerves were beginning to get the best of you, but you were trying to remain cool as you avoided looking in Bucky’s direction. 

With your leg shaking and Sam prattling off different codes you tried to focus on anything else but the rain, anything, just so long as you didn’t lose your cool right now. 

You were nervous, because of the rain and the fact that you would be the only one without a partner, but most of all you were angry. 

What had you done to Bucky to be cut out this way? 

A five year friendship completely cut off with no explanation as to why. Treated like the scum on a shoe and for what? What had you done and why couldn’t he just talk to you?

“Y/n?” Sam calls, snapping your attention up to him as he peers at you. “You okay?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” You fake a laugh, hands fisted into your sides as you hear a flash of thunder in the distance, thoughts going back to that moldy and cold cell they had kept you in. You could still feel the vines leaching across your body in an attempt to keep you warm, using all your strength just to grow them. 

“Because Steve has been calling your name for three minutes.” Sam whispers which makes you turn to where Steve is standing with a deeply concerned look. Bucky and  Nat sit together behind him, both of them holding concerned looks of their own. 

Making eye contact with Bucky, watching his blue eyes melt at you, before an angry vile feeling loosens in your chest. You didn’t want any of their pity. 

If he didn’t want to talk to you then so be it. 

So you simply turn away and nod to Steve, turning to the front so you don't have to look at any of them. 

If Barnes wanted to cut you out then so be it. You would cut him out as well.

Part Two

[justkookin]

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[frostironfudge]

Devour - Bucky Barnes

Summary: the new pics of seb have me in a vice grip so here is Bucky on a Mediterranean getaway with you

Pairing: mafia!bucky x fem!reader

Word Count: 880

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, sm/ut, or/al fem receiving, dirt/y talk, allusions to previous smu/tty times, d/s vibes, sorta mafia bucky?, sorta soft moments, also prinţesă means princess (romanian)

A/N: this picture got everything to life for this drabble @sebsgirl71479 thank you for this picture

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The heat is sweltering.

Drops of sweat mimic the condensation on your pink drink’s glass. Taking another sip you grumble the ice watering down the sweet and sour concoction. 

“Something amiss?” Bucky’s tone is light teasing from behind you. 

“Drinks all watered down.” You pout, still not turning to look at him, too comfortable in the lounge chair, kindle resting on your thigh. 

The breeze finally comes in drawing out a sigh from you and your eyes close. Soon enough the sun’s heat diminishes and your breath hitches. 

The scent of amber and bergamot fills your senses urging your eyes open. Bucky leans over you, gold sunglasses perched atop his head.

Your eyes trail over his stubble growing in, as he swallows you watch his throat and then follow that trail to the necklace that half dangles still caught in his white tank top. 

That same necklace that grazed your kiss bitten lips last night, soothing the heat spreading over your skin. 

An easy smile on his face, his ring clinks against the glass. “Here,” he says handing you the replacement drink and he stands, “Can’t have my best girl pouting can I?” 

You roll your eyes and he pinches your cheek a habit he formed early on both out of endearment and knowing it annoys you. 

You admire his outfit, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Fuck the drink you want to drink your man in. 

“See something you like prinţesă? You have that look on your face.” Azure eyes that put the Mediterranean seas to shame glint with mischief. 

“Oh, I see something I love.” You flirt back, admiring the way his eyes crinkle as his grin takes over. 

“A moment ago,” He returns to his original spot, the one where he hovered over you.

“You seemed as though you saw something you want to devour.” He smirks, head dipped low, lips brushing below your ear, you whimper. 

The pendant of his necklace brushes over your sternum. Cold against warm.

“Bucky—,” Your words meld into a moan when his lips trail down your neck, he leaves open mouthed kisses and your hands find his shirt tugging on it wanting him closer. 

“A little temptress in this swimsuit of yours,” his larger palm traces from your knee up your thigh and you arch but he only continues over your body till he pinches your hardened nipple through the fabric, “Fuck.” 

He reclined the lounge chair further back, caging you in, your leg now wrapped around him. 

Bucky’s lips are on yours, needy, frantic, cock straining against his pants and your hands wandering but pulling him closer. 

He chuckles into the kiss as your fingers aid in the fall of his sunglasses and his hair coming loose from the bun. He loves how needy you become for him. 

How beautiful you look sun kissed and kiss bitten from the night before all of his marks proudly displayed across your chest, shoulder, the one he left on your inner thigh. 

Bucky growls as a particular grind of his hips makes you moan as your clit begs for more attention. 

“Please, Bucky, please,” You plead pushing the soft blue shirt off of his shoulders. 

“Want to taste you, my temptress.” He cups your jaw, thumb stroking your lips, you suck on the tip of his finger. 

“I want to taste you too.” You nip at the flesh, Bucky smirks above you. 

“I’d have whipped this outfit out sooner.” He laughs when you huff frustrated, then groans as you grind your hips to his, smirking up at him when he affixes you with a pointed glare to behave. 

“I’ll eat you out right here, prinţesă.” He says in warning, hand moving to cup your mound. He can feel the heat of your skin, his own favourite concoction waiting between your thighs. 

“Is that supposed to scare me?” You raise a brow, “Because if I remember right, no one else sees what belongs to the White Wolf.” 

His eyes blaze with something deeper than lust, his possessiveness and protectiveness for you a known fact in his ruthless world. 

“Hmm, well if anyone does see,” He kisses your cheek, then trails his lips down your neck, over your chest the warmth of his mouth preceded by the cool necklace over your abdomen. Bucky settles between your thighs, pushing them apart but pulling you close. 

Nose brushing over your clothed cunt and the sight is so erotic you can’t help but moan. 

“If anyone does see you pleading and pleasing me they know you are mine temptress. As they should.” 

The fabric is peeled away and your folds are soaked, he hums pleased before his tongue runs over your aching cunt. 

You keen as his lips latch onto your clit, your fingers tangle in Bucky’s hair. 

“Which one of us is in for a treat?” Bucky questions rhetorically as you tremble beneath him, his rings digging into your thighs. 

Bucky moans, at your taste, “We’re to remain here my temptress. I want to have my fill. You will give me how ever many I want won’t you?” 

You nod.

“My good fucking girl.” He praises, mouth back on you, your moans pleasing his ears and your taste satiating as well as growing his hunger for you. 

-x-x-x-x-

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[iwantutobehapppier]

As It Was

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You and Steve had been hooking up on the sly for months now. Feelings are caught but is everyone adult enough to deal with them? And who caught them?

Warning: 18+ Only, Smut, Angst, sooo much angst. I’m not a nice person in this one. Described panic attack, cursing etc.

Word Count: 3,990

A/N: I’m in a mood and working through it. There will be sex and angst. Expect nothing more. Enjoy! :) Sorry not sorry. @sagechanoafterdark​ is gonna hate me after this but I will make her latkes to make up for it. Oh and def not MCU Canon. Everyone’s alive, I'm making it angsty enough don’t need dead peeps too. For now kekeke. 

You were both truly naive to think you could hide from a group of spies and enhanced like this but your hopefulness coupled with Steve’s never-ending optimism pushed you into delusions. Or maybe it was just the lies you let yourselves live in, that this was only sex and there was no need for anyone else to know.

“How did that date go last night?” You tried to focus on Wanda’s idle chit-chat waiting for the rest of the team to file into the conference room for a debriefing on the newest mission. Steve stood to the side of the room talking with Bucky; you looked his way to find him staring at you. He shouldn’t be so obvious really but it was hard not to stare as you were in his bed just this morning.

“Hello?” Wanda waved her hand in front of your face. You jerked back giving her full attention but not without a bashful glance.

“Good. I mean probably okay?” You sighed, “No it went pretty bad actually.” Wanda’s frown encompassed her whole face; she had been trying so hard to help you with your love life. It wasn’t like you could fault her for meddling, Vision and she worked so well together and she wanted the same for you.

She just couldn’t know that it was hard to have any good date when you were hooking up with Captain America on the sly. They would all pale in comparison but this date had been quite the spectacle of tragedies.

“Never knew someone could talk about themselves for an entire night. Let’s not forget he flirted blatantly with the waitress then, made some innuendo at me blowing him in his car in the middle of dessert.” Giving a reader’s digest version of the story you wouldn’t mention to her the way his hand kept riding up your skirt or how he practically propositioned the kind waitress to partake in a threesome.

You may have also spared the details for listening ears, specifically the pair attached to a blonde centenarian, who would not respond well to learning you had not been entirely forthcoming with details when wrapped up in his bedsheets following the atrocious date.

“He tried to put his hand up your skirt?!” Wanda’s tone was harsh, her powers lighting up her hands in response to her rage.

“You promised!” You frowned at her, you had requested several times she keep her wandering mind to herself around you. Wanda blushed at being caught.

“I knew you were holding back,” She didn’t even vein remorse, “I’m sorry it went so badly but I am not sorry for prying.” She took your hands in hers about to speak but Tony interrupted.

“I know you all have missed me whilst away,” Tony held his hand to his heart “But I am here!” last to enter with this signature flair of dramatics, “Capsicle take it away!” Tony plopped down next to you with a side smirk that you reciprocated with an eye roll.

Facing forward Steve’s eyes landed on you first, the small frown marring his face indicating he had heard Wanda.

“Let’s get started,” Tightness in his voice made you involuntarily flinch, you knew, later on, there’d be a conversation or worse there wouldn’t be one at all.

~~*~~

You limp your way back to the personal quarters following a very long but successful mission. Not without the colossal share of setbacks landing Natasha in the med bay, Bucky stranded at one point without working comm, Tony’s suit damaged beyond macrobiotics ability to repair and you along with Steve ambushed. What did it matter though if the mission was successful?

Happy to finally be back in the sanctuary for your room you started the shower letting it warm up while you slipped out of your gear. Walking back into your bedroom the welcomed silence was interrupted by your sharp inhale through clenched teeth at the pull of the tight suit on bruised and battered muscles.

“Need some help?” You jump turning around at the sight of Steve leaning against your door jam. His arms crossed over his torn and dirty stealth uniform. Did he follow you to your room from the Quinjet? The jerk on your battered body nearly sends you to your knees in pain. You just wanted to be in that hot shower, let your body feel some form of relief.

“Yes, please,” All you can get out, working hard to keep the tears of pain at bay. There was no reason to hold them back except your own pride. Steve shut your door and strode over to you, helping you peel the catsuit down your back, over your hips, his fingers gentle trailing over forming bruises. 

Steve clenches his jaw the more he exposes your injuries, a rather deep cut on your hip, dried blood trailing all the way past your knee. You place your hands on his shoulder when he ushers your legs from the suit. Left in your activewear bra and underwear you felt an unusual level of vulnerability.

You two had been fooling around for months but neither tended to each other in such a way outside of mandatory mission first aid. 

“I’m going to wash this grime off, did you want to join?” You voice barely a whisper staring down at Steve, his head slowly trailing up your body to catch your gaze. With a brief nod he stands up and you step out of your suit, moving to face his chest and helping him remove his suit. 

Soon the two of you are bare, under the harsh bathroom fluorescents and warm large showerhead’s rushing water. You stand there, your back to his front, almost touching. Almost something more than just a mutual need to clean. You close your eyes and tilt-up, letting the rainfall showerhead leave trails of water down your face. The two of you shampooed your respective hair, he opted to use your gardenia scented shampoo, his own shampoo only ever in his bathroom.

Having him so close and naked but not touching left an uneasy ache in your stomach. The sensation that something was wrong, but what could be wrong? You turned your head back to look at him, his eyes were already on you, they were always on you. His gaze felt different than any others and you weren’t sure what it meant. A storm burning behind those beautiful blue eyes. Often, you find yourself getting lost in those pools of blue. Clearing your throat you turned back around, closing your eyes and tilting your head back up to rinse the shampoo from your hair. 

Maybe you imagined it all? Your desire to want more from him projecting your own wishes in his actions.

You are startled from your thoughts when you feel a soaped washcloth gently drag across the back of your neck, along your back and moving to your front. Rough calloused hands with a tender touch washing you clean of all the harshness of the past few days. A relaxed sigh escapes your lips, the coupling of warm water helping your muscles loosen and Steve’s attention pulls you into a cloud of comfort.

An involuntary hiss pulls from your mouth when he washes the deep gash on your hip. Muttered “Sorry” is his response, bending his knees to be low enough behind you to clear away the blood. Your eyes drawn to the crimson water swirling down the drain, but you were pulled to face him, his eyes assessing your front to find any speck of grime he missed. 

Once he was satisfied you took the washcloth from him, ensuring to ring it clean and reapply soap you begin the task of cleansing him.

Petite hands run over the wide expanse of his chest following the washcloth, this feels different, you want to shake it off and pretend that was not true but it was different. Whatever it was between the two of you, it was growing, mutating, maturing into something more.

With both of you free of the missions burdens and dirt his lips crash against yours. The intensity of his kiss is startling, hands trailing up your sides to wrap around your back, pulling you flush to him. His touch was untethered in a way unfamiliar to you. Finally, he pulls his lips from yours, your lugs desperate for air. Wide eyes look at him, and he can only answer with a low lid gaze, licking his lips as he pulls you in once more to drink up all you have to offer. If he asked you’d give him everything and what was left after that.

Your hands grip his shoulders, needing an anchor in the rocking waves of his desire. His hardening cock presses against your stomach, a soft moan spilling into his mouth that he eagerly consumes it. Hands slipping down your waist, one hand gripping your wound free hip he hoists you up against the cool bathroom tiled wall. 

Legs wrapped around his waist, his gorgeous cock sitting pretty between your lips. You rock against him, your slick coating him, he grunts into your mouth, not once pulling away, you take in much need air through your nose. 

There was no need for foreplay, you were always ready for him, something you hoped he did and didn’t notice at the same time. After all the power he had over you, you wanted to keep him ignorant. Oblivious to your thoughts consumed by him, the way your skin craves his touch, your heart longed to keep him there with you forever. The dates you went on to keep appearance that this was still casual to you. That this was still whatever he wanted it to be so it wouldn’t stop.

Pulling you from your thoughts Steve manhandles your body to line you up. Releasing your lips you watch at his cock sitting at your entrance. You coo, watching him slowly push in. Your fingernails dig into his shoulder, Pushing forward until he’s reached your depths. There’s a lascivious way to how he feels inside of you. His head falling into your neck, peppering kisses on the wet skin. 

“Feel so good around me,” he garbles into your neck. The pace he starts is slow at first, almost loving, but the jarring way he pushes the last few inches in reminds you what this is. Carding your hands through his hair you pull his head back to look him in the eyes.

“Fuck me Steve,” His eyes darken, following your command he pummels into your heat. Driving you both into moaning messes. Foreheads pressed together, slapping of flesh echoing against the tiled walls. He presses his lips to yours, the softness of it contrasting the carnal brutality of his cock driving into you.

Lowering his head he takes a pebbled nipple into his mouth, suckling and pulling. Knowing you love that pain wrapped in your pleasure. Your hands slap against his back, arching into his touch you cry out. Fingers digging into the corded muscles of his back you seek purchase on something, pleasure wrecking your body of any sense. 

“Steve!” You holler, your body drawing tight as the ever needed orgasm nears. “Please,” the gentleness in your pleas pulls Steve’s head back up. A hand leaves your waist, cupping the side of your face. “Yes, I’ll give you whatever you want.” He gasps out face tightening as you both near. 

“Come for me and you can have it all,” he continues hips never faltering. His cock stretching and dragging along your walls. A particular deep thrust sends you spinning, your legs tighten around him fingers digging into flesh enough to bruise if he hadn’t been a super-soldier. 

His pace stutters, a staccato of groans fall from his lips and you feel that telling of warmth shooting inside you. God how you loved the way he felt cumming inside you.

There’s a peaceful silence in the oncoming dawn, the two of you wrapped in each other under your bedsheets. Legs tangled together, your head resting on his chest, entranced by the rhythm of his heartbeat. You woke before him, a first, drawing random patterns on his chest with your finger. 

Idle thoughts race through your head, now that the mission is washed away after a night of rest you could not help but think on your date and Steve’s reaction to you withholding information. If it wasn’t addressed sooner rather than later it would just be a new topic for you two to not talk about, just like whatever this was. 

When he wakes up, his arms wrap around you, holding you tightly against him. The embrace welcomed and certainly something you could get used to as a routine. He lets out an exaggerated yawn and smacks his lips together looking down at you with a sleep ridden smile. A smile tugs at your lips at his adorable morning mannerisms. 

Better to get this all out in the open before the day began and you became a coward.

“About that date-” Before you can say more a shadow falls over him, lips downturned when he practically chucks you off him.

“You’re not obligated to tell me things like that,” his voice rough with sleep, he swings his legs off the bed sitting up with his back to you. “You’re really not obligated to me in any way outside of following mission directives,” the curtness in his voice is searing in your ears. 

Right, right you two weren’t obligated to each other. Obligate meant you had to get something back from him other than orgasms. 

“Oh right…” the silence settles between the two of you, heavy and uncomfortable. You pull your sheets up to cover your chest while sitting up. There are a few moments of controlled breathing, erratic heartbeats, and tense shoulders. Steve stands and makes for his dirty mission clothes, never looking back at you, covering his privates with the clothes but not putting them on. Your room was across from his, not like anyone would see him.

“I’ll see you around,” It wasn’t until he was out of the room that you realized the shared silence between you two was full of all the things left unsaid, or half-spoken. 

You don’t see him again until the next mission briefing a few days later. Only looking for him once, and when he brushed you off to spend time with Bucky you weren’t hurt only upset he never came to you later. 

Entering the familiar conference room you sit next to Tony who was surprisingly there before you. He smiles at you and you return it before facing forward. Steve not looking at you, for once. His eyes on the report in his hands, a grimace covering his face before he begins to discuss the upcoming mission. Eyes never leaving the paper.

“Are there naked girls on that paper man?” Bucky asks a soft chuckle is Tony’s input.

Steve huffs looking at his longest friend, “No.” a grumble under his breath. 

“Then maybe look up, what’s wrong with you punk?” Steve’s eyes divert to you for a moment, so fast you almost miss it before he’s looking at Bucky once more.

“Nothing,” he clears his throat and continues, his eyes perusing the room but never landing on you. Your face downturned to the table, the uneasy feeling you had during the shared shower returned but tenfold. He calls out your name and it startles you, jerking up to look at him. His lips pinched before he continues.

‘You and Tony will be doing this one together,” You look at Tony who gives you a thumbs up with a soft smile. While the two of you had been paired before on group missions it had never been just the two of you.

“We’ve got this Firecracker, right?”  Giving a tentative smile you nod in agreement. Looking back to Steve he’s staring down at his papers once more, brow furrowed and lips pursed. Whatever thoughts he had storming in his brain, not good.

~~*~~

Five days, you’re with Tony for five days on this mission. It wasn’t so bad except Tony loved to complain. You were used to the silence of Natasha and Bucky or friendly conversations with Steve. Not the never-ending complaints of one Tony Stark. 

You escape to your room, leaning against the shut door with a relieved sigh. Silence, blessed silence. 

However, that silence was short-lived when the echo of knocking on Steve’s door carried over. You should move further into your room and not eavesdrop but you were too exhausted to care enough about proper decorum.

“Hey Steve,” a soft familiar feminine voice greeted Steve as he answered the door. Your eyes narrowed. Who was that?

“Oh! You’re here.” He sounded flustered, “I’m so sorry I should have met you out front.” His words are rushed with an uneasiness to it. What was Steve hiding? 

“It’s alright, Bucky let me in and honestly I was just excited to see you for tonight” the soft comforting words carry across the hall through your door. Just as you went to step away, not wanting to hear anything that would do permanent damage to your already fragile heart.

“I mean we’ve been tiptoeing around each other for years then it was radio silence,” there was an awkward chuckle from Steve in response “Was surprised when you asked me out.” There it was. You fall back against the door, the back of your head hitting the door with a thud. 

“Oh, what was that?” The female voice questions but Steve dismisses it quickly and leads her down the hall. Away from you. For a date. A date that Steve was going on. Without you.

Your heart pounds in your ears, sliding down the door toppling onto your ass, the pounding on gets louder. Taking in large gulps of breath you try to gain a sense of reality, it's unobtainable. A buzzing noise is all you can hear. Whatever this was it made all torture you’d suffered in the past seem like child’s play. Crushing, that's what it felt like, being crushed from the inside out. Big fat tears made their way down your cheeks.

Oh, what a fool you had been. Why would you deserve to be cherished? How could someone see you more than a simple means to an end? Laying on your side, you curl up into yourself on the floor of your room. The buzzing in your head and straggled breaths the only sound you could make out.

~~*~~

Much later in the evening, there was a tentative knock on your door. Struggling to open your tear swollen eyes you make out your name being called. Another knock, louder this time, you sit up and with a deep breath, you rub your face. Slowly standing on your knees you open the door and look up to see Wanda’s worry stricken face.

“Oh no,” a soft sigh and suddenly your being picked up, she pulls your arm around your shoulder and leads you out of your room, down the hall where Steve left, with her. You feel the crushing sensation return.

Wanda sensing your ramping thoughts sets you on a stool in the kitchen and takes your hand.

“Deep breaths,” A soft hand on your chest, “In through your nose,” She takes a deep breath and you mimic holding it with her. The hand on your chest glows a soft red, you feel your body relax “out through your mouth,” together again you breath out. “Keep doing that I’m making some tea.”

Watching her movements you continue your breathing as instructed, a thought crept up. Did she listen to him as you did? Was her advice better than yours? Was he kissing her like he did you in the shower? 

“Stop!” Wanda’s voice soft but tone harsh enough to still your thoughts. You hadn’t even noticed your breathing pick up. She brings the tea over and mimics the breathing pattern once more and you follow along. 

“There was something I wanted to tell you before that last group mission,” Wanda pushes the warm tea in front of you. Steam raising out the cup, you curl your fingers around the mug. The heat emitting into your hands helps you realize you had been cold. Pulling the mug up you take a small sip, the warmth blooming down your throat to your stomach releases an uncontrollable sigh from you, shoulders sagging.

“I heard your thoughts, about the date, about Steve,” the way she stresses his name makes you tense once more a sharp breath in. She tips her mug to you and taking another small sip you let the warmth soothe you once more.

“You’re worthy,” she speaks so softly you almost miss it. “I heard it, the thoughts you weren’t good enough, weren’t worth love.” Looking down at the mug setting it on the table you have no words to offer in response.

“You’re worth so much more than this world has given you,” a hand takes your from your mug, fingers intertwining. A feeling of warm euphoria slowly seeps in your hand up your body. She says your name making you look up at her. 

“It’s okay to say what you need,” you jerk your hand away at her words the feelings she provided evaporated.

You open your mouth to say something but the elevator doors ding, both turning you regret ever coming out of your room. 

There he was, handsome as ever, hands in his pant pockets. Head bowed down with furrowed brows. It’s a few steps out of the elevator that he notices you and Wanda. Steve freezes, his eyes didn’t leave you. Trailing up and down your body you suddenly became self-conscious of the fact you had never changed out of your gear and eyes more than likely still puffy from crying. You certainly looked sexy right now. 

He takes a timid step towards you, your back goes straight and you stand up from the stool. Whatever he had to say wasn’t going to help your current mood, you’d rather just avoid the inevitable. You were rather good at circumventing fate. 

When he says your name you make your exit of the kitchen, seeking solace in the four walls of your room. His feet are pounding on the floor as he make chase for you. 

A warm large hand grabs your upper arm stopping your progress. You whip your face around and look up at him. His lips pursed together again, there’s that look, the deepness of his blue eyes. The impossible futures you projected. 

“I-” He pauses and clears his throat, his eyes shifting around you. “I know you heard Sharon and I,” you let out a hiss at her name. Sharon, fucking, of course, Sharon Carter. There was nothing wrong with Sharon, she was a great CIA agent, a remarkable SHIELD agent but she was also locked into Steve’s past.

Not worthy, unlovable, not his, not enough, never amount to that connection. Is all that runs through your head. 

“Right, but you’re not obligated to tell me things like that,” You hate yourself right now, why were you throwing his words back in his face. “In fact,” Stop! Stop! “I’m not obligated to you in any way except following orders.” 

Steve’s reaction to your verbal assault is similar to if you had smacked him, he takes a step back leaning away from you. His hand slackens on your arm and you use this to slip out. 

Without another word you rip your arm from his loosened grip and make your way to your room. Shutting the door behind you, you walk into your closet and shut that door too. You go as deep as you can in the closet, far away from Steve. You didn’t want him to hear you crying, did not want him to hear your heartbreak.

[stachmousworld]

Steve is dumb (Final part)

Summary: Steve gets a tast of his own medecine.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Steve woke up, surprisingly enough, after his wife and stepdaughter. He stretched, reveling in the sweet soreness in his muscles. Memories of last night passed through his mind slowly. He slowly licked his lips. Maybe today he’d be able to get a taste of her pussy.

He didn’t check the time, not wanting this kind of negativity right now, and made his way downstairs. He followed the sound of Sylvie’s grating voice and entered the kitchen.

He ignored his wife, who didn’t care, and greeted fondly his stepdaughter. He noticed her discomfort as she shifted her weight to relieve some pression off her hole. Steve licked his lips. The feeling of accomplishment bloomed inside his chest. It was he who did that to her. He made her sore and leaking.

He hid his grin behind his mug and pretended listening to whatever his wife was saying. She didn’t expect any of them to interact with them, as usual.

Steve leaned on his left and voiced his concern over the younger woman’s wellbeing. “You look…stiff. Are you okay?” He asked with fake naivety.

She crossed and uncrossed her legs. “Yeah, last night was wild.”

“I know, that’s why I asked.”

She looked at him, lost. “What do you mean?”

He glanced at his wife who was still telling her story.

“Bucky left pretty quickly after you went asleep and he asked me to help him out.” She froze. Steve growled softly into her ear. “I fucked you so hard. You felt so good around me. So tight and wet. Should have stayed to fuck you some more but didn’t want to wake you up.”

She dropped her cutlery, stood up and ran out of the room. Steve followed her quickly. Sylvie stopped talking for a second before going on.

Steve followed her to her bedroom. She tried to close the door on him, but he slammed his hand against the wood. She almost tumbled on the floor under the force. Steve entered the room and locked it. They stared at each other for the longest.

“Why did you flee?” he asked, darkly.

“I-I…”

“What? Don’t be like that, Baby girl. I’ve seen your messages to Bucky. I know what you’ve dreamt off.”

She coughed on her saliva and tripped onto her bed. Steve kept walking toward her.

“I couldn’t resist it. Seeing you all wet and prep for me.” He grabbed his erection through his boxers. “I have to thank Bucky for that, actually.”

She crawled away from him. Steve grabbed her ankle and pulled her. She shrieked calling Sylvie. Steve laughed.

“You think she’ll come? And if she did. What would you say?” He grabbed the other feet and spread her legs open. Her cunt was still glistening with his cum. “What would you say, while you are still full of my cum?”

“I was unconscious!” She screamed, angrily.

“I have sms of all of your so-called fantasies.”

She stopped fighting him. For a second, he thought she’d spit on him. So, he was surprised when she surged forward and kissed him. His body automatically reacted. He played with her tongue, pressing their bodies together. They were soon getting out of breath and lightheaded.

He quickly discarded his boxers and teared off her gown. She yelped but soon was diverted by Steve’s fingers pressing in her.

“You are still so wet,” he growled in her ear. “Your pussy was made for me.”

She chuckled sarcastically. “You could have had that for years, but you married my stepmom.”

Steve stopped moving, shocked. She pushed him on his back and pressed his dick.

“You could have had me, bouncing on your dick –.” She leaned forward. “Daddy.”

Before Steve could reply or even think of a reply, she started bouncing up and down. She didn’t slow down, not even when he cried that he’d come to soon, not even when he could see her legs straining. She forced him to take it. It was hers. All of him.

She leaned forward, hands on his chest and bounced deeper. Steve’s toes coiled and his hands clenched on her butt. He gagged on some much-needed air, begging for her to slow down, just a second.

“But Daddy, I thought you could handle me? You are so strong and…” She hissed as she sat down on completely on him. His entire dick was snuggled and milked. He groaned and forced himself to take a few breaths. Beware what you wish for. She may now be still but she…

“Fuck!” he screamed head thrown back. She was contracting her walls and…Steve saw white. His orgasm was coming at full blast and…nothing. He cried, wiping his sweaty face. He was sure he’d come.

Until he felt it.

The unforgivable silicon material around his dick. A cockring. When?

A sharp pain on his face, brought him back to reality. He dazingly placed a hand on his abused cheek. What was happening?

“I love the idea of somnophilia. Knowing that they’d use me for their own pleasure is…” She let her sentence unfinished, but her walls spoke for her. She was clenching around him. “They can take as long as they want and I’ll just be able to take it.” She licked his lips. “But what is a peaceful experience can become hell when you are awake, don’t you think?” Steve nodded dumbly. He raised his head to kiss her, but she turned her head away. “So, you got your fill, and I want mine. I’ll take as long as I want to come. And if I’m nice, I let you come too.”

Steve spluttered his indignation and revolt. She shook her head laughing and started moving. This time, she didn’t stop.

Steve was grabbing the sheets for dear life. He didn’t know how long she had been at it, but she came at least twice and she was still relentlessly bouncing on his dick.

Up and down. Up and down.

Steve’s entire body was tensed and wet. He didn’t dare to move. He had already tried to divert his mind with something else, but she’d immediately made him focus back. She’d clench, pinch his nipples hard or bite. Yeah. Her teeth were dangerous tools, which brought him closer to his refused release.

Steve’s mind suffered a mild blackout. He wasn’t sure how long, but he couldn’t remember climaxing and yet here he was. Watching her pushing blobs of his cum right back into her pussy. Steve swallowed but his dry mouth didn’t cooperate. He tried to talk to her. Really. Only a few gurgles came out of his mouth.

She raised her head and gave him an exhausted smile.

His mind drifted again, this time he let it go.

Mother masterrliiiisssstt ✨✨✨🐱‍🏍

[jobean12-blog]

Now that I mentioned it, I can't stop thinking about it and I love you the most and know you'll do this so much justice!!! Imagine being Quarantined in your cute little house in the suburbs with Bucky and you guys bought a trampoline, once it's built and you're bouncing on it, Bucky is like "fuck, this is bouncy. Reminds me of when you're bouncing on my cock" and let's just say Bucky wants to move the trampoline into your bedroom for future sex 😂 I love you 💜

Might as well JUMP!

Pairing: Bucky x reader (College Bucky AU!)

Word Count: 1,094

Summary: After a long night of partying you wake up to an annoying noise, your boyfriend Bucky no where to be found...what could he be up to?

Author’s Note: So I changed the setting for this a little @mushyjellybeans and I hope that is ok! instead of it taking place during quaratine in burbs it’s at college where they live together (renting) in a house with 4 of their friends. It worked great for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club College AU Day! Hope you like it! It was so fun to write and I may or may not have listened to ‘Jump’ like 12x! haha! Thank you all for reading! Much love❤❤❤ PS for some reason when I thought of Bucky in college this particular gif came to mind! ;) 

Warnings: fluff, college humor, Sam and Steve being sassy, Bucky being sexy, dirty talk, cursing, implied smut :) 

You wake to an awful pounding in your head, groaning and covering your face with the pillow. “Buck? Bucky? Buckyyyyyy?” you whine. Peaking from just under the corner you see no sign of Bucky, the rest of your small twin bed empty except for the messy covers and his tee shirt. Turning over you grab your phone to check the time, a small gasp escaping when you see it’s after 12pm.

“Shit,” you mutter, pulling your underwear up and throwing Bucky’s shirt over your head. You wash up quickly, opting to put on your boy shorts and bra, knowing there could very well be random people sprawled across the living room of your house. Having your own place in college was a dream come true, except when you had 5 other roommates, 3 of them boys!

Stomping down the steps you continue your search for Bucky, instead spotting Sam curled up on the couch with a pillow over his head. “You look like me 10 minutes ago,” you chuckle, picking up the pillow and poking him. “Have you seen Bucky?” Sam rolls over, huffing and putting the pillow back over his head. “That asshole was making so much noise earlier, going on about jumping and Van Halen and building some shit in the yard. I couldn’t pay attention long enough to care and he wouldn’t shut up!”

You smash the pillow into Sam’s head and walk away, grumbling as you head to the back door. The banging starts up again and you call Bucky’s name. “BABE! You’re up! Don’t come out here yet, wait a sec,” he yells from the yard. You stop at the door, arms crossed over your chest and tapping your foot. True to his word he’s at your side quickly. “Morning,” he says, his smile suspicious. You grab the blue hat off his head and turn it around backwards as he leans in to kiss you. “Someone slept in.”

“Yea! And someone else didn’t! We were up until like 4 am! What the hell are you doing up and what have been doing?” He silences the rest of your rant with his mouth, backing you against the wall as his hand travels under your (his) tee shirt. With a giggle, you put your hands on his chest, lightly pushing him away, “don’t distract me! What. Have. You. Been. Doing?”

He rolls his eyes and tells you to close yours. “Now, don’t look until I tell you to, got it?” You nod, holding onto his arm as he leads you outside. The warm sunshine and cool air are a welcome relief from the stuffiness of the house, the smell of alcohol and bad choices still lingering. “HURRY UP, Buck!” Clicking his tongue, he chides, “always so impatient. Ok, wait right here.” He stands you on the grass and lets your hand go.

You squeeze your eyes shut in frustration, trying to not to huff too loudly. Suddenly, you hear a strange noise, something you recognize but haven’t heard it what feels like forever. “Bucky, what the hell is going on?” The familiar noise continues followed by Bucky’s laughter. “Ok, baby, open ‘em up!”

Opening your eyes, you take in the sight before you. There is a large trampoline now sitting in your yard with Bucky gleefully jumping on it. “OMG!” you squeal, running toward it and climbing on. “Now I know why Sam said you were talking about Van Halen! THIS IS AWESOME! HOW?” Bucky jumps over to you, taking your hands in his as you two bounce together in a circle.

“Well, I woke up at like 9am.” You immediately make a horrified face and he laughs, “I know, I know, I felt the same, but I had this dream about a trampoline and I woke up and ran to Walmart to get one.” You let go of his hands and do a twirl, asking more questions, “so that’s what the banging was this morning, then?” He backs up and does a flip, nodding and smiling as you give him a thumbs up.

“I know what we need,” he belts out, hopping off the trampoline and retrieving his phone from the grass. He connects it to the speakers in the yard and you hear the iconic start to Van Halen’s ‘Jump’ blast through them. “YESSSSSS!” you cheer, jumping higher and spinning.

You and Bucky are so busy jumping you don’t notice Steve come shuffling out the door and onto the grass. He’s shouting but you don’t hear him, too busy singing and jumping. He finally finds Bucky’s phone and shuts the music, standing and glaring at you both with his hands on his hips. “What is going on out here? It’s so early and you two are SO LOUD!”

Bursting into a fit of giggles, you point at Steve, sassing. “First of all. Good afternoon to you too. Second, it’s after 12pm, princess and third, nice hair. What the hell happened to you last night?” Steve’s hand immediately flies up to his hair, the strands sticking up in all directions. He tries with no success to tame them, groaning and glaring at you again, “whatever, could you two just shut the hell up, I have a headache.”

He stomps off and you start laughing all over again, asking Bucky to turn the music back on. He does so happily, now standing on the grass and staring at you as you jump. “What? You’re done jumping already?” you tease. Bucky licks his lips as he walks toward the trampoline. You stop jumping and stare him down, “what?” you ask, this time a bit sterner.

“Why did you stop bouncing,” he asks, his voice low. “Because, uh, you’re staring and I don’t know why,” you dead pan. “Fuck me,” he says, still giving you no real explanation. “I did that last night baby,” you say with a wink and start jumping again. He climbs back in and leans against the netting. “This thing is really bouncy, reminds me of when you’re riding my cock.”

You’re momentarily stunned, then you realize that his eyes keep moving down to your boobs as you bounce. Giving him a wicked grin, you reply, “well as fun as this is, I like bouncing on your cock way better.” You call him over with the crook of your finger. Bucky bounces toward you and does one quick flip before he reaches you, grabbing you and pulling you into his chest. “That’s good to know. Although, I wish this fit in our room, we could have so much fun.”

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[highladyofasgard]

Shit.

[spidey-babe-parker]

featuring: Bucky Barnes

WC: 3.4k (this was way longer then planned)

Warnings: they get handsy and then unprotected sex happens (wrap it up ya’ll)

Summary: Tony has the idea to make his personal therapist start having therapy sessions with Bucky. He just wants to start feeling like a human again and she’s there for him in more then one way.

“You want me to be his therapist?” she asked very confused on why she was being ask to be the therapist to a man who was a murdering assassin for Hydra.

“He’s not going to hurt you,” Steve sighed. “He’s just having really bad nightmares about his Hydra days and needs someone to talk with.”

“So, you want an innocent human who has no ability to protect herself to help?” this was shocking to her that they were even asking.

“We’ll be putting you up in the compound in a really nice suite and we’ll take care of you and even pay you well,” Tony said speaking up for the first time.

She already technically worked for Mr. Stark was his personal therapist. After the events that happened in New York he as having issues sleeping so he hired her to come in twice a week and listen to him. She had grown to know the rest of the Avengers since she was always at the compound. She had even met Bucky and gotten to know him. Even though he was always nice to her, part of her was always scared of him. She had heard all the stories about Hydra’s killing machine asset.

“Tony,” she sighed not knowing if she should take the job.

“You’ll talk to him every day before training for thirty minutes and that’s all it will take,” he said attempting to sale me on his job.

She probably should have said no and walked away but for some reason she couldn’t.

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It had been three weeks since she had signed up to be Bucky’s therapist. Her time that was spent with him we mostly them talking for thirty minutes before training. He talked for the most part about his dreams and nightmares he would have. His nightmares were about what Hydra had him do and about how the tortured him, and the awful things they made him do.

She was sitting at her desk in her office in the Avenger compound and Bucky was sitting across her on the couch. He was oddly more silent then normal. He was never much of talker, he was always the silent type. Silently she watched him wondering what was going on in his head.

“Hey Bucky you got to let me know what you’re thinking,” she asked closing her notebook that was in front her.

He bit his bottom lip and looked up at me with a look I couldn’t describe. Reaching up he scratched the back of his neck with his metal arm. A heavy sigh passed his lips.

“I’m not having a good mental day,” he mumbled.

“Why aren’t you having a good day?” she asked.

“I just feel like I have a lot of tension building up at the moment,” she watched as his flesh finger aimlessly drew shapes on his tone thigh.

“Did you maybe want to go to work out to release some tension and then we could talk after?” she asked wondering how she could help him out.

He nodded and stood up.

“Why do you go work out and then come and find me and we can talk again,” she said giving her a smile.

As he walked to the door he reached for the handle but paused, turning back he looked back at her to find her still sitting at her desk. He needed to talk to her but he didn’t know how to communicate what was going on in his brain.

“Can I say something without you judging me?” he asked still standing in front of the door.

Looking up at him she was confused on why he thought she might judge him for something he needed to say.

“I’m always here to listen. I wont ever judge you,” she smiled.

Waking towards her desk he stopped a foot away from it, “I’m worried I’m never going to have normal human interaction again,” he sighed.

Pushing her eyebrows together she stared at him for a moment, “you have normal human interaction every day, you spend time with Steve and the rest of the Avengers. You also talk to me every day.”

“That’s not what I mean. I know I interact with everyone at the compound, but I’m stuck here.”

She suddenly felt sorry for him. Every day she had the ability to leave and go to the store and talk to random strangers without having to fear their reactions to her. He just wanted to be human and treated like a normal person.

“What kind of interaction do you want?” she asked.

Looking down at the ground he suddenly felt awkward, he regretted even bringing this up.

“Never mind,” he turned on his heels.

She jumped up from her desk and ran to stop him before he walked out of her office, “Bucky you have to talk to me. I’m here to listen you, please just let me in.”

She stood blocking the door, “it’s embarrassing,” he sighed.

“Just tell me,” she said softly.

Walking away from her he walked back over to the couch and sat back down with a heavy sigh, “I haven’t been with anyone since the nineteen forties. I don’t even know if I have the capability to even be with a woman again. I can barely talk to anyone one outside of Steve at this point.”

Everything he had said was a lot to take in a moment. He craved human touch and maybe to be in another relationship, but he didn’t know if he would ever be able to.

“I haven’t even kissed a woman in like seventy years,” he said with a little laugh.

“Did you want to kiss someone?” she felt suddenly awkward, but she also suddenly craved to be his first kiss in forever.

A heavy sigh passed his lips as he stared at her, “I don’t even know anyone who would kiss me.”

Walking over she sat down next to him on the couch. Reaching over she rested her hand on his tone thigh, “we can kiss if you would like.” She knew damn well that if Tony found out she offered to kiss Bucky he could fire her in a heartbeat.

Looking over at her he seemed to be conflicted on if he should take her up on her offer. “Do you even want to kiss me?” he asked.

She had grown to find Bucky more and more attractive the more she worked with him. The thought of kissing him seemed actually kind of thrilling to her. She nodded her head slowly as she locked her eyes on his icy blue ones.

They stared at each other for along moment before she reached over and rested her hand on his scruff covered cheek. She shifted on the couch so that she was sitting closer to him. He gave her a gentle smile before he leaned in closing the distance between them. Their noses rested against each other as they slowly breathed for a moment. He was dying to press his lips to hers for a kiss, but part of him was scared of himself. She was dying to feel his lips against hers, but she didn’t want to rush him. She wanted him to do this at his own pace.

“Bucky,” she murmured.

“Give me a second,” he sighed.

“You have all the time in the world,” she smiled.

Reaching up he rested his hand on her cheek and moved them so their lips finally touched. Gently their lips moved together. He couldn’t help but find the taste of her berry chapstick intoxicating. The kiss was gentle and soft, but it had her craving more. Slowly he pulled his lips away from hers and gave her a smile.

  “Was that worth the wait?” she asked with a light laugh.

He nodded his head smiling, “I think I need to go to training.”

“Alright,” she said softly as he stood up.

“I will see you tomorrow at the same time,” he said from the door.

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It had been a few days since there kiss they had shared together. Therapy went back to their normal session after the kiss. There seemed to be some type tension between them now after they shared their kiss. She couldn’t lie her crush on Bucky had seemed to be growing over the last few days. She was attempting to act like the kiss never happened because that’s what Bucky had seemed to be doing.

He was once again silently sitting on the couch messing with the hem of his shirt.

“Bucky what are you thinking?” she asked breaking the silence that had formed.

Looking up at her he just blinked a lot staring at her.

“You seem lost in your thoughts,” he said.

With a shrug of his shoulder he said, “I keep thinking about the other day.”

“What day?”

“When we kissed,” he sighed.

Her heartrate picked up a little bit at the mention of their kiss. She swallowed and closed her notebook that she had just been writing in. She didn’t need anything that was about to be said written down in a notebook.

“What about it?” she whispered almost afraid to know what he was going to say.

“That I want it to happen again and that I guess I want more with you,” he tilted his head to the side as if he was confused by his own thoughts. He thought maybe it could just be an innocent and mean nothing, but that didn’t happen. He had thought about the feeling of his lips against hers since they had shared their kiss.

“What do you mean you want more?” she asked standing up.

He shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t even know what that means for me.”

“Did you want to start trying things people do when they’re in a relationship?” she asked leaning against her desk.

He nodded his head silently.

“What did you want to try?” she asked. She knew what she wanted to do with Bucky but she needed him to be the one to tell her what he needed.

Biting his bottom lip, he stood up in front of the couch and slowly started pacing like he was trying to process what he was thinking.

“Would you have sex with me?” he asked sounding completely ashamed of his request. Never in his life did he that he would be so desperate for the touch of a women that he would be asking his therapist to have sex with him.

“Is that what you want?” she asked knowing damn well she wanted it, but she needed him to admit it.

Awkwardly he nodded his head, “you can totally say no. I’m not pushing you into to doing this at all. It’s just I’m attracted to you and if this was before all this,” he said holding up his metal arm. “I would have been a lot more smooth and charming as asked you out on a real date,” he rambled on.

“Where do you want to do it?” she asked.

His eyes grew wide at the thought that she was actually agreeing to this. “I mean we could do it in here. No one will walk in here.”

“Alright,” she said giving him a soft smile. “Why do you come over and kiss me an we can slowly go into this,” she signaled for him to stand up.

He nodded his head and stood up and walked over to her. Resting his hand on her cheek again he closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to hers. As their lips danced her his hands moved so they were both resting on her hips holding her close to him. Wrapping her arms around his neck she rolled her body against his, and gained a groaned in reaction.

Pulling apart slowly she looked at him and gave him a smile.

“I might have to stop being your therapist after this,” she whispered.

“We’ll talk to Tony and work this out. This is more of physical and emotional therapy for me.”

Reaching down between them she started to palm his already semi hard dick through his grey sweatpants. He moaned lightly has she brought her lips up to his neck. He wasted no time reaching between them and started massaging her breast. She moaned against his neck with the feeling of his strong hands on her.

Removing her hand from his hard erections she stepped away from him. She gave him a seductive look and he moved his hands up and started unbuttoning her floral blouse that she had been wearing. The second the all the buttons were undone he pulled it off her quickly leaving her standing in front of him wearing a cream-colored bra and a high waisted skirt.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said reaching in behind her to undo her bra. As it fell to the ground she was very aware of how exposed he had left her. His lips connected with her collarbone and worked their way to down to her nipples that were already at a peak with excitement. Kissing each of her nipples he slowly took one in his mouth while his metal hand massaged her breast. The feeling of the cool metal on her skin was intoxicating. A loud moan passed her lips at the of him touching her.

Removing himself from her he stepped back and quickly pulled his shirt off leaving him in just sweatpants.

“Take your shoes and sweatpants off,” she said reaching down and removing her underwear.

He nodded his head an made quick work of discarding the rest of his clothing. Standing there naked and proud he reached up and pushed her skirt up so that it was sitting on her hips and left her completely exposed.

“Where should we do this?” she asked.

“Do you want to ride me on the couch?” he asked looking over at the couch that was behind him.

“It’s what ever you want to do Bucky, I’m going this to help you. Me getting off here is just a bonus.”

Her words caused him to smile, she was great girl who didn’t have to do this, but wanted to do it to help Bucky out. Reaching down he grabbed her hand and led them towards the couch. He sat down first and she followed his lead and straddled his hips. Raising herself up he took this as his cue to line himself up with her entrance. Resting her hands on his strong shoulders she slowly lowered herself down on this thick length. A sigh passed her lips as he filled her completely. His icy blue eyes were locked on hers as she sat completely still for a moment adjusting to him.

“Are you okay?” he asked as she held her eyes tightly for a moment.

She slowly nodded her head and opened her eyes to find him staring right at her. “Yeah you’re pretty big,” she said causing his smile to grow even more.

Her body started slowly moving up and down his length. She leaned and connected her lips to his for a wet kiss. There was nothing pretty about it, their lips danced and she opened her mouth for his tongue to slide in. It might be the hottest kiss of her life. His hands locked onto her hips helping her move as their lips danced.

“Oh god,” she moaned pulling away from him for a moment. She continued to move against him and knew she wouldn’t last very much longer. She could feel the coil starting to form in her stomach. Their breathing got heavier as both of them were getting closer to the edge.

“You got this,” he whispered connecting his lips to her neck.

With another thrust she hit her high, she sat still for a moment as her walls tightly clenched around him. He took this as his cue and used his strength to move her up and down his length a few times before he hit his own high. Leaning his head back he panted trying to catch his breath as she leaned forward resting her head against his shoulder. She couldn’t help the smile that was plastered on her face.

“That was amazing,” she murmured against his skin.

“I forgot how fun sex was,” he said causing her to laugh.

“What happens now?” she asked crawling off him.

“Can I take you out on a date? Maybe we can work on building that part of a relationship,” he smiled.

Her eyebrows pressed together confused by him asking her out, “wait you actually like me?”

He nodded his head and gave her a confused look, “I thought that was obvious.”

She shook her head, “I thought you just wanted to have sex with me.”

He scratched the back of his neck with his metal arm, “I like you a lot that’s why I wanted to sleep with you.”

“Oh, I like you too,” she smiled.

“Does that me you’ll go out with me?” he asked reaching over and resting his hand on her knee.

“Yeah I’ll go out with you,” she nodded.

“Thank you.”

He leaned over and connected his lips back to hers for another kiss. This one was gentle and soft and made her weak in the knees. She couldn’t wait to be able to kiss him whenever she wanted. Pulling away from his lips she said, “I still have to talk to Tony.”

“Alright,” he said standing up.

Slowly they both got dressed. She was trying her hardest to make it look like her and Bucky hadn’t just had sex. She pulled her post sex hair into a bun hoping it wouldn’t look like sex hair. Bucky knew he had to go off to training so he walked over and pressed his lips to hers for a light kiss goodbye.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, and we’ll plan our date.”

“Alright,” she nodded.

A few moments after Bucky left her office she headed out knowing she needed to talk to Tony. Walking through the compound she found him in his office looking at some documents.

“Mr. Stark can I speak to you for a moment?” she asked standing in the door.

“Of course, take a seat,” he said pointing to the chair in front of his desk.

She awkwardly sat there for a moment as she was trying to figure out what exactly she should say.

“Does this concern Barnes?” he asked looking up from the document.

“Yes sir,” she sighed.

“I don’t think I can be his therapist anymore,” she sighed knowing that if she didn’t resign she would probably be getting fired.

“Why is that?” he asked closing the folder.

“Something happened,” she sighed.

“Do this have anything to do with the fact you guys most likely just slept together?” he asked smirking.

Closing her eyes, she shook her head ashamed of herself, “yes sir.”

“I don’t care if you guys have sex all the time, as long as he has his normal thirty-minute sessions,” he said smiling.

“Seriously?” she asked pushing his eyebrows together.

“Maybe Barnes getting laid will calm him down some,” he grabbed his cup of coffee that was sitting on the desk in front of him. “You’re not getting fire nor are you quitting. You can date him or sleep with him for all I care, as long as his normal therapy isn’t effect.”

“Alright Mr. Stark,” she said standing up.

Walking into the kitchen of the compound she found Bucky talking to Steve. They must have finished their work out early. Bucky looked over at her and gave her smile as she walked towards him. Opening the refrigerator, she grabbed a bottle of juice and looked over at Bucky who was obviously staring at her.

“By the way Tony didn’t fire me,” she said with a smile.

“Steve can I talk to her for a moment?” Bucky asked resting his hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah sure,” Steve said before leaving the room.

“What does that mean?” he asked as soon as Steve left the room.

“It means we have to continue our normal therapy session, but we can do other stuff outside of therapy,” she said suggestively raising eyebrow at him.

“Okay good,” he leaned down to connect his lips to hers.

“Alright Mr. Barnes I’ll see you tomorrow at therapy.”

“See you tomorrow,” he smiled as she walked away.

  Tag list: @thisismysecrethappyplace

[sweaty-peaches]

Bucky Eating 🍑💦

[goldensunflowe-r]

Stucky x reader SMUT (Part 1)

Part2

Masterlist

[buckyhoney-library]

sarah's april fic recommendations!

A/N: There are so many insanely talented writers on here and these are my april recommendations! may's will be posted toward the end of the month!

Last Updated: May 3, 2021

Go Support these amazing writers!!

Bucky Barnes: 1) Toys in the Attic, Smut (@sagechanoafterdark) 2) The Feelings Mutual, Smut (@honeysucklesteve) 3) Back to You, Series, (@celestialbarnes) 4) Tittie Fucking, Smut (@buckybarnes) 5) Going Down on Bucky while in a Car, Smut (@celestialbarnes) 6) Touch (@baroquebucky) 8) Wakandan Therapy, Smut (@kaiparker-avengerssmut) 9) Getting Caught by an Intern, Smut (blurb), (@buckyblues) 10) Degrading Bucky, Smut (Headcanon), (@deanscherry)

Steve Rogers: 1) Dead of Night, Smut (@punani) 2) Video Girl, Smut (@babyyhoneyydarling) 3) Making a Mess, Smut *all parts (@kaiparker-avengerssmut) 4) Ménage á Trios, Smut *stucky (@honeysucklesteve)

Ransom Drysdale: 1) Ripped of Innocence, Smut (@sweeterthanthis) 2) Innocence, Smut (@evanstan-hoe) 3) Pretty, Pleated Skirt, Smut (@steebsbabygirl) 4) Man of God, Smut (@punani)

Chris Evans: 1) To Lose a Lover, Series, Smut in some chapters, (@celestialbarnes) 2) Interrupter, Smut (@rocketrhap3000) 3) Quickie Before Interview/Award Show, Smut (@avenging-fandoms) 4) Oscar Worthy, Smut (@honeysucklesteve) 5) Admiration, Smut (@honeysucklesteve) 6) The Smell After Rain, Smut (@nat-roman0ff) 7) Squirm, Smut (@labella420)

Sebastian Stan: 1) Teases You While on a Call, Smut (@celestialbarnes) 2) Fingers You Underneath the Table, Smut (@celestialbarnes) 3) îți place asta, Smut (@fan-fantasies) 4) Hotel Room Sex, Smut (@starshipsofstarlord) 5) Scripted, Smut (@celestialbarnes) 6) Cockwarming, Smut (Headcanon), (@deanscherry)

[welldonebeca]

Bruce Banner Smu Masterlist

I don’t need an alpha, I need you (NSFW)

Summary: When you go through a bad heat and your life is put on risk, Bruce needs to make a decision.  Pairing: Beta!Bruce Banner x Omega!Reader Other Characters: Wanda Maximoff , Steve Rogers (Mentioned), Bucky Barnes (Mentioned), Natasha Romanoff (Mentioned), Thor (Mentioned), Loki (Mentioned.) Word counting: 1.5k Warnings: Angst, smut, fluff. Bruce has self-esteem issues. Gif is from google

It Had To Be Leather 

Squares Filled: Leather Kink (MCU Kink Bingo); Summary: When it comes to sex, Bruce is quite a simple man. He likes intimacy, kisses and calmness. He didn’t even consider he had a kink, but he did. One and only one, actually. And, oh goodness, did you know how to press it. Pairing: Bruce Banner x F!Reader Warnings: Established relationship, sexual teasing, sexy times, leather kink. WC: 670 words

[buckybarnesbingo]

Week 14 Roundup!  We have SO MANY FILLS this week, so go forth and appreciate!

Title: WinterWar  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K1 - WinterWar  Ship: WinterWar  (Bucky/Rhodey) Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard

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Title: Date Night with Bucky  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr  Square Filled: C1 - Date Night  Ship: none Rating: Gen  Major Tags: moodboard 

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Title: Shopping With Bucky  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr  Square Filled: U4 - shopping together Ship: none Rating: Gen  Major Tags: moodboard 

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Title: WinterIron Family  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr  Square Filled: K3 - WinterIron Family  Ship: WinterIron  Rating: Gen  Major Tags: moodboard 

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Title: Winter/Thunder  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr  Square Filled: B2 -  Winter/Thunder  Ship: WinterThunder Rating: Gen  Major Tags: moodboard 

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Title: God Bless America Collaborator: candycanedarcy  Link: AO3 Square Filled: C4- WinterShield  Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature  Major Tags: Surprise Party, Implied Sexual Content  Summary: It's Steve's birthday, and Bucky has a surprise for him.  Word Count: 2504

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Title: The Words We Never Said Collaborator: Trashcanakin  Link: AO3 Square Filled: K1 - Misunderstandings  Ship: WinterIron  Rating: Teen  Major Tags: fluff and angst, hurt/comfort, misunderstandings, getting together, suicide idealization, happy ending  Summary: It was Bucky's birthday, he hated this day; and hearing Tony say he didn't like him made it so much worse.  Word Count: 2408

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Title: Lulled Collaborator: DeepDisiresLonging  Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y2 - lullaby  Ship: Bucky/Reader  Rating: Gen Major Tags: fluff, twinge of angst  Summary: A night at home with the baby and flickering memories  Word Count: 252

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Title: Trouble Ties—Tony & Bucky  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K5 - IMAGE: Arm getting fixed  Ship: Tony & Bucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: gifset

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Title: Take the Shot Collaborator: DeepDisiresLonging  Link: AO3 Square Filled: K3 - Just do it  Ship: Bucky/Reader  Rating: Teen Major Tags: major character death, Angst, peril, plausible death  Summary: Bucky has a choice: save thousands or the woman he loves.  Word Count: 319

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Title: A Favour Collaborator: acreativelydifferentlove Link: Tumblr Square Filled: C1 - Hurt/Comfort  Ship: Bucky/Reader  Rating: Not Rated Major Tags: angst, swearing, fake dating, Bucky presents as an asshole, party situation, (feeling) embarrassment/humiliation, fluff  Summary: Bucky comes to you in need of a favour. Despite the unrequited crush you unknowingly shared, you agree.  Word Count: 4056

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Title: Aim to Please Collaborator: Politzania  Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y4 - Bedsharing  Ship: WinterHawk Rating:  Mature  Major Tags: pining, Clint POV, eventual smut Summary: Clint and Barnes have to act the part of a honeymooning couple for an op. Except Clint kinda wishes they weren’t acting.  Word Count: 1356

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Title: The Party Collaborator: welldonebeca Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Y5 - Disney Ship: Bucky/Reader  Rating: Gen Major Tags: Brief light angst, fluff Summary: When Bucky can’t handle a loud party, you comfort him and shows your boyfriend the best Disney film of all times.  Word Count: 570

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Collaborator: Trashcanakin Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Y5 - AU: Space Pirates  Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard Summary: Bucky & Tony get sent to the future or somethin’ idfk an’ end up bein’ stuck together in space. It’s an unlikely team up, but they’re all who’s left. This was supposta be a Treasure Planet thing, but I ain’t seen that movie in so long all I could remember was the flyin’ ship lmao. Then, Star Wars got me, an’ I was like, Han Solo, bro! They can be space scoundrels, stuck as a team. But also, like a modern day space Robin Hood?? Why not? Let’s go rob the rich evil space lords an’ give back to the poor! An’ all this BS is exactly why I shouldn’t try thinkin’ a shit in the wee hours of the night 😂 TL;DR: Bucky & Tony hafta become partners, full with sarcasm an’ skeptisicm, then they grow closer, join a rebellion, & get married in space. I don’t make the rules, bye.

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Title: Haunted by the Past  Collaborator: queen-of-the-avengers Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U4 - family Ship: Bucky/Reader  Rating: Not Rated  Major Tags: angst about killing a family member accidentally, nightmares  Summary: For 20 years, you’ve been haunted by the same nightmare over and over again. No one knows what it’s about until Buky finds you at the cemetery.  Word Count: 1777

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Title: Just Good Friends….  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr Ship: not specified Rating: Teen  Major Tags: moodboard

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Title: Write me a kiss Collaborator: HogwartsToAlexandria  Link: AO3 Square Filled: C5 - Tony Stark/Iron Man  Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: AU, fluff, first meetings, getting together  Summary: Tony Stark thinks he's got much better things to do that spend his time speaking with a nosy reporter. Until said reporter arrives and sets camp in his life, and maybe his heart.  Word Count: 1012

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Title: Dark Alley Protection  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K4 - dark alleys Ship: none Rating: Not Rated  Major Tags: moodboard

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Title: Of Soldiers and Wolves  Collaborator: Menatiera Link: Tumblr Squares Filled: Chapter 28 - U2: Wintershield  Chapter 42 - B3: Reincarnation  Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: Polyavengers, Choose Your Own Adventure, Multiple Storylines, PTSD,  Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Angst, Major character death, Torture, torture of an animal, death of old age of an animal, Body Dysphoria (kind of)  Summary: Steve died crashing the Valkyrie. It comes as a great surprise to him when he wakes up at all, more so that he wakes up non-corporeal and with the ability to share bodies with animals.  Word Count: 35,553

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Title: WinterBanner  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U5 - WinterBanner  Ship: WinterBanner  Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard

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Title: shot through the heart (and you're to blame) Collaborator: candycanedarcy  Link: AO3 Square Filled: U1 - paintball  Ship: WinterHawk  Rating: Gen  Major Tags: first date, fluff, characters have PTSD, nervousness Summary: Bucky and Clint go on a paintball date. There ends up not being much paintball.  Word Count: 1996

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Title: Gotta ♥️ the Comics  Collaborator: shield-agent78  Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Y4 - WinterIron  Ship: WinterIron  Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard

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Title: Call Me James  Collaborator: queen-of-the-avengers Link: Tumblr Square Filled: C3 - free space Ship: Bucky/Reader  Rating: Not Rated  Major Tags: none  Summary: You have a very special talent, and the tattoos on your body are able to tell your story for you. When Nick Fury gets word of you, he thinks you could be a very valuable asset to the team.  Word Count: 2093

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Collaborator: Trashcanakin Link: Tumblr Square Filled: C2 - AU: Angels & Demons  Ship: WinterIron  Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard Summary: Long ago, Tony met an angel named James. The two fell in love and secretly wed. The angel vowed to come see Tony whenever he could, sneaking away often to visit. In fear of their short time together due to a humans’ lifespan being vastly shorter, James graced Tony with a choice to become immortal. Tony agreed. But one day the angel stopped coming, and Tony wept for what seemed an eternity. Decades passed, but Tony never gave up hope James would return. And return he did, as a demon.No longer bound to Heaven and free to roam Earth.

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Title: with a tie we cannot break (im bound to you)  Collaborator: NightWideOpen  Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y5 - Soul Mates  Ship:  Bucky/Louis Tomlinson  Rating:  Teen  Major Tags:  Crossover, Light Angst, 1940s, Pre-Slash  Summary: Everyone is born with two letters on their skin, the initials of their soulmate. If they're romantically compatible, the soul bond takes hold, and two soulmates can feel what the other feels any time they like - emotionally and physically. Some people waste years on dating sites, filtering through relationship after relationship and waiting for the bond to manifest. Some people meet their soulmate by chance, and the bond solidifies, only to find that they aren't compatible. There's infidelity, there's death, there's tragedy and distance and doubt. But sometimes... sometimes it works out. This is one of those times.  or  Louis has the initials B.B. on his wrist. He meets Rebecca first. Word Count: 9057

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Title: Second Chances - Part 7: Wakanda  Collaborator: until-theend-oftheline Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U1 - exile Ship:  Bucky/Reader  Rating: Not Rated Major Tags:  Mention of mild control, mention of coma, implied sex  Summary:   Dr. Y/N Pierce has dedicated her life to helping others, so when her father Alexander offers her a job working for Shield she sees it as the perfect opportunity. What she doesn’t realize is the evil he is hiding from not only the world but his own daughter. As she finds out she turns her back on him and HYDRA, but as the Winter Soldier starts to remember who he once was, he turns to the only person he remembers being kind to him in decades. Can two fugitives help each other find peace with who they are and where they came from?  Word Count: 2300ish

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Title: Nightmare Romance  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: C2 - Hurt/Comfort  Ship: Bucky/Reader  Rating: Not Rated  Major Tags: fluff  Summary: You help Bucky through a nightmare only to find out what caused it was you.  Word Count: 1171

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Title: Put On a Show For Me Darlin’ Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Y1 - Clint Barton/Hawkeye  Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Explicit  Major Tags: smut, striptease, lap dance, language  Summary:  A friendly game of truth or dare turns leads to so much more; especially when your boyfriend is involved.  Word Count: 1704

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Collaborator: Trashcanakin Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U2 - [Image of Bucky from Comics]  Ship: WinterIron Rating: Not Rated Major Tags: moodboard Summary: *Handwavey comic book science magics* Bucky & Tony were together for some reason an’ got trapped in a bad storm, a lightning bolt an’ a meteor crashed right next to ‘em at the same time. Now they have fancy powers. Bucky has electrokinesis & Tony can time travel/warp through time & space/teleport. Bucky was worried he’d hurt people more if he couldn’t control it, an’ Tony keeps warping in an’ out ‘cause he can’t stay still an’ keep himself grounded. They have more control when they’re together. Bucky’s able to keep Tony stabilized with his powers.They grow closer due to these shenanigans, an’ havin’ to figure out how to deal with & control these new powers an’ get married. I don’t make the rules, bye.

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Title: When Once We Thought Ourselves Broken Collaborator: pherryt Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U4 - Asexuality  Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Gen Major Tags: Soulmates and soulmarks, asexual Bucky, mute Bucky, Deaf Clint, panic attacks, light angst, hopeful ending Summary: Clint’s soulmate mark had never worked right, blinking on and off since the day he’d been born. Bucky was broken in more ways than most people knew, except maybe Steve, even before he’d headed off to war and HYDRA had gotten their hands on him. Everything finally makes sense when they come together. Word Count: 10,084

[buckysbarnes]

🎬📺share ten different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in particular order🎮🃏 Then send this to 10 (anon or not, your choice)

Oof. This took me a minute.

Bucky Barnes - mcu

Bruce Wayne/Batman - dcu (film)

Barbara Gordon/Batgirl - dcu

Buffy Summers - btvs

Wanda Maximoff -mcu

Lisa Simpson (🥺 i loved her since i was a kid) - the simpsons

Quinn Fabray - glee

Usagi Tsukino/Sailor Moon - smu (lol)

Diana Prince/Wonder Woman - dcu

Christina Yang - Grey's Anatomy

There's probably a ton that I'm forgetting these are the first I could think out.

EDIT: I JUST REALIZED THERE’S REPEATED MEDIA. IM SORRY I CANT THINK OR READ APPARENTLY.

[mthofferings2018]

Atanih88

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Preferred organizations:

Anything from the list of approved organizations

Will create works that contain:

Tropes: Hurt/comfort, slow burn, A/B/O, something made them do it. Also, slice of life fics, explicit or mature content, dub-con. AU's: Post-apocalypse/apocalypse/zombie apocalypse, alternate first meeting/lives, coffee-shop AU's etc.

Will not create works that contain:

Historical AU's, prostitution fics, non-con, heavy BDSM, incest.

-- Fic or other writing --

Auction ID: 95

Will create works for the following relationships:

Tony Stark/Peter Parker - MCU Steve Rogers/Peter Parker - MCU Thor Odinson/Valkyrie - MCU Bucky Barnes/Shuri - MCU Steve Rogers gen - MCU Peter Parker/Michelle "MJ" Jones - MCU Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson - MCU Maria Hill gen - MCU Venom/Eddie Brock - SMU

Work Description:

Scheduling: Beginning 10th Dec 18 due 10th January 19 and a lead up discussion about desired fic content with bid winner. Length: 10k.

Ratings: G, Teen, Mature, Explicit

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