#divider by imerdwarf

[eurynome827]

bucky x fem!reader where they hate each other and for some reason they’re fighting and yelling at each other’s faces and then they get closer and closer until bucky kisses the life out of the reader????

Another fun prompt! Thank you to @happygowriting who gave me the idea of what they should be fighting over 🥰

Warnings: so much language! My blogs are 18+ spaces always.

Where.....why??

Pushing all the other cereal boxes out of the way, and still not seeing the Reese's Puffs, you slammed the cabinet door shut and stomped to the garbage can. The lid smacked against the wall from how hard you stepped on the lever - and there, right on top, was your empty cereal box.

"MotherFUCKER!"

"Quit making such a racket in there!"

Turning slowly in the direction of the dining room, your eyes narrowed and you seethed.

Barnes.

You sauntered in and over to the table and sure enough there he was, spoon in hand and a full bowl of Reese's Puffs in front of him.

"Well, well, well...if it isn't the motherfucker in question."

Bucky pushed back from the table, standing to loom over you and dropping his voice in a completely annoying and unsexy way. "How many times do I have to tell you to watch your filthy fucking mouth?"

"How many times do I have to tell you not to touch my FUCKING cereal?!"

"Oh. Pardon me, I'm so sorry. Maybe if someone hadn't had the last bagel last night...."

You huffed, crossing your arms. "I TOLD YOU I WAS SORRY! I didn't know it was yours -"

"I went to Brooklyn for those bagels, you know they're my favorite!" His voice was rising in volume but was still growly and not at all hot, not at all.

"Well, you really shouldn't be that mad about it because it was starting to go stale. I did you a favor and saved you from a mediocre bagel, and you repay me by eating all my cereal!" You darted around Bucky and out of his reach, grabbing the bowl and shoving the spoon in your mouth.

"Goddamn it," he reached for you but you evaded him, heading for the kitchen while shoveling Reese's Puffs into your mouth as fast as you could. "You're the biggest pain in the ass I know, and THAT'S saying something."

You paused in the door, and stuck out your ass, wiggling it.

Bucky slammed his hands on the table. "That's it! Give me that bowl!"

He followed you into the kitchen and you kicked over a stool on your way around the breakfast nook, one word pushing through your mouth full of cereal. "NO."

"Give me the fucking bowl!" Now he was yelling, and you swallowed hard.

"FUCK YOU!"

Bucky stalked towards you, eyes flashing with anger and something else that you weren't sure about - maybe? You put the bowl on the counter and stood in front of it, planting yourself in resistance.

"I should give you something better to do with that smart mouth!"

You're still trying to come up with a response when you feel his lips on yours and you're stunned - completely and utterly. Bucky holds you close, his hands on your neck, thumbs brushing against your cheeks too softly for the strength of the kiss. His tongue presses against your bottom lip and it's not even a question, you're opening up for him and a little whimper catches in your throat. Damn, he's really good at this...you let go of the counter to let your fingers grip his hair and you're lost in the feeling of his lips and tongue... and that motherfucker steals the bowl off the counter and backs away from you with a grin.

"Now I know how to shut you up," he winks as the spoon goes into his mouth.

"Oh, you bastard! I fucking HATE you!"

But...do you?

[eurynome827-fic-roulette]

Head Start

This is for my darling @buckyownsmylife and her 2k breeding kink challenge! Eyre, you're a gift. Thank you for your friendship.

My character is Steve Rogers and my AU prompt was Roommate.

Warnings: breeding kink, obviously, so smut (vague of course and this is really soft) - my blogs are 18+ spaces always. I do not give permission to translate or repost my work on other sites.

Steve Rogers was the best roommate.

Yes, even when he woke up at 5am every day to go for a run. Sure, sometimes the activity in the apartment would wake you up, but the coffee was always hot and ready for you when you woke up.

Steve was always doing little thoughtful things like that for you. Buying two kinds of milk so you always had your favorite in the fridge. Carrying your laundry bags down to the machine in the basement so you didn't have to. He had to have a sixth sense for it because he always knew when you needed a movie night, junk food and cuddles. Steve was better than all of your previous boyfriends combined...but he was only your roommate.

Unless...maybe he wasn't only your roommate.

"Steve?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?" He angled his head to catch your eye, as you looked up from where you were snuggled against his chest.

"Do you think it's weird that we always cuddle when we watch tv?"

Steve frowned, cute little lines digging into his forehead and you wanted to smooth them out with your finger. "No...why, do you not like it?"

"No, no, I do," you reassured him, "but when you get a girlfriend...or I get a boyfriend," the frown lines grew deeper, "they may not like it."

"Well, that's unacceptable. I'm always going to need cuddles from my best girl."

His best girl. How long had it been since Steve had brought someone home? He had that girlfriend when you'd moved in, and that hadn't lasted long. You'd been single since you moved in.

Why would you look for a man when you had Steve Rogers making you coffee in the morning and cuddling you on the couch in front of the TV at night?

Steve's watching some documentary about choosing the right preschools, and you're bored out of your mind. "Why are we watching this?"

Steve shrugs. "I thought it was interesting."

"It's only interesting if you have kids."

"I'm gonna have kids some day!"

"Yeah but you have to get out of here and find the woman to have the kids with first!"

Your voice was joking, but the deafening silence in the room choked off your air. You're almost too nervous to lift your head from his chest and look at his face, but you do and it's just as bad as you thought.

Steve is looking down at you like he got his hand stuck in the cookie jar. It's all over his face - he hasn't been having a hard time finding a girl, he's been deliberately not looking.

"Oh."

It's all you can think to say. It's a surprise but also there's a big part of you that's been unconsciously doing the same thing - not wanting to find someone to interrupt you playing house with Steve Rogers.

Steve Rogers, who is now staring at you like he's afraid you're going to get up and run away. But you don't.

You climb into his lap and kiss him, hard.

He's stunned for a moment until his hands find your waist, pulling you closer against him as you open up to him, letting him find what he's been seeking. You kiss until you're out of breath and then you pull away, your eyes opening slowly to find his staring back at you.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I was trying to figure out how..."

You try to shush him, kissing him again quickly. "It's okay, Steve."

"You're asking me why I'm not out trying to find a girl, and it's because I had the perfect one here with me at home."

Your heart melts down in your chest, reforged into a shape that belongs to Steve only. Grabbing his shoulders and pulling him closer, you kiss the breath from him and whisper, "take me to bed, Steve."

He almost chokes on air. "Are - are you sure?"

"Yes. Please. I want to be yours," you look into his eyes, "your best girl."

Steve stands up from the couch, carrying you to his room. "My best girl," he echos you, "mine."

"Yes," you answer breathlessly, and he lays you down carefully on his bed.

You've seen Steve without his shirt countless times, wandering around the apartment in just sweatpants. Sometimes, in just a towel fresh from the shower. He's seen you in your tiny bathrobe and your little sleep shorts, tank tops with no bra on underneath. Still, this is first time you've taken off everything and you're both moving slowly and admiring, and in Steve's case he's practically worshipping. Greeting all of your newly exposed skin with soft kisses and sweet praises and you've never felt so adored.

"Are you sure?" He asks you, hovering above you, poised to cross this boundary forever.

"Yes," you answer, feeling him hard at your entrance. "I'm yours."

You're home. You're with him, completely, soft words and kisses between you as he makes you his. You're watching how he's holding himself back, how the veins are popping out in his neck and along his arms as he holds his body up over yours. And then you remember - "you want to give me a baby, Steve?"

His eyes widen. "Sweetheart, what are you saying?"

"That's what you want, right?" You coo, running your hands over his arms and massaging his shoulders. "You want to see me all round with your baby - tell everyone that I'm yours and full of you, that we made something beautiful together."

"Oh honey," he closes his eyes a moment, his hips stuttering against yours, "yeah, yeah that's what I want."

"Then do it, Steve," your voice is low but steady, the pleading edge creeping in the closer you get to your own peak. "Take me, own me...breed me."

It's like something snaps - Steve lowers himself so he's only held up by his elbows, pressing to you more urgently everywhere. His mouth to yours, his skin to yours and especially the way he's finally let go so passionately for you, pushing inside you with purpose and making every inch of your body sing for him. You finish first, with a cry of his name, and he follows soon after with a shout, emptying himself inside you.

You're both wrapped around each other completely, reluctant to move. Steve presses his forehead to yours, holding you tightly in his arms. "I want to build our life together."

"Well, we've had a great head start."

[jewels2876]

Bets

A/N: I'm alive... barely. So i'm catching up on my HBC Lucky in Love with the prompt Success for @the-ss-horniest-book-club​

Square filled for @star-spangled-bingo: Bucky's knife

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 280

divider by the lovely @imerdwarf​

“Bucky?”

“Yeah doll?” You smiled at the nickname.

“What happened to your ----?”

Bucky’s face flamed red. “I lost a bet.”

“Why ---?”

“I don't want to talk about it,” he grumbled.

“Does it have something to do with Rocket?” You tried to keep your features neutral. Instead of answering Bucky stalked off to his room. Your mind started whirling to devise a plan to help Bucky and the answer was so simple. “FRIDAY, send a message to the Guardians about a poker game this Friday please?"

You eyed Rocket and Quill across the table as Bucky, Steve, and Sam each considered their options. “I'm in,” Sam finally decided as he placed a miniature version of Redwing on the pile.

“In,” Bucky sighed, placing his favorite knife on top of the pile.

Steve threw his hand down declaring “I'm out.” You grinned as Rocket growled. “I don't have anything to call with.”

“Yes you do.” You cleared your throat and subtly nodded towards Bucky.

“Fine, I'm in,” Rocket muttered as Bucky's metal arm was added to the pile. Quill threw his cards down declaring himself out as well.

“Show 'em.” You pointed at Sam who had two Aces and two fours. Bucky followed suit and showed his hand, a full house of three nines and two threes. “Rocket?”

The raccoon laid his cards down with a rough laugh. “Read ‘em and weep y/n.” His full house of two tens and three jacks was impressive.

“But not as impressive as my… ROYAL FLUSH!” You cackled as you raked in the pot. You handed Bucky his arm back with a grin as Rocket sputtered at his loss. “Don't go betting with this again, okay?"

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When Things Get Hard

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 460

Summary: You love to touch Bucky...and he loves it even more.

Author's Note: Hello my sweet! This really made me giggle and it made me even happier that you would think of me! LOVE THAT! I hope you're doing well and thank you bunches! Hope you enjoy! HUGS! 🥰Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by @imerdwarf

Warnings: cursing, soft fluff, giggles, implied smut and light smut (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)

Gif NOT MINE: Credit to @quantum-widow thanks so much! 🥰

“Fuck baby doll,” Bucky hums as he rolls over and pulls you into his arms.

You nuzzle into his neck and try to catch your breath.

“Mm mm,” you whisper, kissing his skin.

Your fingertips brush along his shoulders before you slide them down and grab his ass. He growls and nudges his knee between your legs. You whimper, the pressure of his thick thigh pressing against your sensitive clit making you wiggle in his embrace.

He lets out a throaty moan and you feel his cock pulse against your stomach.

“Bucky,” you giggle.

“What?” he says. “I didn’t do anything.”

You reach between your bodies and lightly dance your fingers along his silky length, gently rubbing the tip.

“So soft,” you murmur, continuing upwards and through the light trail of hair on his lower stomach.

He throbs again.

“Don’t,” he starts before you can even say a word. “This is all your fault.”

“My fault?!” you gasp. “I just want to cuddle after sex!”

You shift your body and get closer. His cock is warm and resting along your stomach and when you start to kiss along his collarbone you can feel him grow harder. You giggle into his skin.

“Stop touching me,” he says but you can hear the smile in his voice.

“But I wanna touch you Buck.”

Your fingers curl around the chain of his dog tags and you pull his lips to yours.

His cock throbs again.

“I can feel you smirking doll,” he simpers.

“I’m just cuddling,” you say with feigned innocence.

He grunts and rolls onto his back.

“Aww Buck! Come back here!” you say and pat your stomach.

He shimmies over and rests his head there, sighing when your fingers fall into his hair and you lightly scratch his scalp. You slide your hand down and along his jaw then graze them over his abs before you trace the outline of the V at his hips.

You watch his cock jump, still growing harder.

“I didn’t even touch it that time,” you snicker.

“Your fault,” he says again.

“Uh huh,” you mumble, sliding your fingers down again to stroke him.

Another bounce and you suck your bottom lip between your teeth to stifle a giggle.

“You think this is funny?” he asks before he flips himself over and pins you to the mattress.

His cock is hard and resting between your legs.

“Bucky,” you whine.

“I asked you a question doll.”

“No…” you answer but it’s hard to hide your grin.

“You’re so full of shit,” he says as his nose bumps yours.

“Rather be full of you Buck.”

He smiles just before his lips brush yours.

“Good. Because this is all your fault,” he murmurs as he slowly pushes into you.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Sexy drabble request- enemies to lovers hate sex with Loki 🤤💚

The green monster

A/N: This is more jealousy sex than enemies to lovers tbh. Happy reading!

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: 18+, smutty fluff.

Word count: 1.5k

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“May I have this dance, gorgeous?”

The gentleman who had his eyes on you the entire evening had finally asked you to dance and you were pleased. The said gentleman also happened to be a prime suspect of your mission.

The plan was to keep him engaged while your least favorite Avenger sneaked into the private rooms in order to bug it. Natasha and Clint waited outside in a van to receive an audio visual on them. You hoped to God that Loki did his job right without any glitches while you sweet-talked to the guy.

Unknown to you, there was a green jealousy monster rising its head inside Loki as he glared at the two of you from the shadows. Nostrils flared and hands balled up in fists, he hated the way you giggled and fluttered your eyelashes at the vile man. He wanted to burn his hands for having held you so close to his body while you two swayed to the music, his undeserving fingers splayed across your bare back.

You caught Loki’s eye, amused at his reaction, you couldn’t help teasing just a little. You always had a back and forth going on with him, you didn’t think much of it before acting out. The Asgardian who swore nobody could affect him that way ever, sure was adorable when irked.

Or so you thought.

You leaned over to whisper something in his ear which made him laugh and pull you closer to his chest before pressing a chaste kiss on the back of your hand.

This sent him over the edge, Loki abandoned your plan and made his exit in a dramatic way, a green light flashed across the room as everyone’s attention was now divided. It all happened too fast for you to process but your instincts kicked in and you had to act fast. The damage was already done, you had to get out of the place.

Cursing under your breath, you ignored Nat’s distressed voice and managed to somehow sneak out of the place after excusing yourself to the bathroom. Of course, he had betrayed, that’s what he does, you reminded yourself.

“Why did I even trust him?” you fumed, opening the door of the van to find two equally furious trained assassins. The drive back to the tower was silent, apart from your brain which was coming up with several ideas on how to murder the God of Mischief.

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Previous anger still lingered as you made your way up to Loki’s room in the Tower, knocking on his door rather loudly before realizing it was open. Pushing it open, a part of you expected it to be empty but there he was, leaning against the window, arms crossed and a sulk on his face. It was almost like he was waiting for you.

“Are you fucking kidding me? What was that? You don’t just abandon a mission out of the blue! Explain yourself, Loki.”

Crossing your arms to keep yourself from slapping him, you waited for an answer as his eyes simply bore into yours silently. It frustrated you further, the silence, usually he was all about the words.

“What, you're gonna keep quiet now? Were you planning on betraying us all along? Huh? Because you’re incapable of doing good, because you’re always the trickster? Here I thought I could trust you and—”

“I didn’t think my help was required with the way you had that imbecile all wrapped around your finger.” Loki’s voice was low as his gaze didn’t leave your form while he answered, causing you to frown.

“What? I—I did it for the mission, it was part of the plan. Remember when we discussed that? Of course, you don’t. You ruined everything!”

Your voice rose with the anger as you contemplated what to do next, he was still dangerously silent which couldn’t end well, you knew better than that. Deciding to leave him alone, you headed for the door but he beat you to it. Crossing the distance in a few long strides he shut the door with a loud bang before towering over you. He was too close; a few millimeters and you would’ve collided against his chest.

“Why are you—?”

“I did not appreciate the way that man had been eyeing you, the way he lay his hands all over your body, I wished to stab him.”

While his honesty took you by surprise, the audacity of this man made you scoff. Sometimes could be one of the most infuriating souls on the planet. Crossing your arms over your chest you fired back.

“And do you think it’s a treat watching you charm your way around a party? I don’t go on sabotaging missions just because I get jealous.”

It was Loki’s turn to raise his eyebrows as you dropped this new information on him, a smirk which he hid too well before nodding.

“I guess…we’re even then.”

“What? We’re not even. I have never betrayed my team because of how I feel about you, Loki. Never. What you did was wrong. I came here to yell at you and now I’m done. You’re—we’re done.”

As you were about to try and leave again, he stepped in your way, blocking your path and forced you to look at him.

“We’re not done. How could you say that?”

Dropping his voice to barely over a whisper, your heart threatened to jump out of its ribcage as Loki lowered his head to press his lips onto yours. Reluctantly at first, but you responded quickly after your arms slid up his chest and around his neck to pull him closer.

“You just admitted to being jealous.”

Loki whispered against your lips, walking you backwards until you hit the wall, continuing bruising you with kisses while your brain tried to process what had transpired.

“So did you.”

Smirking as you worked on undoing his buttons, you got little time to admire his chiselled torso as he grabbed you by the back of your thighs to lift you up. A sigh left your lips when his groin brushed against your core, desire pooling between your legs as he drove his hips forwards purposely.

“You owe me an apology you know…” you breathed, holding onto his shoulders tight, gasping when he nearly tore the dress away from your body. Lust-darkened shamelessly drinking you in.

“Well, consider me apologising, love.”

Loki attacked your neck, bruising spots by baring his teeth before soothing them over with his tongue while his hands kneaded your breasts, pinching your nipples with deft fingers.

Your body felt like it was on fire, desire burning deep in your belly as your heart beat rapidly against your ribcage. It had been coming from a mile away, everybody knew it, the tension was going to boil over sooner than later and now that it had, you wondered why you hadn’t been doing this all along.

Loki had overpowered your senses with those syrupy kisses, clouded your brain to the point where you didn’t register when he had rid himself of his clothes.

He teased your folds, gathering your slick with his tip before it turned you impatient as you pushed your hips ahead to take him in. A combined groan echoed in the otherwise silent room as he stretched you out, your warmth enveloping his length in its velvety blanket until he bottomed out.

Hair tangled up against the wall, back digging into the hard surface but all you could think about was more. Wanting more of what he was willing to give, every shudder that left your body wanted the same.

Loki’s teeth sunk into your skin, marking you as his while his length impaled you into a panting mess. That coil in your belly threatened to snap and he could sense it.

Deft fingers that circled around your clit in tandem with his thrusts sent you over the edge, letting out a strangled cry as your walls fluttered around his cock. Your mind a foggy mess as you floated, holding onto him as the aftershocks wracked your body.

“That was one hell of an apology.”

You felt him smile against your neck where he placed soft, soothing kisses, still sheathed inside your warmth. Carrying you over to the bed, he made you lay on top of him as he caressed your back.

“Do you forgive me, my darling?” He whispered. The duality of this man being so rough just a while back and yet this soft the next second was surprising.

Pretending to think for a while, you placed your chin on his chest with a mischievous smirk.

“I don’t know yet…Might want to keep apologizing.”

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

Pairing: MusicProducer!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Rating/Warning(s): PG-13; Alcohol Consumption, Fluff

Word Count: 2,037

Synopsis: Reader gets asked what is the most romantic thing she could dream of Bucky doing for them, Bucky pulls out all the stops with the help of their friends.

Info: This goes out to @imerdwarf who inspired this little work. One of my all time favorite songs and videos growing up was Take On Me by a-ha. I knew this had to be written. Thank you @jacobs-pup for some help! The dividers are provided by @firefly-graphics. Sorry this was written on my phone, and posted from my phone I cannot add not read more. (Laptop is broken.) I hope you enjoy this!

*Моя Маленькая звезда — My Little Star (according to google translation)*

Y/H/C = Your Hair Color

Taylor Swift's voice blared through the flat as the final coat of Berry Naughty was drying on Y/N’s fingers. Looking down at them, she was oblivious to Darcy, Wanda and Natasha talking with their eyes and sitting down at the coffee table around her, staring at her. Y/N was the topic of their non-existent conversation and Natasha, clearly getting annoyed, rolled her eyes, got her phone out, setting it on the table and finally catching the other girl’s attention.

“Моя Маленькая звезда, now that we have your attention, we have a few questions for you.” Natasha smirked as she set down four shot glasses, starting to fill them with premium vodka. Y/N felt a chill run down her spine, both trying to recall anything she had done since the last girls night and whether she had anything to do tomorrow. When the vodka came out, the wills and ability to do anything the next day were impossible.

“Way to scare her. Is it not yours and Bucky’s four year anniversary on Friday?” Darcy made grabby hands for the first shot as she looked at Y/N, one eyebrow up with a smile on her face. Y/N laughed as she took her shot from Natasha, clinking with Wanda. She was worried for no reason. She quickly downed the shot and the burn was felt all the way down to her stomach.

“Yeah, four years, holy shit, can you guys believe it? It feels like just yesterday we were at the cafe, studying for finals, and he passed me that note asking me to be his girlfriend,” she sighed dreamily, leaning her head on the palm of her hand with a smile.

She had kept that very note in every wallet she’d owned so those days when things got hard, when they fought, or when she just needed a smile, it was there. That note was a reminder of Bucky’s love for her.

“He’s always been a sap, no?” Wanda started to pour more vodka into the shot glasses, lifting hers and clinking with Darcy as Natasha shook her no.

“My brother did not become a sap till he fell for Y/N, before that he was more of a laid and ditch 'em type.” Both Darcy and Y/N found their jaws dropping to the floor, before Natasha shrugged and motioned for them to take their shots. Y/N tapped her glass on the top of the table and leaned back, the burn hitting fast once again.

“Anyway. Y/N, what is something so romantic you wish would happen to you? Like, something that you’ve always dreamed about, but would never dare bring up to Bucky because you think he would laugh at you or just brush you off?” Wanda passed out mini cans of Ocean Spray cranberry juice along with candy bars, while maintaining eye contact with Y/H/C.

Biting her lip, a habit of her which she had been trying really hard to break, she sat there, thinking, trying to decide if she would admit her main desire or lie. Natasha could tell a lie from a mile away and Wanda had always been able to read her, so there was no use in lying.

“Okay, so you know I have a thing for 80’s music? Well I’ve always wanted to have Bucky pick up his acoustic guitar and sing Take On Me by a-ha, nothing could be more romantic than that. Extra points if he wears that leather jacket his mom got him for Christmas, because that just does things for me.” Y/N started to pour shots of vodka as blood rushed to her cheeks and her body heated up from all the attention on her. She was so focused on pouring shots she didn’t notice Natasha fiddling with her phone.

“Interesting, now do you think we should have something to eat? I’m thinking we should order a little bit of something from all our favorite places and have a smorgasbord.” Clinking her shot glass with Y/N’s, Natasha pulled it to her lips, knocking it back in one go. The girls didn’t ask her to elaborate, and it was like that girls night was back to being a girls night, gossiping, talking about TV shows and complaining about work.

*6 Day’s Later Bucky P.O.V.*

Bucky stepped back and looked around the living room, the stringed lights Darcy had provided from her and Steve’s wedding hung from the ceiling, providing mood lighting. Candles that Natasha had found were burning all throughout the apartment, reminding him of that day when he had asked Y/N out. Sitting on the back of the couch was the leather jacket his mother gave him for Christmas, waiting to be put on till last minute.

His palms were clammy from nerves. He needed things to go perfect, because the past four years he had with Y/N had been the best four years of his life. She loved him, supported his dreams of wanting to be a writer and music producer, encouraged him when times were hard, looked at him with adoration, and she never gave up on him. He loved Y/N so much, it ached the days they were apart when she was working in DC for Senator Potts as her personal assistant, but, when she came home, he felt whole. She made the days worth it, she made love worth it.

“Bucky, Darcy said she just dropped Y/N off.” Steve, Bucky’s best friend handed him his leather jacket, along with his acoustic guitar that Y/N had gifted him for this past birthday. She has gotten it signed by the music legend Bruce Springsteen, when he had done a charity show thrown by Senator Potts and her husband Tony. Needless to say he cherished this acoustic guitar greatly and showed it off to anyone who stopped by the apartment for the first time.

Steve took a seat at the piano that sat under the TV, leaving room for his best friend to sit beside him. Bucky strapped the acoustic to his body as he pulled the guitar pick from his jean pocket before he sat down, he let out a long breath. Never before was he so thankful for the elevator being broken in the apartment building than he was in that moment.

Bumping shoulders with his best friend, Steve pressed a few keys on the piano getting his attention. “You got this, don’t sweat it.” Bucky just nodded his head before moving his neck side to side, cracking it, making Natasha who stood in the corner of the room with her camera chuckle. Bucky out of reflex, showed his middle finger to his adopted sister, she stopped when they heard keys go into the lock of the door and the key chains rattle.

*Y/N’s P.O.V*

Y/N pulled her key out and threw it in her open purse as she grabbed her suitcase from the hallway, it had been a really long 3 days in D.C. helping Senator Potts with her speech, of the announcement for the run for president. Pushing the front door open, she called out to Bucky but soon noticed the lights were out, minus beautiful sets of string lights hanging from the ceiling. Immediately soft acoustic guitar was playing as she hung her purse up making her turn around in a rush, where she found Bucky sitting at the piano bench beside Steve, whose back was to her.

“Talking away. I don't know what I'm to say. I'll say it anyway. Today's another day to find you. Shyin' away. I'll be coming for your love, OK? And… Take on me. Take me on. I'll be gone. In a day or two.” Y/N gasped immediately as she realized what Bucky was doing as she walked her way into the middle of the room.

“So needless to say. I'm odds and ends. But that's me, I'm stumbling away. Slowly learning that life is OK, and. Say after me. It's no better to be safe than sorry.” As Bucky serenaded Y/N, tears slowly started to weld up in her eyes.

“And… Take on me. Take me on. I'll be gone. In a day or two.” As Steve took over playing his piano solo, Bucky stole a quick peck on the lips from Y/N before quickly sitting back down at the piano bench.

“And oh, things that you say. Is it life or just to play my worries away? You're all the things. I've got to remember. You're shyin' away. I'll be coming for you anyway. Take on me. Take me on. I'll be gone. In a day or two. I'll be gone. In a day or two. In a day or two.” Ending the song with a smile on his face, Bucky looked Y/N in the eyes, who was looking straight back at him with adoration and a matching smile. Taking his acoustic guitar off, Bucky placed it behind as Y/N walked into his arms placing a kiss in his neck, breathing thank you to him.

When they eventually pulled apart Bucky wiped her tears, smiling at her as he got down on one knee. Y/N eyes starting to grow big, her hands again going over her jaw as she kept saying no over and over again.

“Bucky, are you kidding? This isn’t funny.” His hands reached up to grab Y/N’s from her face a dopey smile on his face the same one he gave her every morning they woke up beside each other, the same one he gave her when she made him a fresh cup of coffee, the same smile he gave her when she said I love you to him.

“Darling, it’s been four of the best years of my life, and I would like to think not just mine but ours. You make getting out of the bed in the morning not a chore, eating vegetables, worth it because I’ll live longer just to spend more time with you. You support my love for music and my career when some of my family had their doubts. It’s been an honor to watch you grow into one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met. So courageous, hard working, loving and charitable. I would be one lucky guy to get to spend the rest of my time with you, so I guess what I’m trying to get to is.” Bucky leaned on his left knee as he reached into the right front pocket of his jeans to pull out a ring box opening it up to show a beautiful sterling silver garnet ring.

“Y/N Y/L/N would you do the honor of spending the rest of our lives at my side whether it’s here in Brooklyn or Georgetown, I can’t picture it without you.” Y/N pulled Bucky up by the collar of the leather jacket she loved so much and kissed him on the lips. Natasha and Steve whooped at the couple making Bucky chuckle as they continued to kiss, tears of joy streaming from Y/N’s eyes. Bucky slipped the ring onto her ring finger as they pulled apart smiles on their faces.

“I would be honored to become Y/N Barnes. Who told you?” Y/N looked down at her ring then back at Bucky who motioned hand to his sister who stood to the far corner of the room holding the camera filming the engagement for their families. Natasha waved as Y/N laughed recalling the Saturday night where the girls had questioned her.

“You are right, the voice memo app really does come in handy.” Y/N laughed when she realized that Natasha had recorded the questioning and must have sent it to her boyfriend, now fiancé, to help plan this. Thanking her soon to be sister-in-law, Y/N turned to Steve and hugged him and thanked him for making her romantic dreams come to life.

Bucky pulled her back towards him and hugged her close to his body kissing the side of her face, “I love you, and I can’t wait to spend forever with you.”

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Peony

I’m so excited to be taking part in the  @redhead-wine-and-literature-club For Love In Bloom Challenge - The flower for today is Peony. 

I made a moodboard as well as a short little Drabble to go with the Drabble I Hope you all enjoy!

Divider made by the amazing @whimsicalrogers​

Warnings: None cute shy fluffy Bucky

Parings: Bucky X You

The Peony’s rest in your hands as you walk towards Bucky your dress flowing as you walk. You could see Bucky’s shy smile as he stared at you his blue eyes shining.

“Hi he whispers.” You chuckle as you take his hand.

“Hi.” He gently and shyly kisses your cheek.

“Are you sure you want to marry me? You can back out now.” Smiling and holding his metal hand tightly you shake your head staring in those deep blue eyes of his. 

“I’ve never been so sure of anything else in my life. I love you James Buchanan Barnes.”

As the judge says the words biding you two together forever Bucky just stares loving at you. 

His smile was just as beautiful as the Peony’s you were holding maybe slightly more.

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[eurynome827]

Edge of Forever

For @whisperlullaby 700 Followers Challenge - congratulations again on the milestone dearie - this challenge is about discovering kinks and I chose:

Breeding Kink + Bucky Barnes

Warnings: breeding kink/daddy kink/language/dirty talk/ f receive oral and unprotected sex - this is me so it's vague smut but SMUT nonetheless so 18+ ONLY AS ALWAYS. By clicking the "keep reading" link below you affirm that you are over 18.

Bucky Barnes owned you, and he loved it.

His already broad chest puffed up even more with pride when you begged for him, when you crawled onto his lap and pouted at him, when you wrapped your arms around him needing to be close. "I thought you were a good girl, but you're behaving like a needy little kitten," he would say, that little grin curling the edges of his mouth, pleased as punch at how greedy you were for his touch.

"Tell me, doll," he would say, half asking and half demanding as he looked up at you from between your legs, stubble wet with everything you'd given him, "tell me there's no one but me, no one can make you feel like this."

"No one," you breathed out, fists clutching the sheets, "there's no one but you, only you forever."

And you meant every word. No one but Bucky. Forever meant something to Bucky. He was on the edge of it but you curled around his body and his heart and made a home.

"Who do you belong to, pretty girl?"

"To you...... Ah fuck, right there .... faster, Sergeant, harder!"

"What if I don't wanna go faster?" His hips moved maddeningly slow, his fingers curled around your thighs holding you open. "What if I want to take my time and feel every inch of my sweet kitten?" Your brows drew together, whining in need, and he lowered his head to kiss you and soothe you. "What if I need to go nice and slow and fill you up, fuck a baby into you?"

Your eyes flew open, your breath stuttered and your body clenched, making Bucky gasp.

"Oh, you like that," Bucky smirked but he didn't pick up the pace. "You want that? You wanna be dripping with me, want me to breed you so everyone knows you belong to me?"

You stare up at him, eyes wide and heart racing. "Yeah," you agree breathlessly, your tone just shy of begging, "want you to fill me up, daddy."

"Oh, fuck," Bucky's eyes roll back, his hips finally moving faster against yours as you tighten on him over and over, meeting his thrusts.

"Bucky..." You whine, and you don't have to tell him you're close.

"Say it again, baby. Tell me again."

You can feel him throbbing and you tell him everything he needs to hear as you're flooding over him. "I'm yours, and I need you to breed me, daddy."

Bucky roars as he spills into you, his head falling in the place between your neck and shoulder as you both catch your breath.

It's only when your heartbeat isn't pulsing in your ears that you turn your head to whisper in his ear.

"That was new."

He lifts his head to look at you and it's like you fall in love all over again.

"Would it be bad if I said I liked it?"

"I loved it," you answer firmly, feeling him stirring inside you again.

"Mine, right doll?"

"That's right - all yours."

[eurynome827]

A Whiskey & A Dance

A/N: see this post for the picture that inspired this story. This story is a standalone oneshot and is not connected with my other 1940s Bucky stories.

1940s preserum Steve x Bucky x reader (female)

Word Count: 3,033

Warnings: 18+ ONLY for m x m x f (taking turns), protected sex (this is the 40s so I used the word 'rubbers'), loss of virginity (Steve), oral (m receiving), smoking and alcohol, masturbation, language and dirty talk, cumplay, Steve is having thoughts about Bucky that he's trying to understand but there are no overt acts of Stucky in this fic.

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"Slow down already, punk!" Steve struggled to keep up with Bucky's quick footsteps on the sidewalk, sidestepping the other pedestrians, out of breath and wheezing. "What's the big rush? Afraid you'll miss out on your doll?"

Bucky stopped suddenly on the pavement and Steve ran right into his back, damn near bouncing off. "First off, jerk, she's not a doll. She's a dame." Bucky emphasized the word, drawing it out with a raised eyebrow. "And tonight's not for me. It's for you."

Bucky whirled and took off down the sidewalk again as Steve shook his head, dazed. "For - for me? What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you - dancing. Smooching. Maybe more." The mischief on Bucky's face made Steve swallow, hard. He pulls on Bucky's arm to stop him again.

"Buck...you didn't...pay her, did you?"

"Will you listen to yourself?" Bucky pulled his arm from Steve's grip. "No, I didn't pay her. She's not like that. She just likes to have fun. Lots of fun."

Steve can't help himself. "Have you...had fun with her?"

Bucky nods, but it's written all over his face anyway. "Oh yeah."

"What's she like?"

Bucky looks up towards the two stars visible in the Brooklyn sky. "Like heaven, Stevie. Like walking through the gates to heaven."

*

The dance hall is loud and crowded when they arrive, and Steve's heart is hammering in his chest. He stares listlessly at the bodies moving on the dance floor until Bucky elbows him.

"There she is..."

You're not like any other girl Steve has seen.

You're definitely older than the other girls they know, and Steve doesn't recognize you from when they were in school. Your heels are a little higher, your dress is tighter and your smile is knowing, worldly. Bucky mentioned that you have your own apartment and you work in Manhattan, someone's secretary or something. You're drinking whiskey in a glass stained with the red of your lipstick and Steve's mesmerized by the column of your neck as you lean back to swallow. Bucky's right - you're not a doll, you're a dame. A woman.

"C'mon, Steve, let's dance."

You hand your glass to Bucky and grab Steve's hand and he's afraid for a moment that his palms are too sweaty or that you can hear how hard it is for him to breathe. The music changes from a fast song to a slow one, and you take Steve's hands and put them on your waist, drawing him in close. You're looking at him like he's the only guy in Brooklyn and in that moment nothing else matters - just you and your red lips and your perfume in his nose tickling the back of his throat.

"Bucky said maybe we could go back to my place and have a few drinks." You're whispering in Steve's ear, and you giggle when a shiver runs down his spine, his hands trembling on your waist. "Would you like that, Steve?"

"Y-yeah. Let's go."

*

You sneak the boys in through a side door, you tell them it's to avoid the nosy landlady. Bucky and Steve tiptoe up the stairs behind you and wait while you unlock the door and then you grab them both by the lapels of their jackets and pull them inside, your giggles floating out into the hallway. Bucky is laughing softly and he ducks his head to kiss the back of your neck while you're locking the door from the inside and Steve wonders again what am I doing here? What's going on?

"Let's have a drink, gentlemen," you kick off your shoes and grab the bottle of whiskey off the counter in the kitchenette. Bucky's taking three glasses out of the cabinet and it's clear he's been here more than once. You take a cigarette from your pack and offer one to Bucky, who takes it but opens a window before lighting yours, and then his.

"Oh," you look over at Steve, "will you be alright with the smoke?"

"He's fine with the window open," Bucky answers, sitting on the couch and leaning his head back, exhaling a cloud of smoke toward the ceiling.

You pour out the whiskey, three glasses neat. The cigarette is perched between your pouting lips and Steve's mesmerized. He's never been in a place like this with a woman like you. You catch him staring and smile, soft and knowing.

"I'm going to get comfortable. Is that alright, Steve?" You ask, voice low as you hand him a glass. Bucky smirks at you when you hand him the other glass.

"Um, sure," Steve answers, taking a tiny sip and wincing at the burn. "I don't mind."

You drink, and Steve's watching your neck as you swallow again, everything about you soft but sophisticated, in Steve's eyes anyway. Putting down your glass and the cigarette in the ashtray, you unbutton your dress with your eyes on Steve the whole time. His mouth goes dry, his body feels numb, and he knows he's staring as your skin is revealed to him but he can't stop himself. You toss your dress on a chair, pick up your cigarette and lounge on the couch, next to Bucky in only your undergarments and stockings.

Steve can't breathe and it has nothing to do with the smoke. Bucky draws lazy circles on the inside of your thigh with his fingertips, and you open your legs wider for him but your eyes are fixed on Steve. You sigh before drawing more smoke into your lungs, exhaling a cloud around you and Bucky that looks like a magic spell hanging in the room.

"Do you want to touch me too?" You ask, quietly, like you're trying not to frighten him off. "I want you to. I like to play." Your lips curl up in a smile, and you put the cigarette in the ashtray again to beckon him forward, crooking your finger with a mischievous giggle. "Come here, Steve. Come and play with us."

Steve's mouth and throat go dry, and he takes a drink but starts coughing when the whiskey burns down his throat. You shake off Bucky's hand and stand up from the couch, walking to Steve and cooing, "oh, sweet baby boy, are you alright?" Steve's eyes nearly pop out of his head when you kneel in front of him, rubbing your hands up his thighs closer to where he's suddenly hard in his pants at the sight and presence of you. One of your hands rubs over his clothed cock and his head falls back, his eyes closed as he struggles to control himself.

"Steve," you're whispering, your hands unbuttoning his pants, "I know you want me, and I want you too. Will you let me make you feel good, baby?" A strangled moan escapes from Steve's throat as your hands grasp him and pull him free and he opens his eyes in time to see you lick the head, humming at the taste.

It's too much, and he has no experience and he knows he'll embarrass himself. "I can't - I won't be able to -"

"Yes, you will. Let me take care of you." Your red lips smile at him once more before you take Steve in your mouth, lipstick smearing on his skin and he raises his hips before he can stop himself, completely lost in the warmth of your mouth. You hum again, swirling your tongue and holding his hips, pushing him back down to sit and looking up to catch his eye, looking filthy and beautiful with your mouth full of him. Steve thinks he may have to close his eyes again but then he looks over and sees Bucky.

Bucky - he's unbuttoned his shirt, dog tags laying on his chest. His hair's a mess from how many times he's pushed his fingers through it, his lips are bitten swollen and pink from how aroused he is and his hand is slowly fisting his hard cock, watching you suck Steve further down your throat.

Steve's pretty sure this sinning will be worth a lot more than ten Hail Mary's, but he's in for whatever reckoning is coming his way. He gasps, feeling himself getting too close, but you know too and you pull off, tightening your hand at the base of his cock and holding him off. "I told you," you say breathlessly, "I'd take care of you." You surge up to capture his lips, rubbing off what's left of your lipstick on his mouth. You lick along his bottom lip, and Steve opens his mouth, letting you tangle your tongue with his and tasting himself in your mouth.

Steve's still painfully hard, but he could kiss you all night long. He wants to touch you but he's not sure where to put his hands, finally resting them on your shoulders and pulling you closer. Steve thinks you're about to straddle his lap and he's wondering how he'll control himself with that when you suddenly giggle and pull away from Steve's mouth and he opens his eyes.

Bucky's behind you, his hands smoothing over your skin, his mouth pressing open, wet kisses along the skin on your back and shoulders. "Sorry, sugar," he murmurs into your skin, his nimble fingers pulling the straps down your arms, "I couldn't wait to touch you."

"Bucky," you try to scold, but your voice is light and amused, "you have to be patient. Steve's first, remember?"

Steve watches as Bucky strips you, his eyes following Bucky's hands and breathing hard at every curve revealed to him. Bucky cups your breasts and teases your nipples with his thumbs as you lean your head back on his shoulder, closing your eyes in pleasure. "Bucky," you whine, "you're being bad."

"You love it," he chuckles in your ear, and Steve watches as Bucky slides a hand down to feel you between your legs. "Stevie, she's so wet for us," Bucky licks his lips and winks at his best friend. "Told ya you'd have a good time tonight."

Steve laughs, nervously. Part of him still can't believe he's here, that Bucky would share you with him and give him this experience. But then you're slapping Bucky's hands away with a soft, "behave," and pulling on his dog tags to bring him in for a rough kiss that has Bucky's hands wandering again. "Patience," you breathe out when you break away again. Bucky grins and kisses your forehead before helping you to your feet and extending a hand to Steve as well.

"The lady says you're first, pal," Bucky teases, and you pull Steve to your bed as Bucky follows.

"Why don't you lay down on your back," you tell Steve, pushing him back gently. "I'll take care of you, remember?"

Steve nods, his heart racing. He lays back on the mattress and watches you rummage in the drawer by your bed. You pull out rubbers - you're a real woman - and you straddle Steve with one in your hand. "Do you know what this is?"

"Yes, ma'am."

You smile, and lean over to kiss him, and Steve shivers at the feeling of your bare skin against his. You're so warm and wet between your legs and Steve can't believe this is really happening. "Do you trust me?" You ask, whispering into his ear.

"Yes!" Steve answers quickly, nodding when you sit up and take him in hand, rolling the rubber on and soothing him when he hisses at how sensitive he is. Then you're hovering over him, lining him up and sinking down - and oh shit Bucky was right.

Heaven. Like walking into heaven.

Steve lets his hands slide up your body as you roll your hips, touching all those valleys and curves he watched Bucky touch. He's drinking in your sounds and moans and he's loud too, he can't help it with how good you're making him feel. He fights to keep his eyes open and watch you above him, but he's falling fast and he can't stop himself. "I'm - I can't stop -" he stutters out, biting his lip, and you lean down to hold his hands and rock against him harder.

"You don't have to stop," you tell him, breathing hard, "I want you to feel good, Steve."

You're squeezing him inside you and he can't hold back, filling the rubber with a loud shout. You slow your movements, riding out his orgasm, and you kiss him hard before rolling off to lay on the bed next to him.

Steve's quiet, staring at the ceiling with a grin on his face, and you giggle and curl into his side. He's almost forgotten about Bucky - until he appears at the foot of the bed, rubber already rolled on and pulling at your ankle impatiently.

"Hope you had fun, punk, but now it's my turn."

You laugh, and move to your hands and knees, winking at Bucky over your shoulder before turning your gaze back to Steve.

"Should I go?" Steve asks, unsure, and you shake your head, balancing yourself to reach for his hand.

"No, sweet boy, you stay right there, and if you want to play more we can, but -" your voice is cut off by your moan as Bucky's pushes inside you, his hands gripping your hips. He leans over to brush a kiss to your shoulder before starting a quick and rough pace.

"But it's my turn now," Bucky groans out the words, jaw clenched and lips bitten. His dog tags bounce as he thrusts into you, and you - you're a vision, fists clutching the blanket, back arched, breasts bouncing and when you open your eyes you smile at Steve.

Steve's eyes are wide and he can't stop watching. He can't believe it but he feels himself starting to stir again, and he hurriedly removes and ties off the rubber, tossing it on the floor in a daze. Not like you care where he throws it, because the headboard's banging against the wall now with how hard and fast Bucky is fucking you.

"Can't get enough of you, you know that," Bucky's muttering, and your head falls to the mattress, moaning in response. "Dreaming about you, about fucking you everywhere, getting my head up your skirt and not caring who sees."

Steve can't believe the words coming out of Bucky's mouth, and the wild look in his eyes. Then those eyes drift to him, and Bucky grins, letting go of your hips for a moment to push his hair out of his eyes.

"You like this, Stevie? You like sharing a girl?"

Steve nods, too stunned to speak, and wraps his hand around his cock, stroking as he watches. He's not sure what he wants, but he wants more and he can't stop watching you, or Bucky.

You wail, something's happened and Steve's not sure what. Bucky pulls out of you and rolls you over and your head lands close to Steve's shoulder. You look up at Steve and smile, your eyes glassy and unfocused. Bucky crawls over you and licks a drop of sweat from between your breasts and you whimper. "Gonna cum for me again, baby?" Bucky asks you, softer now.

"Yeah, want more, Buck. Need more." Your voice is rough, and the slight begging tone shoots straight to Steve's cock.

Bucky grins, charming and roguish, and leans down to kiss you before sitting up and positioning himself between your legs again. Steve is mesmerized as he watches Bucky slide inside you again, watches the way Bucky's eyes roll back at the feel of you and watches how your chest rises and falls with the effort to breathe. Steve syncs his strokes with Bucky's thrusts into you, steady but longer this time, dragging in and out of you and making you moan.

You look up at Steve and then back at Bucky, and he understands what you want.

"Touch our girl, Stevie," Bucky says, nodding to him. "Let's make her feel good, huh?"

Steve nods, rolling on his side and figuring as long as he has permission he'll do what he's wanted to all night long. He lowers his head to your breast and sucks your nipple into his mouth, his hand keeping a steady pace over his hardening cock as your whimpers drive him faster and faster. His tongue flicks around you and Bucky suddenly groans.

"She's squeezing me, Stevie, she likes that," he encourages, and Steve lifts his head before moving to the other breast and sees Bucky wet his thumb in his mouth and then start rubbing you on a spot between your legs. You lurch up, back arched, and Steve files that away to ask Bucky about later.

"Bucky! Steve!" You're crying their names, and Bucky speeds up.

"Cum for us, darlin'," he demands, low and husky. "I'm right there with you. Look at Steve, he's gonna paint you up all pretty."

Steve looks at Bucky, and then down at his own hand flying over his cock, and he realizes what Bucky's saying. Is he - is that what he's supposed to do? You're wailing again, eyes closed and mouth open, and Steve shouts, his mess covering your breasts.

"Fuck..." Bucky swears, and thrusts into you twice more before he cums into rubber, pulling out of you slowly and collapsing onto the bed on your other side.

Steve watches you and Bucky, stunned silent. Your eyes open slowly and you look up at Steve, and you start giggling.

"You should see your face right now, Steve. Are you okay?"

Bucky looks over, and snorts. "Punk can't believe his good luck."

Steve smiles at you, sheepish. "Yeah, something like that, I guess."

You lift your hand, cupping Steve's cheek. "Was it a good first time, baby?"

Steve holds his hand on yours, moving to press a kiss to your palm. "Yes."

Bucky removes and ties off his rubber and looks over at Steve. "Do me a favor, grab a cloth from over there," he points, "and help me clean up our girl. She takes care of us, and we take care of her."

You move your other hand to Bucky's cheek, smiling up at him. "You were right. This was a really good idea."

[eurynome827]

Watch Out For The Quiet Ones (4)

Watch Out For The Quiet Ones: Masterlist

For @the-ss-horniest-book-club Candy Hearts Club - Day 1 - I chose the prompt "cutie pie" and we're back with everyone's favorite cutie pie, College!Sub!Bucky...this begins directly after Part 3.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, Bucky’s praise kink.

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Bucky gave you one last kiss and left the room, leaving you to flop back on the bed and think about everything you'd just done, in this bed and in your own.

You hold his cheek, pulling him to you for a kiss. "You're cute." That blush again, it's your weakness. "You're beautiful." Now it's your turn to lower your head, giving him a little grin. "Did I teach you to be this charming?" "That's a God given talent, ma'am," he teases.

Smiling at the ceiling, you blow out the breath you didn't know you were holding and sit up, straightening your clothes again before standing and checking your reflection in the mirror. Biting back the satisfied grin unsuccessfully, you head downstairs and follow the noise to the beer pong game that Steve was so insistent on Bucky joining. You watch for a bit, still smiling as you watch Steve and Bucky sink shot after shot into the opposing teams cups, gleeful cheers and high fives abounding. 

Steve is coaching Bucky before he takes his final shot when you sidle up beside them, giving Steve a little nod in greeting.

"Gonna be my good luck charm?" Bucky whispers.

"You don't need luck," you answer, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear. "I know you can do it because you're such a good boy." Bucky's hand grips the plastic ping pong ball, his eyes closing for a moment and you can feel the shiver the runs down his back. You slide your hand into the back pocket of his jeans, ignoring Steve's wide eyes. "Go ahead, honey. Make me proud."

Bucky takes in a long, shaky breath, aiming for the last cup and letting the shot fly. The ball lands in the cup with a splash of beer, a roar erupting from the giddy crowd. Steve claps Bucky on his shoulder but Bucky's already winding his arms around your waist and kissing you, before either of you can even think about the consequences. Coming up for air, you giggle when Bucky looks around, the "oops" expression on his face priceless. 

"That's my cutie pie," you tease, patting his cheek with your hand. That delicious blush that makes you weak covers his cheekbones, and you lean forward to kiss him quickly one more time before walking away, finding your roommate standing at the bar. You playfully tip your finger under her chin, closing her open mouth for her, before grabbing a tequila shot from the tray.

"To answer your question," you purr, bringing back your discussion from this afternoon, "Bucky Barnes is mine."

[eurynome827]

hi can you please write bucky x reader where the reader sees bucky with a black suit and she just gets really turned on by him and you know....

Sure can 😏

Warnings: language, lust, vague pre-smut (if you will) - my blogs are 18+ spaces always.

"Doll?"

You shake your head to clear it, comically. "Yes?"

He smirks. "You feeling okay?"

"Yes, yes, of course." You check your gun and ammunition, doing your best to ignore his hands - that damn metal hand that you can't stop thinking about - as he does the same. You're about to go out into the unknown, and you need to be at the top of your game, focused and - oh fuck - now his arms slide in the sleeves of the suit jacket, the fabric hugging the muscles on both arms and you snap your jaw shut before you drool on the floor.

Utterly distracted, you don't even realize your full leg is on display up to the top of your thigh as you check the knife in your holster until you look at Bucky, the unintelligible noise escaping his mouth catching your attention. His eyes dart away, and you straighten your dress and secure the rest of your weapons, both of you sneaking glances at each other until Sam walks in.

"Ready?"

"YES."

You and Bucky share another glance and quickly look away after answering in unison.

If Sam senses the tension in the air, he doesn't draw attention to it.

It's not until after the successful mission, with that metal hand holding your thigh and your hands fisted in the collar of that black jacket as Bucky holds you up against the wall, that you're able to give voice to your desires.

"Please - just fuck me already, Barnes."

"Tired of just fucking me with your eyes, doll?"

"Don't tease," you murmur, biting his lip and giggling at his hiss, "and don't pretend you haven't been doing the same."

He holds eye contact, pushing up your dress and you work to free him from his pants. "This is probably a bad idea."

His first touch to your bare core makes you whimper. "Feels like a good idea to me, Buck. We're just...very friendly coworkers."

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Upper Hand

Part 28 of Bucky's Game Nights - for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Lucky In Love - Day Twenty Eight - Upper Hand

No Warnings besides language, and heavy flirting, but my blogs are 18+ spaces always.

"Alright, children," Tony stood from the table, clapping his hands for silence. "Tonight we will play a real game."

"Uh oh," you sunk in your seat, glancing across the table at Bucky.

(Tony wouldn't let you sit next to Bucky at briefings any more.)

"That's right, card shark," Tony pointed at you, "it's poker time."

You took a deep breath and gathered your files. Poker made you insufferable. It was without a doubt the game you were the most competitive at.

Bucky's confused face was adorable.

He cornered you in the kitchen later as you poured a glass of wine, everyone else getting ready for the game in the next room. "What's the big deal with poker, doll?"

"Um," you took a big sip to stall. "It makes me a bitch."

He tried to keep from smiling, and you bit your lip to do the same. "What?"

"I'm a bitch when I play poker."

"If you mean that you get assertive, and competitive," he moved closer, caging you in against the counter, and spoke softly in your ear, "and mouthy -" he paused to quietly chuckle as a shiver ran through your body, "then I'll like watching you play poker. A lot."

"Jesus, Bucky," you breathed out with a shudder. "How am I supposed to concentrate on anything now?"

He didn't back up, and you looked into his eyes. His easy familiarity and increasingly comfortable displays of affection were definitely leading to something. Even though you were still determined to be patient and let him lead, you were going to be begging for him soon.

Maybe that was his plan.

"Having trouble concentrating, baby?" Bucky started to back away from you. "Good - it'll be easier for me to win, then."

Son of a bitch.

You purposefully sat across the table from him, your trembling fingers holding your cards before you found your center, and your ambition.

Wanda was the first one out, losing her pile of chips to Steve. Clint and Tony went hard on a big hand, with Tony decimating Clint's chip pile leaving him vulnerable for Steve to knock him out on the next hand. Play continued, with Bucky's eye sparkling at you across the table every time you argued or mouthed off, and you trying to stay on top of your game.

You were stealthy, chipping away at everyone's leads. You bluffed and strategized, and by the time everyone else had been knocked out and made their way to their rooms, and you and Bucky involved in a hand that had Tony all in, you were practically on fire for Bucky and doing everything you could to hide it.

You laid down your cards, claiming Tony's chips and knocking him out. Bucky smirked, glancing over his chip pile before looking up at you.

"Well, card shark, I think you've met your match," Tony stood up, and you couldn't stop a smile. He placed a pile of cash on the table, everyone's buy ins. "You two have fun battling it out, my bed is calling me."

Once the two of you were alone, you took a deep breath. "Do you want to count chips and see who's in the lead? Or play it through to the end?"

Bucky leaned back in his chair. "I want to go to bed."

The sentence felt heavy, and your mouth went dry so you took a big gulp of your wine. "Are you tired? Call it a tie then?"

The expression on his face was unreadable. He stared at you across the table, covered in cards and chips and cash, and you trembled again. "I'm not tired, baby."

You giggled, a little nervously, and he gave you that little grin. "Okay. So we're taking this cash and going to bed? What's mine is yours anyway."

You reached forward to gather the cash and his hand touched yours.

"I love how competitive you are. I love when you're teaching me a game you love and I love how pouty and bratty you get when you're losing. I love playing with you."

"Awful lot of love in that monologue, Sergeant Barnes."

"I love you."

You gasped, heartbeat pounding in your ears. "I'm completely in love with you."

His hand on yours tightened. "Let me take you to bed, doll."

"Thought you weren't tired?"

"Not to sleep."

To be continued tomorrow...

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Wealth

Part 30 of Bucky's Game Nights - for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Lucky In Love - Day 30 - Wealth

No Warnings but my blogs are 18+ spaces always.

You have no idea what time it is when you wake up the next morning, but the sun is bright and stretching across the bed, and it must have disturbed Bucky because he turns away from the window and nuzzles into your neck, pulling you against him.

Sighing and settling in closer to him, you absorb the peace and stillness of the moment before speaking.

"How did you sleep?"

His lips brush your shoulder. "I always sleep best with you."

You smile, drawing his arm closer around you. "Oh, so that's why you always end up here, hmm?"

"Yeah, you found out my secret."

Giggling, you pull the blanket up over both of you and open one eye to take a look at the time. 11:30 am - "I wish we could stay in bed all day."

"It's Saturday, we can do whatever we want," Bucky's kisses continue across your shoulder and up your neck, and you sigh happily before your eyes catch sight of all the money from the poker game next to the clock.

"Or...."

"Or?" Bucky questions when you don't continue, "you have a better idea?"

"Yeah, I do. Let's go shopping with all this money." You sit up, and Bucky's eyes watch you as you grab the cash and start counting it.

"I can see you plotting." Bucky lays back, linking his arms behind his head on the pillow.

"Maaaaaybe."

Bucky smiles up at you as you start lining up stacks of cash on his chest. "You gonna let me know what you're planning, or..."

"Let's go buy a bigger bed."

Bucky's eyes glimmer with amusement. "Not what I was expecting, but okay."

"And then when we come back from shopping," you gather the money and move it back to the nightstand, "you should get your stuff from your room and move it in here."

Now his eyes widen. "You sure about that?"

"I'm positive. I want you here. I want to be the reason you sleep well at night, and I want everyone to know."

Bucky pulls you down with a hand on your neck, and you kiss him gently. "Okay, baby. Let's go shopping."

"And all new bedding, and we'll pick it out together. Okay?"

"Anything you want."

"Anything WE want," you kiss him again. "Together."

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Stroke

Some outdoor fun!

Part 25 of Bucky's Game Nights - for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Lucky In Love - Day Twenty Five - Stroke

No Warnings but my blogs are 18+ spaces always.

"This isn't fair."

"What's not fair about it?"

"You're too good at this."

"Haven't we had a talk about being a sore loser, doll?"

"You're supposed to let me win!"

Bucky laughed a little, and you pouted at him. You watched him line up his shot, and the little golf ball zoomed in a straight line and sank into the cup.

"Damn it!" You slammed the head of your club down.

"Careful, don't leave divots," Bucky smirked, marking down his score.

"I can't leave divots in astroturf," you sassed before setting up a shot and missing, followed by another missed shot. "I hate this game. I'm not good at athletics."

"This is the furthest thing from being athletic," Bucky watched your third attempt and miss. "I could take you to the gym at home if you really wanted to have a bad time. At least here I can buy you ice cream."

"Mm, good point." You finally sank the ball and grumbled. "That was like eleven strokes. This is awful."

"It's not all bad," Bucky grabbed your hand on the wall over to the next hole. "We're out on a date, right?"

"True. And I will get ice cream eventually."

You stood back and admired his form as he swung for yet another hole in one. It was annoying...but he looked so good, though.

"Your turn, doll." That damn smirk again, it was doing things to you. Leaning up to kiss him before starting another disastrous run at the hole, you sighed.

"I guess this is what I deserve for taking a sniper to mini golf."

Bucky made you count every single stroke. By the end you were laughing as you marked your card - the insanity of your nearly triple digit score next to Bucky's perfect one.

"See, you made it to the end of the course," Bucky teased you a little as he handed in your clubs to the attendant, before pulling you in close. "Proud of you, baby."

Oh. The air shifted a little, and you held your breath, letting that word roll around in your brain. "That's new. I like it."

"Yeah?" His voice lowered and you nearly whimpered when his eyes drifted down to your lips.

"Yeah." The tension kept building as you took a step closer and Bucky put his hands on your waist, drawing you in - until an attendant dumped a bucket of golf balls into a bin making the loudest possible noise ever and you jumped and laughed at being startled.

Bucky looked a little disappointed at the interruption, taking your hand in his. "Let's get ice cream, and go home."

Baby. It hung in the air, unspoken, and you squeezed his hand. "Sounds perfect."

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Recognition

I've kind of lost the game theme but if you've been along for the ride I don't think you mind - I'll get back to it, I promise, remember, it's all part of the long game ❤️ Part 22 of Bucky's Game Nights - for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Lucky In Love - Day Twenty Two - Recognition

No Warnings except language, but my blogs are 18+ spaces always.

You wandered into the kitchen the next morning in search of coffee, already dressed for work, and stopped at the door when you saw everyone staring at you. Smirking.

"Can I at least get some coffee before you all grill me?"

Sam sauntered up with a mug for you. "It's a good morning but how good?"

"You're gross," you playfully shoved his shoulder and took a long fortifying gulp. "And it IS a good morning and we had a very nice dinner, and that's all I'm going to say."

Nat raised a perfect eyebrow. "We all saw the surveillance tape from your hallway."

"Shit."

The kitchen erupted in a mix of cheers, laughter and questions. You threw the coffee down your throat and attempted a quick escape. "Byeeee....."

"You have to at least tell us if he's a good kisser." Nat folded her arms and you sighed.

"As if there was any doubt? Yeah, he's an amazing kisser. Now, bye for real and no one tease him." You glare at Sam meaningfully before walking out.

"So cute, so protective of her boyfriend."

"Shut up Sam!"

You had a lot to catch up on after leaving your office early yesterday for the big date. Doing your best to concentrate, you tried to ignore the memories from last night but they were so present, pushing to the front of your brain and distracting you in the best way. Every time your mind drifted for a moment you could feel his hands on you, his lips on yours, his voice...

"Hey, doll."

"Oh!" You jolted in your chair, your file nearly falling off the desk. "Bucky! Hi!"

He stepped in, concern mixed with amusement in his expression. "Did I startle you?"

"No, I was just... I was just thinking about you."

Bucky Barnes looked pleased. So pleased that the feeling you had from looking at him was like slipping into a warm bath. "I was thinking about you, too."

"Yeah?" You stood and walked to the front of your desk, right in front of Bucky. "I'm glad you visited. I wasn't getting much accomplished anyway."

"I was distracted training with Steve this morning, too," his voice lowered and he took one step closer.

"I wonder if there's anything we can do to get focused." You're half-serious but mostly flirting, and the tension in the air is almost unbearable before exaggerated kissing noises begin filtering in through your ceiling tiles.

Bucky looks up, confusion printed on his face. "What the hell?"

You sigh. "Barton, get out of my ceiling."

Bucky waits a moment before speaking. "I didn't even hear him up there."

"Distracted." You wind your fingers with his. "You may have to put up with some extra teasing. I may have admitted to everyone this morning that you're an amazing kisser."

He's pleased again, and you're never going to get over being the reason. "That's a good thing to get recognition for, I'll take it," and he leans down to you and softly presses his lips to yours. You're sighing when he lifts his head. "How did they know we kissed?"

"They have the surveillance tape."

"Shit."