#holy fucking shit bucky you didn’t have to do man like that

[duckydemons]

hi so basically my friend got me into shipwrecked 64 today. and holy fucking shit is it good.. made me literally speechless multiple times (which, honestly, it’s usually hard to shock me effectively with ARGs, I’ve seen so much stuff at this point) and is just FULL of content I could go down, all equally uncomfortable in their own right..

my fav character is probably either in game bucky or stumbler..

anyway I made gifs of the part that really got me sitting there with my mouth to the floor.. [UNDER CUT TO AVOID SPOLIERS / GORE WARNING]

[buckyshoneybunny]

The White Wolf (Part 4) 

Wolf/Alpha!Bucky + Wildlifephotographer!curvy!reader    

W.C.- 1523 

Warnings- Smut, oral, P in V sex, slight spanking, squirting, knotting, breeding kink(?), unprotected (Don’t do that!) 18+ MDNI!  

A/N- Wow I meant to have this done a week ago. But like always shit went sideways. I got busy with work and then house sitting, I planned to write while house sitting but I didn’t have my ADHD meds the first few days and to say it fucked me up for the rest of the week is an understatement. I’m thinking one more chapter for these two, a closing scene on how they’ll spend the rest of their time together. I have other fic ideas I’m trying to work on, I’m so excited! Hope you like! As for the taglist, once I finish this if you want to be in a general taglist for all fics or just this one let me know please or you won’t be tagged in other fics unrelated to this series. Thanks for all the love!! Until next time my loves! (not proof read all mistakes mine)

Taglist-  @blackbirdwitch22 @lesleurs @nelachu2423 @shadowzena43 @calwitch @laughterafter @sebastians-love @purplecolordeer

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“You ready babydoll?”  

Without waiting for a response, he nuzzles his face into your panty clad core and groans. He sucks on your clit through the fabric. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he rumbles.  

You suck in a sharp breath, fingers tangling in his hair. “Bucky,” you moan. 

He pulls away just enough and long enough to rip your panties off and shoves his face into your bare pussy. 

He groans and starts to eat you out like a starved man. He laps at your clit before closing his lips around it and sucking, causing you to buck your hips up. He slings his metal arm over your hips to keep them pinned to the bed. He dips his tongue down to your entrance and buries his tongue as far inside as it can reach. He starts to fuck you with his tongue, you grip his hair harder causing him to groan into your pussy and send vibrations straight through your core.  

He moves back you to your clit, lightly teasing it with his teeth causing you to yelp at the mix of pain and pleasure. He brings his flesh hand and slowly inserts his pointer finger. 

“Holy shit, you’re tight,” he mumbles into your pussy. He grinds his leaking cock into the bed, smearing his precum all over the comforter and his abdomen.  

“Bucky, please fuck me,” you whine. 

“Not yet, babydoll. I gotta prep this lil pussy, stretch her out so she can take my fat cock.” 

He adds another finger and starts to fuck them in and out, curling them just right to catch your sweet spot.  

“Yes! Oh fuck, Bucky!” You moan as he repeatedly hits the spot you can never seem to reach on your own. 

He chuckles at your reaction, scissoring his fingers to help open you up before adding a third finger. His hips are still grinding into the bed, trying to find some relief.  

“Oh god Bucky, I’m gonna cum.” You moan and arch your back. He pulls his fingers out of you and his face away from your pussy. 

“No! Bucky, please!” You cry out.  

“Wanna feel you cum around my cock, babydoll. Don’t ya want that? To cum around your Alpha’s cock?” He strokes his cock, using his precum and your wetness from his fingers to lubricate his cock. 

You nod. “Yes Alpha, please,” you beg.  

“Don’t worry babydoll, you’ll get what you want baby.” He grabs you by the hips and flips you onto your hands and knees. He shoves your face into the pillow and presses a hand to the middle of your back to arch it more, making you present like real Omega would. 

He leans back and looks at you. “Fuck you look so good presenting for your Alpha.” 

His right hand comes down on your ass cheek, causing you to jerk and moan into the pillow. He roughly gropes your ass with both hands, the cold metal and hot flesh sending shivers down your spine. 

“Look at this juicy ass, shit. So fucking gorgeous,” he groans. He slaps your ass a few more times before reaching between your legs to flick your clit.  

“Ahh!” You yell. Your thighs are slick from how wet you are, you wouldn’t be surprised if it was dripping onto the bed. 

“Please Bucky!” You cry and shake your ass, hoping he gets the hint and fucks you. 

He gets situated behind you and positions his cock at your entrance. He slowly pushes in, it takes a couple of thrusts to reach the hilt but when he does, he sits still to let you adjust. 

He leans forward on his hands, pressing his chest to your back and his head to the back of your neck. 

He breathes in a shaky breath. “Holy fuck, you’re so god damned tight.” He groans, already losing his composure. 

You aren’t any better, the pain turning to pleasure, the stretch making you feel amazingly full.  

“Okay,” you pant and push back against him. “You can move now.” 

He drags himself up and grips your love handles. He slowly pulls out and slams his hips forward. You moan and grip the sheets.  

He sets a brutal pace, pounding into you from behind. Your jaw’s slack as you moan into his pillow, drool and tears soaking into the pillow.  

“Fucking hell,” he moans. “This pussy’s s’good, like you were made for me.” He has a tight grip on your hips, the blunt edge of his finger nails sure to leave a mark. Your moans and whimpers music to his ears. 

Your thighs start to shake. “I’m go-gonna c-um," you whimper and moan out. He pulls out, before you have a chance to mourn the loss he’s flipping you onto your back. He’s leaned back on his hunches, he sets your ass on his thighs, leaving your upper back on the bed, throws one of your legs over his shoulder and holds the other to his hip.  

He thrusts his cock back in at the same brutal pace as before, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, causing your back to arch. You dig your nails into his thighs. 

“Wanna see that gorgeous face when you cum,” he pants. He reaches down with the hand that isn’t holding your leg to his hip and rubs your clit.  

“You gonna cum for me? Gonna cum all over your Alphas cock?”  

You can hardly hear him let alone answer, climbing higher and higher. Your whole body trembles with pleasure you’ve never felt before. Sure, you’ve had sex before, but it’s never felt this good. A familiar yet unfamiliar feeling settles low in the pit of your stomach.  

“I can feel you, fuck, squeezing me. Go on, cum for me, cum all over my cock.” 

Your whole body seizes, eyes rolling back, mouth open on a silent scream. You squirt all over his cock, squeezing him so tight he’s almost forced out. Bucky honestly doesn’t know how he managed not to cum. He lets both of your legs fall to the bed as he drops to his forearms.  

“F-fuck! You squirted baby, s-shit. I fucked you that good, huh?” He’s panting, little groans and grunts slipping through here and there. You can’t hear what he’s saying, vision black and hearing fuzzy as pleasure rips through you, leaving you on the verge of blacking out.  

Bucky fucks you through it, now chasing his orgasm.  

“Fuck, Y/N, babydoll,’ he moans, fucking you even harder, if that’s even possible. His knot swelling up, catching the rim of your pussy.  

“Gonna cum f’you, g-onna k-knot you,” he stutters and feels you clench.  

“You like that huh? Y-you want my cum and knot?” You moan at his words. Arms and legs limply wrapping around him.  

“Yes, Alpha, want your knot, wan your pups,” you nibble on his ear as he sucks on your neck, right where your scent gland would be. 

His hips stutter. “F-fuck!” 

He steadies himself with his metal arm, using the other one to grasp the headboard for more leverage.  

“Yeah? You want my pups?’ He pants. “Want me to make you a mommy?” You moan and drag your nails down his back to grip his ass. He hisses, the pain turning to pleasure. 

“Fuck, you’d look s-so s-exy all swollen with my pups. Everyone would know who you belonged to; fuck I’d be so good to you. Wouldn’t even have to lift a finger, j-just sit there looking sexy with my pups, my pups.” The vision and his punishing thrusts are quickly sending you to another high you didn’t even know was possible. 

“Bucky, Alpha please!” You moan.  

“These gorgeous breasts would be so s-swollen and full of milk for our pups. I’d bet it taste so good, you’d let me taste that sweet nectar, you’d feed me right baby?” You cry out in pleasure as he sucks your nipples, imagining he was drinking milk from you. 

“I’m gonna cum, Y/N, fuck I’m gonna cum.” His hips stutter, three more thrusts and he moans loudly as he cums, his knot sealing him to you. His face scrunches up in pleasure and you take a mental image of how good he looks. 

His knot swelling and catching sends you into another smaller, but still just as good orgasm. He collapses against you, panting.  

You both lay there in post-orgasmic bliss. You’re both covered in sweat, his balls, thighs, and part of the bed sticky and wet from you squirting. You run your fingers through his hair, his body still trembling.  

Once he catches his breath, he rolls you both over, careful not to tug on the knot, and situates you on his chest. You snug close, yawning. You’re both too exhausted to move.  

A conversation about what’s to come will happen later, after another round of fucking, maybe over some food to replenish you both, but for right now you both settle for some much-needed sleep. 

“Sleep, babydoll, we’ll talk later,” he whispers into your hair. He kisses your forehead and rubs your back as you fall into a peaceful sleep, he follows not long after. 

[plussizefantasia]

Broken Together

BlackCat!reader x Bucky Barnes

Chapter 5/6 : <Prev/ Next>

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Talks of violence, suggestive language

A/N: okay so I fully planned to do a smut scene but then I chickened out because I've never written one before so.... sorry. ALSO: keep your eyes peeled for the kickoff post of my 300-follower (holy shit) celebration along with chapter 3 of the Fluttering Hearts series, both will be coming out before the end of the day!

You nod a solitary nod and reach for the door handle.

“I love you.”

 That stops you cold in your tracks.

“Don’t say that.”

“That’s not really the reaction I was looking for if I’m honest.”

“Well what did you want me to say James?”

“I don’t know, really anything but don’t say that. I tell you how I’m feeling and you know that I’m not good with that feeling shit and your reaction is to tell me not to say it?”

“Jesus Bucky, I can’t ever tell with you! Two minutes ago you were giving me the silent treatment and being all pissy and now you tell me you love me? What am I supposed to do with that?!”

“I- just… I spent the whole night worrying about you, you were back there in that room all alone with those bastards and I couldn’t get to you. I just had to listen through comms and hope and pray to whatever God there is that you come out the other side.”

“Bucky, I can take care of myself.”

“I know that, really I do. I have never ever doubted that you could handle yourself but that doesn’t make it any less terrifying when you go somewhere I can’t reach you. It’s bad enough I had to watch you hanging off that asshole all night. Watching him touch you in the way I’d wanted to all night.” Bucky’s hands tighten around the wheel. You watch as he swallows something caught in his throat.“I watched and stood there like an idiot while he held you close and made you laugh and did everything I’d been dreaming about. I couldn’t look away though, as much as I wanted to becuase even a glimpse of your smile is enough to make all that shit worth it. But then I hear you being threatened, I watch you walk away with the target and not even five minutes later he pulls a gun on you? It took everyhting in me not to run to you, not to burst in and protect you with all I have.”

“I don’t need your protection-”

“I know that! Goddamn it I know that! I know that your amazing, that’s the only thing that kept me from running in there, knowing how good you are. How good my girl is at her job, she doesn’t need me, but I really fucking wish she did.”

“You’re girl? I’m not your girl James I- you don’t even like me?” 

“What?! Why the hell do you think I don’t like you?”

You scoff, “You give me shit all the time. You call me Fury’s pet and you never fail to let everyone know just how much you don’t trust me.”

“I trust you, I trust you with my whole life, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” 

“You have a funny fuckign way of showing it.” You cross your arms over your chest, this whole night scratch that day has been a total fucking emotional rollercoaster, you almost died and now here you are. The man who you love to hate and hate to love is spouting all kinds of heartfult shit and you’re reeling, I mean… what are you supposed to say to that?!

Bucky takes your silence harshly, he tries to fill the space with as many words as he can. He knows that he’s not good at this shit. He isn’t James Barnes the ladies man from the forties anymore, he’s too broken for that. But he can tell your broken too, and maybe you can be broken together? 

“When I say that I love you, I mean it. I mean that I can’t stop thinking about you, when youre not next to me it’s like i can’t breathe. When I hear you laugh or see you smile my whole world lights up. God even when you’re yelling at me an throwing pillows and shit I can’t help but feel like a goddamn wire. I don’t know when I realized it was love, if it was months ago or minutes ago but I’m not taking it back. I don’t think I can ever take it back.” Bucky ends his rant with several big breaths. The whole time he was talking, his eyes never left the road, his hands never left the wheel. 

“James, I- God fuck. I’m not a good person. I don’t deserve good things. Anyone i’ve ever been close to has told me the same shit, i’m too broken to be good to anyone.”

“Yeah. You’re broken. You’re a smart-mouth little piece of shit who doesn’t lok after herself and can’t follow a sleep schedule for the life of her and I love you.” He finally looks into your eyes.

“I don’t need a perfect girl, I don’t want a perfect girl, someone to hang off my arm and laugh at my jokes and just stand there looking pretty? I’ve had that and it gets boring really fucking fast. But you? I could spend the rest of my life trying to figure you out and I really really want to.” 

“I’m not easy, and I don’t think I ever will be.”

“I like a challenge.”

“Well,-”

“Jesus, Stop trying to talk me out of this, I want you. I want you and all the messy shit that come’s with that.”

“I’m running out of reasons anyway.”

“What does that mean… for us I guess?” 

“It means that if you can get us back to the hotel within the next five minutes I’m gonna let you see the pretty little number I have on underneath this dress.”

Bucky slammed on the gas.

_____

It took the two of you four minutes to get to the hotel, the entire time people were honking at your car weaving through traffic. You’re really fucking surprised that the two of you didn’t get pulled over. 

Four minutes is a lot of time though, especially when your nervous as hell and have a penchant for self-sabatage. You don’t know how this is going to go. This is brand new territory for you and honestly your shitting bricks right now with how nervous you are.

It’s not like you’ve never been with anyone, but Bucky is the first guy that you’ll genuinely care what happens when it’s over. Most of the guys you’ve been with before have been the type to only want something physical from you, not that you were complaining, you had needs and they were willing to fuffil them. They just didn’t want to date you, and never once had any of them used the L-word. 

You’re still reeling from Bucky’s confession. You have no idea how long he’s felt this way but the more you think about it the more it makes sense. For as long as you’ve known the man he’s been difficult to read, he build walls as easily as you do and he uses them to block out 99.99% of people in his life. 

Now that you’re really thinking about it you’re astonished at how much he told you tonight. You guess having a gun pulled on the person you care about really makes you want to tell them everything you’d been holding back.

You’d be lying if you thought that there wasn’t something you also wanted to tell Bucky when you heard the safety click off. You don’t know if love is the right word, not yet but you do know that he means just about the world to you. The only person in your life who really seems to see you and understand what you’re thinking. You’ve always liked working with Barnes, it was easy, but now you think there might be something else to it. 

Bucky pulls into a parking spot right at the front of the building and within seconds he’s by your door opening it and offering you a hand to step out.

“Eager?”

“Very.”

He pulls you out of the car but doesn’t step back, he crowds you in every sense of the word. You see and smell and think nothing but him. This close you notice the little things that you hadn’t before, like the little piece of hair that keeps falling onto his forehead, escaping the gel holding the rest of his locks back. Or the way small scars he has, one above his eyebrow, a line to the right of his lip, a little triangle under his eyes. You could spend hours studying him, he doesn’t give you that long tough,

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, moving closer to your mouth. You don’t answer, just push yourself into him. You practically melt at the little groan that falls past his lips. 

His hands fall to your hips almost instintually, the grab ahold of you firmly not willing to let you move even an inch from his hold.

His mouth moves passionalty against yours, he takes his time really trying to get to feel you, to taste you. The pulls away only enough to get air into his lungs, resting his forehead agaisnt yours. God he could kiss you for a lifetime and even a bit longer than that.

“That was…” you start.

“Yeah.” The corners of his lips turn up into a genuine smile. You love his smile even if you don’t get to see it that often. 

“James?” 

“Yeah Kitty?” He giggles… this grown ass man giggles into you.

“Take me upstairs, these people don’t need a show.” You nod your head at the gathering of people outside, trying and failing to make it look like they weren’t just staring.

“Gladly.” 

[barnesafterglow]

sweet like honey

summary: you have a thing for bucky's height. he just might have a thing for all of you

pairing: neighbor!bucky barnes x fem!reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: modern au, smut (unprotected sex, pull out method, fingering), voyeurism but also not really?, size difference, bucky has BDE, bucky is BDE, bucky is also tall as a motherfucker, excessive use of the word honey, lesbian nat and wanda as always, fayth if you're reading this i'm sorry in advance

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It started as a joke at first. Bucky would pat you on the head as he passed you or comment on how cute and short you were. As if everyone wasn’t short compared to him. Even his roommate, Steve, had to raise his eyes just a hair to meet Bucky’s.

It started as a joke, but somewhere along the way it started to…do things to you.

The way he treated you like something delicate and precious. The way his huge hands touched you so casually. The way his hug completely engulfed you when he was drunk and a little more touchy.

You had moved into your apartment almost a year before, and immediately befriended the two girls - Natasha and Wanda - across the hall. They introduced you to Steve, in the apartment next to yours. They talked about Steve’s roommate, James, who was in Romania visiting his family. You were curious about him, because everyone talked so highly of him. And they were such amazing friends in such a short amount of time to you, you couldn’t imagine how James would be.

When he finally did come home, you didn’t even meet him again for almost a week because you just had opposite schedules.

But when you did… Holy shit.

He was the most gorgeous man you had ever seen. And no one had mentioned how fucking tall he was. You thought Steve was massive, probably 6’6” or so, and even he had to look up to James - or Bucky, as he immediately insisted you call him.

The five of them - you finally met Sam not long after you met Bucky, who lived in DC most of the time but stayed with Bucky and Steve when he had a few weeks off - welcomed you with open arms and became some of your best friends.

Which is why you kept your ever growing crush on Bucky pushed way, way down. You didn’t want to lose them and if anything went wrong - whether it be dating and breaking up or him just not being interested in you that way - you knew you would be the odd one out.

That all changed one day in the early fall. Nat and Wanda - who, you learned very quickly, were a couple - had taken a trip for their anniversary and Steve had gone to visit Sam. Bucky had volunteered to stay behind and make sure their cat, Alpine, was okay. He also said he didn’t want to leave you lonely, but you blushed and swatted him away.

You had just got off work and it had been a completely terrible day. The only thing that got you through was the promise of a movie night with Bucky. 

You wanted to go and see him immediately, but stopped by your apartment to change into something more comfortable first. By the time you were ready to head over, it was still a little earlier than you had originally planned, but you figured Bucky wouldn’t mind.

The door was unlocked, so you let yourself in, but Bucky wasn’t in the kitchen making popcorn like usual. You stopped for a moment and heard to shower running. You debated on whether or not to wait on the couch for him to get done or crawl into his bed and wait for him there. The comforting thought of his soft mattress and the scent of him encompassing you won out, and you were already curled up and ready to start the movie when you heard the shower stop.

You don’t really know what you had expected. You guessed you figured he would at least put underwear on before he came into his room, but you were very, very wrong.

When you looked up at the sound of his footsteps padding down the hall, you sat up to see him completely naked. You gasped and tried to avert your eyes, but ended up looking down and… wow.

Bucky wasn’t just tall. Didn’t just have big hands. He was big - absolutely massive - everywhere.

Panicked, you looked up again at his face to see he was utterly unphased. In fact, the corner of his mouth was turned up into his signature smirk, the kind you’d only seen when everyone went out to the bar together and he was trying to pick up someone to take home for the night.

“Like what you see?” You could feel the heat flood your face at his question, and you turned your head away from him. “Hey, honey. Just look at me.”

You refused, shaking your head, and you heard a shuffle from the other side of the room. Suddenly he was crouched in front of you, gently lifting your chin so your eyes met his. You thought it might be the end, your friendship was over and you would lose your favorite people in the world. But there was a reason you adored Bucky so much.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he said, trying to comfort you. “We can still watch a movie and forget this ever happened, if you want.”

Taking a deep breath, you nodded and let him rearrange you back into bed. You were thankful that he had already put on a pair of boxer briefs, and then put on a pair of sweatpants before sliding into the other side of the bed.

Trying to steer things back into a normal direction, you asked him what movie he wanted to watch. He thought for only a moment before answering.

“I’m in a nineties mood, how about Basic Instinct?” You nodded in agreement, just going with whatever he wanted and not thinking much about it.

He still wrapped his arm around you like he usually did, and everything felt normal.

At least until the scene with Sharon Stone came on - one of the most provocative scenes in film history. As it played out, you felt heat spread through your core, and squeezed your thighs together in hopes that you could stave it off. 

Of course, Bucky immediately noticed something was off.

“Are you okay, honey?” What was with the nicknames tonight? They were an everyone once in a while thing usually, but tonight he was showering you with them. You were too busy trying to calm your swirling thoughts to notice the knowing tone in his voice. “Is something wrong with the movie?”

“N-no. Just forgot how graphic it was.”

“Is that an issue?” Now you heard that cocky tone, and you had no idea what it meant for you - or your relationship with Bucky.

“Of course not, I just -” You stopped, not entirely sure where you were headed with your sentence.

“It was just getting you wet, ain’t that right, honey?” His hand moved slowly down your body, giving you a chance to stop him if you wanted.

You thought about it, but you wanted to see where this would lead you. 

His hand slipped under the waistband of your shorts, and was met with your soaked core.

“Not wearing any panties? No wonder I could smell you.”

You whimpered at his words, at the thought of him knowing this whole time how affected you were. 

He slid his middle finger through your folds, collecting some of the wetness, and pulled his hands from your shorts. You wanted to protest, ask him why he was no longer touching you, then he stuck his finger in his mouth, tasting your juices.

“Sweet like honey. Just like I thought you’d be.” He didn’t give you a chance to answer before his fingers crept towards your waistband. This time, though, he didn’t move under them. He stopped, looking directly into your eyes. “Please tell me you want this as much as I do.”

“I want you,” you whispered, and that was all he needed.

Suddenly, Bucky was on top of you and his weight pushing you into the mattress was just as amazing as you had imagined it, late at night with your hand between your thighs.

Which is where Bucky’s were now, slipping down to pull your shorts off. He settled between your thighs, spreading them wide, and skated his hand back up your body, purposely avoiding the one place you needed him most, and instead slipped under your t-shirt to pull that off too.

You tugged at his sweatpants, wanting him to be as bare as you were, and he happily let you. Once his sweats were off his legs, you tried to reach your hand between them, but Bucky lightly slapped it away.

“Buck,” you whined, high and needy, and he looked down at you, eyes boring into your own. “C’mon.”

“Need to get you ready for me, honey.”

And the rough timber of his voice could have made you come right then. It did make you clench your thighs together again, trapping his hand there.

“I know you’re desperate for it. But you’re gonna thank me, I promise.” With that, he slipped one finger into you.

It slid in easily, more than wet enough for him, but even that one finger on that huge hand of his stretch you open just a bit. You threw your head back in pleasure, and when he added a second finger you turned your head to the side, moaning into the pillow.

He pulled his fingers out, slapping the inside of your thigh and leaving a streak of you there.

“I want to hear all those pretty sounds you make. Hearing ‘em through the wall ain’t enough anymore.”

You stared at him, wide eyed, and he just chuckled before sliding his fingers back into you - three this time. And even with just three fingers, it was the most stretched out you had ever been.

If you weren’t so needy for him, you might’ve been scared of just how big you knew he would be.

“Bucky, please. I’m ready for you.”

“If you say so, honey.”

He spread your legs even wider, somehow, and you finally got a close look at him. 

It was beautiful, tip red and leaking, and bigger than you could have ever imagined. This time, he let you reach out to touch him, and your hands barely wrapped around the girth of him - middle finger and thumb hardly grazing each other as you tried to slide your hand up and down.

His hand came down to replace yours, and he tapped his length against your stomach, showing you just how far he would fuck into you. Tip going just beyond your belly button, you clenched around nothing at the thought of it. 

You lifted your hips, trying to tell him with your body that you were more than ready.

Bucky pushed down your hips - one hand spanning nearly the entire width of your abdomen, and slid his cock through your folds to get it slicked up.

His tip teased at your entrance, and just before he slid into, he looked into your eyes.

“You’re sure?”

You nodded, grabbing the hand that was on your hip and intertwining your fingers, squeezing tight.

With that, he pushed into you, little by little, and your moans were so loud you were certain the entire apartment complex could hear you.

“That’s it, honey,” he said as he finally bottomed out. “Take all of my cock.”

You clenched around him, squeezing him even tighter, and when you came from just his first thrust, you knew every other man would be ruined for you.

Every thrust after was like a punch to the gut. You whined, trying not to pass out at the intense feelings he pulled from your body. He bent down, kissing you much too sweetly for the way he was fucking you, and you realized it was your first kiss of the night.

You always thought romance books were bullshit when they talked about sparks flying, but you knew now that they were right. Bucky’s kiss consumed you, setting fireworks off that made you dizzy; made you see stars and planets and the rest of the universe. You knew from the look on his face as he pulled away that he felt it too.

What really did you in, though, was when he pushed down on your stomach, right at the spot where his tip caressed you inside. The feeling pulled another orgasm from you, and the tightness of your walls around him pushed him over the edge too. He pulled out, coming in large streaks over your stomach and tits.

The warm feeling made you moan again, and he swallowed it down with a deep kiss.

“Are you okay?” he asked against your lips.

“I’m gonna have trouble walking tomorrow, that’s for sure.”

He let out a loud laugh, kissing your nose and rolling over to set you on top of him, paying no mind to the mess between your bodies.

“Gotta make sure I really do a number on you, then,” he said, pulling you down for another kiss.

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[wintersoldiersoul]

A/N: here’s something short because I was bored and work and wrote this and wanted to get something up for you guys ❤️

TW: depression, eating disorder, weight loss

Your eyes didn’t stray from the tv when the door opened. You sat staring ahead like a zombie, a shell of the vibrant girl you once were.

Bucky paused, watching you from afar. He was no stranger to your depression. He had held you through so many bad days and nights, watched over you to make sure you took your meds, driven you to therapy. But this was different. He had never seen you like this. So catatonic. So numb for so many days on end.

He was terrified. He could tell that you had lost weight when he saw the way your collarbones were sharpened beneath your skin. But he didn’t know just how bad it truly was.

It had started a few weeks ago when one bad day turned into two and three and four. The worst part was that you weren’t talking to him like you usually would. You weren’t telling him about the pain. You didn’t cry in his arms. You were just numb.

“Baby?” His voice was quiet as to not startle you.

“Hm?” Your eyes still didn’t leave the tv. You weren’t even really watching it, just using the screen as a focal point for your tired eyes.

Bucky sat down next to you and put an arm on your shoulder. He was so desperate to reach out and hold you but you wouldn’t let him. The most you would allow was a hand on your shoulder or for him to lock his fingers with yours. “Please,” he pleaded. “Just let me hold you. Let me be there for you. Talk to me.” His voice was dripping with desperation.

You looked up at him, making true eye contact for the first time in what felt like a lifetime. All at once it was like you couldn’t take it anymore. Truly looking into the blues of his eyes broke you. A sob left your body as you let your exhausted frame fall into him.

His arms immediately wrapped around you, pulling your body as close as possible. “Holy shit,” he gasped as he felt you. You were so small. So much smaller than he remembered. He could feel your ribs through the thin t-shirt that you had on. Your wrists felt so delicate, like if he held your hand too tight, they would break. “Oh, my love,” he whispered, trying to desperately keep his composure. “What happened?” He whispered.

“I-i just…” you gasped for air, trying to control your sobs so that you could speak. “I don’t know how it got this bad.”

“Can you take some deep breaths for me?” He rubbed your arms up and down reassuringly. “Breathe with me, okay?” He took deep breaths and you tried your hardest to match them. “Honey…” he said, after you had steadied your breathing. “You’re so skinny.”

You sniffled and looked away, feeling ashamed. You hadn’t stopped eating on purpose. The depression caused you to lose your appetite and eventually you had gotten used to running on basically no food. You didn’t necessarily do it to be thin, but more so to have just one thing that you could control.

“I didn’t mean for it to get this bad.” The words came out so quiet. “I just wanted to have control over one thing. Everything else just feels so chaotic and hectic and I just needed something.”

It was as if Bucky could physically feel his heart breaking at your words. You were his angel and seeing you in this much pain hurt him beyond belief. The man had been tortured for decades, thrown from fight to fight against his will and still, he swore he’d never been in as much pain as he was seeing you like this.

“Baby girl, I feel like i’m gonna break you if I touch you. Please eat something. Please.”

You stared down at your hands, playing with a thread on your sweatshirt.

“Please,” he begged again. He had never sounded so desperate in his entire life. “It can be something small but I’m so fucking worried about you right now. It’s like you’re disappearing right in front of me.”

You looked into his eyes once again. “Something small,” you practically whispered.

“Thank you,” he said, kissing you on the forehead. “Thank you.”

[suzukiblu]

excerpt from the one where Steve lies about soulmates and the Winter Soldier does not:

“Somehow it never occurred to me to ask you how Rogers and the old man got along,” Tony Stark says, tilting his head. “You actually remember that? Like, how they talked and everything?” 

“‘Course I do,” the asset says. “They got me to watch the door for them enough times, I damn well know how they talked.” 

“You . . . heard that?” Rogers asks, looking alarmed. 

“I heard every damn thing you said,” the asset snorts, pointing at its ear. “Super-soldier, remember? Couldn’t have missed a word.” 

“Bucky, uh . . .” Rogers swallows, and doesn’t look at Tony Stark. “That’s not . . . you remember why you were watching the door, right?” 

“Yeah,” the asset says, because it does. 

“Okay,” Rogers says, very carefully. “So you remember why . . . you remember why we shouldn’t talk about those conversations, then, right?” 

“. . . we shouldn’t?” The asset frowns, not understanding. 

“No,” Rogers says. “We–definitely shouldn’t. So let’s just . . . not, please.” 

“Holy shit, those must’ve been some fucked-up conversations,” Tony Stark says, his eyebrows raising. “Considering I have literally never heard you shut down your precious little Twin Pop before.” 

“Just–not now, Tony, please,” Rogers says through gritted teeth, not taking his eyes off the asset. “You understand, Bucky, right? Just–please. Don’t.” 

“Is this because I killed him?” the asset assumes, and Rogers’s face goes even tighter. 

“No,” he says. “I–we know that wasn’t you.” 

“It was, technically,” Tony Stark mutters. 

“Tony," Rogers hisses. 

“It was, technically,” the asset agrees. It knows that Rogers tries not to think about that fact, but . . . “He recognized me. I didn’t recognize him.” 

“You wouldn’t have,” Rogers says, his voice going tight too. 

“I recognized you,” the asset reminds him. 

“That was–different,” Rogers says. “I mean . . . of course that was different.” 

“Yeah, yeah, soulmate crap, whatever,” Tony Stark says, looking exasperated. “Very romantic, we’re all real impressed, congratulations on your century-spanning romance.” 

Rogers tenses. The asset . . . frowns.  

“What?” it says. 

“Jesus,” Tony Stark says. “Have you two still not had that conversation?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the asset says, still frowning. 

“Cap, oh my God, tell the guy already,” Tony Stark says, shooting Rogers an annoyed look. “Everybody else on the planet knows, for fuck’s sake, someone’s gonna hit him with the clue by four sooner or later.” 

“Stop talking, Tony,” Rogers says, his jaw clenched. 

“What’s he talking about?” the asset asks, just a little suspicious. 

“I thought–you were dead,” Rogers says, half-raising his hands in a position of surrender. “I thought you were dead. And I knew you wouldn’t . . . I knew you wouldn’t have minded, if you’d known.” 

“What did you do?” the asset asks, narrowing its eyes. 

“I told the twenty-first century we were soulmates,” Rogers mutters with a grimace. 

[shower-phantom-ideas]

Bruh yall fam I love Danny Phantom crossovers

Like hes so easy to plop in other universes

The idea hes in Miraculous Ladybug and gets akumatized and just talks to hawkmoth. Dudes stuck with this 14-16year old kid cause the bug wont/can’t get out. Kid please im trying to work stfu. Ok yes yes my fault for trying to use you in my evil plot hut it’s 4 am and I have a big meeting in the morning. Kinda shit. That or Ladybug thinks hes an akuma when hes Phantom snd doesn’t trust shit he has to say.

Mcu? Hawkeye getting another kid. Ironman finding out parenting is easy wtf is wrong with people. Captain America finding out parenting is hard someone help him. Bucky just chillin. Thor throwin hands. Loki 🤝 Danny

Fnaf? Dudes a dope security guard and befriends all the animatronics. Or hes just a dead kid haunting the place who befriends the DCA. Who probably don’t like him at first cause hes a dirty rule breaker. But a kids a kid man.

Saiki K? Do yall think Danny could clock Saiki? 20$ says Danny head empty so Saiki thinks hes either like him or like Nenduo and avoids him either way.

RWBY? Ozpin son and defence squad. Too easy next.

Soul Eater? Hell yes fuck yes. Bruh don’t need no one and is topping the charts as worst student ever cause he aint collecting one soul. Helping those fuckers move on. Oh now hes expelled. Well you can’t expels him sir hes walking out. Next new villain cause hes saving those souls you sick fucks. Oh yea these are bad people? Well doesn’t mean they should be used to give you a fucking one up. His own soul has been used to power a country and that shit sucked. No one deserves to have their own being used like that. Wtf (souls arent the same here danny smh you are starving some poor kids probably idk I have t seen the show in ages)

Honestly idk how I would put him in SAO? He would just win?

Psych? Yea hes called in a tip and everyone is sus about him like with how they are about Shawn. So fuck it. Plays it up. Holy shit a ghost! Shawn is going thru it in here cause ghosts arent real right? Gus probably making Shawn take a break from cases cause hes clearly lacking sleep. Though didn’t Gus believe in ghosts??? Lassiter actually ends up liking the kid. Pranking Shawn is just a bonus. Karen knows.

Doctor who? Again too easy next.

DC? Adopt him adopt him adopt him adopt him. No matter which dc character is it they gonna adopt. Unless it’s Joker cause he dies on sight.

MHA? Bruh still getting adopted by someone.

Why is Danny so adoptable???

Put that fucker in warrior cats and bluestar is gonna come fukin running

[imyourbratzdoll]

Please tell me it's not just me listening to this and imagining a mob!bucky scenario-

HOLY FUCKING SHIT I'M ON MY KNEES FOR THIS MAN ALREADY AAAAAAA

I loved the song! I hope you like this!

summary - bucky is afraid of commitment, but you seemed to slither through the cracks

warning - angst

the gif I use isn't mine, dividers by @firefly-graphics and @newlips

Bucky gulped, watching you dance around the kitchen as you prepared breakfast. He could feel himself falling for you, but he didn’t want to fall for you. He couldn’t wait for love to destroy you, but he didn’t want to ask for his heart back. Bucky didn’t want to make you cry. You’re a doll. You are flawless. 

You turned around and smiled, and he could feel his heart nearly pounding out of his chest at how beautiful you looked. “I was thinking of going shopping after breakfast. Would you like to join me?” You pour coffee into his awaiting mug, and Bucky stares up at you.

He clears his throat, “maybe not today. I have some work to do.” He felt his heart squeeze in his chest at the slight sadness that appeared in your eyes before it disappeared and was replaced by a smile. You nod and return to the food, preparing it as he watches you. Bucky couldn’t let himself get too close to you. What if you took his heart and crushed it?

You nearly broke Bucky’s heart today, not because you left but because of what you said. He was sitting in his office, desperately trying to work, but the sound of your soft voice filling the house distracted him. He looked up when you walked in, your eyes wide full of so much loneliness and sadness. 

You slowly walked closer to him, placing a coffee on his desk. His bright baby blues stare up at you, falling in love all over again. You’re a doll. You are flawless. He felt his heart squeeze when you spoke. “You’d better not leave me.” He knew he couldn’t ask for his heart back because it was rightfully yours.

Bucky gulped and offered you a tight smile.

Bucky knew he was in too deep, and he fell hard. Today one of his enemies found you. Bucky felt horrible. He felt sick. You had asked him to go shopping with you today, buy some Christmas presents for the ones you love, but he felt stupid, he told you not today, that he had work to do.

You’re a doll. You are flawless, even with your blood-painted face and the spots of bruises on your body. When Bucky found out you were taken, he raised hell and brought it to the city. Making sure no one would rest until you were found. He walked into the room you were held in, covered in other men’s blood. He felt broken, and Bucky held you so tight that night that he even shed a few tears.

And you whispered to him. 

“You’re enough for me. I’m in love with you.

The words lingered in his mind, ‘She’s enough for me. She’s in love with me.'

Oh, that night, he let his walls down. He pressed his dried lips on your forehead before he whispered back to you. “You’re my doll, and you are flawless.”

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Maneater (Chapter 4)

pairing ➩ Ex!Bucky Barnes x Promiscuous!Reader (College AU)

series warnings ➩ drinking, asshole!Bucky, enemies to lovers, exes to lovers, love triangle, smut, slut shaming, cursing

chapter warnings ➩ drinking, cursing, slut shaming, smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk

synopsis ➩ Y/n fucks up, again.

word count ➩ 1.9k

a/n ➩ this is the first time I have ever written smut

How could he not have told you that he was a virgin? Oh my god, you just fucked a virgin. It was his first time and you wouldn’t have been so rough if you would have known. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. “Y/n?” Steve interrupts your breakdown.

“I have to go.” He doesn’t stop you as you get dressed and practically run out of his apartment. When you get outside, you almost vomit. How could he do that to you?

After going on a fifteen minute walk heading in no particular direction, you spot your escape, Thor’s frat. You make your way inside, smiling as you hear the comforting sound of horrible pop music and drunken shenanigans. A few minutes and five shots later, you spot Thor and wave him over. He stops talking to his friend and makes his way to you. With very minimal thinking, you grab his neck and push your tongue into his mouth. He gladly reciprocates, and for a single uninterrupted minute, you forget about everything. It’s pure bliss, that is until you hear a familiar voice, Bucky, and feel as he drags you down the frat’s hallway.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, James?” You ask, poison laced in your tone. Maybe kissing Thor wasn’t the best way to deal with your uncomfortable emotions, but it was helping goddamnit. He leads you to an empty room, and makes quick work of closing and locking the door.

“No, what the fuck do you think you’re doing, Y/n? You are just so frustrating. You can’t just run away and sabotage something because you’re bored or scared or whatever.”

“He didn’t tell me he was a virgin. He waited until after the sex to tell me that very vital piece of information. I’m freaking the fuck out.”

“God, so you found the best guy on campus and couldn’t handle that he waited for someone he really liked. And for some odd reason it’s you, so you make a scene, doing what you always do.”

“And what’s that, James?”

“You go and whore yourself out.” You gasp out of pure shock. Unfortunately, the degradation goes straight to your core. You sick fuck. Why must the most fucked up insults make you horny? Whatever, you’re still furious.

“Says the biggest whore of them all, are you forgetting what you did to me?”

“Oh boohoo, poor Y/n, still heartbroken after two years of drinking and fucking everyone.” This man has got a real big ego. All you want to do right now is crush it. You want to crush him.

“Oh you really think I have feelings for you. You’re truly self-obsessed, holy shit.”

“No, sweetie, I just know things. I know that you don’t deserve Steve, you are a piece of trash that everybody is fucking tired of.” He starts walking towards you, and he doesn’t stop until your back hits the locked door. His hands rest on the piece of wood, on either side of your head. Are you really getting off on this? “People like us, we deserve the worst. At least I know that though, you’re out here thinking you’re worth something. You’re just a…” You cut him off by putting your lips on his. It takes a couple seconds before he starts to kiss you back. Once he gets going though, he is as rough with his mouth as he was with his words. Without even a simple warning, he sticks his tongue down your throat. After another brief period of bliss, he removes himself from your mouth and pushes up the hem of your dress, revealing your lacy thong. You let out a whimper as he moves his head down to your neck, sucking bruises into your soft skin. 

“Fuck, what are you, 15? Steve’s gonna see these.” 

“Are you really thinking about him, right now.” He asks possessively. “Whatever, let Steve know the real you. The pathetic slut that everyone, except him, sees. I’ll make sure he notices how you walk all funny, make sure he knows someone fucked you better than he ever could. Because whores like you are never satisfied with what the nice guy has to offer. No, you need to be ruined to feel good.” You don’t even bother talking back, knowing the more you fight, the longer it will take to get him inside you. And right now, you need him. “You want me to fuck you nice and hard?” He asks, anxiously waiting for your consent.

“Yes, Bucky.” As soon as you say it, he hooks his arms around your thighs and lifts you up. You finally reconnected your lips in a passionate fight for control. He wins of course, but you gave it a shot. He moves backwards toward the bed, never disengaging from your swollen lips. When his knees hit the frame, he sits down with you straddling him. His hands land on your hips, grinding you against his clothed erection. He grasps your dress once more, pulling it all the way over your head this time.

“Fuck, forgot about these perfect tits of yours.” You’re a moaning mess as he leans down to suck more hickeys, this time on your chest. “You remember who you belong to, baby?” You don’t plan on playing his game, but he forces out a ‘you , only you’  when he slaps your thigh harshly. “That’s right sweetheart, you can go out and hook up with any random douchebag, but you will always be my perfect little slut.” You are soaked from his filthy words. Finally, he takes his shirt off and allows you to caress his muscles that you missed so dearly. He rips your panties apart forcefully, and lifts you up to turn around and toss you on your back. His hands pull you forward until you’re right at the edge of the bed. You almost die seeing him get on his knees for you. He pushes two fingers inside your starving cunt. You moan loudly as he sets a brutal pace, brushing your g-spot with ease every single time he enters you.

“Fuck you’re dripping. What a fucking whore. Getting this wet from me calling you all sorts of nasty names.” He states, almost impressed with himself for getting you ready so fast. “You’re going to be a good girl and cum on my tongue.” With that, he licks your clit. His mouth brings you to heaven, just like how it used to. He’s giving you the best head of your life, but you’re so needy all you can think about is his cock. 

“Buck, wan’ you inside me,” You whine. He sucks on your clit one last time before he disconnects his tongue and fingers. He stares directly into your eyes as he puts his digits in his mouth and sucks off all of your juices. He looks like an Adonis as he stands above you. In a matter of seconds his joggers and boxers are off, and you’re flipped onto your hands and knees. 

He slides his length along your slit. “I told you to cum on my tongue, didn’t I?” He slaps his hand across your ass. You cry out, mumbling incoherently, waiting to get spanked, used, or anything Bucky wants, because right now, in this moment, you are truly his. Finally, he enters your tight heat. You don’t even realize you’re crying because your pussy is filled to the brim. Once you adjust to his length, the man behind you shows no mercy, pushing in and out of you like his life depends on it. You’re screaming from the penetration, so Bucky grabs your throat. “You don’t want the party to hear your pathetic cries, do you?” You tighten around him. “Oh my god, you do. You want everyone to know you belong to me, that this sweet cunt is getting ruined by the guy you hate, don’t ya?” 

“Please, can I cum?” You’re sobbing and so weak you fall to your elbows.

“Yes, sweetheart, go all dumb on my dick.” You let yourself release, the intensity of your orgasm is like nothing you have ever felt before. “That’s right baby, yep, cum on my cock.” He keeps fucking you, the overstimulation delicious and brutal at the same time. “I’m gonna fuck you brainless.” You cry out and turn onto your back when he pulls out. Quickly, you find yourself in the same position as you were with Steve, just half an hour ago. Except this time you’re not in control, Bucky is ruthlessly rutting his hips into yours from below. Your hands find purchase on his chest. 

“Are you gonna let me fill you up?” All you can manage is a pathetic ‘yes’ , he grunts at your response. “Alright doll, I’m so close.” 

“Cum f’me Bucky.” You push him over the edge, and he paints your walls white. You can’t even pull him out of you before you collapse on top of him, heavy breathing apparent as tears start to fill your eyes once again. 

“It’s okay doll, I’m right here.” He holds you tight, not daring to let go and leave you again.

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What the fuck did you just do? Your breathing heavy beside the man who took your virginity all those years ago. Suddenly, you feel very sober. “This was a mistake.”

“Want me to walk you home?” 

“Umm, sure.” After a few minutes, the two of you are dressed and ready to go on the most awkward trek that either of you would ever experience. You two walk in complete silence, hoping that saying nothing will say everything to the other. Hoping the quiet will tell the other that this was a one time thing, and it will never ever happen again. You need to clear some things up though.

“Y’know, I don’t think I deserve Steve either, but he likes me. Im not going to keep fucking myself over. I may not be perfect, I may step on a few toes, but at least I try. I’m a decent person, you’re just an asshole. You really got what you deserved with Natasha.” He stays silent. 

After an agonizing five minutes, you finally find yourselves at home. Without a single word, you walk into Steve’s room. 

“Y/n, I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, I really fucked up. Can you please give me another chance?”

“It’s okay, Steve. I overreacted. Just the idea of ruining your first time was something I couldn’t deal with at first.”

“Just so you know, I will never regret what we did. I really like you,” he lowers his voice, “And I really like having sex with you.” You couldn’t be more relieved. Knowing how he feels was exactly what you needed. 

“Steve I have to tell you something.” You are prepared to give him the news of your shameful night with his best friend, but you can’t bring yourself to say it, because you know it will break his heart. “I really like you too.” He envelopes you in his arms, bringing warmth to what has recently felt like a cold, dead heart. You pull back slightly, getting on your tip-toes to give him a peck. You figure the guilt will slowly fade, and you allow yourself to lay beside the man you just withheld the truth from.

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2 - broken bones and broken hearts

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A/N: Wuhu the second chapter of our story @jamneuromain !😌

Series summary; There was only one rule between best friends. Don’t have sex. But what happens when you break it anyway?

Chapter summary: The morning after. It can’t be that bad, right?

Pairing: Boxer Steve Rogers x reader

The first thing Steve noticed while waking up was the awful headache. He should’ve drink so much. Why did he even do it? Yes, he won the title but he never drank this much. Especially not tequila. It always made him do stupid things…the last time he drank tequila he-he shuddered at the memories. Or more at the stories his friends had told him.

A warm body laid close to his chest. Steve wasn’t even surprised that he had left the bar with a woman. Gently caressing her side Steve thought for a moment. The bar, the touching, the-oh god.

Oh god.

He wasn’t sleeping in just some woman’s bed.

Opening his eyes in shock he looked at the back of your head, slowly letting go of your sleeping form. He didn’t need to look under the covers to know what had happened-but he did it anyway, maybe you two hadn’t actually slept together you just…cuddled…or something. But even he doubts that. He could already feel he was naked and so were you.

As expected when Steve lifted the blanket you were both naked.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fucking fuck.

Slowly sliding away from you he felt his breath hitch when you stirred in your sleep, mumbling something in your sleep. He’d love to just stay there. Lay next to you and wait till you’d wake up-but he wasn’t allowed to do that. He wasn’t your boyfriend. He was just…what exactly was he? A hook up? Is that all you wanted?

He felt his throat tighten. His heart probably skipped a beat. Maybe more.

Maybe it just stopped completely. It sure felt like that…or like it was breaking. Would you really throw the whole friendship away just because of needing someone to sleep with? And the kiss during the game? Did it even matter to you?

Feeling tears fill his eyes he quickly stood up, looking for his phone.

Or his clothes.

Wtf.

Where did he leave his clothes? Or his phone?

Leaving the bedroom his gaze fell to the clothes on the floor, couch and even under the console table. “Fuck”, he mumbled under his breath, finally finding his boxershorts and putting them on. He grabbed his jeans and walked to the bathroom, where he knew you wouldn’t be able to hear him-or at least not loud enough to wake you up.

He felt helpless.

And totally stupid.

“Buck, I messed up”, were his first words when he heard Bucky pick up the phone, the only person he could think could help him now. >Good morning to you, too<, grumbled the clearly just woken up man.

“It’s no time for that-Buck, please. I mean it. I messed up-like, really badly”, he whined, rubbing his hand over his face, sighing. If he had to be honest with himself he didn’t know if he should be calling Bucky. What if he was overreacting? Maybe he just should’ve waited for you to wake up first. >What did you do Steve? Is it because of yesterday? We all noticed you two were a bit more touchy than usual.< Bucky had definitely a smirk on his face.

Steve sighed. “We slept together.” That’s all he said.

There was silence for a moment, only some rustling of the blankets on the other side. He imagined Bucky sitting up, probably processing everything. >Pal, that’s great. Come on, you deserve to be together after all that pining-It should’ve happened a lifetime ago-< “-No Buck you don’t get it…” He sat down on the closed lid of the toilet, frustrated. >Do you regret it?<

“no…I mean yes-but it was a mistake. It shouldn’t have happened like that. We were drunk. It shouldn’t happen drunk…especially not our first time together”, he stood up, looking at his reflection in the mirror. Holy shit.

His face turns what he’d call an ungodly shade of red. Not only his face, the blush rose along his chest to the tip of his ears. His gaze fell to the many hickeys and scratches along his chest, stomach, shoulders-after turning around also his back. Fuck.

This looked bad. Well, not really…bad…but…

He actually liked it. Some primitive part of his brain was very pleased. You marked him as yours. You made sure everyone would know he belonged to you…only…he didn’t.

It was probably just a one time thing. It probably didn’t mean anything to you.

>Steve just…just talk to her. I’m pretty sure it’ll all work out. You two are a great match<, said the man on the other side of the line, yawning. Steve hear another voice in the background, not being able to tell who it belonged to. >stevie, go get your girl and talk to her< Steve opened his mouth to answer but Bucky beat him to it. >and don’t say anything stupid. Just be honest and don’t make it complicated. You are a people pleaser and always try to say what they want to hear-you just need to tell her the truth. That you love her<

The blond sighed. Bucky was right.

“Thanks, I’m maybe…overreacting.”

They talked for a few minutes, before Steve finally decided to leave the bathroom wanting to check if you were still sleeping. If that would be the case, maybe he could make you some breakfast? That was a good idea.

But you weren’t in your bed anymore. Instead you were picking up the rest of your and Steve’s clothes from the living room.

Steve smiled slightly nervously. “Good morning”, he said slightly breathless, especially after seeing the hickeys decorating your skin, especially your neck. Your head whipped so quickly to him, he feared you hurt yourself. “Oh-Steve, yeah Hi”, you mumbled, feeling your blood rush to your cheeks, while you tried to look away from him. He was wearing his jeans. Only his jeans.

His muscular chest was on full display, beautiful as always. The hickeys you had left behind made him look even better. You wished you could just admire your work. But you couldn't. He wasn’t yours to admire, to love…

There was silence for a moment.

“Steve-“ “I think-” You talked at the same time both looking up for a moment. “You first”, you mumbled not wanting to embarrass yourself confessing your feelings while he probably just wants to tell you it was a mistake. Because that’s what he thought. You heard it.

He bit his bottom lip. “About yesterday…I think-I mean-we were drunk”, he started, not really sure how to actually start this conversation. How could he know what to say? Was he supposed to tell you he loved you?

But this was such bad timing.

All of this happened so…unplanned.

Maybe you regretted it actually and he’d make a fool out of himself confessing his feelings.

He watched your face for a moment, trying to find anything in your expression that would give away how you felt about this whole situation. You seemed nervous. Really, really nervous. Unsure. You were unsure. God, you definitely regretted it. Of course you regretted it. He was just your best friend-you weren’t supposed to sleep together. He felt stupid. How could he even hope you’d love him?

He didn’t want to lose you as a friend. He couldn’t destroy this beautiful friendship-even though it would probably be hard for the next few days or weeks.

Steve didn’t know what to say.

So he said the worst thing possible.

"I'm sorry we slept together, but you're cool with it right? It doesn’t need to make anything weird”, he tried to say hurriedly. He swallowed, feeling his throat tighten. God, he suddenly felt so thirsty. His mouth felt dry. “I mean... it doesn't have to mean anything. If that’s what you’d prefer-“, Steve rambled.

You didn’t listen to anything else he was saying, just shaking your head lightly and putting on a fake smile. “It’s okay Steve. Let’s just-not talk about it. Like you said, it was the alcohol.”

You both knew you two hadn’t been too drunk to regret yesterday's decisions.

And you both didn’t regret it.

You just wanted to make the other happy by lying, hoping nothing would change or destroy the friendship.

Steve exhaled loudly, not even being aware he had been holding his breath. “Okay, then…-that’s great. It’s…all great. Do you think we could do i-“ before he could finish his question an urgent knock made you nearly jump out of your skin.

For a moment you were quiet, even Steve quickly shut his mouth, looking back at you with wide eyes.

Why did he seem so surprised? It’s not like it was the first time he had slept over or someone visited you while he was here-but-oh, yeah, it was because you had sex. And now Steve didn’t want to be seen here half naked.

“I know you’re home, open the door”, Natasha knocked again, stopping then and probably looking for the spare key.

You grabbed Steve’s arm, pushing him back into the bedroom. Without a word you closed the door behind him. “I’m coming Nat-just-yhm-I was taking a shower”, you lied, patting over to the door and opening it.

Meanwhile Steve just stared at the door you had closed right into his face. Just like that.

Like he was supposed to hide.

Like you wanted to hide him.

Well, fuck. He felt even worse than just a hook-up. He felt like…he couldn’t even find the words for how he felt.

He sat down on your bed. On the bed he had slept many nights, quite often with you in his arms. Just as friends. Great. And now you had fucked just as friends. Why did he let that happen? Why did you let that happen? God, why was everything so complicated?

(It wouldn’t be this complicated if people would communicate, but well…)

After letting Natasha in you both sat down on the sofa, leaning back, trying to look relaxed. Of course Natasha noticed you were nervous, especially after you started playing with your fingers. A habit you only did when something was wrong or when you were stressed out.

“Is everything okay? You look…nervous”, Natasha said smirking, letting her gaze slide over your appearance pausing at your neck for a bit longer than necessary. You couldn’t stop your hand from shooting up to your neck, trying to cover the evidence from yesterday. “I’ll make us a coffee while you try to come up with an excuse”, she whispered, a hint of smugness in her voice.

You watched as Natasha moved in your kitchen like it was her own. Gliding between your cabinets with surprisingly a lot of grace. In moments like this you could clearly see that she was a ballerina for many, many years. She was truly magnificent.

A soft sigh escaped your lips, while you looked down at the coffee Natasha gave you. Somehow a black coffee was exactly what you needed right now. You took a sip, feeling the hot liquid burn your tongue. A similar sensation in your heart since you had heard Steve’s phone call.

The bitter taste being too comforting for your liking.

Natasha suspected what was going on, why you seemed so nervous and slightly…miserable, but she decided not to bother you. Yet.

“After Steve and you left Clits shit ended an hour later and he sat with us-actually he wanted to congratulate Steve himself, but well, you two were already gone”, she started, sipping her coffee. You could even recognise a soft blush creeping over her cheeks.

Did…did Natasha have a crush? This Natasha? Natasha Romanoff?

You didn’t even notice when a big smile spread over your lips, while you started nodding in excitement. “And? What happened then?”, you asked urgently-even Steve eavesdropped at this point, captivated by Natashas words.

She chuckled into her cup, biting down on her lip. “Well…we might’ve exchanged numbers”, she said, sounding like a little girl talking about candy, cheery like you normally wouldn’t see her. It made even your heart swell for her. After her last terrible relationship you hoped she could finally meet a nice guy-and until now she hadn’t exchanged numbers with anyone after the break up, so this was a step in the right direction.

Natasha smiled, too, seeing your ridiculous grin. “He’s really sweet-and…I don’t know, really hilarious. A but childish maybe? He made me laugh so much…I haven’t laughed like that in months. My whole body arched”, she said, putting her cup aside and turning to you.

“But now tell me what happened yesterday?” “Nothing”, you answered quickly. Probably way too quickly, but you…panicked.

She raised her eyebrows, making you shake your head, not wanting to answer. It’s not like you were embarrassed or anything it’s just…why should you talk about it, if Steve didn’t care? It’s no big deal. Not to him. Why should you make a big deal out of it?

“Is Steve still here?”, Natascha asked instead. You could feel blood rush to your cheeks, making you blush a dark shade of red, but you tried to look calm. Or at least a bit less fidgety.

“Yhm…no he’s gone. Why would he still be here? It’s late-” “Its not late. He usually stays till at least lunchtime? If not longer”, interrupted the redhead, once again with a knowing smirk on her lips.

You hated how Natasha always knew everything that was going on. Even when you first started feeling something romantically for Steve Natasha knew it all before you. She was the first person to notice your glances at Steve. The soft touches and smiles.

She just knew.

“Yeah…well…not today…he’s not here. He had to go”, you mumbled, avoiding her sharp gaze. For a moment Natasha didn’t say anything, he’d gaze sliding to the side beside you.

“Why is his hoodie here?”

The blush on your face darkened.

But it wasn’t something unusual. Steve left his clothes at your place nearly every other day, so why would she ask about his hoodie? She really wanted to get you to talk.

“I have lots of his clothes. Half of my laundry is somehow Steve’s clothes-it’s like he’s living with me. Which he doesn’t. That would be totally weird, right? Yeah, definitely. I just have so much of Steve’s stuff, I don’t even know why-“

You haven’t even noticed your rambling, only when Natasha gently put her hand on your shoulder did you stop talking. “Are you okay?”

Her voice was a bit amused, but the question still seemed to be genuine.

“…yes” A sigh escaped your lips and Natasha could tell you were definitely not okay. She watched you for a moment, once again noticing the many hickeys on your neck.

“You two had sex?”, she whispered, suspecting that Steve may still be here.

While you didn’t want to answer her verbally, the look on your face was enough for Natasha to understand. She was right. Of course she was right. She always was.

But you were upset, which indicated something didn’t go as hoped.

Wanting to cheer you up she leaned a bit closer to you.

"Honey, there's nothing that sleeping with Steve can't fix. If there is, just sleep with him twice and it'll work out", her words made your lips twitch to a small smile, but you shook your head. Even though you’d love to spend another night with Steve, that’s not something he’d want. “It was just the alcohol-and let’s not talk about it anymore”, you added quietly seeing as Natasha wanted to say something. Probably about your feelings for Steve-which he really didn’t need to hear as well.

Natasha changed the subject, seeing as you really didn’t want to talk about Steve anymore. After you drank your coffee she got a phone call from Clint, who asked her if they could meet for lunch. With that she left, needing to get ready for the (hopefully) date.

After Natasha had left your place you nervously walked to the bedroom, opening the door to find Steve laying on your bed and texting on his phone. As soon as he saw you, he put his phone away quickly, smiling bashfully, his cheeks immediately heating up with a rosy blush.

“So, I guess I should go now?” He said while already standing up and coming closer to you…or rather to the door since he immediately walked out.

You couldn’t even answer before he had already put his shoes on and hugged you for a quick goodbye. For some reason it felt…awkward. Before yesterday you had hugged and touched each other in a platonic way all the time but now every touch reminded you of what happened yesterday.

Slightly smiling you watched him put his hoodie on, still blushing deeply. He fidget a bit with his hands before looking up again. “You’re still coming to the wedding with me, right?”

The reminder of the wedding Steve had invited you as his plus one too, made you swallow hard. Getting drunk and sleeping in the same bed? A few weeks ago this wouldn’t matter at all, you had done it all the time. Crush or no crush. But now? After this night? You couldn’t imagine how’d it turn out.

Before you could truly think it through you shook your head. “No, I don't think I’ll manage. I’m really busy and…I won’t make it, my grandma's sister's daughter in law is giving birth soon and we’ll visit her to celebrate the birth…”, you mumbled, clearly lying. Your whole face felt like it was burning with shame. God, what did you become?

Steve definitely noticed the lie, furrowing his brows lightly. Your behavior was…odd. Would it be all this time like this? Maybe you felt awkward because of something he said yesterday? Not that he remembered saying anything weird…or maybe he just didn’t remember it. He often talked or mumbled stuff right before falling asleep. What if he confessed his feelings? Oh god. Maybe that’s why you felt pressured.

He swallowed hard, fumbling with the sleeves of his hoodie. "Is this because we’d slept together? Because it doesn't have to make it weird between us.” He started rambling again, shrugging and trying to shake off the uneasy feeling. The feeling how his heart slowly breaking.

Slightly confused you looked up at him again, pulling your eyebrows together. How could he be so clueless? Tearing your heart apart like it was nothing. First he said it was a mistake and didn’t need to be important. And now you were the one making it weird? Even though you really tried to tell him about your feelings-which you even tried to do yesterday but he only fell asleep as if the whole night hadn’t mattered to him.

Maybe it didn’t.

"OH, I made it weird?" You snorted, shaking your head at his words. “Steve, I’m not the one that-nevermind. It doesn’t matter anyway”, you sighed. If he didn’t feel the same you shouldn’t tell him. It probably would make it even weirder. If this was even possible.

When Steve realized he wouldn’t elaborate more he looked you up and down. He loved seeing you like this, covered in hickeys and freshly out of bed after the night spent together-but the frown on your face reminded him he couldn’t have you like that. “It’s okay, I get it…we were drunk…stuff happens, let’s just…let it not affect our friendship”, he rambled, scratching his neck nervously.

His words made the pain in your heart worsen and you really didn’t want to continue this conversation. It didn’t make any sense. Not really. It only would hurt you more.

So you made up another excuse.

“I have to go, I have an appointment….dentist. Yeah. Dentist. My tooth hurts”, you nodded once to emphasize your words more.

Of course Steve could tell you weren’t telling him the truth. But he decided to play along as it seemed like you didn’t want to continue this conversation anymore.

“Okay, I get it…then…I should probably go give you time and space to get ready…” for some reason his words felt like they had a deeper meaning.

“Sure, we’ll talk later…”

Only a few more minutes later you sat on your couch, alone and in tears.

Have you just messed up your most important friendship? Have you lost your person?

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[mymoonagedaydream]

Part 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x y/n

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Language

Part 1 / Part 2

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It felt like you were being smuggled halfway across the world. In a sense, that was exactly what was happening, but you weren’t expecting it to feel this illicit. It’d only been a few minutes since your conversation with Stark but already you’d been stuffed into someone else’s clothes and then stuffed into the back of something resembling an aircraft like inconveniently sentient luggage. You still had a thousand questions but no-one would so much as make eye contact with you, they obviously knew better than to engage with the nuisance quivering in the corner.

During the journey you finally managed to gather your thoughts properly and figure out exactly what Stark had meant by ‘just in case’. When he told you his story back at that shitty old apartment, Bucky had claimed that the people who’d invaded his mind were mostly gone, that he was safe from them- so either he lied to put your mind at ease or he truly believed that he wasn't in danger anymore.

You hoped to god it was the first one, at least then he'd be prepared.

Soon after touching down you were hurried from your seat out into a blisteringly cold snowscape, the layers you’d been provided with doing very little to stop the chill reaching your bones. You’d never felt cold like it. Your uniformed escorts, none of whom you recognised, ushered you towards a bunker that looked like two shipping containers sitting side by side. Inside, two different agents huddled around a radio and listened to the heroes undertake their mission. There you were told to wait until called upon.

You hugged your arms tight and shuffled towards the noise, taking a seat while attempting to make out the garbled transmissions.

Two buildings still standing, all others in ruins. Moving in.

Areas one to three secured.

Alpha team moving to investigate rubble, all units to remain clear of thermal imager.

Holy shit Cap there’s someone under there.

You instinctively threw out a hand and gripped onto the shoulder of the agent sitting beside you. She asked if you were alright but you just shushed her, straining to hear every syllable that came out of the little metal box. You heard them rally all available bodies, you heard them encourage each other to keep digging but, after that, there was just silence. A minute passed, then another. You felt like pulling your hair out. You were on the verge of attempting to convince one of your companions to take you out there to help when, just as you opened your mouth, another message came through.

Barnes recovered, injured but alive. Bringing him back to base.

You could’ve cried, the relief was immense. You collapsed onto your companion’s shoulder, a comforting arm moving behind you, rubbing your back. You started to regret being short with her earlier.

After ten minutes or so more agents started filing into the bunker, most of them looking exhausted, all of them covered in a thick layer of grey dust. You tried to make yourself useful by offering to help bandage up their damaged hands, but it became clear that you were just getting in the way. You really didn't have a place in this world.

Finally, a familiar face sauntered through the door- Stark, looking absolutely spotless.

‘You hear the good news, wifey? Didn’t need you after all.’

‘Thank fuck.’

‘You can say that again,’ he dropped into a chair with a huff, ‘tin man should be here soon.’

He busied himself with the rudimentary tech setup in the far corner, leaving you along with your thoughts. Always a bad idea. Unfortunately, now that the adrenaline and the nerves were starting to wear off, a few intrusive, unpleasant thoughts were starting to crop up in your mind. It had been a long while since you’d heard from Bucky, what if this mission wasn’t the only reason he’d lost contact? What if he’d just gone off you? Jesus, maybe he’d intended to put some distance between you and you’d just followed him all the way to Siberia like a pathetic fucking lost puppy.

Your face began prickling with embarrassment, nausea starting to churn in the pit of your stomach. The bunker door swung open and a freezing stream of air swept in. At least, you thought, you could blame that for the intense redness you could feel settling on your cheeks.

Bucky limped in, supported by a man you instantly recognised as Captain America, the face that was plastered on every kids cereal box in the country. Both of them looked directly at you, but it was the expression dawning on Bucky’s face that drew all of your attention. He was beaming with joy. You felt your anxiety start to melt away, the sight of his wide grin silencing all your doubts. It only lasted a few seconds, however, before a dash of confusion was thrown in, followed by a healthy dose of seething anger- the latter being very intentionally directed at someone behind you. Stark.

Bucky unhooked from his friend and lunged towards you, throwing his arms around you and locking you into the most desperate embrace you’d ever experienced. It almost knocked the wind out of you. His hand dived into the back of your hair and clutched at it gently, his heavy breaths spreading over your shoulder.

‘Sorry I didn’t call,’ he whispered, ‘kind of had a thing going on.’

‘Getting used to that.’

‘Smart.’ He slowly pulled away, holding you by the shoulders and making stern eye contact. ‘Now get behind me.’

‘Huh?’

Your gaze followed the tower of a man as he stepped around you, shoulders pushed back and tense, fists clenched. ‘The fuck were you thinking, Stark?

‘I was thinking that, if Steve’s party returned with the metal murder machine, it would be useful for us to have more than one person to talk it down.’

‘Are you crazy?’

‘Calm down, Robocop. I made sure she didn’t leave the secure site.’

‘Nowhere’s fucking secure out here.’

Stark gestured towards you. ‘She looks secure enough to me.’

Just as Tony finished his sentence, as if some higher power wanted to punctuate his cockiness with a dose of reality, an unbelievably loud bang sounded near the bunker. The force of the blast rushing through the open door would have knocked you off your feet if Bucky hadn’t been directly in front of you. He spun round and threw an arm around your waist, swiftly lowering you to the ground and throwing himself on top of you.

The two of you stayed there, holding a breathless silence for what felt like a lifetime. You were too scared to move or even look at anything other than the intensely concerned face hovering a few inches above your own.  Another explosion sounded, this time a little further away, but still far too close for comfort. Bucky frantically looked around the bunker before striking his fist against the concrete beside you and jumping to his feet.

‘Come on,’ he yanked you up, ‘we can’t stay here.’

You saw the other agents moving towards the door while gunfire started in the distance. A sudden rush of adrenaline hit you as you stood, making your vision blur at the edges and your heartbeat begin to thud in your ears. You weren't able to take a second to compose yourself, however, as Bucky’s panicked movements immediately had you out in the snow and sprinting full pelt towards a row of cars.

Stark intercepted just before you reached the vehicles, dropping a set of keys in your companion’s hand.

‘Here, we’ll deal with this. Get as far away as you can.’

The look Bucky gave him in response could’ve curdled milk. He ushered you into the passenger seat of a black SUV and told you to squeeze as far as you could down into the footwell, a task that would’ve been much easier had your limbs not been paralyzed by extreme cold and fear. The sounds of carnage were echoing around you but all you could see from your crumpled position was the deceptively calm white sky stretching in every direction. Bucky piled himself into the driver’s side, slammed the door and fired up the car, hands squeezing the wheel and eyes fixed straight ahead as you sped off in god knows what direction.

‘I’m sorry,’ you could barely hear him over the engine roaring beside your head but the anguish was clear in his face, ‘this is exactly what I didn’t want to happen. I didn’t want you to get hurt again. I thought if I stayed away maybe you’d move on, find someone else and-’

A bullet flew through the passenger window behind you. Bucky’s hand moved to protect the side of your head as shattered glass littered over the backseat, cold wind whistling through the gap.

You knew it was stupid but, even with everything going on around you, all you could think about was what he’d just said. He was intentionally pulling away. Here you were, in the middle of a fucking battlefield, desperately chasing after someone who didn’t want you, seconds away from dying while cowering beside him. You'd never felt more pathetic. If he got seriously hurt while trying to protect you, you’d never forgive yourself.

It sounded as though the worst of the fighting had fallen behind you, but Bucky didn’t let up. You kept driving for what felt like hours, locked in complete silence, his gaze not wavering from the windscreen for a second.

It was only when you heard the sound of a jet whirring in the distance that you saw the tension in his shoulders begin to release.

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He was quiet during the journey home, buckled in opposite you with deep contemplation in his eyes. You would’ve given anything to know what he was thinking. Discreetly looking around, you saw everyone else in the jet looking rough and tired, most of them slouched in their seats picking over their injuries. It seemed like the two of you had actually gotten away pretty lightly.

You were unloaded at the Avengers’ compound and immediately sent to a doctor for a checking over, the only things that warranted attention being some tiny cuts you received from the broken window. It was a matter of minutes before you were given the all clear to go home. Bucky walked you down to a car, maintaining his vow of silence right up until the last second. He opened up the door but stopped you just before you climbed in.

‘Hey, wait a second, I wanted to-’ he rubbed his eyes in frustration, ‘I need to say-’

‘It’s alright Buck. You said enough back in the car, I get it.’

‘No, there’s more. I need you to know that being with you in that shitty apartment was the closest I’ve come to a good life in a long time,’ he looked at the ground, ‘but it’s a life I don't think I’ll even be able to have again. It wasn’t fair on either of us. I'm sorry.’

‘It's okay. I understand.’

You felt tears stinging your eyes as you climbed into your seat but you fiercely held them back, somehow managing to keep your face straight and nod while he continued talking.

‘We’ll have someone watching you for a while, making sure you’re safe. We don’t think you were seen out there but we need to be sure. They won’t bother you, though. You won’t know they’re there. I promise.’ He took his hand off the door and stepped backwards. ‘I’ll see you around.’

‘Maybe.’

You flashed him a brief smile before reaching out and pulling the door closed, noticing some light dimples in the metal where Bucky’s hand had been gripping it. Taking a deep breath out, you let your head fall back, tears finally leaking out onto your cheeks. It felt like hundreds of conflicting emotions were rushing into your mind at once.

You knew you’d miss Bucky like crazy but, despite that, you couldn’t help thinking that maybe this was for the best. You were fragile enough after your first encounter with him, you couldn’t cope with too much more of this. Maybe it was about time you got back to normal life again.

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Part 4

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[claraxbarton]

Smaller and Smaller: I Know You

So, an IP excerpt of a Jason/Clint/Bucky part 4 of Smaller and Smaller, for @kangofu-cb. This was all I was able to write tonight before life shit, but I wanted to share:

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Let's rate this at an M, for those of you who don't want to read below the cut:

“I really thought the Hulk dildo would be more impressive.”

Some days, Bucky really, really wondered what the fuck he was doing with his life.

Today, standing in the adult store five blocks over from his apartment while Clint and Jason critiqued Avengers-themed dildos, was actually not one of those days.

Today, he knew exactly what he was doing with his life: picking out a dildo for Jason to fuck that night.

It wasn’t as if they necessarily needed to expand their collection - Bucky had had a decent collection before Clint, and since Clint, it had only increased. Jason had admitted to having a dildo and a few vibratory himself, But, as Clint had pointed out, it was kind of nice to commemorate their first time together. Jason’s first time at all.

“Nothing green is going up my ass,” Jason insisted, cheeks red, gaze furtive as he looked around the shop.

“Aw, babe,” Clint put an arm around Jason’s shoulders and nuzzled up close, “not even that new Bad Dragon I just got with the-”

“Clint!” Jason hissed as he shoved at him.

Clint just grinned, completely unrepentant. Not even Bucky’s glare did much to diminish his absolute lack of self-consciousness.

“You know,” Clint put the Hulk dildo back on a shelf and instead picked up a black and silver package, “this Winter Soldier dildo… actually… huh. This looks pretty accurate.” Clint gave Bucky a heated once-over. “Did you model for this?”

Jason’s embarrassment gave way to interest, and he examined the silver dildo.

“No, I did not model for it,” Bucky sighed. “I have an average-sized dick - just like the dildo.”

Clint tilted his hand back and forth. 

“I mean, length, sure, but your dick is kind of fat - and so is this baby.”

“What, um, what about your dick?” Jason asked, his ears pink.

Bucky forgot, sometimes, just how innocent Jason still was. He’d killed and been killed and been through just about everything in between, but talking about sex still made him blush. It was kind of adorable, not that Bucky would ever be dumb enough to say that out loud.

“Mine?” Clint asked, and then grinned. “I dunno, Buck, what do you think? Am I more Iron Man or-”

“I’m not comparing your dick to Tony Stark’s, ever,” Bucky shut him down. 

Both Clint and Jason stared at him.

“So you… have the evidence to make a comparison,” Jason far-too-accurately surmised.

“Holy. Shit. You fucked Tony Stark.” Clint stared at him as if seeing Bucky for the first time.

Bucky sighed.

“It was - years ago. It’s not a big deal.”

“Holy shit,” Jason echoed Clint.

Bucky ignored the way they were both still staring at him and reached past them to get the Thor dildo.

“This is pretty close to Clint’s dick,” he said.

“But my dick doesn’t glow blue when it vibrates,” Clint said, reading off the box.

“Your dick better not vibrate at all,” Jason muttered, “or it’s not coming near my ass.”

Clint laughed, and even Bucky had to grin.

“Don’t worry,” Bucky assured him. “Clint’s dick works just fine.”

“Hell yeah it does.”

Jason rolled his eyes, still blushing, but he didn’t look quite as nervous as he had before. As usual, Clint’s blend of teasing and self-deprecation and self-assurance set him at ease.

“So,” Clint held up the Winter Soldier dildo, “this one or…” he gave a dramatic flourish in the direction of the Thor dildo Bucky was still holding, “this one?”

Jason frowned as he considered his options. 

“Or we could get both,” Clint said, eyes going big as an idea occurred to him, “fuck Bucky with Thor while you fuck the Winter Solider…”

“You’ve got problems,” Jason muttered, but he nevertheless grabbed both boxes out of their hands.

Clint winked at Jason and then followed after him, pausing to grab a bottle of lube, fluffy handcuffs and the cockring he’d been threatening Bucky with for a few months.

With a sigh, Bucky dug out his wallet.

-O-

Despite the three of them meeting up for a quick lunch and detour to the shop, they didn’t spend the rest of the day together. Jason had afternoon classes, Clint was in the middle of adding a rock climbing wall to the gym, and Bucky… had fuck all to do until later that night, so he very productively spent the afternoon taking a nap.

All of which meant, by the time Jason made it home, Clint showered, and Bucky fed them, Jason was back to being anxious.

“We can just… do whatever you guys want,” he said, not for the first time. “It’s not like I know what I’m doing.”

Clint groaned and hauled Jason into his lap. He kissed him long enough and deep enough that Jason looked a little dazed when they broke for air.

“Jay, look at Bucky.” With a frown, Jason did as instructed. “You see how he’s scowling even though he thinks watching us kiss is hot as fuck.”

Bucky wanted to roll his eyes, but it wasn’t like Clint was wrong.

“That’s his ‘what the fuck are you talking about face’, Jay.”

“Seriously,” Jason protested, “it’s not that big of a deal.”

Bucky sighed and settled in a little closer to the two of them on the couch.

“Sure, it’s not a big deal if you don’t want it to be,” Bucky said. “But, sweetheart, any chance I get to make you feel good is a big deal to me.”

Jason stared at him.

“Yeah,” Clint sighed, “he just says shit like that sometimes, Jay.” Clint distracted Jason by kissing him again. “You know the really fucked up part? He totally means it too.”

[abbatoirablaze]

Porcelain Doll, Chapter 4

Word Count:  2.1k

Warnings:  angst, manipulation, foreplay, implied smut, violence/fight.

“Alright Margo…so tell me…is anything new with school?  Or the track team?”

You sighed, “Mist-“

“No excuses,” he began, cutting you off, “you’ve been distant since last week, and it’s showing.  What happened?”

“Bucky!”

Bucky turned and he took a deep breath.  His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but he immediately stopped.  Romeo started tugging on his leash to head towards him, but you held firm, keeping your dog from going up to see him. 

“I-I don’t know why I’m here…”

You continued to stay planted at the edge of your driveway, Bucky remaining stock still on the edge of your lawn.  There were so many emotions that passed his eyes as he stared at you.  Confusion.  Sadness.  But you only felt the pain that resonated deep within your belly.  The pain that he’d abandoned you. 

“Y-you could come in if you wan-“

“No!” he said quickly, cutting you off, “no…I mean-“

“It’s fine,” you shrugged, pushing past him, feeling the rejection all over again.  Romeo wanted to go see him, but you pulled your German Shepard towards the door, “come on Ro…”

“Margo…wait…”

“Have a good day, Mr. Barnes…”

“Margo!”

Your head snapped up towards your therapist.

Over the past few months, you’d managed to avoid Bucky Barnes.  Or he would avoid you.  When you were on your walks with Romeo you purposefully avoided his street, and if you saw him out running you would do your best to evade him. 

It’d felt like the man who had stood up for you to move back into your childhood home had abandoned you ever since the kiss.  And you didn’t know what to do. 

“Margo?”

“Sorry,” you sighed, pulling yourself out of your own thoughts.  You looked back to your therapist, “Track is over…and it was an alright season…I guess.  I-uh…I’m going to city college in the fall.  Got my early acceptance in, so that’s cool…yay college.”

“You don’t sound too happy about it…”

“I mean, four years of school after I get out of high school…not seeing the upside to that.”

“Well…don’t you want a career?”

You shrugged, “my parents each had a million dollar life insurance policy…after paying for the funerals, even if I didn’t get a degree and worked some janky job with the correct investments I don’t really have a need for anything.  I already own the house…”

“You sound like you’ve disassociated from your life, Margo…”

“Wouldn’t you?” you asked, staring him down, “my parents were gunned down for trying to get dinner at the wrong place at the wrong time.  All of my high school friends feel awkward around me so I’m alienated.  I’ve got good grades, but no ambition for college anymore.  Why should I feel happy?”

“Margo…you are the one alienating yourself,” he said firmly, “I know for a fact that my daughter and her friends have all reached out to yo-“

“I don’t need their fake pity!” you growled, shooting him a glare, “I don’t need your daughter or her friends.  She’s dating Jacob Barber…the fucking prick is in my grade.  I know him and his little friends were the ones that vandalized my house in the first place.”

“Do you have any proof of that?”

“Whose side are you on?” you growled, “because for a therapist, you kind of suck at helping me with my problems and listening to them.”

“It’s the end of Summer!” Jacob grinned as he held up his bottle of soda.  You rolled your eyes, annoyed at how you had allowed yourself to be conned into coming to the block party that your neighborhood was throwing.  You hated yourself even more for ending up in the Barber’s back yard while they grilled out, played in the pool, and had a great time. 

“This is really fun!” Viv grinned, shooting you a look, “right?  I mea-“

“Just because you’re friends with Ashley and her…and she’s dating Jacob the jackass, doesn’t mean we are friends.  Don’t talk to me.”

Viv bit her lip, embarrassed that she had tried to talk to you.  She took a step away, “I-I’m sorry, Margo.”

“Holy shit!”

Your head turned when Ashley swore.  You followed her eyes and your heart instantly broke.

“No way…”

“Is that-Mr. Barnes…with a girl?”

“And here I was thinking he was taking it up the ass from Captain America all these years,” Jacob scoffed, wrapping his arm tighter around his girlfriend as he sipped on his soda, “oh hey…Margo…looks like the super soldier doesn’t like dick…he just didn’t have a thing for you!”

“Jacob!”

“Fuck off, Barber!” you spat, angrily pushing your way out of the group of kids from the neighborhood.  You pushed past Bucky and his date, as well as some of the other guys from the neighborhood.  You were almost to the door when you heard Mr. Barber’s voice.

“Margo…”

“Shit,” you whispered, hoping that your tears weren’t visible to him, “What is it, Mr. Barber?”

“Grab some more of the burgers from the freezer, will ya?”

“Sure…”

“Thanks sweetheart!”

You rolled your eyes, making your way into the garage, where you knew the deep freezer was.  While you were bent over, grabbing another box of burgers you heard the door open.  You snapped up, only to see Jacob standing there, a shit eating grin on his face, “well look what the cat dragged in.”

“Fuck off, Jacob.”

“Oh, come on, Margo…don’t be like that.”

“I said, fuck off, Jacob.” You pushed him away as he tried to come near you.  You could smell booze on him, “why do you smell like booze?  Have you been drinking?”

“Slipped it from my dad’s liquor cabinet,” he grinned, holding up his bottle of soda, “why?  You want to party?”

You sneered, “No.  Just go back to your little girlfriend and leave me the fuck alone.”

Jacob took a deep breath, continuing to step forward until he had you pinned between himself and the freezer.  His glassy expression studied you, “you know…for a little tease…you’re pretty fucking cute…you ever actually fuck a guy or are you just holding out for the reformed, brainwashed fuckhead.”

“Go fuck yourself!”

You went to slap him, but he caught your hand, despite his inebriated state.  His grin turned dangerous as he tsked you, “shouldn’t have done that you little fucking slut.”

He used his other hand to backhand you.  Your head snapped along with it, and he stepped back, unpinning you from between himself and the freezer.  A dark laugh escaped his throat, “you know what…I think I like you down there…on your hands and knees.  It’s where you belong.”

You sniffled, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. 

“What…you going to cry, you little slut?” he taunted, “I haven’t even done anything to you yet.”

You didn’t get the chance to answer.  The next thing you knew there was a heavy thud and Jacob came crumpling to the floor.  You looked up to see a pissed off Andy Barber standing there, his own jaw tensed. 

Jacob glared at his father, holding his jaw.  You looked up at him for a moment, before looking away.  He rushed you, a look of worry crossing his features, “shit…what the hell happened?  Are you okay, Margo?”

“What the fuck, dad?”

“Why is she bleeding, huh?” he growled, “did you do this to her?”

“What?  No!  I don’t know!  The stupid slut probably ran into the wall or something.” Jacob lied.

“He hit me,” you admitted slowly as Andy lifted your face, “he-he started talking about me and then he hit me when I told him to fuck off.”

“It’s not true, dad…I-“

“Jacob, get the fuck out!” Andy demanded.  When Jacob didn’t move, Andy turned his attention towards his son, “Get the fuck out, Jacob.  NOW!”

Jacob rushed to get away from the two of you, holding his jaw.  You didn’t look up again at Andy until after the door had slammed shut and Andy was lifting your face, inspecting it.  You tried to shake him off, the tears beginning to fall down your cheeks, “Mr. Barber-“

“Are you okay to walk?” You nodded, and he helped you up, “let me get you cleaned up, upstairs, and you can tell me what happened, okay?”

“I don’t wan-“

“Margo…”

You stopped speaking, not want to argue with the man that was helping.  You sighed, and he led the way through the house, upstairs, until he’d reached the bathroom.  He began fumbling through the cabinets, getting frustrated as the seconds passed, and he didn’t automatically come up with any bandages. 

“That fucking little shit!” he growled, “I think he’s got the first aid kit in his room…wait right here, Margo.  I’ll be back.”

You watched as he walked out of the bathroom.  Turning towards the mirror, you frowned when you saw your lip had split.  The blood had dried up, but you didn’t appreciate the small bruise that was left by your mouth from the back of his hand making contact with your face.  You sniffled, touching the tender skin, but retracting your hand a second later. 

With another sigh you turned away, and went through the hall and into Jacob’s room, where Andy was looking for the first aid kit.  He went into the adjoining bathroom and a devious thought crossed your mind. 

“Mr. Barber…”

“I swear, it has to be in here!” Andy called from the bathroom, “give me a second, Margo…and I’ll get you patched up.”

You locked the door and slid out of your summer dress.  Feeling the rage inside of you, knowing that Bucky was probably still enjoying the party with his date, you removed your bra and panties, leaving you only in your heels. 

Andy walked back into his son’s bedroom but dropped the first aid kit when he saw you standing naked in the middle of the room.  The band aids, gauze, and items inside the kit spilled onto the floor.  Andy’s breath caught in his throat, “Margo…wh-what are you doing?”

It had been circulating the neighborhood for most of the summer. 

The email chains. 

The single guys catching wind of it and texting the link to each other. 

Bucky would have been lying to himself to say that he didn’t watch it; even though the guilt of it nearly consumed him.

Andy’s hands skimmed up her body, his large hands capturing your hips.  A shiver ran up your spine as he squeezed them gently, pulling you towards his body so that you could feel the growing erection through his board shorts.  Your nipples pebbled against his toned chest. 

Your eyes fluttered up to his and he shuddered when your hands nimbly picked at the buttons of his Tommy Bahama shirt. 

“Margo…”

“I want to feel you, Andy,” you whimpered gently as you undid the last button and ran your hand up his chest.  You pressed your own bare chest against his, and you felt his nails digging into your hips, his cock twitching eagerly against the shorts, “I want to feel a man inside of me…a real man like you.”

His eyes fluttered closed as your hands trailed back down his chest, nails grazing over the firm, slightly hairy stomach, down to the hem of his shorts.  Gently, you pulled them down, releasing his impressive, girthy length from its confines. 

You gasped. 

He smiled, “think you can handle a real man, sweetheart?”

“Oh, I know I can,” you purred, leaning against his chest a little bit more as you reached up to his cock to start stroking him.  Andy groaned, his head lulling slightly as you leaned up and began kissing his neck, “fuck me good, Andy…”

“Margo, I-“

But Bucky stopped himself from speaking. 

His brow furrowed as he looked at the young couple who had answered the door.

“Can we help you?”

“You’re not Margo!” Bucky answered, his tone sounding slightly hurt and very confused, “wh-where’s Margo?”

“We’re renting the house this semester from her while she lives on campus…was she expecting you to show up?” the man asked, “do you know Margo?”

“She-I-family friend,” he said quickly, instantly changing his story, “I thought she was going to stay at the house until after school started.”

“She figured it would be best if she…got away for a little while…after that video surfaced…” The wife said nervously, looking around outside as if someone was listening in to the conversation, “you know…”

Bucky sighed, his throat going dry, “Yeah…yeah…that makes sense…do-do you guys know where she’s living?”

“She’s staying somewhere in the city, that’s all we know,” the man shrugged, “we send our rent checks to a PO Box there.”

“Honey!” the woman proclaimed, pulling her husband back towards her, “we shouldn’t be giving out her information…”

“I didn’t tell him an-“

“Look, if you’re really a family friend, you should have her number,” she said quickly, looking to push the door closed, “you should try reaching out to her, instead.”

Chapter 5

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[buckyalpine]

Cheeky

18+ Minors dni Drunk Bucky x reader, reader x avengers (platonic)  

A/N: Drunk Bucky is a risk taker. Also this picture from Sebastian Stan’s ig is everything. I make my own timelines, everyone is alive as well! Please like, comment and reblog! <3  Warnings: Drinking, nudity, swearing, fluff  Word count: 960

“Hes not gonna do it…..he’s doing it…holy fuck…”

You and Steve stood wide eyed, gawking at each other before looking back at the sight in front of you. He didn’t just…yes. Yes he did.

2 hours ago

“Who wants to play truth or dare”

Tony sauntered in with two large bottles of alcohol, wiggling his eyebrows with a shit eating gin on his face. Nat groaned, having just recovered from her hangover from the previous nights activities.

“Weren’t you walking around with sunglasses like 2 minutes ago? How can you do another night of drinking”

“I am Iron Man”  

“You know, nothing good ever happens after you say those words” Steve shook his head, wondering if fighting the purple scrotum was even worth it; Tony’s liver seemed to have a death wish.

“Cap’s right, last time you said that, your ass almost got blown up” Sam mused though he was already pulling out shot glasses and lining them up on the living room table.

“C’mon I even pulled out the Asgardian mead for Capsicle and Terminator”

The team gathered around the living room; Steve, Nat Sam sat squished together the couch while Tony took his place at the table pouring drinks. Bucky sat on the floor on the fluffy rug with you happily plopped down between his legs, sitting on his lap.

1 hour and 45 minutes later

“Truth”

“Have you ever gone streaking?”

Nat smirked, shooting Tony a playful glare, shaking her head. “You already know the answer to that you perv, you’re the one that dared me to do it”

Everyone laughed while Bucky blinked with a confused dazed look on his face, partially from the alcohol but mostly because he didn’t know what streaking was.

“What’s streaking?”

You giggled at your boyfriend’s adorable lost puppy expression as he looked to Steve for an explanation. Steve was absolutely no help, blushing, running a hand over his face refusing to make eye contact with anyone.

“You don’t know what streaking is?” Tony shot up, his eyes wide as the hung over hamster in his head started to turn the wheels in his brain. “I dare you to go streaking”

“That’s not how it works Mr. Horndog billionaire dumbass, he doesn’t know what it is and he has to pick truth or dare” Sam snorted, before turning to Bucky “It’s when you run naked in public”

“Naked? Fully naked?” Bucky’s head cocked to the side as he tried to piece together why anyone would do this in the first place.

“Yup. Butt ass naked. Balls out n’everything” Sam snickered while Steve buried his face in the couch cushion, his voice muffled.

“Language”

“So, whatcha say tinman, you up for it or are you gonna back down” Tony bounced on his feet, already making his way to the doors to the front while Bucky sat for a moment, the alcohol warming his insides. Alcohol or not, he’d never once backed down from a dare, after all it was a dare and 7 minutes in heaven that got you both together. You could see the gears turning as Bucky narrowed his eyes…how bad could it be…

“What you thinking Buck?”

“Where would I even run?” Bucky looked at Tony curiously as he gripped your hips to lift you off, making his way to the compound doors. Sam and Nat wolf whistled, trailing behind Bucky while you and Steve started at each other for a moment before scrambling after the group.

“Right down the street, I’m sure the other agents wouldn’t mind”

Present

Everyone gathered outside while Bucky stood looking at the dorms that were off to the side for agents in trainings. They’d all be asleep at this hour….

“Whatcha waiting for White Panther take your clothes off” Sam howled.

“Its White Wolf” Bucky smirked stripping his shirt off. Your jaw dropped as he started unbuttoning his pants next.

“Hes not gonna do it…..” Steve shook his head; eyes popping out of his socket when Bucky’s boxers flew over his head. “He’s doing it…holy fuck…”

You and Steve stood wide eyed, gawking at each other before looking back at the sight in front of you. He didn’t just…yes. Yes he did.

Tony, Nat and Sam whistled and howled as Bucky sprinted down the street, giving everyone the perfect view of his perfect tan perky ass. Tony whipped out his phone, grinning wildly hearing a few cars honk as Bucky ran back, his cheeks flushed red as he grabbed his pants and slipped his t-shirt back on, wrapping his arms around you as you giggled.

“I gotta say, y/n how the hell are you able to walk if he’s swinging THAT around” Tony gawked

“DAMN BUCKY BARNES MAN YOU’RE LOOKIN’ GOOD” Sam clapped his back, cackling as Bucky hid his face in your neck, shying away as you playfully pinched him.

“That was hot Buck” You whispered, loving how flustered he got, groaning, and shaking his head, his face only turning redder.

“Nice ass Barnes, could give Cap a run for his money” Nat smirked, playfully swatting his ass as everyone made their way back inside.

“She’s not wrong you know, but mines better” Steve shrugged, snorting when he felt a flick to his ear.

“Shut up punk”

The Next Morning  

“Well, if it isn’t the front page man himself!” Sam announced as you and Bucky made your way to the kitchen.

“Huh?”

Sam handed Bucky the news paper, howling as he watched the super solider face blush, mumbling something about never drinking again and running out of the kitchen. You picked up the paper, bursting out laughing at the pictures of your boyfriend. A very large egg plant emoji covered his front, however a second picture of his ass was completely exposed.

The front page of the news paper, in very bold writing:

“The Winter Soldier Bares All, The Cold Can’t Shrink Him”

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[urmommies--girl]

Oohh imagine having 2 seperate hook up buddies and they don’t know about each other until one walks in on you fucking the other and it turns in to a messy threesome with a load of degrading and roughness (Darkling/Bekker, Sirius/Remus, Cap/Bucky, like idc who it is but imagineee) -🐸

A//N: THIS ISNT EXACTLY IT BUT I HAD THIS AMAZING IDEA. SO A CROSSOVER FUCK BETWEEN ALEKSANDER AND GERALT LIKE HOLY SHIT. I LOVE 2AM BRAIN. I’M ALSO GETTING BILLY RUSSO AND FRANK CASTLE VIBES FROM THIS

Warnings: 18+ only, Smut, dom!Aleksander Morozova x dom!Geralt of Rivia x sub!reader, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), breeding kink, heavy degradation, double penetration, crossovers, oral (m receiving), manhandling, anal, choking, brief knife/sword play, sensory deprivation??? (Aleksander clouding your vision with shadows), use of magic during sex, pain kink, mentions of blood, just a bunch of dark horny shit

Words: 1.1k

Black was all you could see but it wasn’t all you could feel. Hands travelled over your body, groping your breasts and kneading the flesh of your ass before traveling to your neck.

“Be a doll and let us use you how we please.” Aleksander’s hoarse voice travelled through your ears but you couldn’t see him through the thick cloud of shadow.

A cool metal slid through the valley of your breasts, sending a shiver up your spine.

Geralt roamed the smooth end of his sword along your stomach causing you to whine, “Please.” You sobbed as your bottom lip jutted out in a pout, “What do you want, princess?” The Witcher’s cool voice rung out as he pressed the sharp point of the sword into your flesh.

“F-fuck.” Your hips stuttered as your back arched off the bed.

A metallic clink reverberated through the room, followed by the sound of a zipper being undone. You squirmed nervously but froze when you felt a pair of hands on your waist— manhandling you onto all fours.

The discarded leather of Aleksander’s belt wrapped around your wrists, bounding them together behind your back.

You were still blinded by the ebony fog so you didn’t realise until it was cleared that Aleksander was preparing his cock at the entrance of your mouth.

“Who knew such a pretty girl could have such a dirty mouth.” He mused, causing both men to smirk sadistically as you squirmed around, eyes wide in fear, “Maybe a good face-fucking will fix that.”.

Aleksander forced your lips open and shoved his cock down your throat, encouraging a violent choke out of you. You tried to stabilise your self but the force his thrust unbalanced you, leaving it up to Geralt to keep you upright.

“Little bunny’s to pathetic to even suck cock.” He mused from behind you, dropping his own belt. 

“Think she just needs a bit of encouragement. Isn’t that right, dove?” Aleksander hummed above you, lifting your chin to look you in the eyes. You gazed up at him with wide and pleading eyes. 

Your silent plea was ignored as he began to thrust in and out of your mouth, enticing gags from you each time.

You were so enveloped at the feeling of Aleksander’s cock impaling your throat and trying to even your breaths that you hadn’t realised Geralt was preparing his own length against your ass.

You moaned loudly around the cock in your mouth as Geralt entered you in one clean thrust.

Both men groaned in satisfaction; Aleksander at the way your moans vibrated on his length and Geralt at the way your tight velvet walls clenched around him.

“Fuck. She’s squeezing me like a vice. Knew her ass would be tight.” You heard Geralt grunt as he thrusted his hips to yours, “You should feel her mouth. Feels like fucking heaven.” Said Aleksander as his hands tangled in your hair to force you further down on him.

They fucked you in tandem, Geralt slamming his hips to yours sending you choking on Aleksander’s cock.

“Shit. I’m gonna cum.” The man in front of you groaned, speeding up his pace. “Y’gonna swallow it all like a good girl?” He hummed, causing you to nod as best as your could.

Soon enough Aleksander was releasing his load down your throat, holding your all the way down until you swallowed it all.

He pulled off and your gasped for breath.

Geralt tugged at your bound arms as he arched your back into him, looking smugly at your fucked-out expression as he continued to rut his hips behind you, watching as your mouth formed an ‘O’ shape and moans spilled from your lips.

You were so caught up in the pleasure the Witcher was giving you that you hadn’t noticed Aleksander positioning himself in front of your weeping pussy.

Your eyes flicked to Aleksander as he entered your hole.

“Aleks-“ You gasped, clawing at your restraints, the dark haired male pulled you away from Geralt to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, “Such a wet fuckhole. S’this all for us?” He grunted, thrusting his hips. 

You nodded desperately, “Yes- fuck- yes! All for you, please-“ You were cut off my a large hand coming behind you to attach to your neck and a finger slipping past your lips.

“Sluts don’t talk.” Geralt whispered into your ear.

Tears streamed down your face at the feeling of being full on both ends.

“These tears for us, pretty? Is it too much for you?” The taunting of Aleksander’s voice was heard from in front of you, you tried to speak only to have Geralt’s hand squeeze your neck tighter. “That’s right. Fucktoy’s don’t get opinions.” He mused.

You felt Geralt’s hips stutter and his cock twitch inside your ass, “Fuck. I’m gonna cum.” He groaned into your ear, you whined in response and tried to buck your hips against him, “You want that, bunny? You want my cum inside you?” Hummed the Witcher, you nodded desperately, “Mhm.” Was all you could manage as your mouth was still filled by his fingers.

Soon you felt the warm release spill into you as the white haired male’s hips stilled inside you.

As Geralt pulled out Aleksander continued to thrust relentlessly.

Aleksander’s hands found your hips to stop you from completely toppling onto him, he changed you position so you we on top of him, riding his cock. Although you had no energy you tried to buck your hips as best as possible to meet with Aleksander’s thrusts.

“Dirty little whore.” He cursed as he nipped the thin skin of your neck before increasing the pace of his thrusts.

You could feel Kirigan swell larger inside you causing your walls to instinctively clench around him, the tidal bliss beginning to bloom like a ring of fire inside your womb.

Sensing your nearing orgasm, Aleksander lifted your hips only to slam you back down on him, moving your body like it was putty.

“Your Witcher can’t breed you, can he?” He questioned with a smirk as he referred to Geralt, “but I can…I’m going to fill that womb with my seed,” He groaned as you cried out, begging him to let you release.

“Please Aleksander! I need it so bad! Please can I cum on your cock?” You practically yelled, desperate to get your own release.

“Go on. I wanna feel you clench around me.” He grunted, slamming you down at a vigorous pace. Your weeping cunt gave way as your juices spilled over his cock, milking Aleksander in the process, encouraging him to release within you. 

The warm seed spilled deep inside you as Aleksander came with a loud groan, allowing you to finally fall on top of him, panting heavily.

You felt Geralt move behind you and whined but he soothed you with a large hand stroking down your spine. He removed your restraints and let your arms wrap around Aleksander.

“Good Girl.” He praised, kissing your forehead.

[possibleplatypus]

Holy fuck no so true the only time bucky ever shows an ounce of displeasure with steve is at the gayest bar scene known to history . Also nothing will ever haunt me than getting out of the eg showing at 2 AM and having bucky half turn self deprecating smile to himself that screams “what did you expect , buck” after steve disappears on the platform like seared into my brain for eternity. You can tell the last ounce of hope he held onto vanishing. Like that whole scene he has hardly two lines but his fucking eyes tells a whole different story.

I will never forgive Endgame Steve and Marvel/Disney for putting that look on Bucky's face. Props to Sebastian Stan, he knew Bucky wouldn't have been happy about Steve going back in time for good. And he acted the shit out of this in the, what, 40 minutes he had to process that Steve and Bucky were going to be separated forever?

In the interview, Sebastian also confirmed ‘a conversation’ had occurred between the two brothers in arms prior to Captain America’s unexpected return to the past - hence their heartfelt goodbye in the film.

He said: ‘When I found out that we were doing that scene, which was probably about 40 minutes before it was filmed, I said “Look, don’t you think if this is really happening wouldn’t there be something more to be said?”

‘But then you know the producers were like “You guys have had that conversation, you’ve had that moment, you know what is going to happen and what Steve is doing”.

‘In the last interaction there is a lot of subtext which is like “Alright, here we are, you know, I’ll see you when I see you”.’

Like, the producers cared so little about Steve and Bucky's relationship-- the relationship that forged Steve into Captain America and carried these two characters through three movies-- that they didn't tell Bucky's actor that he would be separated from his best friend forever until forty minutes before filming. This was for Endgame, what was supposedly the capstone (pun unintended) movie for the MCU, their pièce de résistance.

Sebastian Stan had 40 minutes to devise Bucky's expression to show his feelings about Steve's departure, that he only showed once Steve had already left for his happily ever after.

He had to point out that Steve and Bucky would have had a bigger conversation, only to be told that they already had it. 

The disrespect that Marvel/Disney have for not only the actors, but the characters and their story, is breathtaking.

But anyway, yes-- Bucky was not happy about Steve going back in time, even if they discussed it prior to Steve leaving.

Look at this look he gives Steve before Steve says “Don’t do anything stupid before I get back.” He’s not asking Steve to stay in words, but his eyes say it all. Stay with me, don’t go. 

It does look like Bucky's resigned before Steve leaves but is trying his best, as always, to be happy for him.

After Steve leaves, though. He looks heartbroken but he's trying to keep it together. He looks like he's about to cry. He even nods a little, like this is what he expected would happen but hoped wouldn’t. Steve left and didn’t come back. “I don’t think I’m worth all this, Steve,” he’d said in Civil War, and this just confirms it.

And when Steve comes back an old man... He doesn't go up to talk to him. He tells Sam to go ahead. What is there to say? Thanks for giving us the shield? Did you have a good life? Did you save me in another universe and spend your life with a version of me that wasn't tainted by Hydra, or did you sit at home and do nothing while your wife's coworkers tortured me for 70 years and forced me to kill people? Or is the reason they didn’t talk just that Marvel/Disney didn’t care about the end of the MCU’s most beautiful (platonic) love story?

I'm not angry at Bucky or Steve. I'm angry at Marvel and Disney for their terrible writing.