Can we all agree that this is the best Bucky? Listen, I love equally all the different Bucky's, but this is the best Bucky. When I first saw TFATWS and saw this scene, I purred.
The long sleeve shirt that is hugging his arms, shoulders and chest in all the right places. The dark jeans that are tight but not too tight. The open boots. The dogtags. Ugh, it just kills me.
The way he hops off and walks towards the camera.
Yes, sir. Just come get me.
Oh... and don't forget the scruff. That glorious, delicious scruff.
He just looks like he's ready to relax on your couch. Or...not relax on your couch.
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Oversea’s Hero [Captain Syverson Smut]
You can’t sleep. Even though your husband is in your bed again. So long have you missed him. Finally he is back from war. But you are afraid that if you close your eyes, this has all been a dream, so you don’t sleep a wink. You can only snuggle into his broad, warm torso. His arm is draped lightly around you. You rest your head on his hairy, expansive chest.
His grip on your hip tightens a little. “Sy?” You whisper. “Why ain’t you asleep bug?” He rumbles. “I am afraid to fall asleep.” You answer. You nose at his chesthair. “Because this might be a dream. And when I wake up, you won’t be here anymore. You’ll be on the phone to tell me you have to stay in Iraq for another three months.” You reply. Syverson chuckles, dry and joylessly. “I fear the same.” He whispers.
“I don’t want to wake up still in fucken Iraq.” He says. You turn to your stomach, leaning your chin on his chest. You extend a hand and caress his beardy cheek. “And I don’t want to wake up alone.” You says softly. You press a kiss on his chest. Syverson sends you a wain smile. He lifts one hand and runs his fingers through your hair.
“I love you, so much baby.” He whispers. You scoot forward, pressing your lips against his. His beard tickles against your chin. You do have to get used to that. “I love you too, Sy.” You whisper to his lips.
Gently he draws you on top of him. You lay your head on his chest and listen to his heart beat. It is quite fast. As good as Syverson is at masking his disquiet, his heart rate betrays him. You nose closer into his chest. “I am here, baby.” You whisper. He puts both his big arms tightly around your waist. He crushed you against his torso. His breath becomes choked off.
You slip off of him. You reach to the night stand and flick on the bedside lamp. Syverson blinks against the sudden light. There is a damp quality to his eyes.
You sit upright against the headboard. “C’mere.” You say softly. Syverson puts his head in your lap. You run your fingers over his scalp. “I’m here.” You whisper. “I will go nowhere. Just here.” You cooe. Syverson heaves a sigh and clings to you. You trace the shell of his ear with your fingers tips.
He drags the blanks down from your legs. He presses his cheek to your bare skin. “I need to feel you, bug.” He whispers. “I need to know this real.” He mutters. “This is real, Sy, I promise.” You run your fingers into his neck.
His breath fans over your thigh. It pimples your skin with gooseflesh. You rub circles on the tense muscles of his neck. Sy murrs softly. He closes his eyes and seems to relax for a little while.
But then he starts to press kisses to your skin. You moan softly under his touches. Your fingers trace upwards, to run over his scalp. “You smell so good.” Sy whispers. “You taste so good.” He presses an openmouthed kiss to your thigh. “Hmm oh.. Sy.” You whimper. He repeats the ministration. You moan again, pressing the tips of your fingers against his scalp.
Syverson presses his teeth into your skin. “Oh!” You gasp. “Is that what you want?” Sy growls huskily. “Yes.” You breathlessly reply. He bites again. You whimper and feel your body eagerly react. You are already growing wet. “Fuck, I can smell ya, bug.” Sy murmurs.
He rolls onto his stomach and pushes your thighs apart with his strong hand. “I am gona give you thighburn baby.” He murrs huskily. “Oh yes please.” You whisper.
Syverson pulls down your panties. “Scoot forward a little bit.” He murmurs. You oblige, scooting towards him a little. Sy licks his lips and leans in.
He begins with lavishing kisses on your thighs. You lean your head against the headboard and close your eyes. It feels so good to have Syverson’s mouth on you again. It makes you feel so warm and loved.
You run your fingers over his scalp. His mouth inches closer to your folds. You feel his hot breath on your sensitive lower lips. “Hmm, Syv.” You open your legs a bit more. “Shit bug, I’ll make you scream.” Syverson growls hotly. “Please do.” You murmur.
With his thumb he pulls aside one of your lower lips. “Look at that glisten.” He smirks smugly. “I think I will have a taste.” He whispers. He runs his tongue between your folds. “Ooooh.” You can’t help a loud moan. Sy smirks against your folds. His tongue circles around your clit. You swear under your breath. It’s just that good. Sy knows precisely how to touch you.
“Fuck, I missed this bug.” He grunts. Then he sucks down on your clit. You cry out his name. You sure as hell missed this part of him too, although you pledge to not be that shallow. But there is no denying it now. Hot blood courses through your veins and lightning through your spine. Too long did you have to do without him.
His tongue wanders lower, teasing your core. You arch your knees up and tilt your pelvis forward, for the right angle. He presses his tongue into your core. You all but scream his name again. This is exactly what you need. His tongue reaches inside you as far as he can get. His chin is all the way against your pelvis. You are pretty sure your skin will be raw and red from his beard, once he’s well and done with you.
He explores you. He reacquaints himself with your core. And you can only moan and tremble. You are weak under his touch. Even the way his big hands grab at your thighs is perfect. Even that, you love.
Too soon, your climax comes on. Your muscles begin to tense. Sy’s tongue slowly retracts from your core and circles back to your clit. He sucks down again. The tension in your muscles rises. You press his face deeper into your lap. Sy groans in response. He flattens his fingers against your skin. ‘Cum for me’ He taps out in morse code. ‘Almost’ You sign, tapping on the back of his head. Sy backs up a little bit. He presses his tongue flat against your clit
When he begins flicking his tongue, the lightning gets too much. It courses through you, all your muscles tensing as much as they can. You moan keeningly. All your muscles untense. Only the muscles of your core keep pulsing.
Sy laps up your liquid arousal. “You taste so good, bug.” He growls. He sits upright, drawing you against his broad, hard torso. He leans in to kiss you. You taste yourself on his tongue. Softly you moan and move around a bit until you straddle his lap. His hands cup your ass and his tongue explores your mouth.
You press tightly against his cock. He grunts into your mouth. Slowly he breaks away. “Oh fucking hell bug, I want to be inside you so bad.” He whispers. “I want to repay the favour first.” You cooe. Sy smirks. “I won’t hold you back from doing that.” He purrs. He allows you to slip out of his lap.
You back up, slipping out of bed. You kneel and beckon. Syverson scoots to the edge of the bed. He sits there, naked as on his birth, legs open wide and cock pointing to the ceiling. You really have to control the urge to just straddle him and ride him for all he is worth. That will have to wait for later.
You slide between his legs and curl your fingers around his hard, thick cock. “Oh baby I missed you.” You cooe. With your other hand you carefully encase his balls. Gently you begin to massage his balls. Sy softly grunts in response. “You look mouth watering, Sy.” You purr. Syverson smirks down on you. “Go ahead, have a taste.” He says teasingly. You lean over and lick the head of his cock. Sy groans, his eyes sliding shut. “Oh that’s nice, bug.” He murmurs. You take him slowly into your mouth. First only the head of his cock. Then you slowly take in more of him. Sy knots his fingers into your hair.
You splay your fingers over his thighs. Sy understands the signal. He begins to slowly fuck your mouth. You can only helplessly moan and hollow your cheeks. Syvrson grunts and groans wildly.
Too soon you drags you off of his cock. “I don’t wana cum yet bug.” He grunts. “Very well.” You stand up. Sy looks up at you. “Fuck, you are gorgeous.” He murmurs. He wraps his arms around you, his huge hands cupping your butt cheeks. Lewdly he gropes at them. “Hmmm fuck, Sy, I need you.” You whisper. “Then you will have me.” He replies.
He scoots backwards, against the headboard. “Come have me.” He rumbles. You crawl over to him. You straddle his lap and let your fold kiss the length of his cock. “Put your knees under it bug.” Sy murrs. You oblige and get up onto your knees, kneeling over his cock. Sy drags a finger down your spine, all the way to your folds. He tests your wetness. “Go ahead.” He whispers. You sink down on him.
Slowly, inch by slow inch, you accept him into your core. “Oohoohoo fuck, I missed this so much bug.” Sy groans darkly. “I missed you too.” You cooe. You lean in for a slow languid kiss. Sy grabs you by the hips and drags you all the way down. “Tonight is the night baby.” He murmurs. “Are you going to do it to me tonight?” You purr. “Yes I am.” Syverson nods.
You ride him, slowly, your body pressed tightly against him. You are encased in his arms, warm and safe. His hands wander over your back, into your hair and sometimes cup your ass. His hips rock gently into your motion. It is a perfect dance, your bodies moving in familiar sync.
His big hand cups your cheek and guides your mouth to his own. You kiss him deeply and moan when his tongue explores your mouth. Your stroke your own tongue along his and he grunts back at you.
“Hmmm fuck bug, I ain’t gona last too long.” He growls. “I know baby, I know. It’s fine. We can do it again in the morning and several times during the day and in the evening, tomorrow.” You cooe. Gently you stroke his face and kiss him again. His grip on you tightens, crushing you against his wickedly broad torso. You moan loudly to his lips.
He can feel that he is close by the way his hips are bucking, harder than before. His grip on you losens. You lean backwards. “That’s good.” Sy nods. He slides his hand between your bodies. He seeks your clit out with his thumb.
He begins to rub gentle circles on your clit. His slow thrusts combined with his rubbing swiftly usher in a second orgasm. “Together?” You whisper. Sy nods. “Together bug. Gona knock you the hell up.” He murrs. Those words, in that thone, are the kicker. You give in and let your climax take you apart.
Your inner walls cling to Syverson’s cock. With loud grunts and spasmodic thrusts, he spends himself inside you. “Damn baby, the way you clamp down makes me crazy.” He grunts. With his hands on your hips he keeps you down on his cock.
He slowly pulls out when he is fully flaccid. Most of his cum leaks out of you, lading on his huge thigh. “I shoulda plug you up bug.” Sy teases.
You flop down in the sheets and watch on as Sy wipes the semen from his thigh and cock. You nudge your head against his hip. “Welcome home Sy.” You murmur. “Glad to be bug.” Sy lays down as well and pulls you into his arms. You nose into him and quickly nod off.
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