therapyandprozac

[therapyandprozac]

Title: Daddy

Rating: Explicit Smut

Warnings: Daddy kink ofc, Edging, Teasing, Praise kink, Toys, Light BDSM

Words: 1.2k

I didn’t add a name so this is for any fandom or character you wish! (is there a word for this?)

Posted before I could think too much about it 🙈 enjoy ☺️

“Can we talk about something?”

“Yes, love!” He smiles and focuses his attention on you. You blush, you’ve been practicing this conversation in your head for days but you still instantly turn bright red. Doing everything to avoid eye contact you cover your face with your hands. “Wow baby, look at that blush!” He says pulling your arms away from your face, you pull them back to you. However, he’s substantially stronger than you are and easily exposes your face. “What is it?” A huge smile crosses his face.

“I umm,” you start. He guides you to taking a few breaths and staring at the couch. “Well, we’ve been together for a while. We’ve talked about and have done…stuff…” You feel yourself turn into a tomato again as he smirks.

“We have indeed done ‘stuff.’” He laughs.

“What do you want me to call you?” You ask, squeezing your eyes shut.

“What do you mean love?” He asks, trying to understand your vague question.

“Like umm, like daddy or sir or something.” You pause and he stays quiet. Your heart races and you jump into a mini rant. “I just the last time we-, you were very…I don’t know...in character and I wanted to call you a title but I didn’t know which of them, if any, you wanted.” You rattle off incredibly fast before being abruptly stopped by the softest lips you’ve ever felt. A familiar feeling of the anxiety of finishing the question, waves away like a rolling tide, the only thing you needed was for him to respond.

“That,” His voice is deep in an almost growl as he continues. “Is an excellent question. No need for blushes or hiding, you can ask me anything without worry, my love.” He cups your cheek. “Which do you prefer?” He asks, his voice coated in velvet. You blush even deeper and look back at the couch quickly. He raises an eyebrow and repeats the question. You don’t answer, way too embarrassed. He waits a few beats before continuing “Would it help if I told you my favorite?” He whispers against your mouth.

You nod rubbing your nose against his. His pupils flutter as he leans forward and bites your ear gently. “Daddy.” He growls. His voice has a that sultry gravel that he only gets when he’s about to fuck you until you can’t walk. You moan and grind against nothing. He takes that as a sign and grabs you so you’re straddling him.

“You’re so hot when you’re too embarrassed to talk. You talk to people for a living, doll.” He nuzzles and kisses your neck as a blush covers your chest and cheeks. “But when you’re here…with me. You can barely put two words together.” You reach your hand down and palm him through his jeans, his breath quickens and he groans.

“Bed?” You whimper. He nods and follows you up the stairs to your room. Stripping along the way, once you get to the room you’re both completely naked. He pushes you against the door, he puts his thigh between your legs for you to grind against. You moan and whisper “Please…daddy,”

“Yes?” He says as if you aren’t coming undone on his leg.

“Please fuck me, god I need you.”

“As you wish.” He says and tosses you on the bed before he kneels in front of your glistening pussy. He gently runs his tongue up the entirety of your cunt. He toys with your clit making you squirm and beg for more. Quick flicks and slow licks, you love how he takes his time and savors every gasp and whine. He slowly puts two long, thick fingers inside, you groan and roll your hips. He plays your body perfectly massaging your g spot and clit with his thumb. All the while taking each of your hands and cuffing them to the bed. He brings you so close with rhythmic, well practiced precision before rapidly pulling his fingers out of you.

“Nope not yet,” he stands up, licking his fingers and smirking. “I am quite proud of you.” He opens a box with a ribbon on it and pulls out a big pink…something. He’s far away but all questions resolve when you hear the vibrations. He turns around delicately playing with the shaking, not so delicate object in his hands as he continues.

“I’m sure that question was burning in your brain for a while, wasn’t it.” You nod. “I can’t hear you, my sweet thing.” He says in a gentle sing-songy voice (think moriarty) as he walks slowly toward you.

“Way too long.” You whimper, already a desperate mess.

“I can hear you pacing, in the elevator at work…” He steps closer and massages the rumbling toy in his hand.

“You mumble under your breath, rehearsing it in the tub, the car…maybe even our last few times.” You instantly blush so deeply. “Hmm that looks like a yes.” You go to cover your eyes but you're stopped by the cuffs.

“Was daddy your favorite too?” You nod frantically with needy groans. Watching his hands get closer to your cunt, he stops and turns the vibratior off.

“Why?” You whine.

“There’s your beautiful voice!” He exclaims. “When I ask you questions,” he runs his fingers gently up from your legs, across your stomach, between your tits and up your neck, placing it finally and firmly to the side of your head to balance himself steadily above you.

“It’s because I want to hear your answers, doll.” He leans in and rests just above your lips, you feel his breath on your lips. “So I ask again, what was your favorite one?” He whispers, the faint minty and familiar feeling of him talking into your mouth washes over you. You smile under his lips and gather all of the brat and (something)) energy you’ve pent up, sass laced tongue and with direct eye contact.

“Daddy.” The smugness falls from your face when you hear the vibratior turn on. A dark and twisted semi sadistic smile covers his face. He breathes in the moment time feels stopped while he looks you over. Light perspiration and pleading eyes, he loves teasing and gentle mind games with his desperate little plaything.

“Mmm, that's my girl.” His voice runs across gravel as he pins the toy to your clit. You cry out and immediately hold your breath to silence yourself. “Breathe baby!” You gasp and when you catch your breath you muffle yourself again and groan under your voice.

“For the love of,” he pulls the toy away and you whine. He taps your clit with the device making a rhythm of whines and groans spill from you. He goes on too long just teasing and taunting…edging you. He hasn’t edged you in so long.

“Oh god yes please, more daddy please please!!”

“Yes, beautiful sweetheart,” he whispers and bites your ear lobe, continuing his tormenting of your clit. You moan and pant heavily, after one deep breath and turning the vibrator to its max setting, you’re so so close, teetering on the edge until he groans against your ear. “Cum for me, my sweet girl.” Your brain snaps and you cum loudly with your nails digging into his skin a little of his blood runs under your nails. You nearly wail as the first orgasam of a very long night rips through your body.

[therapyandprozac]

Heya it’s been a bit 🙈

I have a question… I’m trying to start writing again but struggling to find a reason. I had some ideas for fics based on Taylor Swift songs, some spicy, some more fluffy. Some are more stories, some are… Would you be interested in this??

[therapyandprozac]

Rough Drabble 🙈 - Long distance is nearly impossible for everyone…except of course the scarlet witch

Wanda x reader — no smut, just fluffy as shit —

Words: 580ish

You are sitting in the airport, her playlist in your headphones, and your bright pink suitcase at your feet. You’re waiting for Wanda to come pick you up, but you don’t mind. You found a nice quiet corner, with the least amount of people and the most amount of plants. Your phone rings for a facetime call and you answer immediately.

“Hello, my love!” You say.

“Hi baby, I went to the wrong airport. Stupid GPS took me to the one just south of us. I’ll be there in…” There is a pause where you can tell she’s looking for her ETA. “27 minutes! I’m so sorry but I’m on my way!”

“Don’t worry about it Wanda, it's really okay! I’ll see you soon, love you!” You smile as she raises her hand and signs “I love you” in ASL. Hanging up, your music starts again and you rest your head against the wall. It was a six-hour flight and you were exhausted. You’re lightly jostled awake. Through foggy eyes, you see long red hair and jump to your feet. Hugging her so tight, you were glad to have her in your arms again. Hugs, tears, and kisses are shared between the two of you. It had only been 4 months since you last saw each other but it felt like a year. She throws your carry-on over her shoulder and holds your hand, on the way to the car.

“Look see I made a sign and got flowers and everything for when you got off the plane but my dumb-ass GPS made me miss it.” Wanda says feigning anger as you open her car door.

“They are lovely, baby.” You lean over and kiss her over the armrest. “I appreciate the thought.” You whisper into her mouth as she shakes her head.

“Alright, home!” She says triumphantly as she kisses you a final time before starting the car. She tries to turn on the music but the Bluetooth doesn’t connect, she fuses with it for a bit. You open your phone and laugh.

“Your car likes me better! I guess it’s my turn to pick the music!” You stick out your tongue at her and she jokingly glares at you. You put on your long distance playlist and hold her hand for the whole ride. Talking about the flight and catching up, you remember just how much you missed her. While she‘s focused on the road. She starts singing to the music and you smile. Her voice is like a blanket wrapping around you, safe and warm. You’re focused on the profile of her face, the curve of her nose, her beautiful blue eyes. You are completely enamored by the entirety of her.

When you arrive home you drop your stuff just inside the door. Before she pushes you gently against the wall and kisses you. Low and slow, not out of passion or need. Just those kisses you give after so long apart, soft, and love filled.

Most people are awful and I can always find a flaw or something I hate about them. She’s the only person who you don’t have anything you don’t like about her, she’s perfect in every way. She doesn’t see what I see…she sees flaws and imperfections, where they simply do not exist.

[therapyandprozac]

Sleeptalking

Rating: Explicit

Words: 600ish

Warnings: Somnophilia

Description: What a fun way to wake up.

This is a short drabble about a dream I had. I didn’t add a name so this is for any fandom or character you wish!

He’s asleep, and he starts mumbling incoherently. His voice is in that tone that you only hear in the bedroom. “Mine.” He grunts as he absent-mindedly grinds against your thigh. You press up into his groin gently to encourage him to continue. 

He groans and keeps talking “Baby girl look at you.” The ‘you’ drones on as he slips back under. You let out a full moan, you covered your mouth immediately worried you woke him up. He was still passed out but he just got substantially harder. You smirk and moan again he ruts against your thigh in response. 

“More” Okay you can do more you think before you very carefully move out of his grasp and straddle him without actually touching him. You both have talked about this,  sleep sex, which was a major kink you both shared. You’ve been sitting here listening to your fiancé grunt and groan while you could do nothing about it. You are absolutely soaking wet by now. You gingerly grab his cock and line it up with your cunt. Slowly you fill yourself with him. Watching his face contort with pleasure you bend over him placing your hands on either side of his torso you sit on your knees over him gently pulsing up and down. You’re trying to make him cum before he wakes up. Every other time, when he is conscious he would control it and pace himself but he’s dead asleep. His body naturally comes hard three more rolls of your hips have him cumming inside your happily awaiting cunt.

A beautiful moan ripped out of him as he was riding the high of his orgasm. He opens his eyes, sleep in the corners of them. “Wow.” There’s a pause “You actually did it!” He smiles full of pride. You smack his chest playfully. You’ve been talking about this for months. You lift your hips to get off him and before you can move his hands are holding you firmly in place. “No, no, no. We’re not done.” His eyes switched from playful to primal in a split second. You whimper and clench around him. 

The dawn sun peering through the windows as you are flipped in one swift motion onto your back. You gasp only to be met with a firm kiss. He pulls out of you slowly wanting to see his cum trickle out of your gaping pussy. He growls as it drips down between your ass. “Fuck.” He groans and before you can say anything he starts eating you out. He works your cunt and has you cumming before you can even moan his name. When you do, you involuntarily draw out each letter of it as a once-in-a-lifetime orgasm rocks your body in waves. He nurses your aching clit and draws one more gentle orgasm as you shiver from the overstimulation. He kisses up your stomach, chest, and neck before laying back and pulling you into his chest. Your breathing slows as you come down from your high. 

“Thank gods you finally did it! Been waiting to wake up deep inside you for a long time.” He groans, wrapping his big arms around you. 

“Maybe I’ll try something more fun next time.” You wink even though he can’t see your face, snuggled under his chin. You fall asleep thinking of more ways to tease him awake. 

[therapyandprozac]

We're Eating Out Tonight

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1100

Warnings: Oral Sex, Deep Throating, Grinding, Kneeling, Slight Cum Play (only if you squint), Aftercare

Description: Who needs dinner when you're right here. I didn’t add a name so this is for any fandom or character you wish!

You grunt as he pushes you against your bedroom wall. Looking you over once more before melting your lips together again. You moan as his tongue explores your mouth. You attempt to grind on nothing, but he just pushes his groin into you. You can feel his dick through his jeans and your breath hitches as you remember how he feels inside you. You reach down and palm him through his jeans. He groans and falls forward, his arm above your head, using the wall to steady himself. 

He reaches under your skirt and into his favorite lace panties, he smirks. Two fingers drag through your folds, and he growls in your ear when he feels just how wet you already are. He gently plays with your clit, electricity runs up your spine and you moan burying your face in his shoulder. His fingers explore knowingly around your cunt. Suddenly he fills you with two fingers, curling them right where you want them. 

“Mine.” A deep growl, possessive and you were not about to fight him on it. 

“Yes, yes, yes, of course, all yours, please!” You whimper and moan as he slowly pumps his thick fingers in and out of you at an agonizing pace. You groan needing more. As if he could read your mind he uses his thumb to rub your clit. You moan and grind into him, he smirks and pulls his hand out and licks clean his two fingers. 

“I want to eat you out.” He says matter of fact as if what he said wasn’t mind-meltingly hot. It caught you off guard but god you wanted nothing more than that. You rush to take off your panties and get in the middle of the bed. He follows slowly, eyes carefully studying his beautiful baby’s curves as you settle in. He joins you still fully clothed but you don’t mind. Watching his ass and bulge move in those jeans is definitely worth it. 

He sits between your legs and lifts your shirt off. Unclips your bra and throws it haphazardly across the room. His lips are on your breast before it even touches the ground, sucking and playing with your nipple with his tongue. Kissing down your body, your belly, your stretch marks, and your scars. His face is just inches from your pussy and he kitten licks your clit making you wiggle and try to grind on him. He growls and grabs your hips. 

“Stay!” His eyes fill with fire as he holds you still. You moan and nod furiously, stopping movement immediately. He always knows exactly what you need even when you don’t. He resumes kissing and licking your sweet cunt. “Fuck I missed you.” He whispers to himself and his pussy. He really did miss this, it’s been two weeks since you've seen each other. Having you back, finally, he is not going to waste this moment. He moans and dives in mouth open and begins fucking you senseless. He loves eating you out and you can tell. When he eats you he loses control, and this time is no different. His fingers delicately play with you toying you closer and closer to your release. His tongue dances with your clit and repeatedly assaults your g-spot from his fingers within moments you’re cumming. Lightning ignites in your cunt and sends electricity to every nerve ending in your body. He works his fingers to bring you the through your orgasm. 

You whimper, coming down from your high. He takes his clothes off and you see how hard he is from just eating you out.

“Can I- '' you crawl to the edge of the bed and pause. 

“Yes.” He adds after a moment. His voice is deep and calm…and so fucking hot oh my god. 

“Can I suck you off please?” You whisper a slight whine, pleading in your voice. He smirks in response and outstretches his hand to help you up and kisses you breathless. You push him to sit down as you kneel between his legs. Your knees adjust to the cold hard floor. You moan looking down at his thick cock, your mouth already watering. You kiss up his shaft and wrap your lips around him when you reach the tip. Sucking in soft pulses before taking more of him in your mouth. He’s heavy on your tongue and the feeling makes you groan as he fills your mouth so perfectly. 

“You are beautiful, lips stretched wide just for me.” He runs his fingers through your hair  gripping it into a ponytail and gently pulling you down on him. He growls when you choke for the first time, something primal ignites in him and he needs more. You suck and lick everything you can but when he starts forcing your head down you moan around him and he pulls your head down even further. He groans, getting carried away he pushes you all the way down, you gag automatically. 

You savor every moment, your eyes water and your vision blurs as he stretches your throat open so beautifully. You moan as much as you can around him. You look up and see him, a light sweat making his skin shimmer in the dim light. His eyes catch yours and you can see he’s close, you smile mostly with your eyes because your mouth is full. Swallowing him over and over to bring him to his climax. He knows you love to taste him so as he groans, he pulls you up so you're not deep throating him anymore. You suck and lick everything you can, you work your hand up and down his shaft. 

“Cum daddy please!” You say, pulling off of him. Immediately rushing back to fill your mouth with him. He pulses I’m your mouth and cums. Delicious strings of him fill your mouth, you moan milking him for every drop. You stop only when he pulls you off due to overstimulation. You wipe your chin and suck on your finger. He watches you and pulls you into a desperate kiss. 

“God I love you.” He says between kisses. He pulls you up into his arms and rolls over you so you're both on your pillows and snuggled up. You giggle as he starts talking again. “You are way to fucking good at that!” You bury your face onto his neck. He laughs and you feels the vibration through his neck making you smile. 

“We’re doing that tomorrow right?” You say quietly. 

“Oh fuck yeah!” He says squeezing you closer to him and covering you both in a comfy blanket. 

[therapyandprozac]

Together Again, at Last.

Title: Together Again, at Last

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3.5k

Ship: Dean x Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: !!GUNS!!, vaginal gun fucking, established relationship, mafia!bucky, dom/dom/sub, pet names/honorifics, begging, bondage, over stimulation, oral sex 

Description: Hi everyone! This is very very kinky! You’ve been warned. Reader doesn't need to breathe 🙈

You have been dating Bucky and Dean for a while, and it's going really well. However, always being out on missions and work makes it hard to see each other in person often. So when you do get to be together it's intense, to say the least. Months of teasing and sexy pictures, all culminate in bliss when you finally get to touch each other. 

Driving up to your house you see two cars in your driveway. One an old black Impala and the other a sleek black Corvette. You smile, a blush already creeping up your neck at the anticipation of what is about to happen. You grab your suitcase and walk up to the door. Your heart rate steadily increases, with each step. You open the door, your breath catches, and you honestly forget how to breathe for a second.

You see Dean in a beat-up brown, leather jacket, dirty dark denim jeans, and even dirtier combat boots. He is sitting on a barstool facing you, drinking a beer, a crooked smile forming as his eyes meet yours. Bucky is sitting next to him. His suit jacket is thrown over the bar, white button-up, unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Neat, pressed black pants to match the jacket and black, freshly shined shoes. His expression doesn't seem to change as he looks you up and down, taking another sip of his scotch. You drop your suitcase and run over to give them both a big hug, it's been months since you last saw your boys.

“Miss me, doll?” Bucky whispers. 

“You know I di- did.” You stutter out as Dean places gentle kisses on your neck. “Are we still doing our plans for tonight?” You ask, grabbing Dean’s hair and pulling him further up your neck. 

“Of course, Princess. Safewords?” He asks with his eyebrows furrowed, looking at you and Bucky.

“Green,” You say, biting your lips between your teeth to keep from smiling. 

Bucky licks up your neck to your ear and whispers, “Yellow,” In a deep, almost growl. 

“Red.” Dean says his cockeyed smirk shifting his face into a devious expression. You grab both of their wrists and drag them to the bedroom, not that they needed dragging to follow you. Dean lays on the bed one arm behind his head, and that stupid smirk is still on his face. Bucky lays next to Dean, palming him through his jeans. Dean groans and pushes up into Bucky’s hand. 

“I want to see you, sweetheart.” Bucky’s voice is already laced with control and power. “Strip.” You almost frantically take off your travel clothes. Usually, you would take your time and try to be overtly sexual but right now you just want them on you, around you…in you, a whimper leaves your throat at the thought. You rip your shirt and shorts off carelessly, throwing them both across the room. You blush being newly exposed and wrap your arms around your waist and cross your legs a bit. 

“Hey, no, it's been too long since we've seen you. We want to see our baby.” Dean says, his voice sounding like he’s pleading. You drop your arms cautiously looking at the ground and bite your lip. “That's my good girl.” 

“Come here doll, before we tie you up and torture that pussy. I want you to grind on my leg.” Bucky’s words are slow and melt your brain as you straddle him on the bed. You adjust yourself so your arms are wrapped tight around his neck as you rock your hips gently above his pants not quite making contact. He groans and puts his hands on your hips, shoving you down on top of him. 

“Wait, I don't want to ruin your pants.” You mutter, some sense of reason coming to your mind. Bucky doesn’t say anything, he digs his fingers into your hips as he moves your body so you are forced to grind on him. You don't need any more convincing. Finally having friction on your cunt, electricity shoots up your spine, and you moan as you roll your hips desperate for more. 

“Oh that’s a good girl.” Dean growls. Watching you from the other side of the bed, rubbing himself through his jeans. He climbs over to where you are and sucks a beautiful hickey into your neck right in the spot that has you gasping, he knows you too well. He unbuckles your bra and throws it somewhere in the room, no one was paying enough attention to care. “Look up babe.” Dean says to Bucky because he was entranced in you rubbing yourself on his pants. Bucky groans when he looks up to see your tits in his face. He starts shallowly bouncing his thigh into you to force more pressure under you. He pulls one of your breasts into his mouth and toys with your nipple. You're close, so close to the edge when a pair of hands stops your hips. You let out an angry groan and look at Bucky’s hands holding you still. 

“I didn’t say you could cum, did I?” Bucky says with a sly smile. You shake your head no and lean over to kiss Dean. His tongue slips into your mouth and your legs give out pulling him closer to you. You try to wiggle your hips as much as you can for any friction. A moan escapes your lips as you finally feel denim rub slightly under your clit. Your eyes shoot open as Bucky flips you onto your back in one swift motion as if you weighed nothing.

You watch Dean walk to the dresser to get something. He walks away and you see a bulge in the back of his pants. 

“What’s that?” You ask quietly, already knowing the answer. Dean turns around slowly, reaching behind him and pulling out a Colt M1911 and placing it in your hand. 

“Here.” He smirks. You moan, the ridges on the bottom of the barrel make you whimper at the thought of…” no not that, they’d think you're crazy” you think to yourself. Lost in the thought you hear Bucky unholster his, with eyes wide you look at him. 

“Do you want to hold it?” Bucky asks, holding his gun in his hands. 

“Yes.” You whimper and nod furiously and he hands it to you. It’s warm because it was so close to Bucky’s body. You see their personalities in their weapon of choice. You haven’t seen this gun on Bucky before though. It has a long black silencer on the end of a gun. It feels so heavy, but as you hold it you imagine what this beautiful weapon could do to your cunt.

Almost like they can read your mind, they take their weapons from you and set them down. Bucky takes off his tie and wraps one end around your wrist tying the other end to the bedpost. You whimper and Dean laughs, grabbing his hand cuffs and clasping one around your hand and the other to the other bedpost. 

“Go on, test them.” Dean growls. You shake your arms and pull hard but you can’t get out. Their smiles widen and their eyes darken. “First.” Dean hisses out. “I’ve wanted to eat this pussy for months!” He says before burying his face in your cunt. You moan and cry out as he expertly eats you out. He sucked your clit lightly through his teeth and you thrashed before cumming for the first time of the night. 

“Who said you could cum?” Bucky says once your vision comes back. Unbuckling his belt and unsheathing it in one swift motion. He quickly slaps your thighs with it, the crack sound bouncing off the walls. You yelp and moan from the pain and the beautiful sting of where the leather kissed your skin. “Answer me!” His voice is dark and emotionless, you shiver. 

“No one. I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t mean to! I swear!” You plead as best you can with your hands tied to either side of your head. Bucky growls hearing his title on your lips for the first time in a while. 

“You are not allowed to cum until we say so, understand?” Dean snaps. 

“Yes yes yes please I'm sorry!” You beg.

“I think we need a gag, what do you think love?” Bucky turns to Dean and asks.  Dean smirks and doesn’t waste a second climbing on top of you and lining himself up with your mouth. 

“Show me your blink for red!” He commands. You blink SOS in morse code and he responds by forcing himself down your throat. You gag and choke around him it’s been a while since anyone’s mouth fucked you. He moans your warmth surrounding his length just like he craved for so long. “Mmm look at you, teary eyed and desperate. You missed this as much as I have, haven’t you?” You try to nod your head as best you can, but all you can do is groan around him. 

“Mm no need to answer sweetheart.” Bucky says with a smile in his voice. You feel his two thick fingers run through your wetness and you whimper. “She fucking loves it Dean, taste.” He whispers the last word into Dean's ear and he groans, opening his mouth and looking over his shoulder. You see them lock eyes as Bucky gently places his fingers on Dean’s tongue. Wrapping his lips around them and moans as the taste of you fills his mouth. He thrusts into your mouth absentmindedly. You have missed having him in your mouth, heavy and hot, choking you into bliss. You cough and he turns back to you.  

“Aww what is it Angel?” He leans forward quickly and violently grabs the headboard. He stares down at you, a wicked smile on his face. You groan around him as he starts mouth fucking you. Your breathing is cutting in and out as he rides your face aggressively. 

Bucky kisses your thighs and lets out a desperate sigh. Before licking all of your cunt in one stroke with his tongue curved at the end. Collecting your wetness and moans finally having you back in his mouth. He holds you there savoring every moment of tasting you. He smiles and licks your clit gently, just enough to tease you. Before settling into eating you out like he’s done hundreds of times. Bucky always knew how to work you and everytime it was mind blowing. He runs one finger through your folds and presses it into you, curling it back toward him a few times. Right after he adds a second finger and you moan around Dean. Bucky’s tongue working your clit and his fingers curling up onto your g spot make you see stars. He pumps his fingers in and out bringing you so close, before pulling them out completely. He sits back on his heels and sucks his fingers cleaning himself and savoring the taste of you. You groan angrily and Dean pulls out of your mouth.

“Please!” You whine, desperate to be full again. You wiggle your hips and reach your feet out to touch them. They both grab an ankle and glare at you. Bucky grabs his belt from the floor and Dean unbuckles and pulls his out with one hand. They use their belts to tie your ankles to the bed frame. It is awkward to tie with them but they get you secure and safely tied up. You wiggle but can’t move any of your limbs. You whimper, your pussy clenching around nothing. 

“Look at you шлюха, naked, tied to our bed...” Bucky continues talking with fondness in his voice. Your eyes wander to the end table where their guns are laid out. “Mmm look at her Dean. Desperate eyes glued to our guns. It’s almost like we’re not even here.” You violently shake your head no. 

“No that’s not it, I promise!” You blurt out. 

“What is it, doll face?” Bucky smirks with a knowing look in his eye. You squeeze your eyes tight and tug, futilely at your restraints, trying to cover your face. “I haven’t seen this much embarrassment on you in a while.”

“Look at the blush covering her body. This is gonna be a good one.” Dean adds. “Come on angel, tell us.” His voice rasps as he drops his voice a few octaves. You stutter for a couple minutes trying to say it but your face just gets more red. 

Bucky gets an idea, he walks to the end table and picks up his gun. He looks it up and down in his hands. You look at Dean but he's watching Bucky, smiling knowing his plan. Bucky steps beside you and points the barrel of his gun at your head. Your legs start shaking as he stares stone faced down the barrel at you. Suddenly you realize, this is the final moments of the people who cross Bucky. 

“Please! Please!” You grind against nothing and whine. 

“Please what?” Bucky stares down at you, lifting a quizzical eyebrow. You mumble something trying to pass it off. “Please what?!” Bucky repeats louder. 

“Please fuck me with your guns!” You shout quickly. Bucky lifts his gun away from your face and you can’t help but exhale. Dean growls, running his hand through his hair. You squirm trying to hide your face again unsuccessfully. 

“Oh angel. All you had to do was ask.” Dean says. They look at their weapons and choose Bucky’s gun. Its long black silencer is perfect for this situation. Bucky runs the tip of the barrel through your wetness, circling your clit. The barrel feels freezing against your hot cunt, you shiver and groan, wiggling in your restraints. 

“Please, please!” You plead desperate for the firearm to be inside you. Dean smiles and gets down next to Bucky. He licks and sucks on your clit as Bucky finally inserts the cold steel into you. Your eyes roll I got the back of your head as you attempt to rock your hips. 

“Still.” Dean says taking a break from teasing your clit. You freeze, unmoving but moaning and groaning as Bucky uses his gun as an extension of himself. It feels like when he fingers you, just with (more metal hehe cause his fingers are metal anyway. a weapon that could kill you in a second. You want more, so much more. 

“More!” You whine straddling the line between desperation and pathetic. Dean stands up and arms himself. 

“Look at you, stunning, tied up, helpless.” He stays studying your body up and down. He climbs on the bed and straddles your face. He stares down, growls and opens your mouth. “I’ve missed your mouth, been on the road to long.” He mutters almost completely to himself as he pushes gently in and out of your eager mouth. 

You’re full! A beautiful once cold weapon is quickly becoming hotter as it’s thrust in and out of you. The man handling the weapon is a well known mob boss who’s killed thousands with the very same gun that’s filling your cunt. The man deliciously filling your mouth was one of a kind, a demon hunter with a cock so sweet it’s like chocolate. You missed this so much! 

Bucky works his gun like magic exactly at the angle to have you gasping. Dean stands up and tilts Bucky’s head back. It’s such a soft moment, they share a kiss then both eyes snap back to you. “What do you think Buck, should we let her cum?” He whispers in Bucky’s ear. Bucky never stopped his tantalizing thrusting. 

“Please can I cum please!” You whimper and whine, grinding on the pistol. 

“Okay but once you do you're not allowed to stop.” Bucky smirks that sly smile. You moan and cry out ‘yes’ as he drives the weapon into your g spot over and over. You cum for the second time tonight with Bucky’s gun trigger deep in your pussy. He pulls it out of you and sucks the barrel down his throat, tasting everything you left him. 

“Oh please can I be on my hands and knees and have you in my mouth and you in my cunt.” You beg when your voice comes back you. They both fall silent and untie you, gently rubbing your wrists and ankles to alleviate any pain. Quickly and desperately you get into position. Bucky in front of your face and Dean lining up to plow into your cunt. “Oh god.” You whimper and moan this is really happening! You’ve been fantasizing about this since that last time you fucked. “Please, please, please!” You beg until your throat is full of cock. Bucky really loses control when he’s fucking your mouth. It’s no wonder he does you’re so warm and desperately sucking for him. 

A deep growl escapes Dean's lips as he thrust balls deep into you without hesitation. They get a rhythm going and you’re just bouncing between their cocks. Neither of them back off and sometimes they both thrust so hard your body feels like a spring. 

Bucky grabs a handful of your hair pulling it hard as he works himself in and out of your mouth faster as his breathing quickens. He’s panting above you, you feel him pulse in your throat, he’s about to cum, you’ve missed the taste of him. 

“Dean, cum down her throat.” Bucky growls. Dean didn’t have to be told twice he growled and he picked up his pace again. He thrusts in and out of your throat, stretching and filling you. His pattern staggered as he gets closer to cumming. You need him so bad, need to taste him on your tongue.

You feel him pulse and jolt in your mouth. You are flooded with a sense of euphoria as he fills your throat and cums. The fluid flowing over your throat and tounge, you’re literally addicted to him. You feel whole as he works through the after shocks of his orgasm in your mouth. 

“Oh fuck I’m gon-“ Dean pants heavily. You push Bucky out of your mouth and he stumbles backward gently. 

“INSIDE! Please daddy please cum inside my pussy!” You shout, your voice raspy from Bucky’s dick. He immediately bends over you and pins your neck to the bed he whispers in your ear. 

“Come on my needy princess cum for me!” He bites your ear lobe and you cum, hard. He cums deep inside you, your pussy milking every drop from him. He slowly pulls out and watches his cum mix with yours. He licks the mixture into his mouth before kissing it into Bucky’s mouth. You turn onto your back and watch them kiss while your cunt continues throbbing. When they look down at you, you’ve caught your breath but you’re a moaning mess. 

 You close your eyes when a strong vibration kisses your clit. 

“Ah!!” You gasp, your clit is so sensitive. Dean’s holding a wand, your favorite wand. It’s on the lowest setting but it’s taking your breath away. 

“Color?” He asks. 

“Green.”

“I’m not gonna let go of your beautiful clit, you're going to weep as the pain and pleasure melts your brain.” He pauses, as you blink at him trying to process what he just said. “Color?”

“Oh dear lord please please green, all the green.” You writhe still unbelievably wanting more. 

He starts slowly teasing your clit, it hurts, it feels like electricity is running through your body. He presses the wand firmly against your clit. The pain sparkles up your arms it goes up to almost unbearable pain and then it twists and feels like heaven. You’re desperate again pleading and whining grinding on the vibrator until you cum and your brain shuts off, replaced with fireworks. The relentless vibrator means you can’t savor the orgasm for long as the process starts over and over again. He does this until your eyes start to water. 

“Please sir please sir!” You cry out. 

“What's wrong baby I thought you wanted to cum?” He asks just as it twists into good pain again and you’re seeing stars cumming so hard you stop breathing. You cum three more times before he finally pulls the vibrator away to your dismay. He kisses your cunt and places his whole hand over it. It is so sweet and feels so good on your sore pussy. “You did so good doll!” He pulls his hand away and kisses gently from your pussy up to your neck. 

“I knew better than anyone how kinky you were, but I did not know that.” Dean says

“You hid that very well! We are around guns all the time how did you hide that they turned you on like that.” Bucky chuckles.

“It wasn’t easy but I’m glad you found out. That was…I will remember that for the rest of my life.”

“Damn I’d say we did alright Buck.”

“Alright fuckers! Snuggles than beer and dinner, sound good?” You say laying onto the center of the bed with out stretched arms. They join you and snuggle into your arms just holding each other. Together again, at last.

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Bucky Helps You Get Revenge!

Hi guys!! This is just a drabble only 180 words🙈 mostly a self indulgent fic but I hope you enjoy it!!

WARNINGS: Guns, canon violence, murder of an abuser

You saw ‘him’ on a mission, the one person you wanted to never see again was in front of you, and he didn't recognize you. You hoped it was because of the mask and not because he forgot what he did to you.

“Buck.” You say calmly into your com. Bucky turns around to see you're shaking with your gun drawn, in front of a begging man on his knees. He stands next to you, gun pointed at the man's head out of caution.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, not knowing who is at the end of his barrel.

“It’s him…Him.” You whisper. Bucky doesnt say anything just chuckles under his breath.

“I feel the responsible thing to say is getting revenge won’t fix your problem.” He pauses and you nod. “Or we make him unrecognizeable.”

“I prefer that option.” Half cocked smiles covering both of your faces as he begs and pleads for his life. You laugh before taking the first shot, square on his forehead. He falls backward, you and Bucky unload the rest of each of your clips into his corpse.

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Always! Wake Me Up!

This is my first fic in a while. I had my partner proofread and they liked it, I hope you do too! I wrote this very late at night and didn’t add a name so this is an any fandom you wish fic, basically this can work for any character.

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     He has always been the sweetest to you, especially after a scene where he’s basically been beating you for 30 minutes. You're cuddled together on the bed, he’s half asleep up against your back. His foot is touching yours, so you try something that you saw on TikTok. You move your foot forward, just barely out of the way of his toes. It takes about 30 seconds for his half-asleep brain to understand what happened. When it does he jolts his foot back onto yours. You giggle quietly and try again, pulling your foot slowly away he reacts just as quickly but a little more aggressively this time. You decide to test your luck and pull away one more time. 

     Deep in the chest of your boyfriend, forms a dark growl that rises up into a rough “Mine!” As he fully twists your leg under his. Your eyes go wide and you squish your legs together, feeling your anticipating pussy send shivers up your spine. He falls back asleep and you keep squeezing your legs together chasing and craving an orgasm. 

     Your breathing increases and stutters, when behind you “Well,” vibrates through your body. You go stiff as a board pretending nothing happened when you notice pressure on your ass. You turn bright red and hot “He’s hard! I must have been rubbing against him, oh god, oh god.” You think in a panic. 

     “Mmm, my love.”

     “Yes.” You whisper, covering your eyes with your hands so fast. 

     “You woke me up.”

     “I know, I’m sorry!” You bury further into your hands. 

     “No, you're not.” With a smile on his lips that you hear but can’t see, you curl into a ball of embarrassment. He chuckles and pulls you up and over his legs so you’re straddling him. “Does my baby need more?” He says as you bury your face into his shoulder. “Mmm you were just tied to the vibrator for an hour Darlin, I even lost count of how many times my pussy came tonight.” He said moving his hand possessively to your clit and teasing you. Your shoulders drop against him as you moan and your body involuntarily shakes. He laughs and waits for you to sit back up. His voice is rough with sleep “You want more?” he asks. You nod your head from behind your hands. “Words, angel.” He says gently pulling your hands away from your face. 

     “Yes, yes please.” You whisper avoiding his gaze. 

     “You’re so hot mmm, I want you to ride me.” He says running his fingertips up and down your thighs, you nod pleadingly. “Mm, that's my good girl.” 

     You groan, beginning to grind against his dick. You sit up on your knees to line him up, using his tip to play with your clit. You tease him by just barely taking it in, just the head over and over until he groans impatiently and pulls you all the way onto him. You yelp and moan as your hand falls to his chest, he has an evil smile and tired eyes. You lose just about all shame as you grind your hips up and down on him. Taking in everything he gave, feeling it rip out and rush back in. He was the perfect size for you, enough to fill you good and tight but big enough to cause that slightly painful stretch you’ve grown addicted to. 

     You never lasted long on top, because you knew where your g spot was and exactly how to use his dick to fuck yourself senseless. Gasps and moans escape your lips as he just smiles that coy smile, loving watching you bounce on him. It isn’t long until you are so close to coming you beg for help and he chuckles. He grabs your hips in his hands and starts rolling thrusts up into you. You collapse your face back, buried in his shoulder, moaning uncontrollably.

     “Please, please, please!” You gasp so close. He moans but doesn’t say anything. “Mm please, daddy please let me cum.” He groans sitting up pushing you flat on your back. One more dark chuckle as he loses himself in your pussy. Thrusting, pushing and pulling, so fast you’re eyes roll to the back of your head. He hits deep and hard as you cum, short circuiting your brain. He groans but keeps the same speed and your pussy is crying from overstimulation. That beautiful rain before the sun, the pain overtakes your writhing body before it shifts, and it feels like heaven is running through your veins again. 

      “Ahh mmm daddy, daddy please cum inside me please!” You choke out between moans. He groans and keeps plowing into your sweet cunt until you cry out in ecstasy, cumming for the final time tonight. You can feel him pulse as he cums violently inside you. He is groaning and grunting while still pushing and pulling in and out of you. He has his arms to either side of your head as he slows, his breathing shutters as he pulls out of you. 

     “Mmm, I can’t believe you almost didn’t wake me up.” He whispers in your ear. “Always. Wake me up!” He growls.

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Hello 🙈 I’m sorry for not posting in so long!! It has been a hectic but life changing few months!! I finally started dating my best friend 🤭 I moved states, found my chosen family, and so much else!!

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Buried Memories

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Best Friend Reader / Married Stucky / Reader x Wanda (Small and Fluffy)

Rating: Mature 18+ (Angst with tiny bit of comfort at the end)

Words: 2560

Warnings: PTSD, Murder, Brainwashing, Harm to a child, Child Murder, No Major Characters Deaths (3 Deaths), Lots and Lots of Hurt, Panic Attack, Flashback, Discussion of Trauma Memories, Mention of Suicide and SH Scars, Post-Wakanda

Summary: Bucky has scared off everyone he’s ever told his story to. You ask him to tell you with the promise that you'll never leave him. Also cute Stucky :))

“Hey, Buck.” You shout playfully as you open his door. You’ve been his best friend for years, so just barging in isn’t uncommon. You see him sitting with his knees to his chest, arms wrapped around them, and his hair covering his face as he rested it on his knees. Your voice snaps him out of it and he stands up unreasonably fast.

“Hi Y/N! What’s up?” He blurts out as he wipes his eyes and fixes his hair. 

“Bucky.” You start walking up to him, he takes a step back, and you freeze. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing doll, I’m alright!” He says unconvincingly as he looks everywhere but at you. 

“No, don't lie to me.” You step closer to him but he doesn't back away this time.

“Just some PTSD stuff. I’ll be fine, I promise.” His fake smile is painted on his face. You nod slowly and go sit on his bed. 

“Tell me about it.” You say quietly and Bucky laughs. “I’m serious.” You speak more confidently. He stares at you, uncertainty in his eyes.

“You’re not ready for that.” He shakes his head. 

“Yeah I am, I know who you are. Nothing you say will ever change the fact that I love you.” You cross your legs on the bed, getting comfortable

“You know who I am, but you don’t really know what I’ve done. Anything you’re thinking, it’s worse.” He is staring exclusively at the floor. “No one has been able to handle knowing what I did. They all said they'd never leave but by the end, I was too scary for them to be around, and I never saw any of them again. You always say I’m not alone, I’m loved, I’m safe, it’s hard to feel loved when the people I love can’t handle who I am.” He says, still looking at the floor, his arm across his chest holding his vibranium arm, trying to make himself as small as possible. 

“Okay come here, love.” You pat the bed in front of you and he hesitantly sits on the bed facing you. “I know that you can't trust this but I'm going to say it anyway.” You reach out to hold his hands and match his gaze. “You can’t scare me off. I am not going anywhere.” You let go of his hands and he looks away from you again.

“Where do you want me to start?” He whispers. This is James Buchanan Barnes. Confident, smart ass Bucky, your Bucky! Looking at him now he’s a shell, all traces of him lost behind bulletproof glass.

“At the beginning.” You say. 

“It was freezing cold, everything hurt. My left arm was laying next to me, both of my legs were broken, I couldn't move. I was in so much pain that I kept passing out. The last time I woke up in the snow, I was surrounded by people. They said they were going to heal me, I thought I was going to die but they saved me. I had no one and nothing else, so I trusted them. A week later the brainwashing started, I was losing large gaps of time and events. I came out of the fog once and had my arm back, I could move it, it was real.'' He looks at his hand and grips it tightly. He looks up at you and you nod gently, encouraging him to continue. 

“The serum was next. It healed my broken bones, made me stronger, but it hurt like a mother fucker. Then I remembered Steve and Schmitt…this could go horribly wrong. I’m strapped to a bed, the metal casing they’re about to put me inside is suspended above my head.” Bucky’s eyes gloss over, staring, but at nothing in particular. He begins to sway back and forth slightly as his brain gets sucked into the memory. 

“I can hear them whispering and laughing. They won’t take control, want me to feel it. The case is lowering and all I can think about is Steve, it’s been years since I saw him. I see his smile, his eyes creasing around the corners, the way he grabs his chest when he laughs.” A soft smile is on his face and his eyes are closed. His face shifts to excruciating pain and he screams, still stuck in his memory. 

“Bucky! Bucky!” You shake his shoulders but he doesn’t come to, so you lay him down. He has panic attacks and flashbacks very often. Through trial and error and what Bucky has told you, You know how to help in this situation. You get up and grab his 15 pound weighted blanket, laying it over his entire body except his head. His screams calm down from horrifying, to loud, to his speaking voice, and then to occasional whimpers. You reach into the bedside table and pick up his eucalyptus oil. You put a little onto your finger and rub it gently above his upper lip. You sit next to him running your fingers through his hair, until his eyes open slowly. “I’m going to let you get some rest. I'll be back later tonight okay.” You kiss his forehead and head for the door. 

“Wait please don’t go.” You stop in your tracks when you hear a soft voice behind you. “Stay.” He whispers and you turn around, walking toward the bed again. 

“Where can I help?” You ask. You and Bucky have been friends for over a decade and through that time you’ve been there to help each other every step of the way. 

“Six.” He whispers, eyes still closed as you shuffle into bed under the heavy ass blanket. You straddle his stomach and lay your body flat against his, wrapping your arms around his neck. The weight of you and the blanket makes him sigh deeply and then drift off to sleep. You take your phone out of your pocket and text Wanda. 

“Hey love, bad Bucky day can you bring him tea if you’re free. His room” She responds quickly. 

“I’ll be up as soon as I can 💖” You put your phone down and try to keep your heart rate slow and steady. 10 minutes later Wanda comes in with a tray occupying both hands. 

“Thank you, Friday.” You look up at the sound of her voice. 

“Of course Maximoff.” 

She sets the tray on his bedside table. Water, tea, fruit, vegetables, nuts, anything he could want she brought up. 

“Oh no, six.” She says when she sees you on his chest. “What happened?”

“He was telling me about his past and he got stuck in a memory. Talking as if it was happening right now and then screaming when the pain started again.” You say hugging his neck a little tighter. When you open your eyes, you see Wanda's eyes are closed and her hands are glowing red. “Wanda we talked about this.” You sigh. 

“I’m not doing anything…just no nightmares today.” She opens her eyes and leans down to kiss you. “See you tonight love. Make sure he drinks water. I’m going to send Steve up here.” She leaves and in a few minutes Steve comes bursting through the door. 

“She said six but I- he was okay this morning, well he was okay for Bucky anyway.” He’s pacing at the side of the bed, not really talking to you just trying to fumble his thoughts together. He continues muttering to himself when he stops and turns toward you. “What happened?” You tell him exactly what you told Wanda. 

“He said no one’s been able to handle the whole story and I asked him to tell me but he got trapped inside.” You say quietly. Steve is back to pacing again. 

“Okay when he wakes up we will be here together and ready to listen and help.” He says, like he’s commanding his troops for battle. 

“Sounds good.” You smile at him. 

“Get some rest. I’m going to sit over here.” He points to a chair in the room right next to the bed so he’s facing Bucky now. You fall asleep and wake up later, you have no idea what time it is or how long you’ve been asleep. You are on your back now and as soon as you realize you shoot upright in bed. 

“Bucky?” You shout frantically. 

“Right here.” He raises his hand like you’re taking attendance. You sigh and smile. Steve and Bucky are sitting next to each other talking about nothing in particular. You look over at the tray Wanda brought in, and it’s empty save for the dirty plate and cups. “Y/N.” You look back at Bucky. “Thank you.” He says a relaxed expression on his face. 

“Anything, anytime Bucky.” 

“Right anything, anytime.” He nods slowly and forms his crooked smile

“Okay so Bucky has caught me up to where you were. We are going to listen and keep Bucky grounded.” Steve says, holding Bucky’s hand. You nod and Bucky starts again. 

“Once the serum was tested and I was inhumanly strong. I tried to get out, attacking people, running, anything I could to not be there anymore. Everytime I did, they’d say the words. I’d be sitting behind my eyes, not in control of anything but seeing everything I was doing.

At first It started with small animals. I hated every second of the whining and crying of rabbits, cats, dogs, pigs. They were testing to make sure I’d kill anything and I did. Soon after I was placed in a room with a person, they had a bag over their head. Through the speakers the words started and closed my eyes. I snapped their neck without hesitation when they instructed me to. The next one didn’t have a bag over her head, she was kind. She knew what was going to happen and she said it was alright…looking back I think she needed help. The words started again and I got down on my knees in front of her, begging for it to stop, but it didn’t.

The next one broke me to my core. I was put in the room with a child strapped to the chair. The same chair so many have sat in and I killed them all but this was a kid. I started yelling and pounding against the window trying to break it but I couldn’t. The words started like a countdown. 

10. Longing. I punched the glass over and over again. 

9. Rusted. Begging “PLEASE PLEASE NO JUST STOP NO NO!” 

8. Furnace. Untying the kid. 

7. Daybreak. “Hey you’re gonna be okay, what’s your name kiddo?”

6. Seventeen. “I had a friend named Sarah when I was in school.”

5. Benign. “I need you to do me a favor okay. Stay as far away from me as possible.”

4. Nine. “Run around the room like we’re playing tag. You don’t want me to tag you right? “Okay you go to that corner and I’ll go to this one.”

3. Homecoming. “When you hear a word that begins with ’F’ that’s when the game starts.”

2. One. I sit with my knees to my chest wrapped in the tightest ball I can make myself and then. 

1. Freight car. I stood up and looked at the kid who listened and was running around the room. With no resistance, I picked her up in my arms. And as she giggled, I snapped her neck. 

The Bucky I was…died after that. Mission after mission, target after target, for decades. Deprogramming didn’t make it go away. It never goes away…I see their faces everywhere, hallucinations, nightmares, even closing my eyes for too long. I can hear them begging and pleading for their lives, like a never-ending symphony bursting through my ears.” There’s a pause. No one says anything or even moves. You just sit in the silence together. Taking in the story you just heard and holding Bucky’s other hand, as he begins again. 

“I’ve cut a lot, you both have seen them before.  But they don’t make it go away, nothing does. I can’t kill myself either, I’ve tried. They buried something so deep that stops me before I can pull a trigger, swallow pills, kick a chair, go too deep. They wanted to make sure I was always under their control even when I was seemingly in control of my body.” There’s another quiet pause. “Everyday I go to bed hoping I’ll wake up in the snow. Bleeding out slowly, shattered bones, but free from all of the shit I’ve done.” There is a long pause, an unnatural pause, like the world stopped spinning. The three of you sitting in silence, but a weirdly comfortable silence. Bucky’s never told anyone this much and you’re both still here. 

“Bucky you know that wasn’t you. I know we all say it over and over but that’s because it’s true. You didn’t do any of that!” Steve says resting his head against Bucky’s. 

“You know what you did, you helped Sarah! You made her laugh, made it a game, she wasn’t scared anymore Buck. That was all you and you helped her as much as you could Bucky. You could have done any number of things in that situation, but you chose to comfort the little girl. That was you.” You say rubbing his back with your free hand. 

“As long as it is linked in your head you won’t be able to see that he is not you. So from now on you are James Buchanan Barnes, my husband, Y/N’s best friend, hero to millions of people across the world. That ghost that lives in your head, he is the winter soldier, not you. The winter soldier has committed atrocities beyond imagination. He is a product of Hydra and he is dead now.” Steve slows down his speech to push his point. 

“He is dead. Unfortunately his resting place is in your head and there is no exorcism for that…well maybe.” You look over at Steve and he shrugs. “I’ll ask Strange.” You smile and Bucky chuckles. 

“Buck you are going to be okay. We are always here. Everyone in this building loves you from Tony to the guy who polishes Tony’s car.” Steve jokes, trying to make him laugh. And he does, he laughs with that big smile across his face. 

“Trent, great guy.” Bucky says laughing quietly to himself, squeezing both of your hands. He forgot he was holding them so he grips them tighter, making sure you both don’t go anywhere. 

“Bucky we are not going anywhere, ever.” Steve says almost like he can read his mind. Steve gently grabs his chin and turns his head “I love you Bucky always.” They kiss and Bucky’s grip softens as he relaxes. “Alright, it's their turn.” Steve points to you as you squish your face and grimace. 

“I love you Buck but my gay ass is not down for that.” All three of you laugh as you rest your head against Bucky’s forehead, both hands cradling the side of his face. “Anything, anytime Bucky.”

“Not a kiss obviously!” He fake pouts and you punch his arm. You all laugh and make sure that your Bucky stays safe, from here on out.

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I’m Right Here

Rating: Teen

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: Very fluffy, hurt/comfort, mentions of self harm (Seriously do not read if triggering please) 

Description: Bucky finds you after you've hurt yourself and treats your wounds

You’re slumped against the wall, sitting on the floor of your bathroom. Numb, empty, looking down at what you just did. You’re not crying but tears roll down your cheeks nonetheless. You wrap a wad of toilet paper around your hand and cover your fresh, self-inflicted wound. Applying pressure and occasionally checking to see how much you’re bleeding. You rest your head against the wall in a hazy daze, when you’re jolted up by a knock on the door. 

“Hey doll, are you in there?” You heard your boyfriend's kind voice through the door. You’ve been avoiding Bucky as much as possible lately, which is hard because you’ve been together for 6 months. Quiet nights, awkward dinners, and most odd is that you’ve stopped taking care of yourself. Bucky obviously noticed, offering to take showers with you, making sure you ate something every day, and holding you while you couldn't sleep at night. You haven't been changing either, wearing one of Bucky’s hoodies and some sweatpants day after day. He has seen you through depressive episodes before but he can tell something is different this time.

“I wanted to check in.” He says as another knock shakes the door. You squeeze your eyes shut hoping that if you want him to go away he will. He doesn’t, knocking on the door again. You know the bleeding hasn’t stopped but you can’t do much else. You throw away the paper, face down obviously, throwing on Bucky’s hoodie again. “I can hear you moving love, is everything okay?” He asks, his voice laced with worry. 

You haven’t hurt yourself since before you were dating Bucky. He soothed your fears as you showed each other your scars, kissed them and acknowledged what hell you both were put through. He asked you to promise that if you felt it again, you’d get him immediately. 

“Of course! I just wanted to lay down on the cold floor.” You lie, a half smile on your face as you open the door. He scans your face, seeing you flushed with your eyes glazed over. He holds your face in his hands, his rough calloused hands comfort you. He wipes his thumb against your cheek and feels the remnants of tears, confirming his worries. 

“Babydoll,” Bucky says quietly just above a whisper. “What’s wrong? You’ve not been yourself for a couple of weeks.”

“Just some PTSD stuff.” You mutter, leaning into his hands. Bucky takes your hand and leads you to the bed. He sits and pulls you so you're straddling his lap. “It’s nothing really, I’ll be fine, just need some time.” You say once his arms are wrapped around your waist and your head is cradled in his neck. A deep sigh leaves your body as you are enveloped in his warmth, his smell, and his strong body. He makes you feel safe and comforted every time he is around you. He pulls you back so he can look at your face with you still your arms around his neck. 

“Baby, you know I’m always here. I’m not going anywh-” Bucky stops talking and rests his forehead against yours taking a deep breath. “Y/N, what is that?" He says barely audible, looking at your arm where blood has seeped into the fabric of his grey colored sweatshirt. His hands still on your waist making sure you don’t fall backwards as you pull your arms off his shoulders to your chest. You don’t say anything, looking down at where your legs rest over his. You’re dreading how the rest of this conversation will go. 

“Can I see it?” He whispers, his hand gently wrapped around yours. You let him take your hand, he raises it and places a soft kiss on your palm. He slides the cuff of your hoodie up past your elbow. You wince as the fabric runs along your small wounds. He sees it, just below your elbow on your forearm, about a dozen short deep cuts, still bleeding. You hold your breath waiting for him to get mad or yell at you, but he doesn’t. He places your arm up against your chest. Getting more blood on his hoodie, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He kisses your forehead and lifts you up as you wrap your legs around him. He carries you to the bathroom, setting you on the counter. He walks out of the room and returns with one of his short sleeved shirts.

There aren't many of his shirts that you haven’t worn. His clothes make you feel safe, and at this point he’s accepted that his wardrobe is really your wardrobe. 

“I’m going to take this off okay.” He says his voice is soft. He pulls the hem of his hoodie over your head, being careful to maneuver around your cuts. He very gently gets you into the other shirt. He bends down to the cabinet underneath the sink and grabs the giant first aid kit Tony gave everyone when they moved into the compound. 

He is meticulous in laying out everything he will need. When he’s finished he kisses you, and moves your arm under the faucet. Warm water flows over your skin and you squeeze Bucky’s vibranium arm as you grit your teeth.

“It’s okay doll, I’m right here. I need to clean it before we can bandage it up.” He lightly brushed his thumb across your skin, moving the water to flush out the bits of fabric and dust that had collected. He turned off the water and grabbed a small towel, wrapping it around your arm first to dry it off. Then focusing on your wound, he gently dabbed it dry, making sure it stayed clean. He folded the towel and rested your arm on it. 

“This is going to sting like a bitch, but it’s going to keep it from getting infected.” Bucky said getting the bottle of antiseptic and a gauze pad, he had on the counter. “Squeeze my arm, bite me, do whatever you need to okay it’ll only be 30 seconds.” He kisses your forehead. 

You both have been through severe torture in your pasts and the worst part is that it’s never ending. You don’t know when it’s finally going to stop, or if it ever will. Bucky knew you needed an end time, something to count to. He held your cheek with his metal hand and looked deep into your eyes. “30 seconds.” You repeat what he says back to him and close your eyes. 

He pours a generous amount of antiseptic onto the gauze and begins to lightly push it into the cuts. You hiss and grip his left arm like a vice, as he covers all of the wound in the yellowish liquid. He quickly spreads two thick gauze pads over the entirety of the cuts, taping it twice so it is secure. 

“See 30 seconds.” He kisses your forehead and pulls you into a hug. Your head resting against his chest, you can hear his heart beat and you feel relaxed for the first time in weeks. He picks you up again and lays you down on the bed, covering you up in the comforter. He slides into bed next to you and you snuggle up to his chest. He checks your arm to make sure it’s okay and that nothing has moved. Then he wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. 

“For now I want you to try to sleep, when you wake up we can talk about this okay.” He whispers and you nod your head, already falling asleep. Before you do, you hear the TV turn on and he puts on your favorite sad day movie. Smiling at the first lines of dialogue and wondering how you got so lucky with your Bucky. You drift off to sleep for the first time in days. 

[therapyandprozac]

Knees, now!

I wrote this fic very late at night and forgot to add a name so this is an any fandom fic, basically this can work for any character with a gun kink.

Warnings: Smut, !Gun Kink!, Blowjob, Kneeling, Light Sub/Dom 

Word Count: 740 (Sorry it’s so short)

Description: You decided it was a good idea to say no to him...it was not...

“You want to say that again?” His voice is deep, just above a whisper. His hand is already moving closer to the back of his pants. 

“I. Said. No.” You say smiling, pointing every word sharply. Still standing confidently as you stare at your boyfriend. His pupils are blown out and his lip is twitching as he grinds his teeth. 

“Knees.” He barks out at you. You roll your eyes and chuckle at him. He snaps and faster than you can process what is happening. He kicks the back of your knees and you fall, your hands catching you before your head hits the floor. From behind, your hair is bunched up in a large, aggressive hand. He pulls your head back, exposing your neck, and he growls in your ear. A dark, primal sound that melts your brain. Eyes rolling to the back of your head and relaxing, now only being held up by your hair. The instant change of your body makes him scoff.

“You know I always win, making me angry is never in your best interest. Love.” He growls the last word and you feel a cold metal object on the back of your neck. You can’t help it, you groan as he drops your head and it falls between your arms. “Knees, now.” His voice is no longer intense and quiet. Now he sounds like a drill sergeant, entirely done with your bull shit. You sit up on your knees, place your hands in your lap, and look at the floor. “See, you can be such a good girl for me.” He puts the end of his gun under your chin and lifts your head up. Your eyes are glossy and barely open, as he sees your face he smirks. “Are you my good girl, baby?” He asks and you nod frantically, your head pushing the gun further under your chin. “Show me.” He moves his gun to your temple, the barrel is warm from being against your skin. 

You lift your heavy arms to his pants and unbutton them. You will never get over how you feel when you finally pull him out. With no hesitation, your mouth is around his cock. The gun pushes further into your temple as his breathing hitches. You’ve blown him so many times that you know exactly what he likes. You run your tongue up and down his shaft before you put him completely in your mouth. He groans as you don’t move, just enjoying the heavy feeling of his cock filling your mouth. A sharp push of the gun against your head and you move, sucking, and licking everything you can. Taking a deep breath you swallow him, gagging slightly but staying where you are. 

“That’s it ba- baby.” He stutters. You almost never hear him stutter, always confident and sure of what he’s saying. Except when he’s inside you, then he can barely string words together. “Yes mm go- good job.” His breathing is ragged and desperate. You moan at the praise and he shoves the gun harder against you “Do not stop or I’ll be cleaning your blood out of my rug.” You moan loudly, sucking him off, gagging yourself, and deep throating him until you can’t breathe. You can feel him twitch in your mouth and you know he’s about to cum. You speed up continuing your pattern as he moans increasingly louder. 

He is still twisting the harsh metal into your temple when you hear a metallic click and he’s pulled the trigger. He cums down your throat and you swallow every drop, sucking it out of him until he shoves your head back. Gun pointed at the ground as he bathes in the bliss and aftershocks. 

When he comes to, you’re still on your knees wiping your chin and licking your fingers. He laughs gently and sits on the floor next to you. He kisses you and groans at the taste of him in your mouth. When he’s satisfied he rests his forehead against yours. 

“Was that too much, my love?” He whispers, all the anger and aggression has left his voice. You shake your head against his. “Words baby.” He reaches up to run his fingers through your hair. 

“No, was perfect.” You slur your words a bit, still rather deep in subspace. He picks you up off your knees and carries you to the bedroom, because the night has only just begun.

[therapyandprozac]

Okay I’m working on a smutty Dean Winchester x Nick Fowler x Reader 🙈 but I am lacking motivation to do it 🥺 Would you guys be interested in that fic??

[therapyandprozac]

All We Need Is Each Other (Bucky x Loki x Reader)

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3,257

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort/Smut (in that order), Established Relationship, Panic Attacks, Canon-Typical Violence, Light dom/sub/switch, Cock Warming, Face-Fucking, Face-Sitting, Light Bondage, Orgasm Control, Everyone has PTSD

Summary: You, Bucky, and Loki have been in a throuple for years. When you have a panic attack at work, they help you through it. Later sexy times happen :))  

Smut is marked by this ****** Reader is nonbinary, uses they/them pronouns, and has a vagina. Also reader doesn’t need to breathe 🙈

You woke up to Bucky’s alarm going off, you crawled on top of him and turned it off. He woke up to the sudden weight on his chest. He groans and rubs his eye. You wrap your arms around Bucky’s neck and stretch out your leg to find Loki’s. You turn your head to look at Loki and you see his hair matted and covering his face. 

“Loki, we need to get up.” You mumble, eyes still closed. He whispers something incoherent and rolls onto his back, wrapping his leg around yours. Bucky wraps an arm around your back and kisses the top of your head. His other hand reaches over to run his fingers through Loki’s hair. “Mmm Buck if you keep that arm wrapped around me I’m not going to go to work.” 

“Ah fuck Stark, we can be a bit late.” Bucky grumbles out his voice rough with sleep.

“If we all arrive at work late, again, Stark will force us to train separately...again.” Loki says moving over to hold Bucky’s hand around your back. His actions clearly negate what he just said. 

“We already set our alarms earlier so we wouldn’t be late again.” You say, lifting your head up to look Bucky in the eyes. “We have to get up.” You put your hands on Bucky’s chest and try to push up against their arms. Obviously, you don’t get very far. You try again and Loki laughs at your measly attempt. “Do you want to do this? It may be 7 am but I can still kick your asses.” Bucky remembers the last time you guys went at it, and lifts his arm, Loki stays. You look over at Loki and smile.

“Darling, you sure are confident in yourself.” Loki says, clearly not remembering the last time you kicked his ass. Bucky chuckles and lifts you up and off the bed, so you’re standing up. Loki approaches magically clothed in his Asgardian leather. 

 Bucky goes to grab his clothes from his, of the three wardrobes you have. Granted Loki’s mostly goes unused so you and Bucky share his. 

“Just because you’re in your armor doesn’t mean anything, I can still beat you up in this.” You say wearing basically nothing. Loki just chuckles and lunges toward you, you grab his wrist, relying on the fact that he’s strong enough to hold you up to swing under his arm and use your momentum to kick the back of his knees and pull his arm behind his back and shove his wrist between his shoulder blades. Bucky laughs as Loki turns his head while you’re straddling him. “Didn’t even throw a punch.” You smile moving his hair behind his ear. He jolts trying to break out of your hold against him. “I do love this outfit though, looks good on you.” You run your free hand across the leather covering his arm. 

“Alright you’ve proven your point, may I get up?” Loki asks. 

“I don’t know, Buck do you think he’s learned his lesson?” You look to Bucky who is sliding pants on. 

“You know he’s going to pay you back for this.” Bucky says leaning down to kiss you. “I’m going to make breakfast, don’t kill each other.” You stand up and let go of Loki. He stands up and wipes the front of his suit. He saunters up to you and grabs your jaw, he kisses you deeply and doesn’t let you go until you’re gasping. 

“If that’s what I get for kicking your ass, I should do it more often.” You say smirking breathlessly and he shoves your face away. 

“Later.” He says threateningly and walks out of the bedroom. You laugh and get dressed slowly venturing out of your room. You get to the kitchen to find Loki and Bucky cooking, you approach quietly and just watch them. 

“Yeah, you let them win!” Bucky says sarcastically. 

“They’re crafty, honestly I’m proud. You trained them well.” He kisses Bucky gently, and then passionately. There seemed to be no time, no world, just Buck and Loki stood against the stove kissing, completely wrapped up in each other. You smile and lay your head against the wall you were leaning on. 

“Loki, baby, breakfast is going to burn.” Bucky says into Loki’s mouth. Loki doesn’t even open his eyes he just moves the pan off the stove and magically makes veggie omelets and sliced fruit appear on the island. Loki continues kissing him and acts as if nothing happened. You laugh making them aware of your presence. Bucky pulls away to look at you and sees the food on the island. “Loki,” Bucky says disapprovingly. “I was making breakfast!” 

“Yeah, but I made it faster.” Loki says dismissively and waves you over. “How long have you been standing there?” 

“Long enough. I love you both so much.” You walk over and hug them tightly. “Alright, Loki worked so hard on breakfast.” You smirk and sit at the island. You all eat breakfast, talk, and laugh. When it's time to go to work you all climb into the car and drive to the avengers compound. 

“Hey, Buck.” Sam comes over and hugs Bucky, he shakes your hand and nods at Loki. You all walk inside and hellos are shared and hugs are had. 

Training starts and everyone starts fighting each other. Because you all have superhuman abilities or gear it’s hard to train with anyone who isn’t as strong. You and Bucky spend some time doing hand-to-hand training, Loki joins halfway through. You loved training and training with them, and you’d be lying if this wasn’t the hottest thing ever. Bucky sweating through his shirt and his incredibly fast reflexes. Loki multiplying himself and summoning weapons. You spot Bucky while he lifts weight at the benches, he does the same for you. Loki works on dexterity and increasing your reflexes. You look out during a water break and see everyone training, it’s so nice to see everyone supporting each other and working so hard. 

After showers and lunch you all round up for a meeting. Everyone sits around a large oval table, you sit in between Loki and Bucky. Tony starts talking about the current growing threats and who is to tackle them when they get bigger. Bucky reaches under the table and holds your hand, you smile, your heart skipping a beat. 

The three of you have been dating for almost 3 years but every time either of them touch you, your heart still races and your breath hitches. You look over at Bucky and he smiles. That smile makes you so happy. You, Bucky, and Loki all have major C-PTSD all from different things. However you understand each other in a way none of you had experienced before. You all reassure each other and have unconditional love for each other. No matter what happens you are there for good days and the really really bad days that come with each of your histories. You know each other’s tells and triggers. Bucky saw you getting antsy and nervous, that’s why he reached over. To make known that he is right here and loves you. 

Tony continues to talk about some stuff that’s probably important but your brain is a rude mother fucker. You have a flash back to a moment from your past and you start having a panic attack. You get up quickly and run out of the room down the hall to a storage closet. You try to pace your breathing but you’re just hyperventilating. You sit, wrap your arms around yourself and rock back and forth trying to calm the screaming in your head. You hear the door open quickly flooding the room with light. Bucky and Loki come to either side of you. Bucky holds you tight in his arms and you cling to them like they are the only thing holding you here. Loki kneels and counts you through your breath. 

“I need you to breathe okay. Inhale for 4 seconds, hold it for 7 seconds and exhale for 8 seconds. Good job baby, again. Inhale for 4 seconds, hold it for 7 and exhale for 8.” Loki says and he repeats it until your breathing steadies. 

“Doll, how are you feeling?” Bucky asks, kissing your head, squeezing your body tighter. 

“It was him again.” You whisper, tears streaming down your face. “It just doesn’t stop.”

“We are right here, we will always be right here.” Bucky says resting his head against yours. 

“He can’t hurt you anymore, you are stronger than he will ever be my darling.” Loki says running his hand through your hair. You hold onto Bucky’s arms tighter and cry for a different reason. 

“Buck, Loki, I’ve been alone for so long. I found the two greatest men in the universe who know exactly what that feels like. I love you both more than you’ll ever know, thank you.” You say, feeling so safe surrounded by the two people you love more than anyone. 

Loki wraps his arms around Bucky’s and you all just sit there holding each other while you cry still coming down from your panic attack. There’s a knock on the door and Tony opens the door to see the three of you huddled on the floor. 

“It was a really bad one Stark.” Bucky told Tony, your head in his chest. Tony nods and says. 

“You guys did great today training, there’s not much else to do here today anyway. Go home and hey,” You turn your head and look up at Tony. “Remember you’re not fighting alone anymore, these guys are behind you and behind them is all of us...you have a hulk kid.” He says looking into your eyes, nodding slightly, then closes the door. 

“You know he’s right. We all stand behind you, just like you stand behind all of us.” Bucky says. “I love you so much.” He wraps his arm around your head to pull you closer. 

“I love you too darling. Do you want to head home?” Loki asks. You just nod and smile, Bucky wipes your tears. You all stand up and kisses and ‘I love yous’ are shared. You walk out to the car, you avoid making eye contact with anyone. Loki helps you into the car and Bucky drives home. Once you get inside Loki makes tea and Bucky sets up a cuddle session with blankets and your favorite movie. Everyone changes into pajamas and cuddles up together on the bed. Bucky plays with your hair and Loki runs his soft fingers gently up and down your arm. You cling onto Bucky’s arm, the cold vibranium warming under your hands. You fall asleep on Bucky’s chest, with Loki’s head on your chest. 

**********

You wake up in bed hours later to see Bucky and Loki making out at the foot of the bed. You don’t move, just smile, enjoying the show. Bucky’s hand wanders to Loki’s hair, Loki’s hand explores Bucky’s skin under his shirt. Swapping moans and muffled growls. Loki pulls Bucky’s shirt off and runs his hand up and down his chest. Loki bites and sucks at the newly exposed skin, undoing Bucky’s pants and pulls them off. Loki glows green for a second and he’s completely naked now. Loki puts Bucky’s hardening cock in his mouth sucking expertly, the way he knows that Bucky likes it. Bucky’s head falls back and he bites his lip. Loki hollows out his cheeks increasing the suction and exposing his cheekbones. He licks his tongue around the head and then takes Bucky all the way down. Relaxing his throat and moaning around his shaft. He comes up with a filthy pop seemingly interupted. 

“You like what you see?” Loki says, Bucky looks confused. 

“Of fucking course?” Bucky says. 

“Not you. Them.” He smirks looking over at you rubbing your thighs together, flustered. 

“Ohh.” Bucky sits up. “You want to join in?” 

“Yes, yes please!” You crawl out from under the covers and scramble to the foot of the bed. You lay on your stomach and take Bucky into your mouth. You sigh, content, you love the heaviness and fullness of him in your mouth. 

“Look at you, I will never get over yo- ahh your love of cock warming.” He pulls your hair behind your head and slides a hair tie off his wrist to tie your hair back. Loki dives back in kissing Bucky, tongues wrestling for dominance. Neither win so they aggressively kiss and growl into each other’s mouths. 

“Clothes off?” Loki asks, tapping your shoulder. You nod (to the best of your ability) and hum. Bucky groans under you and Loki magically takes your clothes off while you still have Bucky in your mouth. “Look at you two.” He groans kissing Bucky again this time taking him flat to the bed. Loki lays over your head pushing you deeper on Bucky's cock as he kisses Bucky roughly. You adjust to the new situation already slipping into your blissful sub-space. Bucky ruts up into your mouth gagging you a bit. Loki reaches down and grabs your ponytail, pulling and pushing your head onto Bucky. Bucky moans into Loki’s mouth and he continues until Bucky’s breathing gets more shallow and heavy then Loki climbs off of you and pulls you off of Bucky. You whine wanting Bucky back in your mouth, and he groans at his denied orgasm. 

“Mmm Bucky! That’s mine!” You say making grabby hands at his dick. Loki shoves you to your back and stares into your soul. 

“Baby, you think I don’t want you to have it. This is all him.” Bucky says feigning annoyance. Sam talks about Bucky having a staring problem, but Loki’s eyes blown out and staring daggers into your soul are causing your breathe to hitch in your throat.

“Alright you want it so bad. Buck go put your cock in their mouth.” Loki orders and you moan with anticipation. Bucky climbs over you and looks in your eyes. 

“Gods you’re beautiful, color?” Bucky asks. 

“Green, green, green, so very green.” You basically chant. He smiles and puts his big, warm, heavy dick back in your mouth. You moan and drop further. 

“Look at you, all fucked up on me. Look at ‘em Loki.” He says and Loki leans over to meet your gaze, your eyes glossy and your lips wrapped tightly around Bucky. Loki doesn’t say anything just moans. He grabs both your legs and puts them over his shoulder. 

“Buck, you are not to cum.” Loki says before going down on you. Bucky groans. Loki presses delicate soft kisses around your labia and on your clit. He licks over your clit in circles and you moan around Bucky. Causing him to double over and grab the headboard. “Color Bucky?” Loki asks. 

“Mm green.” He groans out, seeing a green glow around his wrist and he knew what was going to happen. “Damnit, green.” He knew Loki liked being in control but Buck would never admit he liked being bossed around. Loki magically made beautiful green and gold ropes that tied Bucky hands to the headboard. You watch all the pretty sparkles Loki adds just for you. 

Loki sucks on your clit and you roll your hips onto his face. You swallow and moan around Buck. Loki sucks relentlessly and laps his tongue over your clit. You’re close, you can’t say it but you moan around Bucky.

“Loki, they’re going to cum soon.” He translates for you. Loki taps twice with two fingers on your leg, telling you to cum. “Ah fuck.” Bucky moans rolling his hips into your mouth. Loki keeps at your clit and you’re shaking until finally your orgasm wreaks through your body. You squeeze your legs around Loki’s head as he continues to lick and suck at your overstimulated clit. You groan and moan muffled by Bucky who moans, the vibrations coming from your throat bringing him so close. 

“No Bucky!” Loki says. 

“Mmm I know, I- ‘mm not.” Bucky grunts. Loki puts his arm under your hand. 

“I want to fuck you baby. Color?” You tap three times with three fingers meaning green. He rolls your hips up and puts your legs over his shoulders. He slides into you and you moan violently around Bucky. He thrusts in and out slowly. Loki snaps his fingers and the ropes around Bucky’s wrists disappear. He immediately puts his hands around your face. 

“Te iubesc atat de mult.” Bucky whispers, rolling his hips into your mouth. You moan and your eyes roll back. He knows what that does to you. “You are beautiful, filled with dicks and drooling on yourself.” He runs his fingers through the line of drool on your cheek and sucks on them. He looks you in your glossy eyes and says. “Mhm cock flavored spit, that’s so fucking sexy!” Loki has been fucking you hard while Bucky talks dirty and is stuffing your mouth. You moan and whimper feeling your third and final orgasm of the night coming. “They’re going to cum again Loki.” 

“Bu- bucky, cum.” Loki whispers against his neck. Bucky growls and starts thrusting into your mouth, you suck and as much as you can against his brutal fucking down your throat. Bucky grunts and cums down your throat, you swallow everything he gives you and when he pulls out of your mouth you smile. “Oh look at you.” Loki says seeing you look disheveled. Bucky leans down and kisses you. You moan and he can tell your close, Bucky reaches down between your legs and rubs your clit. He rests his forehead on yours and whispers obscenities over you. You cum, hard and Loki follows quickly after. Bucky and Loki laid to either side of you. 

“Damn that was great.” You whisper, voice all raspy. Bucky laughs. 

“Oh my baby is your throat okay?” He rolls over and places a hand over your throat. You shiver and giggle. 

“I’m good, so worth it. How are you doing Loki?” You ask pulling him half on top of you. He places gentle kisses down your neck. 

“That was amazing, as always! Did I go to far Buck, tying you up?” He asks, hiding his smirk. 

“No, it made it so much better when I finally got to touch them.” Bucky said, running his hand against your jaw. 

“Dirty talk was the best Buck! What did you say in Romanian by the way?” You ask. 

“I love you so much.” Bucky said placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, standing up. “I’m getting water and snacks, I’ll be right back.” 

You run your hands through Loki’s long hair as he rests on your chest. “Loki,” you say and he looks up at you. “you mean the world to me. I don’t know where I’d be without you and I’m glad I didn’t have to find out.” You say scratching his scalp. 

“You know we didn’t just save you. You saved both Bucky and I too. We are all a bit broken but all we need is each other. Well each other and therapy.” You both laugh as Buck comes back in with a tray with three glasses of water and orange slices. You all drink, eat and talk about the fantastic sex you just had, life, work and what you’re going to have for dinner tonight. 

“Okay cuddle time.” You say when you’re done drinking and eating you say. You make grabby hands and you curl up next to each other. You hold one of each of their arms and cuddle together. Safe and sound between the two people you love more than anything in the world.

[therapyandprozac]

Floating with Loki

Loki takes care of you while you’re nonverbal and need to let go, it’s entirely self indulgent! This fic explores non-sexual kink please read the warnings!

Rating: Mature

Words: 1,261

Warnings: Established relationship, non-sexual kink, non-sexual bondage, non-sexual submission, sensory deprivation, blindfolds, collars, nonverbal, and safe word alternatives

Loki walks through the door to find you in a corner of the living room. You’re rocking back and forth with headphones on watching a movie. You’ve been together for a while so he peaks over your shoulder to see which movie you're watching. Lilo and Stitch ‘Oh no it’s a bad day.’ He thinks. 

“Darling” he softly puts his hand on your shoulder and you jump, startled, you look up at him. There are tears in your eyes and you are visibly not doing okay. “Hi, I’m home. You’re safe, do you need to play love?” He asks quietly with his arms around you. You just nod. “Are you nonverbal right now?” He puts out two hands and you grab the one you decided together means yes, in previous discussions. “Alright let’s go to the bedroom.” He picks you up and you wrap your arms and legs around him, taking deep breaths you try to regulate your body but it’s not working. He sets you down in front of a small but comfortable chair in your room. “Kneel love.” You do, you kneel in front of the chair, the familiar pressure in your knees makes you feel safe already. 

He sits down and runs his hands through your hair and softly scratching your scalp. He kisses your hair and says “Everything is going to be okay love.” He makes your favorite blindfold appear in his hand. “Are you ready darling?” You nod. He puts it gently over your eyes and everything goes dark, you can only feel his hands tying the blindfold around your head. He pulls your hair out over the tie and pulls it down to tilt your head up. Loki kisses your lips lovingly and slowly, calming you. 

Loki makes your collar appear, though you can’t see it, you know the pattern of these sessions. He places it around your neck and clasps it, the cool leather around your neck has you slipping further into your safe headspace. He puts his hand below your ear and rubs your cheek with his thumb. “Baby, do you remember our safe tap?” You nod. “Can you show me?” You slowly lift your hand and feel around to find his knee. You tap out SOS in Morse code with two fingers on his leg. “Good job love.” He says rubbing your face. “You’re doing so well my baby, are you ready for the headphones?” You nod, this is your favorite part. You bought custom headphones that are noise canceling and fit your ears perfectly. He connects them to his phone and starts playing your lo fi playlist. He puts them over your ears and your world quiets. You can’t see or hear anything but the soft beats entering your ears, you feel Loki playing with your hair. He runs his hands through your hair and grabs a chunk of it and pulls gently resting your head against his knee. You are so far gone now you stay like this for a while, you have no sense of time but after about 3 songs Loki gets up. 

He gets his ropes ready and begins to tie up your legs. He holds your back and lifts you so he can slip the rope under your legs. He continues to tie, binding your thighs and calves together. He makes sure there are two fingers of space under the ropes before he ties them off. He moves on to your arms, pulling your arms one over the other crossing them over your chest. He places his arm under one of your hands and taps your arm twice to ask how you are. You answer by tapping three fingers against his arm meaning green, and everything is okay. He finishes tying up your arms over your chest. When he’s done he sits again placing his hand in your hair again, admiring his work. You’re floating now, the pressure on your legs and arms, the limitations of your senses, and the kind warmth of Loki’s hands. He pulls your hair so your head is resting in his lap. 

After a while, he rubs your face and puts a water bottle up to your mouth. You drink and breathe. Being able to turn off like this is so calming to you. Loki takes such good care of you. He runs his fingers through your hair, scratching your scalp lightly, then kisses your head. You kneel here for hours, completely lost in the freedom of giving over complete control. The only thing you have to do is kneel. 

Many hours since Loki came home he runs his thumb along your cheek. He starts to untie your arms and legs, massaging each appendage as it gets free. He turns on some soft music to fill the room so you aren’t plunged into silence when he takes your headphones off. Loki is on one knee in front of you slowly working on removing your gear. He undoes your collar and rubs the skin under it gently. The last to come off is the blindfold, Loki cups your face in his hands and rests his forehead to yours. It pulls you forward bringing you slowly back into your body. He unties the blindfold and the soft light of the room enters your eyes. The first thing you see is Loki’s face, he looks gentle and kind. 

“How are you doing now my baby?” He whispers. 

“Much better” you sign with your hands. 

“Good love.” He kiss your forehead. “I’m going to pick you up okay.” You nod and put your head in the crook of his neck when he does. Loki bring you to the sofa and gently places you sitting up. “I’m going to bring you food and water, than we can cuddle. Does that sound alright?” He asks his voice calm and full of love. 

“Yes please.” You sign. You sit alone, focusing on your breathing for just for about 15 minutes. Loki walks in front of you and places a tray with ice water, your favorite fruits and veggies and cheese cut into small cubes. He has your favorite blanket on one shoulder and hands it to you. He picks you up again to move so you’re sat on his lap. He uses his magic and moves the tray so it’s over your lap.

“Your favorite snacks and cuddles love!” He says excitedly, his hands wrapped comfortably around you squeezing gently. 

“Thank you so much.” You sign and turn your head to kiss his face and rest your forehead against the side of his chin. 

“Of course darling! Now let’s eat shall we.” 

You eat and drink all that Loki brought you, when you finish he ’magics’ the tray away and holds you while you sign what happened and why today was so bad. He comforts you and tells you

“My love I am always here for you. The world has thrown so much at you and you’ve had to deal with it all alone. You did a great job but you’re not alone anymore. You’re going to the therapist Stark recommended, and all of the Avengers are always behind you. And I, my love, I will be here through the good and bad, through anything we may encounter. I will be behind you through the far reaches of the nine realms and I will love you until the end of my days.” He kisses the top of your head and hugs you tight, you feel eternally safe and loved. Things will be okay, you know because Loki will make sure of it.

[therapyandprozac]

FUCKIN BUCKY CUDDLES

Rated: General

Words: 1,138

Summary:  Bitch I’m not fucking okay and I need Bucky cuddles. Also, fuck you Bucky will be saying babydoll as many times as I can put in this, it’s not offensive if Buck says it (I don’t know if he’s ever actually said it but it just...shut up). This is an aggressive summary but it's just a sweet fic about you and Bucky taking care of each other.

You walk through the door of your apartment and slam the door. Bucky peers his head over the kitchen counter with his wide, concerned eyes. You fall face-first on the couch and scream into the cushion. 

“FUUUUCK EVEEERRRYTHING!!!!!” You scream as politely as you can into the couch.

“Babydoll?” He walks over and puts his hand on your back. “Bad day?”

“I want death, Buck.” You turn your head to look at him. His steel-blue eyes and comfortable voice, instantly make you feel at home. 

“Well, we can’t be having that!” He says in that excited semi high pitched voice. “What can I do to make you feel better?” his voice dropped to his regular register. You rolled over onto your back.

“I love you.” You sigh cupping his face in one of your hands. “I missed you.”

“You’ve been gone for like an hour? What happened?” He says wrapping his arm around your now exposed stomach.

“Flashback.” You say grabbing a throw pillow and covering your face. 

“Oh, my baby.” He climbs on top of you, putting his full weight on you. Throwing the pillow across the room. He knows that pressure helps calm you. “Is it the same one from a few days ago?” He says into the crook of your neck. You sigh and rub your face against his head and hair. 

“Yeah.” You say quietly and wrap your arms around his back. He hums and kisses your neck. 

“Babydoll, I’ve got you right now. When is your next therapy appointment?” He asks.

“Tuesday.” You whisper. 

“Good, good. For today, I’m right here and we are going to have a chill day.” He lifts his head and looks you in the eye. You lift your head and kiss him quickly. He does that side smile, you love so much, and leans down to kiss you properly. “I love you so much my babydoll.” You feel safe, protected, and loved. His full weight just resetting your brain. 

“I love you more Bucky.” You say sweetly and kiss his forehead. He reacts quickly and puts his hands at either side of your head and does a plank above you, making your eyes go wide at the sudden movement.

“Well, that’s just not fucking true!” He makes a serious face and breaks when you start laughing. He collapses on you again crushing the air out of you, making him laugh harder. You just sit here for a moment and laugh and breathe together. “Alright, let’s go! I’m making dinner for us.” He bends back on his knees, straddling you, and grabs your hand. “Up doll!” You groan and push yourself further into the couch. He smiles then raises an eyebrow, feigning anger. He stands up and grabs your forearm and pulls you off the couch with one pull. You go boneless leaning on him and he wraps his arms around you. “I know you want cuddles, but I also know you haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

“How could you possibly know that?” You stand fully and pull him further into a hug. He pulls you away, grabbing your shoulders, and just stares at you. You stare back trying to match his intensity but failing. You break and laugh “Alright, fuck you then.” He smiles and gently kisses you again. When you separate you ask. “What’s for dinner, my love?”

“I was thinking something simple, grilled chicken breast and some grilled vegetables. How does that sound?” He says into your hair and kisses the top of your head.

“Yes please!” You rub your hand up and down his back, you don’t want to move from this spot. You both sit and breathe again just enjoying being wrapped up in each other. 

“You know I can’t cook dinner, just standing here.” He says again into your hair. 

“But why?” You whine and hug him tighter. He laughs and pushes you towards you the kitchen. When you don't move, he sighs and bends to put his hand under your thighs, picking you up as you wrap your legs around his waist. You bury your face in his neck, the scent of him bringing your heart rate down to a calm pace. He carries you to the kitchen and places you gently on the counter top.

“Do you want a drink, before I start dinner?” Bucky asks kissing your forehead.

“Oh yes please!” You say excited and fully let go of him. He goes over to the small bar you have in the kitchen and mixes your favorite drink. He also pours himself his favorite drink. You drink and watch him while he preps the vegetables and seasons the chicken. He looks calm and in his element. You love watching him cook, you love watching him do anything really. 

You’re so glad you found each other, you understand and help each other with your traumas and mental health. You build each other up in your careers and support each other through everything, good days and bad days you stand by each other always. When you finish your drink, you get off the counter and set the table. Bucky comes up behind you and puts dinner down in the center of the table. “It looks and smells amazing darling.” You say and turn around to kiss him, he puts his hand on your jaw and rubs your cheek. 

“Thank you, I love you.” He kisses you again then breaks away quickly. “Alright, time for food.” He pulls out your chair and says. “M’lady.”

“You’re such a dork. I love you too.” You say as you sit down and he kisses the top of your head. You eat dinner and talk about how your days went. When you had finished eating, you both cleaned up dinner together.

 “Cuddles and a movie?” He says excitedly with wide eyes. You nod and run over to the couch. He follows and lays on his stomach on top of you. He puts his head on your chest just below your chin and you run your fingers through his hair. You had done this so many times you knew what he liked and he knew what you liked. So you both just laid there cuddled up together and watched his favorite movie. 

“I know I say it a lot but I love you so much, I’m so glad you’re here.” You whisper, scratching his scalp.

“Babydoll,” he says looking up at you. “I couldn’t imagine what I would do without you. I love you too and don’t worry I love hearing it. I, am always here!” He says. You wrap your arms around him tighter and he just hums while you both watch the movie. You cuddle all night and he falls asleep. You run your fingers through his hair and try to match his breathing. You kiss his head, the feeling of him on top of you is so calming.

“I love you my Bucky.” You whisper and try to fall asleep.