i had to be offline this morning because i’m too Sensitive today but i’m gonna try to be sincere for a second and say that i think caring about dean winchester to the point where we all Need to celebrate his birthday is actually something really beautiful, for him and for ourselves. he’s been with us for fifteen years, and he’s going to stay with us, and even if he couldn’t be taken care of within his own narrative, we can do that for him!! all of us who carry him in our hearts and maybe feel embarassed over how deeply we feel for a Fictional Character™ are just sending so much love out into the universe, and that’s nothing to be ashamed of. i can’t make this a Dean Winchester Appreciation Post because there’s too much to say, but when we celebrate dean, we’re also celebrating the shining, golden part of ourselves, that saw something in him when he couldn’t see it himself….. it’s a mirror! we’re all just here bursting with the desire to love and protect and cherish and i think that’s so so so special. dean’s real because we care, and our love is an act of creation. anyways. happy birthday dean.
#loving dean is so personal & we were all so hurt because they tried to ruin him. & he represents in each of us: vulnerability. perseverance #our capacity to love and keep on loving in spite of things #and this neat little holiday we’ve made out of his birthday just proves that that part is alive and well in us #even if it’s still hurting! especially if it is. #and that in turn means dean is alive in us too :-) (x)
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Summary: It has been a difficult year at best for the Winchesters and company. With the end on the horizon, emotions are running high. Join the hunt for the final twenty four hours. Who will be left standing come the rising of the dawn?
Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Eileen
Appearances by: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Y/N Y/L/N, Eileen Leahy, Jack, Castiel, Jody Mills, Donna Hanscum, Bobby Singer, Charlie Bradbury, Garth Fitzgerald IV, Rowena, Billie, Chuck, and more.
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This is an announcement that my account will officially be a “Chris Evans Puppy Interview” stan account for the foreseeable future. I apologize in advance for the amount of gifs I will be reblogging, but this is the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.
This is an announcement that my account will officially be a “Chris Evans Puppy Interview” stan account for the foreseeable future. I apologize in advance for the amount of gifs I will be reblogging, but this is the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.
Tell me about Chris and I at his latest premiere? Please?
Inappropriate
Chris Evans x Reader
577 Words - NSFW
Camera flares were flashing all around, blurring the line between reality and a dream. You clung to his hand, letting him lead you down the red carpet until he had to stand alone, taking pictures for the press.
Chris looked amazing. There was something extra about him today; a twinkle in his eye to rival any Disney prince, and the darker wash of his hair was just about driving you wild. Not to mention the gray in his beard- that alone was enough to send you headfirst into a mess of filthy ideas. None that were by any means appropriate for a children’s movie premiere. It was Disney, after all.
Still… your eyes wouldn’t tear away from him, watching as he worked the crowd, waved to fans, smiled that giant smile that made your heart swell. He was a menace.
Twenty minutes later, you were safely back in his presence, your arm tucked perfectly in his elbow as you walked into the theater. It was quieter there and the peace around you was welcomed. His bicep twitched against your hand and your body tightened with arousal.
Biting your lip, you stopped dead, tugging him back a step.
Worry filled his face as he watched you look around the lobby.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” His deep voice flooded your mind and made your decision even easier.
“How long have we got?” you asked, countering his question with another.
He laughed softly and turned towards you, both hands reaching to steady your arms. “What? For what?”
“Before the movie starts,” you hissed hurriedly.
“I don’t know- half hour, probably. Why-”
In lieu of an answer, you grabbed his left hand and not-so discreetly dragged him with you towards the service closet by the coat check. If anyone noticed, they shook their heads and walked on by- leaving you alone.
Inside was pitch black, but you didn’t need light anyway. Once the door was shut, you spun around and pinned him to the door with a kiss as you reached up to drag a hand through his fluffy hair.
“Mmm… fuck-” His hands circled your waist and he pushed back a bit. “W-what are you doing?” His laugh penetrated each word but you kissed him harder, knocking his breath away. “Y/N…”
You kissed across his beard, licked at the shell of his ear, making him shiver gently. “I want you.”
He exhaled heavily, holding in a moan as your fingers dragged down the middle of him and latched onto the waistband of his slacks. “I… I want you too,” he whispered, head falling back against the door. “But- we’re kinda- I mean- can this wait?”
With a growl, you pulled open the snap of his pants and licked at his lips. “No.”
He tried to protest, but you knew he wasn’t going anywhere. The hard line tucked away in his boxer shorts gave him away too easily. You rubbed your palm down over it and Chris hummed darkly.
“Yeah, they probably could.” Dropping down to your knees, you tugged his slacks and shorts down to sit around his thick thighs and leaned in, laying a wet kiss on the tip of his cock.
His throat tightened and his voice went high. “And it’s… I mean- Disney! Babe!”
Fist tight around his shaft, you looked up in the dark and grinned. “You think Walt was a virgin? I think not…”
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Series Summary: Healing isn’t the destination, but a journey abundant in love. When two fractured souls just shy of broken meet, they try to relearn this eternal act under the burning gaze of the stars. But how will they mend one another without crumbling apart?
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings: swearing; I will give you feels, and then I'll give you angry!Bucky
A/N: HOLY SH*T MAN, I feel super guilty for posting this so late. I was not neglecting this story, but I've been wrestling with this chapter for months and it only started to come together once I let go of the reins. I'm rusty af, and I'm well aware it's not my best, but it's here!
"They moved silently in each other's orbits, solitary planets in a lonely galaxy."
-Amy Harmon
Dividers by @firefly-graphics.
appetence noun
an eager desire, an instinctive inclination; an attraction or natural bond.
Bailey stifled a yawn.
Not because work was boring - on the contrary, working for Stark Industries has been positively exhilarating. But the middle of the week still brought on a drowsy numbness, stretching the hours beyond recognition and making her mind wander off despite her best efforts to stay focused.
Giving up with a sigh, she left some files open on the screen to maintain the image of a job being well done, looking over at Jack at the next table. He was slumped down in the chair, typing something on his phone for a few seconds before he felt Bailey’s eyes on him, looking up with a frown.
“What?”
His attitude didn’t improve one bit in the past week.
“Nothing.” Bailey shrugged, gaze sliding off of him and out the window instead.
She caught herself staring at the sky more often lately and she couldn’t shake off a peculiar feeling about it. She has always been fascinated by the sky, true. But her attention was drawn to the beauties of the night before, and a hundred lifetimes wouldn’t be enough for her to get enough of its wonders.
But daytime? Daytime was something new. It gently carved a space in her heart for itself, and Bailey wondered if she ever saw a sky so blue.
Blue as his eyes, she thought.
Like the color never existed before and now, it was following her every step, waiting to sneak in through the cracks on her resolve. It was splattered across the sky, peeking through the clouds. Vivid on the shirt of a co-worker. Burning cold and bright in the heart of neutron stars.
Infatuation came quick over the weekend, and it soaked her to the bone. Bailey tucked the distracting little feeling into a corner, wrapping it in the color of deep seas and bribing it with reassurances. Surely, seeing the Winter Soldier was a chance meeting, nothing more.
And nothing to happen again.
She doubted Dr. Foster’s promise of seeing Tony often, too. He was balancing the management of a multi-billion-dollar company with being an Avenger, having bigger things to worry about than the progress of new hires. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.
But the Universe was in a curious mood that day. Made Tony walk into the laboratory not five minutes later, his dark blue suit lost under the sea of lab coats as their seniors rushed up to greet him, bombarding him with questions and the latest breakthroughs in the project.
Even Jack decided to play safe, his phone suddenly discarded in favor of pretending to be hard at work. But Tony gently pushed himself through everyone, not having a care for the progress of their work.
“Relax everyone, you can save all of it for our next meeting!” he shooed people off, taking a good look around until he spotted Bailey, face lighting up with amusement. “Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite stargazer.”
Bailey greeted him with a big smile as he slowly walked over. “Here to check up on us, are you, Sir?”
“Nah.” Tony waved her off with a sour expression, leaning against the table. “I’m supposed to be having an appointment right now, but I knew it would bore me to death. I see you still got good taste in picking shirts.”
It was a picture of the Solar System this time, with the sentence ‘You’re not the center of the Universe either.”
“They say you should dress for the job you want.” she shrugged with a grin.
“Good, good. Hope you two are not working too hard, though.” He gave a quick look over at Jack and if he noticed his flinching, he paid no mind. “Play some games too, watch some videos.”
“You have an important message, Boss.”
Head dropping back, Tony sighed dramatically, muttering a curse under his breath as F.R.I.D.A.Y. cut in. “For the last time, tell Pepper I broke my leg on the stairs and can’t make it to the meeting.”
“This is about the updated details on the last mission report, Serg-”
“Oh, THAT,” he interrupted, suddenly very enthusiastic. “Yeah, I need those right now! Tell them to bring it tooo…” he trailed off, spinning around quickly. “Lab 2 on the 7th floor.”
Lab 2? But that was—
“Reply sent.”
“Excellent!” Tony exclaimed as he backed away. “You be good now. Stay out of trouble, hmm? Keep up the good work, everyone.” And with that, he made a beeline for the doors and disappeared.
With a quirked brow, Bailey shrugged the encounter off. If anything, it put her in a better mood for now.
And as the sky shone brighter, it seemed to drown everything in its light, embracing them in warmth. As if the Universe wanted to apologize for setting her up, distracting her from the fact that it was about to do it again.
Bucky was sure he got the wrong place. Tony was supposed to be in an important meeting, so he half expected Pepper to appear at the next corner to take over the files from him. But as he walked along the corridor, navigating under the curious gaze of scientists, he finally suspected foul play.
“Dammit, Stark.” he breathed, suspicions confirmed when he found the lab, his gaze searching for Tony. Carefully, he walked into the lab, painfully aware that he stuck out like a sore thumb.
His gaze swept over the place over and over again until he suddenly spotted a familiar face peeking out from behind a monitor.
It was the girl from last Friday.
Bailey.
Bucky bit his lip, wondering whether he should go over. He didn’t exactly know her, and he had any business with new hires. And yet, he found himself desperately scrambling for an excuse.
He could ask about Stark. That sounded almost plausible. Sort of.
With a deep breath, he quickly made his way over to her before he could change his mind. Tried not to think too much about the way her face brightened when spotting him.
“Hey.” he breathed halfheartedly, noticing the guy sitting next to her. “I uh, I hope I’m not disturbing you.”
She smiled warmly at him. “We’re actually taking a small break. Is there anything we can help you with?”
“Yeah, I’m looking for Tony, and I was wondering if he’s around?”
“Oh, you just missed him. He was here a few minutes ago.”
Bucky cursed under his breath.
“Of course.”
“He seemed to put a lot of effort into avoiding work today.” Bailey added with amusement.
Bucky snorted.
“Yeah, he always does.” Huffing, he looked around once more. “Should’ve known better when he asked me to come to the lab.”
“It’s not that bad here.”
“Yeah?” Bucky bit his bottom lip, figuring he might as well stay if he ended up here. “What’re you guys working on?”
“It’s called Project S.O.A.R. and-”
“Wait, wait, let me guess.” Bucky interrupted, shaking his head in disbelief. “It’s one of Stark's crazy acronyms, is it?”
Bailey pressed a hand to her mouth, masking her laughter with a cough just to be polite. “Maybe.”
Bucky gave her a look.
“Well, okay, not maybe. It is.” she blurted, turning her monitor towards him a bit, pointing at a picture in the corner. There, right under the all too familiar logo of Stark Industries…
“Stellar Observatory Anomaly Research? Huh. Sounds only a little weird.”
“It’s actually pretty interesting.” She turned towards Jack, wanting to include him in the conversation, too. “Wanna help explain about it?”
With a flinch, Jack noticed they were talking to him and he quickly locked his phone, sinking it into his pocket. “No, thanks.” he mumbled, getting up and walking away.
Stunned, Bucky watched him leave before turning back to Bailey. “Is he always like that?” he asked.
“Pretty much.”
“What a douchebag.”
Bailey laughed.
“He is, but at least he’s quiet. Just jumpy when he’s on his phone.” She patted the now empty chair next to her. “Care to sit?”
“Oh, I uh, I don’t want to hold you up.”
“Oh, I don’t mind. It’s a nice break after spending hours staring at numbers.”
With a courage he wasn’t sure where he summoned from, Bucky sat down, settling in with a sigh. The other scientists were out of hearing distance, and with just the two of them, he finally felt like he could relax. Bailey didn’t seem to mind, the rest of the world seemingly lost on her as she continued to explain.
“The project itself will consist of a pair of satellites that the engineers are working on right now. Once launched into orbit, they will monitor certain parts of the sky to look for anything out of the ordinary.” She opened a few pictures, showing initial plans and photos. “It will catalog and monitor near-Earth objects, calculating their path and hopefully warning us way ahead if any would cross with ours. It’ll also alarm us about new objects as soon as they appear.”
“Seems pretty useful.” If Bucky wanted to be honest, he was even impressed with the project. Not that he’d ever admit that in front of Stark. “So is this something that’s already working, or…?”
“Not yet, no. We’re currently running early simulations. We’re throwing fake data at the program, testing if it’ll recognize patterns or threats. The key is to eliminate errors.”
“Sounds like you have your hands full. Don’t envy you.” Bucky commented.
“Well, it’s not always easy, sure.” She shrugged, a broad smile a sign she clearly didn’t mind. “But for me, it’s too exciting to even count as work. Dreamed about working in this field since I could remember.”
Bucky smiled. “That’s nice, knowing what you want.”
“For the most part, it can be, yeah.” For a fraction of a second, her smile seemed to falter, making Bucky wonder what it was that he said to cause it, but Bailey seemed to recover all too quickly. “How about you? You seem pretty interested in astronomy. At least I haven’t seen any of the Avengers stumble in here yet.”
“Can’t say I’m not interested.” Bucky chuckled. “I was always fascinated by science, but uh... my life took a few unexpected turns, I guess.” At that, he dropped his gaze to his left hand, fingers slowly flexing under careful inspection.
He sounded strangely calm though, and Bailey pocketed the image while he wasn’t looking; gave it to that peculiar new feeling in her heart for safekeeping. And that feeling, that funny little feeling got all fidgety and curious, wanting more.
“Don’t you ever get bored with it?” he asked absentmindedly, and Bailey laughed, genuinely, purely. It was a sight Bucky could get drunk on, his heart skipping a beat in desperation to burn it into memory lest his luck run out and he’ll never see that smile again.
“As if I ever could.” Bailey said, her waking love masked behind a smile. “Unfortunately for you, I never get bored with talking about astronomy.”
“Never?”
She leaned close, whispering conspiratorially.
“Ever.”
Her face was so close, and Bucky couldn’t tear his gaze from her. Like a drop of molasses in a pool of honey-gold glaze, her eyes shone smart and bright, making Bucky think of rich, dark coffee.
Coffee.
He could almost feel it, a question forming slowly. It was heavy on the tip of his tongue—
“Thank you for showing me around.” he blurted instead, clearing his throat as he quickly got up, suddenly afraid of what he actually wanted to ask. “I, uh, I don’t want to hold you up anymore.”
“Oh, it’s nothing.” He couldn’t help but notice the disappointment in her voice as she stood up, but it was too late to turn back now. He can curse himself for being a coward later.
He left as suddenly as he came, and as Bailey waved him off, she smiled despite being unable to drown out the feeling that he took a part of herself with him. A part she desperately wanted to follow, a gentle gravity forming, swirling, slowly waking in her heart.
The next day, Bucky found himself on the 7th floor, unable to recall how he even got there. Felt like he could find his way back to that lab with his eyes covered; bound by a bond, a tether, a thread of silk spun of awe and affection tugging on his heart.
There was something about Bailey, something that made him want more. He wanted to talk himself out of it, even now, as his feet seemed to carry him on their own accord as if they’d been here a thousand times.
What did he have to do with her? He was one of the Avengers now, after all, and Bailey was an intern. Hell, he didn’t even know how old she was, and yet, here he was, with a heart full of fuzzy feelings and a single desire.
He wanted everything to do with her.
Stopping at the glass walls of the lab, he watched silently, eyes scanning for Bailey as subtly as possible. When he couldn’t find her, he stepped in to get a better look, thankful that people seemed to look the other way and ignore him.
She wasn’t at her place - in fact, she didn’t seem to be in the lab at all. Her desk was clean, everything neatly packed away. Bucky figured they might be at a meeting, but then he spotted Jack, browsing his phone nonchalantly as usual.
He checked his watch, but it wasn’t even 2 p.m., meaning she should still be at work. Confused, Bucky looked around once more before swallowing his disappointment. By the time he got back into the elevator, he felt like sinking below the surface of the Earth in shame.
What was he thinking, really?
What did he expect to happen? That he’d waltz in there, show up driven by this indescribable, nagging little feeling in his heart, and what?
“You’re getting more stupid with age.” he mumbled to no one in particular, sighing heavily. He finally reached the upper floors, stepping out only to curse as he almost tumbled over a box that was definitely not there the last time he passed here.
“Oh, for the love of…” he growled loudly, kicking the box for good measure.
“Hey! That’s fragile!” Clint shouted, his head popping up from behind an enormous stack of cardboard boxes. It was impossible to decide if he was packing his stuff or building a castle.
“Then don’t leave it in the middle of the way!”
“Geez, who pissed in his cereal?” Clint muttered, but Bucky ignored it as best as he could. He turned to leave, trying to navigate through the maze of boxes, but the Universe decided to add insult to injury, making Stark’s head appear next to Barton’s.
“Aww, is C-3PO sad cause his girlfriend is not at work today? …ACK!” Tony ducked down just in time to avoid the roll of tape aimed straight at his head.
“Stop. Meddlin’.” Bucky gritted out. He felt anger bubbling up in his chest; a deep-hot boil under the surface, like smoldering ashes poked back to a raging flame. He still hasn’t forgiven Tony for messing with him yesterday, even if it ended in something relatively pleasant -
No, he decided to leave quickly before he’d throw something sharper, marching up to his room and slamming the door, hinges creaking. Not that the poor door had anything to do with this. Not that anyone had to do anything with this. The only person he was angry with was himself.
Taking a deep breath, Bucky tried to collect his thoughts and calm down. And not for the first time, he wished they were done with the moving already. He didn’t have a lot of belongings, sure, but all that he carefully collected over the years, from photos to objects, felt like fragile little pieces of his very being. Pieces that were now safely tucked away, wrapped up in newspaper and a gentle care. Pieces that left an absence in the room that now felt bare and unwelcoming, reminding him of his first night here.
Outside, the afternoon sky turned dark with gathering storm clouds, harsh wind pressing against the windows as if wanting to push the gloom inside the room.
Bucky collapsed on his bed, clothes and all, face buried in his pillow. But today, he dreamed of falling - eternally falling, speeding through the sky like a comet, the cold sound of rain against the window like the rhythm of a heart.
I love the infatuation, the excuses to find a reason to talk to each other (and matchmaker Tony is definitely helping here). This chapter was perfectly soft, showcasing their spot-on personalities and how they can fit together like a puzzle. And the writing was gorgeous!
Tried not to think too much about the way her face brightened when spotting him.
Bailey laughed, genuinely, purely. It was a sight Bucky could get drunk on, his heart skipping a beat in desperation to burn it into memory lest his luck run out and he’ll never see that smile again.
He took a part of herself with him. A part she desperately wanted to follow, a gentle gravity forming, swirling, slowly waking in her heart.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!!?!?!?!?!?! This is too cute. My heart is pittering. It’s pattering. I’m sighing. I love them.
Tell me about you getting drunk and Sam falling more in love with you because of how non filtered and real you're being. 😍
He knew he was staring, but he couldn’t help it. Sure, the whiskey was buzzing in his head but that wasn’t the real reason that his smile was at ease, that his limbs felt tingly and light, that his eyes refused to look away.
It was all her.
Y/N swayed next to him, her shoulder and knee bumping into him on every other beat. She was sloshed, beyond drunk, and rambling on about a hunt they’d been on three months ago and the grilled cheese Dean had made her the week before. Her voice was as loose as her words and Sam was intoxicated by her smile. She spoke with her hands, waving them around when they weren’t latched onto the whiskey bottle, and he found himself wishing they were wrapped around him instead.
“And another thing-” She stopped and burped the tiniest, cutest burp Sam had ever heard and his eyes grew wider, watching as she tried to cover it up with her fingers. “Sorry.” She laughed. “I may get the hiccups too, just so you-” Sure enough, the next noise was a hiccup. “Oh, man. Every time…”
“All good,” he said, passing the bottle back to her. “It’s cute.”
Y/N laughed and her cheeks burned bright. “You think I’m… cute?”
She turned towards him and nearly fell into his lap, her face in his, so close, too close.
Sam blushed hard and tried not to grab her by the collar and drag her into a kiss. “I mean- you are.”
“I am.” She grinned. “I so am. And you are too.” Her gaze passed over his face, lingering on the soft lashes framing his eyes and his oh-too-pink lips. “You’re so cute. Like… gorgeous. Why are you so pretty, Sammy? Why?”
He laughed softly and leaned closer, loving the very smell of her. “It’s… Sam.”
“I know who it is, Sammy. I’m just- I wanna know why you so pretty. Is not fair.”
Again, he blushed. “My name’s Sam,” he tried again, gently.
Y/N bit her lip and looked up at him through painted lashes. “Sam. Fine.”
“Thank you.”
“Sam?”
“Yeah?”
“Kiss me…”
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Y/N was leaning against the car when Sam came out of the motel office. He dangled a key and smiled.
“Got the last room.”
“Just one?” she asked, brow lifting in curiosity.
Sam shrugged shyly. “There’s a dentistry convention in town. Fully booked.”
Y/N sighed and kicked off from the car, shifting her duffel bag on her shoulder. “Oh well…”
The room was hideously decorated with giant purple flowered wallpaper and 70s shag carpet. The bed frame was ancient and the blanket looked about two steps from the dumpster.
Curiously, there was no sofa where the space for one allowed, and… there was only the one bed.
Y/N looked around the room and laughed. “There’s only one bed,” she commented, rolling her eyes.
Sam sighed heavily. “Yeah, sorry… I can sleep on the floor I guess…”
Her eyes lit up with glee. “What is this? Are we in a damned fanfic?”
Sam dropped the key on the table by the door. “A what?”
Y/N waved it off with another laugh. “Never google yourself, buddy. There’s a world out there you really don’t need to see.”
Memory washed over him and Sam cringed. “Oh… that. Yeah… I’m… I’m aware.”
“Did you know they also write you and your brot-”
Sam shuddered and held up his hand. “Please. Don’t.”
Y/N's had a long day of training and was planning on a relaxing bath. Bucky tries his best to make her alter that plan.
Written for my Beka ;)
Bucky x Reader
Words: 850
Warnings: Smutish
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She’d been training all day.
On a roof.
In Brooklyn.
In August.
For the last two hours of the hellish session all she thought about was a cold, cold glass of wine in a hot, hot bath. So, after enough Thai food for two people and maybe a small child, that was exactly what she was doing.
Candles lit, nearly an entire bag of epsom salts dissolved, she sank into the blessedly hot water. Her sore muscles protested the heat for a moment before relaxing more and more. She smiled as the AC kicked in and thought of Bucky making fun of how it didn’t make sense to lay in hot water while you were blasting the air conditioning.
Y/N closed her eyes as she settled in and took the first sip of wine. “Oh my God, I’ve been waiting for this all day.”
“Ya know, if I didn’t know better I’d think you were talking about me.”
“But you do know better.” Y/N smirked and cracked an eye to see Bucky leaning in the doorway.
“I do.” He pushed off the door and strode into the bathroom. “Rough one?”
“Just long. You?”
“I was with Sam. It was excruciating.”
“You poor thing. What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m joining you.” Bucky kicked his jeans off. “Scoot up.”
Y/N narrowed her eyes at him, but sat up making room for him behind her. “Fine, but I’m not sharing my wine.”
“I’d never ask you to make that big of a sacrifice.” He tugged her shoulder when he sat and she settled against his chest.
The two sat in silence for long moments, hardly moving in the eucalyptus scented water. Y/N’s fingers occasionally drifted over Bucky’s skin, he pressed kisses into her hair.
“We should never get out.”
“Seems a bit impractical.” Bucky chuckled.
“Let’s vote. Mine counts as two.”
“I don’t know. I had some plans,” Bucky dipped his head and brought his lips to Y/N’s ear. “And I don’t know how well I can execute these plans in here.”
Bucky’s hand skimmed between her breasts, the teasing touch leaving goosebumps in its wake. It continued its path down her body beneath the water before stopping to rest Y/N’s inner thigh.
Her thighs parted slightly without her realizing as she let her head fall to the side exposing her neck to him in hopes he’d continue the unspoken promise.
Bucky took the hint. He nipped at her ear before moving to her neck. His lips grazed over the sensitive skin while his thumb mirrored the attention on her hip.
“I have faith in your ability to adapt Sergeant.” Y/N tried to open to him more, but with his legs bracketing hers she couldn’t.
She felt Bucky’s smile against her neck. “Is that so?” He didn’t give her any shot at responding as he shifted his hand to cover her pussy. Y/N tensed in anticipation, but Bucky didn’t move anymore.
“See? You’re getting there.” She goaded.
“Thank you so much for the vote of confidence.”
Bucky’s left hand moved from the edge of the tub slowly. Y/N tracked the teasing movement with her eyes, her breaths becoming shallow, and when the cool metal of his hand finally landed on her breast they stopped all together. Bucky rolled her nipple between his fingers until she melted back into him.
Once Y/N relaxed, Bucky started to toy with her pussy. He started slowly, one finger working between her folds, finding her clit. The water was barely disturbed by his soft movements.
“Bucky…” Y/N whispered.
“Ya know,” He increased the pressure on Y/N’s clit. “I think you might be right about this whole adapting thing.”
“I-fuck-I usually am.”
“I still think we should get out though.”
His metal hand moved against her throat. There was no pressure, he simply rested there, a promise of things to come.
“Mmmm. Are you sure?”
“Well, my original plans require a little more room to work with.”
“Maybe if you told me these plans…”
He knew her body so well, knew how to work her up so expertly, she was already close. Bucky’s hand flexed around her throat. It was a split second, but it wound her up impossibly higher.
“Hmmm, I don’t know if I want to divulge. Guess I could tell you that when I walked in here and saw you laying in this tub, your body looked a lot like it does after I’ve made you cum. Your muscles lax, you look like opening your eyes would be impossible. It’s so fucking hot.”
“Fuck, baby.”
“I was thinking ‘fuck I gotta get my mouth on her’” The finger on her clit dipped lower, teasing her entrance. “Can you guess where I wanted to taste you the most?”
“N-no”
“Liar.”
“Will you show me if I get out of the tub?”
“Yes.”
Y/N stood so fast she almost tumbled out of the bath. Stepping out, she grabbed her towel and looked over her shoulder at Bucky. "Meet you in bed."
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