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@amethystbucky
𝘚.𝘚. 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛 part one
Part two here
I wish we could save posts on tumblr, but unfortunately that's not an option, so here's a list of my favorite fics.
Which are mostly smut let's be real...
Disclaimers
Due to not being able to tag more than 50 people, I've decided to keep the tags out.
CREDITS GO TO ALL ORIGINAL WRITERS
NONE OF THESE WORKS BELONG TO ME
Minors DNI. NSFW content. I am not responsible for your media consumption.
☆ smut
♤ suggestive
♡ fluff
★ angst
SEBASTIAN STAN as STEVE KEMP
➤• FRESH (2022)
Legs for days on STEVE KEMP
some things never change 💞
THUNDERBOLTS* (2025) dir. Jake Schreier.
deliverance
Shades Of Blue
Pairing: Post TFATWS Bucky x Wife!Reader
Summary: One year being married to your husband, Your dinner reservation is forgotten the second he’s on his knees and looking up at you with his steel blue, pleading eyes
Warnings: Pure smut. Oral (f receiving), face sitting/riding, usage of bondage (handcuffs, on Bucky), unprotected P in V, kind of dry humping?, Dom! Reader Sub!Bucky (but they kinda switch), Reader is a tease, Bucky wanting to be covered in your release (is that a kink? Idk), doggy style, kind of choking but not really?, Dog tag mention! (Always), fluff at the end ;)
Word Count: 3.2k
(Umm…kinda liked doing the photo collage thing, but I think I’ll stick with gifs and only do the collage on smaller fics! 🫶)
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You were a sucker for blue.
When the ocean swarms your feet at the beach- the way the waves cascade in crowds
How pretty the baby blue sky looks with clouds dotting along, counting numbers and creating faces and shapes- animals and objects
But mostly? Your favourite shade of blue?
The ones between your legs. Looking up at you though eyelashes that flutter with barley restrained lust
Love and devotion cloud his pupils- his mouth worshipping your knee as he slowly straps up the small belt on your heels
You know you won’t even make it out the front door before he snaps- before his blue disappears into a pit of desperate need and he’ll be pulling you back into his chest just to show you how much he’d rather have you for dinner instead of whatever fancy restaurant Sam had suggested for your one year wedding anniversary
You try to step away- god do you try- but his hands- one flesh, the other metal, grip your hips and pull you right back against his face- nearly falling back until his fingers dig into your ribs
You don’t have a chance to protest- to compromise- because he already has you sitting on his face, tongue tracing your folds though the thin white panties he had only just gifted you with today
“B-Bucky-“ You whine, hands desperately reaching out to clutch any part of him. You fall empty handed, having to opt for placing your hands on top of his own while his nose nudges your panties just a enough to the side to finally taste you
His wedding ring digs deliciously into your skin, metal hand pressing down firmly on your stomach to create pressure. Your eyes keep drifting to the gold band welded into the metal- at the way it shines so brightly because he cleans it at least five times a day
His other hand- flesh and so perfectly warm- moves down enough just to grip your thigh to open you up more for him
His tongue traces your slit, groans vibrating against you as he eats you out like he’s been starving ever since you put on the red dress and acted as if you were ever going to make it out of this house without him doing exactly this
The only way to coax him from this- is to bribe him with more
“Come on B-Buck let’s just m-“ You moan, eyes squeezing shut “-Make it to d-dinner and-“
“-and what?” He asks, pausing for a moment beneath you- breath warm against your slick “And you’ll touch me later? Let me taste you later?”
You don’t even notice you’re dripping down his face until he helps you onto your feet and stands up, picking you up and carrying you right back to the bedroom, face slick with your wetness- unashamed and definitely ready to continue
“Didn’t even make it past the entryway” You mumble weakly as he sets you on the bed to undo his suit tie, blue eyes never leaving yours
“Don’t lie Sweetheart, you never planned on it” He replies earnestly, leaning down to cup your jaw “Now. Am I allowed to appreciate my wife on our one year anniversary or are you going to have to make me beg?”
Your lips part in thought- and he kisses you before you can reply with the second option just to tease him
You pull back with a grin, only faltering when you notice him walking towards your secret drawer and pulling out the two pair’s of blue fluffy handcuffs you brought as a joke when you first started dating- that are now so prominent in the bedroom that they’re basically apart of your sex life
“Bucky-“
“-I get too greedy” He says, gathering your hands- placing them beside eachother and placing the handcuffs in to the palms of your hands slowly, giving you all the control “Need you to tie me down”
You watch as he lies down on the bed, dress shirt- pants- everything except his suit jacket and tie and shoes that he never even put on in the first place still on
“What’s your colour?” You ask, tugging on the handcuffs, feeling the weight and fluffiness of them in your hands
His cock twitches in his boxers and pants as he licks his lips, already spreading himself ready for you
“Green doll, so fucking green”
You start with his metal hand, handcuffing it to the headboard slowly, watching the way he eyes your breasts like his favourite meal, chest heaving beneath his dress shirt
“Too tight?”
“Feels perfect” He corrects, tugging gently- even though he could break it in a split second- he likes pretending he can’t. You slip off your heels and let them fall to the ground
You move to his flesh hand, spreading your legs on his forearm- he greedily moves it up- letting your clothed heat rub against his skin
You moan before you can stop yourself and you hear his metal hand tug on the handcuff- instinctively reaching for you like he always does
“Naughty boy” You warn. Handcuffing his hand and moving back down to straddle his lap- gripping his chin “Did you ask permission to do that?”
“No” He whines- already. Chest heaving faster, and you already miss the blue in his eyes that are now pure blown with his pupils- only focused on you “Couldn’t help myself”
You move down to his crotch before he can continue blabbering about how badly he needed to feel some part of you- grinding your clothed heat agaisnt the prominent bulge- slowly and devastating- the way he groans- the way his fingers wrap around the chains of the handcuffs- it almost makes you cum on the spot
But you know better
“You disobeyed me. You don’t get to cum” You speak, watching the way his eyes squint with pleasure- how he tries to sit up- not getting very far
He watches you through lidded eyes as you strip off your panties- leaving you in nothing but your dress that you’re already bunching up to your thighs, and that’s when he looses control
“Fuck doll-“ He groans, arching his hips to try and chase friction you’re neglecting him with “Come ride my face- please” He begs, hands strained- chest heaving- eyes blown so wide that you wouldn’t be surprised if he’s blown the colour right out of them, but still, he lies there- desperate and ravenous, hands cuffed to the headboard, dress shirt tight against his muscles “Ruin my fucking shirt”
How can you deny such a beautiful man? Wearing his wedding ring with nothing but devotion for you written in his stars?
Plus, he started this didn’t he? He’s been begging for it all night.
He lets out what seems to be a sigh of relief when you finally remove your panties, tucking them into his pocket making him lick his lips with arousal. His chest slows beneath you when you finally reach his neck- his lips sucking into your thighs with a kind of anguish that’s impossible to ignore- and then when you finally hover just above his face- all bets are off
You know better the to hold back when it comes to this. Your hands grip the headboard as his tongue dips inside you, ass settling on his chin as you plant yourself on his face
He groans like a man possessed, hands tugging at the cuffs, tongue so deep inside you that it feels like one of his fingers- nose purposely nudging your clit like it was carved just to do so
He knows just how to taste you- how to make you twitch and squeeze your thighs around his head how he wants you too.
He groans appreciatively when you begin to rock your hips- smearing him mercilessly with your heat- knowing that all you’re giving him is all he’d give himself if his hands were free
He sucks on your clit, tongue circling it as if he knows every way to make it twitch in his mouth, only growing more relentless with every rock of your hips
“Just like that” You moan out, head falling back, eyes closed in pleasure. One hand moves to tangle your fingers in his hair, rocking your hips faster and harder. He groans loudly into you, legs now bent on the bed to stop himself from snapping the handcuffs clean off his wrists and taking you just how he wants you too
You sit up for a minute to tease- immediately regretting it by the pure desperation in his eyes, the frown on his mouth and the way your juices are completely smeared across his nose, lips, jaw and chin, even dripping down to his neck
“Get the fuck back on me before I break these cuffs doll” He warns, bulge so incredibly hard it might burst
“Just wanted to look at you covered in me” You say cruelly, watching his mouth open and tongue dart out to lick wherever on his face he can reach “Sure you don’t want to switch it up?”
“Not until my shirt is covered in you.”
You’re back on him before he can say another word and it’s not long before you feel yourself already close, clit pulsing on his nose and tongue squeezing around his tongue
“On my shirt” He mumbles into your heat- breathing steadily when you pull back just to cum, rocking your hips back and forth on his chest- smearing the shirt until it’s see through with your own release
Bucky watches with nothing but pure lust and worship, utterly silent as you cover him with yourself- not stopping until your thighs are shaking and your chest is heaving with overstimulation
There’s a wet patch in his dress pants from all the pre cum he’s leaking, and he doesn’t even care at all, too busy watching you take ownership- too busy worshipping the ground you walk on as if you carved it with your bare hands
He doesn’t fight the restraints anymore. Doesn’t buck his hips or lick his lips like the greedy man he is. Just stares. Silent. Waiting, carving every moan and twitch into his mind- the way your hair falls over your face and your mouth opens with moans that refuse to exit
“No.” He says immediately as he realises you’re reaching for the key to the cuffs, lifting his hip to gently tug you away from it
“No?”
“Ride me. I’m begging you”
Smeared with your juices. Shirt covered in your cum. Handcuffed to the headboard. Wet patch on his pants and he’s STILL asking for more?
You’re definitely going to end up sucking his cock dry before the night is over by how fucking much he’s turning you on
“So pathetic” You coo, already unbuckling his belt as you pull your dress off with ease
“Fuck” He draws out, eyes rolling back at the sight of you
“Colour, baby?” You ask, leaning down to suck on the wet spot on his pants making him moan loudly and buck his hips
“F-fuck GREEN!” He shouts out in pleasure, panting when you pull back with a smirk “Evil” He mutters non-heartedly as you pull his pants and boxers down in one, hands moving to unbutton his shirt but he shakes his head “Want to stay covered in you”
You lean down to kiss him, tasting yourself all over his lips and tongue, nipping at his bottom lip and pulling back only to settle on his hips
“Look at you” He praises, forearms bulging as his hands twitch to hold you- touch you- cherish you. “Show me that pretty pussy baby. Show me everything”
The whine in his voice sends your clit throbbing again and you spread your vulva with your fingers- his cock already hardening and leaking angrily from his red tip. He hisses out in pleasure when you barley rub your clit along his tip- smearing it in his cum
“You wanted this?” You ask, biting your bottom lip “Your cock sure looks like it did”
“Me and my cock are a team here doll” He groans out though gritted teeth “Gonna- gonna-“
“-Already?” You mock, rocking slower against him “I haven’t even touched you”
From the amount of times he’s cum just from eating you out- you’re shocked he hasn’t cum yet, but this? The fact that he’s reduced to a tied up mess with nothing but whimpers and eyes rolling back- you fucking love it, love the way he trusts you to take control
You slowly sink onto his cock, watching the way his chest heaves with sobs of pleasure and his throat bobs with moans caught in it. Your fingers find his chin, tilting his head forward until he’s forced to meet your own eyes
“D-Doll” He moans, hips meeting yours “Please” He begs, desperate and completely yours.
“Watch me.” You demand quietly, beginning to ride him “And don’t you dare cum until I say so”
He’s reduced to a half nod as his eyes blur with pleasure, never taking them off of you
The way your hands find his chest- how your lips part with breaths that are ragged, how his cock slides in and out with every roll of your hips- he almost explodes when you begin spelling his name with the roll of your hips, eyes daring him to disobey you
“Holy fuck-“
“-Language baby” You coo mockingly, really slowing down with the ‘K’ and ‘Y’ at the end of his name
“Please- god please-“
“-Please what?” You slow even further and he whimpers out in protest, cock twitching, hips desperate to move- cuffs dinging with protest at how hard he’s tugging on them
“Please” He pants, balls so tight he’s sure he’s about to cum a whole fucking river “I’m yours. Yours.”
The words unlock something inside you, and you begin moving with purpose, with remorse
He groans with every bounce- his balls hitting your ass perfectly, clit nudging his shaft with every thrusts
His hips meeting yours with each thrust, aligning perfectly in union as you fuck eachother with purpose
“Are you ready?” You ask, nails scratching his chest as he nods dumbly, already leaking inside you
One more roll- one more lip bite, one more-
“Bucky-“ And you both cum, chests halting with shock at the pleasure. Cum drips down his shaft and out of you as you slowly slide down his shaft, settling
“Oh my god….” He whispers, cum continuing to fill you up until you lean down to kiss his chest tenderly- almost apologetically
“That’s it, let it all out” You coo, not moving until his cock twitches with relief
You pull off of him slowly, sighing at the loss of him inside you, and silently stare at him- covered in you from head to abdomen
“Colour?”
“Green.”
You smile lovingly like nothing had happened, finally undoing his cuffs. He rubs his wrists first and then pulls you onto his chest, kissing you tenderly, thumb brushing your cheek
“Tastes like me” You mumble, pulling back to look into his steel blue eyes again, smiling at the colour you’re so in love with
“Hope so” He says, kissing you one last time before sitting up and pulling you up too, already making up his mind “Alright, ass up, let’s go” He demands, the dynamic switching almost instantly now that his hands are free.
You don’t even fight back when he positions you on your hands and knees infront of him, hands bracketing your hips and hips bumping yours, the hem of his dress shirt nudging your back
“Again?” You tease- gasping when he thrusts into you mercilessly- tip nudging your spot almost immediately making your eyes roll back and mouth stutter with moans
“Yes A-fucking-gain” He hisses out, thrusting fast and hard- dog tag hitting his chest beneath his dress shirt- only slowing once he sees how you’re still twitching from your last orgasm “What’s a matter? Can’t handle how badly I want to fuck you?”
“Bucky-“
“-How I always want to fuck you?” He continues, balls slapping your ass as your head falls forward with pleasure. The way his hands are spreading your ass to watch himself pound into you from behind “How today has only made me more relentless? How my cock is a fucking sucubuss for your pussy?”
“I thought it was your mouth-“
“-DON’T interrupt me” He thrusts particularly hard, pulling you up until your back is to his chest and his metal hand is around your throat, not squeezing- only stroking “Not when I’m reminding my wife how badly I need her”
You babble out a moan as he kisses your neck. Hands moving to knead your breasts as he thrusts into you slowly, your hips rolling in time with his own. His cock fills you perfectly at this angle, too nudging your spot with every thrust, fingers brushing over your nipples making them sensitive and hard
He cums inside you again after a few more minute of thrusting and groaning into your skin, and you cum too- moaning softly and letting your head fall back to his shoulder, breaths mingling and his chest heaving against your back
He lets you collapse forward slowly, hands steadying you as he falls beside you too, kissing your forehead softly. His lips trailing along your face, hands holding you close as if apologising for how he took you. He only pulls out of you when you smile and quickly gets up to walk away.
He opens the drawer beside your bed, smiling to himself at his dress shirt he’s still wearing, slowly pulling it off and setting it aside on the floor revealing his shiny dog tag. He watches as your panties fall out of his pocket and can’t help but smile to himself at how quickly they were taken off after just having given them to you
He pulls out a box and lies back beside you, handing it to you with a kiss to your knuckles, thumbs stroking your wrists so tenderly it feels feather light
“What’s this?” You ask, sore but satisfied, looking at your husband with a smile
“Anniversary gift” He murmurs affectionately, completely and utterly ruined and so dangerously in love “You okay?” He asks and you nod which makes him sigh with relief.
Opening it- your breath hitches at the diamond necklace inside, steel blue gem in the middle, delicate and immediately you know Bucky’s chosen this because he knows how much you love and adore the colour of his eyes- his Henley’s and the handcuffs, the ocean, the sky and the colour of his suits. All blue- all things that remind you of him.
“I love you” He murmurs, already moving to clasp the necklace around your neck. Leaning down to kiss between your breasts and then the necklace itself, pulling back to look into your eyes “Happy anniversary doll, you look so fucking breathtaking”
“Happy anniversary” You smile, one hand moving to the necklace and the other over his heart.
His eyes never leave yours, and you know now that blue isn’t just a rising favourite. It is your favourite of all time. Your forever feeling and favourite flavour. Because it’s all him. Steel blue- a man once who knew only cold and cruelty, now reduced to puppy dog eyes and a wife who would swim across an ocean for him
“Thankyou for choosing me” He says, holding you tighter, kissing you tenderly
“Anytime.” You whisper back against his lips, necklace brushing his dog tag “Any universe.”
Sebastian Stan photographed by An Rong Xu for The New York Times.
Alpine sure LOVES bucky cuddles 😉💕
my commissions are open or you can buy me a coffee
sebastian stan possibly cast as two face/harvey dent... bro really can't escape the superhero doomed yaoi can he?
I'm sure they sleep like this
tfw you’re so pretty it hurts and you know it
husband!bucky headcanons
word count: 400+ smut
husband!bucky who would be the most patient man you've ever met. on the days when you’re hormonal, overwhelmed, or just not feeling like yourself, he’s glued to your side. quiet support, gentle hands, that soft, steady voice that always brings you back down to earth.
It was the night before his week long business trip.
Bucky’s phone is angled low, lens pointed right where his cock disappears into you.
“Look at that, baby,” he rasps, voice thick.
“That’s it, stretch yourself on me. My perfect girl, taking me so deep...fuck—you’re gonna make me beg, doll.”
He lets the camera catch his cock glistening before you sink back down. You shift, hands on his chest, riding him into a steady grind, your clit brushing against him.
“Ride me just like that—grind down slow, yeah, baby. Fuckin’ use me, sweet girl. Give the camera something to remember.”
He thrusts up from underneath you, the wet sounds loud in the quiet room.
“Fuck yourself on it, doll. I can take it.”
His metal hand slides to your hip. He groans when he feels you tighten around him. He knows you’re close.
“Harder baby. Let it see how good you fuck me. Make the video fall in love with you too.”
You drop harder, faster, deeper.
“There it is, fuckin’ take what’s yours.”
“Just like that,“ you whimpered, your eyes rolling back as your cream starts to drip down his cock.
“You like it like this, doll? Look at you, doll…messin’ yourself all over me. Gonna fuck you full of my cum. Show the camera how bad you need to be bred.”
You clung to him, nails raking his chest as you came, pussy squeezing tight as his cum started spilling out around his cock.
“Can’t believe how much you take, baby…fuck, look at all that cum pushing out,” he rasps, voice completely shot as he zooms in on the thick mess forcing its way out around his cock.
“Gonna be dripping out of you for days, doll. I’ll be in that hotel bed watching this every night, cumming to you while you sleep. I'll be home before you stop feeling me…don’t worry, baby.”
babydoll - part 5
pairing. Bucky x camgirl!reader word count. 5.8k summary. you swore you could keep your two lives separate: medical intern by the day, faceless fantasy online by night. But then Bucky Barnes walks in for a check-up… and later logs in to watch you strip. He knows. You don’t. And the deeper he falls, the harder it is to keep both worlds from colliding. warnings. age gap (reader is an intern), MDNI, mutual masturbation, stripping, private show, bit of angst towards the end, insecure reader if you squint, no use of y/n. notes. posting this today bc it’s my bday hehe. the images in the moodboard do not depict the reader in any way, you can imagine her however you want. there are no descriptions of reader in this fic. also only one more part to go! (it is sitting in my drafts)
series masterlist || prev part || next part (coming soon)
The apartment was too quiet for a Saturday afternoon. This kind of quiet that made your skin itch with boredom.
Sunlight leaked through the half-shut blinds in lazy stripes across the bed, warming the sheets you hadn’t bothered to make.
You were sprawled on your stomach in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and the softest cotton panties you owned, phone propped against a pillow like it was the only other living thing in the room.
James had been texting you all morning—lazy, stupid little things that made you grin into your pillow like a teenager.
Something about how his coffee tasted like ash, something about how the sky looked too blue to be real.
Normal stuff. Sweet stuff.
passion for discipline
Summary: After months of perfect obedience in Steve's basement, you are finally rewarded with a new life upstairs as his pampered, collared princess.
Pairing: Steve Kemp x Female Reader
Word count: 6.6k
Warnings/notes: dead dove type shit!; kidnapping/captivity (the act of kidnapping the reader is not described); Stockholm Syndrome (heavy on this one!!); extreme power imbalance; psychological manipulation (heavily implied); “upstairs wife”; the other girls do NOT get the upstairs treatment!!; obsessive behavior; master/pet dynamics; reader crawls around in a collar and leash; smut; praise kink; oral sex (f! & m! receiving); anal play (tongue and fingers); orgasm denial/edging; overstimulation; breeding kink/lactation kink (brief); p in v; unprotected sex; aftercare (Steve is a cannibal, not an animal); Steve Kemp (that entire man is a warning, please); very light mentions of cannibalism (no actual cannibalism actions in the fic); pet names (mostly princess); no use of Y/N; unbeta'd
The air in this basement has always been the same from day one: cold, damp. Thick with the smell of fear. Not your fear, no; you learned quickly to breathe in and out slowly, to be patient for him. No screaming, no fighting, no wasting energy. You couldn’t say the same for the others. You still hear the rattling of their chains, sometimes, hissed curses when they think he’s not listening (or when they think he is). Not you. Never you. You kept your eyes down, voice soft when spoken to, your body ready to please the second his footsteps sounded on the stairs.
You don’t want to believe you’re Steve’s favorite, not yet. But you notice he lingers at your cell more often. That his fingers brush your cheek instead of gripping your throat, that he smiles at you instead of scolding you. Your food tray always has a little something extra: a square of chocolate still in its gold foil, some blueberries. And sometimes, he even murmurs a gentle “good girl” in your ear like a secret only the two of you know.
And still. Still, you don’t think you’re his favorite. You’re just nice enough that he doesn’t see reason to punish you.
── lessons in lovemaking [masterlist]
── marvel au ✩
bucky x blackwidow!reader You and Bucky Barnes go undercover as a married couple, but when a fake kiss gets too real, he unexpectedly finishes in his pants—leaving you both stunned.
── tags ✩
18+ content minors dni, smut, fem reader, dry humping, blindfolding, handjobs, fondling, nudity, dry humping, grinding, female masterbation, soft dom vibes reader, soft sub vibes bucky, bucky is touch starved, premature ejaculation, clothed ejaculation, reader has dubious methods of coping, vague mentions of previous sa, ex black widow reader, mentions of red room, very consensual, safe words, use of safe word/motion, kissing, panic attacks, bucky barnes needs a hug, if you squint, there's some plot, fluff, angst, bickering, major arguments, sparring, training, mentions of alcohol, injury, bloodr, eader is lowkey depressed, trauma. mentions of past violence, death and war, no use of y/n, lmk if i've missed anything - will be updated with each part
─── main masterlist ✩
