Thinking so much about clingy, mutually possessive, filthy sex and how much I just need that rn
The kind of sex where you and Bucky just can't feel close enough to each other. You physically can't get any closer than you are, his thick cock buried so deep inside you but you still need more of him. He has nothing left to give you and you're glad because if he was any longer, you wouldn't be able to take the rest.
You're panting against his neck, whining out your frustration each time he slides home into your warm, wet body. His own groans are low, rumbling from his throat and hanging in the humid air of the bedroom you share.
"You know I can't fucking resist you. I can't." Bucky moans, grasping one of your wrists, guiding it between your bodies, encouraging you to play with yourself while he fucks you.
"I can't say no to you. Fuck, I'm yours." You hardly hear what he's saying over the obscene, wet sounds of your body accommodating his.
Your fingertips rub against your slick clit and the sensation is almost too much. "You're mine." You whine against his neck, using your free hand to claw at his back, driving him impossibly closer to you.
There's something reassuring about the feeling of his skin on yours. It's hot and sweaty but it's so comforting being naked with him, enjoying the pleasure of each others' bodies. You don't feel vulnerable communicating your pleasure to him; you feel understood.
"I am." He groans, eyes fluttering shut, lost in the way your body clings to him. "All yours. And you're mine, aren't you? My good girl."
It's a relentless build up, each stroke taking you a little further than the last and at some point, the band just has to snap.
"I am." You whine, barely able to manage any more words than that.
"You feel like Heaven. You were made for me. This warm, tight little pussy fits me perfectly." His body still isn't close enough to you, not that there's any way you could physically feel more of him.
"You take me so well, you know that? You take every drop of cum and you still beg me for more. Fuckin' love it." Just the very mention of Bucky pumping his release into you makes your walls flutter, dreaming of the feeling of his thick load shooting into you.
"I can't last like this." You hear him mutter and you're almost glad because you're not far off either. "Can't last when I can see that pretty face." His eyes meet yours and he pulls you in for a kiss that stifles your moans for a few seconds.
"Bucky, please." You groan when he pulls back, rubbing yourself just a little too quickly now that you've gotten desperate.
"Go on sweetheart, let me feel you cum for me." It only takes a few more strokes for your high to take over, pleasure rippling through you in a way that leaves your legs shaking.
You almost miss the start of Bucky's release, given how distracted you are by your own but the unmistakable throbbing of him inside you tells you he's reached his own peak if his moans didn't give it away.
Rules: Tag 10 or more people you want to get to know better
Relationship status: not single
Favorite color: pink and blue
Song stuck in my head: Seven by Jungkook
Favorite food: that soup my grandma makes with chinese cabbage, potatoes, carrots and meat and if it has a salty boiled egg oh my god it hits i'm so good nomnom
Last song listened to: uhhhhhh Seven by Jungkook LMAO otherwise I want to end my life by Takayan
Dream trip: like uhhh all over asia! i wanna go back to vietnam at least once, maybe thailand too, travel to taiwan with my friends and being by their side is the best treasure i have in my life, anywhere is a dream trip HAHAHA
Last thing I googled: "crueller" was trying to figure out why my gdocs was telling me to write cruller instead of crueller and wondered if i actually spelt crueller wrong somehow
tagging @yoodokjas @ekanatsume @rusquared @yukarishoodie @lee-hakhyun @headphonemouse and anyone who wants to join <3
I was scrolling through @ekanatsume 's post and saved this in my drafts (I was a bit under the weather, and I'd lose the post for sure, which led me to take such measures)
Let's get started, shall we?
Rules: Tag 10 or more people you want to get to know better
Relationship status: Single
Favorite color: Sage green, emerald green, and some particular shades of green
Song stuck in my head: Criminal Love by Enhypen, Road not taken by &team
Favorite food: Anything my mom prepares. But I am particularly fond of my grandma's beef stew.
Last song listened to: Road not taken by &team
Dream trip: The whole damn world, periodt.
Last thing I googled: Harvard Experiment (do not judge me. I was merely curious)
Last song listened to: Is It Over Now? (wonder why it's stuck in my head haha)
Dream trip: Canada, visit all the beautiful lakes
Last thing I googled: Charmed (my mom wanted to know the characters names)
No pressure tags: @catasha @jjsmaybank20 @winchesterszvonecek @lives-in-midgard @yelenasdiary @romanoffshouse @hyper-fixated-delusions
Relationship status: Single but mentally dating Bucky Barnes
Favorite color: Blue
Song stuck in head: Is It Over Now? By Taylor Swift
Favorite food: Pizza
Last song listened to: Suburban Legends by Taylor Swift
Dream trip: Disneyland Paris
Last thing I googled: Amazon (I wanted to look for a marvel advent calendar)
No pressure tags: @lokisbiiiitch1993 @sergeantbarnessdoll @nicoline1998enilocin @buckys-wintersoldier @secretswiftymarvelfan and everyone who would like to join!
Relationship Status: Single (also mentally dating Bucky Barnes)
Favorite Color: blue and red
Song Stuck In Head: Enchanted by Taylor Swift
Favorite Food: any kind of pasta
Last Song Listened To: Daddy’s Home by Usher
Dream Trip: Italy
Last Thing I Googled: Converse
No pressure tags: @katherineswritingsblog @buckys-wintersoldier @nicoline1998enilocin @sarah-writes-stucky @sebastianstanisahotmf and anyone else who wants to do this!🩵
“They’re growing,” Bucky smiled as his metal fingers drew shapes over your swelling baby bump. “When do you find out what you’re having?”
“Two weeks,” you told him, kissing the top of his head. “Steve wants to be there.”
Bucky looked up at you and nodded. “Of course he does.”
“Are you…okay with that?”
The brunette super soldier kissed you gently. “You know I am, baby.”
You kissed him back, smiling against his lips. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
“I’m a lucky man,” he smiled, kissing your nose, earning a giggle from you. A few moments of silence went by, and Bucky could sense that something was weighing on your mind. “You alright?”
“Yeah,” you exhaled, not convincing him for a second. “Just…don’t know how to feel.”
His metal hand began to lazily rub your back as he held you close to his chest. “You don’t have to know.”
“I know…I just don’t wanna lie to you and say that my feelings for him are gone,” you spoke softly. “But there’s also the feelings for you.”
He kissed the top of your head. “You’re having his baby,” Bucky reminded you. “It makes sense that you’d have some kind of love for him.”
“Sometimes I miss him,” you confessed, hiding your face in his shirt. “I always wanted a normal family.” You let out an incredulous chuckle. “If only I could have you both.”
*immediately rethinks having such a long username...*
@anika-ann @darsynia @peyton--warren @ellethespaceunicorn (bc you also have a long username lol) @brandycranby @jamneuromain and let's face it i don't want to tag SEVENTEEN people so have fun, kiddos. Go nuts!
Thank you for making me regret choosing this username @jamneuromain 🫣😂🩷 I won't murder you in your sleep, but I might haunt you for all infinity in the afterlife... 👀
Rules: Pick a song for every letter of your url and tag that many people.
N ~ Never Enough // Loren Allred
I ~ I Don't Love You // My Chemical Romance
C ~ Candle In The Wind // Elton John
O ~ One More Light // Linkin Park
L ~ Life Is Like A Dance // DJ Paul Elstak
I ~ If I Can Dream // Elvis Presley
N ~ Never grow up // Taylor Swift
E ~ Endlessly // Amaranthe
1 ~ 1001 Arabian Nights // CH!PZ
9 ~ 9 to 5 // Dolly Parton
9 ~ 99 Problems // JAY-Z
8 ~ 8 Mile // Eminem
E ~ el Diablo // Machine Gun Kelly
N ~ Nightingale // Demi Lovato
I ~ I'll Be There For You // The Rembrandts
L ~ Listen // Beyoncé
O ~ Our Farewell // Within Temptation
C ~ Can You Feel The Love Tonight // Elton John
I ~ I'm Not Okay (I Promise) // My Chemical Romance
N ~ Nicotine // Panic! At The Disco
No pressure tags 🩵 @buckys-wintersoldier @mrsbuckybarnes1917 👀 @ccbsrmsf1 @cevansbaby-dove @avengersfantasies @cosmicbucky @lives-in-midgard @multiversefanfics and everyone else who wants to participate 🥰
Could you imagine the first time people hear Bucky giggle. Not a belly laugh, not a chuckle, not a snort or a cackle. A giggle. The cutest, most adorable giggle with the nose scrunch and shy smile and flushed cheeks. Sam paused mid sentence, doing a double take before staring back at Tony.
“Did-did you just hear that?”
Tony’s face scrunches into something between a cross of amusement and confusion when he hears it again.
“The man who threw me off a roof is giggling”
“He almost shot me in the face” Tony snorted, the both of them watching Bucky scroll through a phone he just learned to use. He’s blissfully unaware he’s the current centre of attention, fully invested with scrolling through tiktok. He’s splayed out on the couch like a baby while his head rests on your lap, nearly purring in between his giggles when you card your fingers through his hair.
“He’s like a house cat. A really large, has the ability to kill us all from miles away, house cat” Sam shook his head. You absolutely love when he giggles because it’s not often. It’s when he’s relaxed and happy without a care in the world, comfortable enough to let his guard down. He comes the sweetest puppy ever and it melts you every time.
“You’re so cute, baby” you lean over to peck his nose causing another adorable sound to sneak out, his cheeks blushing even more “the absolute cutest”
@cinnamonmatcha has posted three fics - non of which are her own. she is not even crediting the original poster and she doesn’t seem to know that’s plagiarism and is refusing to take them down
so far she’s posted three fics and doesn’t seem to be stopping considering she doesn’t even think what she’s doing is wrong. if anyone knows the authors of the fics she’s stealing please let them know so they can report her for plagiarism
Series Summary: When you were little, your life was changed forever. Your parents were brutally murdered before you, and the doctors said it was a miracle that you survived. Now, almost 22 years later, you come across the man who took everything from you.
Chapter Summary: A night of heavy drinking leads to a drunken choice.
What to expect: heavy alcohol use, smut(ish), ptsd, angst
taglist: @felicitylemon @lostinth3echo
Series masterlist: Here
The tense silence filled your small apartment living room as Bucky held the Purple Heart Medal in his hand, holding it carefully as if it would break if he were to mishandle it. Knowing that you had just told him a large part of your history, you chugged the rest of your glass of whiskey and got up to pour yourself another.
“I’m so…,” Bucky started with a soft voice, “I-I’m so sorry.”
You stood at the counter in your kitchen, looking at him through the pass-through that faced your living room, drinking your glass. How were you supposed to respond? You couldn’t say, “It’s okay,” because you knew it wasn’t. You couldn’t say, “Thank you,” because why should he feel sorry for you? You caused this, after all. Your choices that day changed the lives of multiple families. The last thing that someone should feel towards you is sorrow or pity.
Instead of replying, you downed the glass of whiskey you had just poured before going to pour another. It was at that point that you realized you had run out.
“Shit,” you cursed to yourself, sighing and gathering your coat and wallet. Bucky watched you curiously, cautiously following you out of the apartment. You didn’t acknowledge him as you walked to the small liquor store on the corner of the street.
Bucky recognized the signs of someone with an addiction, and knowing he was in no position to help you, even if he could, dug a deeper pit in his stomach. For all he knew, he was one of the reasons why you had turned to the depressant. He stood by quietly, letting you make your purchase of four bottles of Jack Daniels, two one-liter bottles of Fireball, a twenty-four pack of Bud Light, three handles of Absolut Vodka, and six packs of rolling papers. Altogether, the total for your little spree came out to be $253.11, and you paid it as if it were nothing to you. Gathering your purchase, you finally spoke to Bucky.
“If you’re gonna follow me around, you can at least help me carry something.”
He reached out his gloved left hand and grabbed two of the bags, making sure to carry them carefully so as not to break them. You, on the other hand, carried the twenty-four pack and the other three bags.
“This is a lot of alcohol,” he pointed out as the two of you walked back down the street. He recognized your strength, becoming curious as to how you were able to carry such weight without straining or becoming tired. “Sure you don’t need me to carry anything else?”
“I go it,” you replied flatly. “Didn’t need you to carry those ones. Just thought I’d give you something to do.”
Bucky nodded, following you up to your apartment, setting the bags on the floor and watching while you poured two glasses of Jack.
“Thank you,” he said quietly when you handed him one of the glasses, going back over to the couch to sit with you.
The next few minutes were tense as silence filled the air surrounding you both. Unable to stand it anymore, you turned on the TV and started a random show. Bucky exhaled and sipped his drink while the two of you watched it silently. Bucky didn’t know what to say, so he sat there silently, looking down toward the floor at the glass that rested in between his hands. While you rarely showed your emotions, you could easily read others like open books.
“I don’t blame you,” you told Bucky. “For that night…I don’t blame you for it.…not anymore, at least. Once I found out everything, it shocked me, but it helped me direct that anger to the right place.”
His blue eyes looked up and scanned your features, looking for any sign of fear.
“But I did it.”
You shook your head. “But why?” you begged. “Why were they targeted anyway? What reason did HYDRA have to even know them?”
Bucky opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to come up with some sort of explanation. “I…don’t know,” he finally said softly, traces of regret in his voice. “I was programmed to follow orders, not question them.”
You nodded, staring off past him as you were lost in thought. “You wanna help me heal, right?” you questioned him.
“More than anything,” he confirmed.
“Then help me figure out why HYDRA wanted us dead.”
He nodded and gave you a small, tight-lipped smile. “I can do that.”
A couple of hours passed as you and Bucky sat on your couch, drinking away the alcohol you had purchased and watching movies on Netflix, when finally, something occurred to him.
“How are you not drunk?” he questioned curiously. “I mean, we’ve almost finished two bottles of Jack.”
You shrugged. “It’s weird…since I got back, my tolerance has gone way up.” He looked at you skeptically. “I’m not complaining, though,” you continued, “I love the taste of it more than anything…I am starting to get a bit tipsy.”
Bucky chuckled. “It’s been a while since I’ve gotten drunk drunk,” he told you. “Takes a ridiculous amount for me to get drunk. Gets expensive after a while.”
“Well, what do ya say we get drunk then?” you asked, chugging down a bit of the bottle you were drinking from before getting up and grabbing the rest of the alcohol and bringing it over to the coffee table.
The sergeant raised an eyebrow and sipped from his own glass. “Is that really a good idea?”
You finished off the last little bit of Jack Daniels before grabbing two beers and throwing one over to Bucky. “Probably not.”
He smirked and held his beer up to yours. “Cheers.”
It was creeping up on three in the morning, and you and Bucky had collectively finished off three bottles of Jack Daniels, six beers each, a handle of vodka, and had taken ten shots of Fireball each. He had his head thrown over the back of the couch, and his eyes closed, letting the feeling of drunkenness take over him for the first time in what seemed like a century. You, on the other hand, allowed the feeling to engulf you. Here you were, having an admittedly fun night with a handsome man by your side. There was plenty of alcohol to go, and there was one thing on your mind. Giving into your urges and not considering the repercussions, you slowly climbed into the soldier’s lap, causing his eyes to open and his head to shoot up.
“What’re you doin’?” he asked quickly, his eyes wide.
“What’s it look like?” you chuckled, the smell of alcohol strong on your breath as you kissed his chiseled and scruffy jaw.
“You’re drunk,” he reminded you, trying to hold you away from him.
“Oh, come on!” you pouted. “So are you.”
He looked down, bit his bottom lip, and shook his head. “As much as I want to…we shouldn’t.”
“Says who? I’m not even that drunk.”
His eyes were filled with regret. “I’ve hurt you enough,” he whispered. “The last thing I wanna do is take advantage of you.”
“You didn’t do anything!” you begged him to understand. “And how would you be taking advantage of me? I want this.” He didn’t respond; rather, he closed his eyes and tried to ignore your actions, but you were making it more difficult with each second. “Come on, Sarge,” you began rubbing your hands over his shoulders, nipping at the skin underneath his ear, and feeling him tense underneath you. “I can feel you, ya know.” You ground your hips against him, his erection giving him away.
“Godammit,” he hissed, exhaling deeply.
Finally, you looked into his blue eyes, your lips mere centimeters from his. “If you really don’t want to, then push me off your lap.”
“Didn’t say I didn’t want to…believe me, I do,” he argued softly, the smell of the alcohol on his breath permeating your senses. “I said we shouldn’t.”
“We both deserve to feel good…feel wanted,” you insisted, kissing his jaw again. Hesitantly, his hands made their way to your hips, and his lips ghosted just above the skin on the side of your neck. You let out soft moans at how his breath touched your skin, and his hands gripped your hips. “Please…” you whispered, “give me something good to dream about.”
Bucky’s breathing and heart rate skyrocketed, the urge becoming more difficult to resist.
“You’re in charge,” he told you, his voice deep and gruff as his resolve finally broke and his lips finally touched your neck. “You say the word…and we’ll stop.” His hands gripped your hips tighter.
“Deal,” you agreed.
Suddenly, his hands gripped either side of your face, his lips collided with yours, and your tongues began exploring one another as your fingers tangled into his hair. His lips were soft, a complete contrast to the deep and harsh way he was kissing you. The soldier was devouring you, teeth clashing together as moans were swallowed up by each other. One of his hands wrapped around your lower back, holding you tightly and pressing you into his body as you continued to grind on his lap.
“You feel so big,” you moaned into his mouth, causing him to pick you up and carry you to your bedroom, your legs wrapped around his waist.
He chuckled deeply and lay you down. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Eagerly, you undressed each other until you were both only left in your underwear. Your eyes closed as his mouth began to trail kisses up your body, beginning at your feet. His vibranium hand wrapped around your leg, and suddenly, your eyes shot open, and breathing became almost impossible as you were reminded of the feeling of the cold appendage gripping your skin.
“Stop!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, kicking him as hard as you could. Your foot connected with his face, causing a bone to break in his nose and his upper lip to be busted. “Get away from me!”
Bucky backed away from you, holding his hands up to show that he meant no harm.
He watched in pain as you shook and cried, the fear of that night coming over you once more. “Get away, get away, get away!” you continued to scream and plead, curling up in the fetal position against your headboard. “Please, don’t hurt me.”
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Bucky spoke softly, staying in his spot across the room. It killed him to see you in this amount of fear and agony. Even though he knew his nose was broken and his mouth was bleeding, he didn’t care at the moment. Your sobs hurt more than a broken bone ever could. “It’s okay,” he continued to soothe you. “I will never hurt you ever again,” slowly, he made his way closer to the bed, going for his clothes that had been discarded on the floor. “I’m going to go, okay? I’m going to get my clothes, and I’m going to go.”
Finally, you looked up at him, remembering where you were and what had been going on.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered faintly, choking up again. “Oh my god…I’m so sorry.”
“You have nothing to apologize for,” he spoke calmly and softly as he picked up his clothes from the floor. “I’m going to go, okay?”
The idea of him leaving broke your heart, causing the tears to gather again.
