The Place I Dump the Things I Like

Female, Mid 20s, 18+

[theavengers]

Avengers: Doomsday (2026)

[anyataylorjoys]

☁️ no thoughts brain melted ☁️

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Uhm okay, can I please request something with (beefy) Bucky Barnes (maybe it takes place after tfatws) who wears a dark emerald green suit, his hair combed back with a few strands falling in his face (like in captain america strange new worlds) and he looks so strong and handsome and I just 🫠

He attends a gala with Sam and the (shy/curvy/chubby) reader who is Sam's best friend and she is the one who gives them the whole informations (the smart one), who does the work behind the computer. Well Sam and Bucky part and Bucky is with the reader and they are dancing like an undercover couple, the sparks are there and he protects and flirts with her (that's when a little bit of his 40s manners slipping out, a rare side only for the reader to see and he keeps it only for her, which means he feels save, comfortable).

They get incredibly closer, the tension is already their and Sam sees the whole scene and smiles in disbelief and thinks: the sunshine and the grumpy man (of course he knows that they have a crush for each other and they won't admit it, yet) but then someone has started to shoot with a gun and Sam and Bucky found them, then the attacker was aiming at the reader and Bucky throw himself infront of her so he caught the bullet (which only strives the side of his stomach, so luckly a bleeding scratch) for her.

Bucky didn't say a word and keeps her save leaving the gala soon, when their outside they get into the car and the driver drives them to the reader's home. Bucky has been quiet for a moment being in his thoughts, then he looks down to his lower abdomen/side and hides it with his jacket. His healing is fast, so the bleeding already stopped. Bucky checks up on the reader and she does the same but Bucky lied and says that he is okay 🥺.

When they arrive at her home, they enter her apartment and offers him water and snacks (Bucky just thinks that she is adorable). When he sits down the reader sees a glimpse of his side and is worried and asks him what happened. When he tries to play it down like it's nothing, she gently takes his wrist and he looks into her teary eyes, his heart clenches and he tells her.

The reader prepares a warm bowl of water, bandages, a cloth and desinfection. She tells him to take his shirt of, which he does and the reader is of course staring at his toned torso, broad shoulders, strong stature, scars which are telling stories, he can’t help but tease her about it "do you like what you see, princess?" The reader flusters "I-I'm observing...", "for what?", "for another bruises and injuries" he just looks at her in awe.

She is cleaning his injury, her hands are warm and soft. When she cleaned his wound and patched him up she puts everything away and breaks the silence "You scared me, you know". He apologizes to her for not telling sooner and that protecting her was more important to him. The reader protests gently, tears are falling, she rambles to him that she feels guilty, that everything is her fault and that she shouldn't come with them because she cares a lot about him and couldn't lose the person she fell in love with.

Bucky's heart clenches and he wipes her tears away and tucks a strand behind her ear. They didn't realize that their faces are incredibly close and Bucky asks for permission (whispers a "may I?") to kiss her. The reader nods and they finally kiss. He pulls her closer, she is stradling his lap and the kiss turns into something more. Just Bucky being gentle and caring and confesses to the reader too.

It gets heated immediately and they start to make out and the reader gets all shy and flustered. Bucky being gentle and soft, kisses the reader, ask for permission and the reader knows where it leads to and she tells him that it's her first time and Bucky's reaction is so loving and caring that the reader has tears in her eyes because how he treats her and that she was nervous to tell him. She also trust him alot, so their making love 🙈. The morning after, he so caring too, wakes the reader up with kisses on her neck, shoulders. Bucky draws gently patterns on her arm. The reader asks him how he would treat his girl in the 40s and he replies with the sweetest answer ever (with in between kisses). "If I met you in the 40s?... *kiss* jesus I would definitely take you out to a restaurant *kiss* and we would be dancing through the night *kiss* then walk you home, maybe you ask me inside and... *kiss*", "and?", "and... we would be kissing, maybe making out *kiss*, well and then I would put a ring on that finger *kiss* as a promise to marry you one day"

The reader smiles at him in awe "do you mean it?, that you want to marry me one day?" , "Every single word" . Then he kisses the reader fully, and grabs after a tiny velvet box with the most beautiful ring in it (his mother's engagement ring). As a promise that she is his, his to love, to cherrish, to kiss, that he is going to marry her one day. That he is going to love her every minute, every day, every month, forever. He breaks the kiss to put the ring on her finger and is surprised that this ring fits perfectly "so... will you marry me?".

He dosen't care if it’s rushed in this moment, she is the one, he knows it. It just feels right. She nods with teary eyes and kisses him.

He never believed in love at first sight and true love but now he knows better. They kiss and cuddle for the rest of the day

Thank you and I'm so incredibly sorry, I got carried away 🥺🙈 but this was living rent free in my head

*I just imagined this ring, I found this pic months ago*

Again so sorry, please tell me if it’s too detailed and I'll send something else 🙈

Grazed By A Bullet For Love -> Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings-> Bucky Barnes x Shy/Curvy/Chubby!Female Reader

Summary-> Bucky protects you from being shot during a gala and he gets grazed by a bullet in the process.

Warnings-> Fluff, soft Smut (18+), language, gun, blood, kissing, hickeys, unprotected sex, love making, virginity loss, praise kink, crying (happy tears), pet names

A/N-> @jackys-stuff-blog thank you for the beautiful request🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes

Header made by my friend / divider made by me

GIF MADE BY ME!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You and Bucky entered the building where the gala is being held at with your arm linked with his. You two let go of each other to greet Sam when you two saw him.

“Took you two long enough to get here.” Sam playfully jokes.

“You can’t rush perfection, Sam.” Bucky says, smiling and looking at you.

You smiled as blush crept up on your face.

“You know you’re perfect.” He says softly and flirtatiously.

The blushing didn’t stop. Then the three of you talked for a moment before separating and going to different parts of the gala. You and Bucky stayed together. You two kinda acted like an undercover couple.

“Do you want to dance?” Bucky asks.

“I don’t know how to dance.” You say shyly.

“That’s ok. All you have to do is move with me and you’ll get the hang of it.” He says.

“Ok.” You say.

You put your hands on his shoulders and he put his hands on your waist. Bucky’s 1940s charm comes out as you two danced. It doesn’t come out often, but when it does, it’s always when you’re around. Sam looks over at you and Bucky. He heard Bucky’s 1940s charm slipping out for you. He smiles. He knows that you and Bucky have crushes on each other. He thinks you’re like sunshine and Bucky is like grumpy by the way you two act around each other. Although, Bucky is never grumpy when he’s around you. When you’re around, every ounce of grumpiness leaves his body. He thinks it’s cute.

Then all of a sudden, gunshots erupted in the room. Everything turned to chaos and everyone started screaming in fear. Bucky wraps his arms around you and shields you from the bullets flying around the room. He winces when a bullet grazes the side of his stomach towards his lower abdomen. He didn’t make any noises of pain. He just winces. All he cares about is protecting you. He always does. Then he quickly and carefully gets you two out of there before anything worse happens. You two got in a car and you told the driver to take you and Bucky to your apartment.

On the way to your apartment, Bucky moves his suit jacket and looks down at the side of his shirt. There was a little bit of blood soaking through his shirt from where the bullet grazed him. He thinks silently to himself. He’ll be fine. He’s a Super Soldier. He’ll heal fast. Besides, he has had worst injuries than this. He puts his suit jacket back into place before checking on you.

“Are you ok?” Bucky asks softly.

“Just a little shaken up. Other than that, I’m fine.” You say. “Are you ok?” You asked.

“I’m fine.” He lies.

Bucky hates lying to you. He only did it so he didn’t worry you. When you and him got to the apartment complex you live in, Bucky pays the driver and then you two go up to your apartment.

“Would you like something to eat or drink?” You asked sweetly.

“Surprise me, doll face.” Bucky says.

You blushed when he called you doll face and then went to the kitchen to get something to snack on and something to drink for you and him. Bucky thinks it’s adorable when you do that. He texted Sam and told him that you and him got out of the gala safely and you two are now at your apartment. You went back to the living room and put the snacks on the coffee table and gave Bucky a bottle of water. You didn’t see the blood on Bucky’s side till he sat down on the couch. At this point, the blood soaked through his suit jacket. Your eyes went wide and your heart dropped when you saw it.

“Bucky, you’re bleeding!” You exclaimed worriedly. “Were you shot?” You asked.

“I just got grazed by a bullet. It’s nothing to worry about. It’ll heal.” Bucky says.

“It is something to worry about.” You say.

Bucky looks up at you when you grabbed his wrist gently.

“Please let me patch you up.” You say.

“Ok.” He says softly.

You got a bowl of warm water, a wash cloth, and the first aid kit. You went back to the living room and got everything set up on the coffee table.

“Can you take your shirt off please?” You asked.

Bucky took his suit jacket off, along with his button up shirt. You couldn’t help but stare at him. Your eyes lingered his body. Bucky smirks when he caught you staring at him. You didn’t even realize that you were checking him out until he said something to you.

“Do you like what you see, princess?” Bucky asks teasingly.

You stammered with your words for a second before forming a coherent sentence.

“I-I’m observing…” You say shyly.

“For what?” He asks.

“For another bruises and injuries.” You say.

Bucky looks at you in awe when you said that. Then he lays on his side so you can clean his wound. You sat down on the couch next to him. Your hands are soft, warm, and gentle as you patched him up. You gently cleaned the wound with soap and warm water before patching it up. Then you put alcohol on it so it doesn’t get infected. Bucky hisses when the alcohol touches the wound. Then you put a bandage on the wound and you were done. You put everything away and went back to the living room.

“You scared me, you know.” You say, breaking the silence.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want anything to happen to you. I just wanted to protect you and get you out of there safely. You’re very important to me.” He apologizes softly and sincerely.

Your eyes teared up. You couldn’t help but feel guilty.

“Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have gone to the gala anyway. I shouldn’t have been there. It’s my fault for going. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I lost you. I can’t bear to lose the love of my life.” You rambled, your voice cracking.

Bucky’s heart clenches at your words. He lifts his hand, gently wiping your tears away and tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. You two don’t even realize how close yours and his faces are.

“May I?” Bucky whispers, asking for permission to kiss you.

You nodded, giving him permission. Bucky kisses you softly and passionately. After a moment, Bucky pulls you onto his lap so now you’re straddling him. He’s so gentle and caring with you.

“I’m in love with you too, doll. I always have been.” He confesses softly.

The kiss gets heated quickly. Everything about Bucky right now is soft and gentle.

“Would you like to go any further?” He asks softly.

You couldn’t help but get flustered when he said that. You knew what he meant by that.

“You should know that I’m a virgin.” You tell him shyly.

Bucky pulls away and looks at you.

“There’s nothing wrong with that. We don’t have to go any further if you don’t want to.” He says sweetly.

“It’s ok. I don’t mind.” You say.

“Are you sure?” He asks just to be sure.

“I’m sure.” You say.

Bucky’s loving and caring reaction made you tear up. He wiped away your tears again. Then you and him stand up from the couch and went to your bedroom. Bucky was so gentle with you when he undressed you.

“You’re so gorgeous.” Bucky compliments softly, kissing your shoulders and the sides of your neck.

You couldn’t help but blush. You got settled on your bed while Bucky undresses himself. Again, your eyes lingered his body. He didn’t tease you about it this time. He just let you look at him. Bucky gets on the bed in between your legs. He sits back on his knees and he props your legs up on his thighs. His hands gently rubbed the tops of your thighs as you prepared yourself to lose your virginity.

“I’m ready.” You say after taking a deep breath.

Bucky leans over you and kisses you softly and sweetly before going any further. Then he leans his forehead against yours.

“Do you trust me?” Bucky whispers.

“With my life.” You whispered back.

Bucky smiles when you said that. Then he sat back up and lines his cock at your entrance. You gasped when his tip entered you.

“Breathe.” He says softly.

You took deep breaths as he slides his cock into you. He talks you through it. Then he gives you a moment to adjust to his size. He kisses along your neck, marking you up.

“You can start moving.” You say after a moment.

Bucky kisses you softly before doing anything.

“If at any point, you feel uncomfortable, tell me and I’ll stop.” He says softly.

“I will.” You say just as softly.

His hands rested on your waist when he began thrusting. You gasped softly at the new sensation you’re experiencing. It was a pleasure filled gasp.

“Are you ok?” Bucky asks softly.

“I’m- I’m fine.” You stuttered.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

Bucky talked you through the whole thing. Even if it was the simplest thing during it, he still talked you through it. He just wanted your first time to be special. It’s obviously special since it’s with him. You’re on cloud nine right now. That’s how good you’re feeling. Actually, more than good. Amazing. That’s how you’re feeling right now.

“Bucky!” You moaned softly.

“Yes, babydoll?” He almost whispers.

“It- It feels so good!” You moaned.

You put your hands on Bucky’s shoulders and pulled him closer to you. Then you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close and tightly. You also wrapped your legs around his waist. You made sure to be careful to not accidentally bump his wound with your leg. One of Bucky’s hands left your waist to caress your thigh. Your head falls back in pleasure. Bucky took that as an opportunity to kiss the column of your neck. Then his free hand goes up to your head, gently putting your head back into its original position to kiss you softly and passionately, which turned into another passionate make out session. You two were moaning against each other’s lips.

“Bucky, I-” You cut yourself off with a moan before you could finish your sentence.

“What is it, babydoll?” Bucky asks softly.

“I think- I think I’m close.” You moaned.

“You are, doll. I can feel you. Go ahead. Let go.” He says softly.

You did just that. You moaned his name loudly as you did so. Your nails dug in his back, making red scratch lines on his skin. Bucky praised you and made love to you through your orgasm.

“There you go. Good girl.” Bucky praises softly.

Bucky wasn’t too far behind you. His thrusts didn’t falter for a second. He leaned his head against your shoulder when he came inside of you. His thrusting comes to a complete stop. You two remained in that position until you two caught your breaths. Then he pulled out and laid down next to you. He covered both of you up with a blanket and pulled you closer to you.

“How are you feeling now?” Bucky almost whispers.

“Amazing.” You say softly and smiled.

Bucky smiles and kisses you softly. You two cuddled till you two fell asleep. The next morning, you woke up to Bucky softly kissing along your neck and shoulders. He was also drawing patterns on your arm with his fingers. You smiled as he did so.

“Good morning, Bucky.” You say softly.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” Bucky says just as softly.

You turned over so you could give him a proper morning kiss. You two laid in silence for a moment before you spoke up.

“Can I ask you a question?” You asked.

“You can ask me anything, doll.” He says.

“If we met in the 1940s, how would you treat me?” You curiously asked.

Bucky smiles before answering your question.

“If I met you in the 40s?” Kiss. “Jesus. I would definitely take you out to a restaurant.” Kiss. “And we would dance through the night.” Kiss. “Then walk you home. Maybe you ask me inside and…” Kiss.

“And?” You asked softly and curiously.

“And… we would be kissing. Maybe making out.” Kiss. “Well and then I would put a ring on that finger…” Kiss. “As a promise to marry you one day.” He says softly and kisses you once more.

“Do you mean it? That you want to marry me one day?” You asked softly.

“Every single word.” He almost whispers.

Bucky kisses you softly again and then leans over the edge of the bed to grab his pants. He got a small velvet box out of the pocket and sat upright in bed. You sat up as well. You gasped softly when he opened it. The most beautiful diamond ring is in it. His mom’s engagement ring to be exact.

“So… will you marry me?” He asks softly.

“Yes! Yes, of course I’ll marry you!” You happily answered.

Bucky smiles widely and puts the ring on your finger. Then he kisses you passionately. Tears of happiness were rolling down your cheeks. Then you looked at the ring to admire it.

“It was my mom’s engagement ring. She told me to give it to the woman I fall in love with and that woman is you.” He softly tells you.

“It’s absolutely beautiful.” You say.

“And so are you.” He says softly.

You smiled and pecked his lips softly a few times.

“We’re engaged.” You almost whispered.

“We’re engaged.” He almost whispers.

“I love you so much, Bucky Bear.” You say softly.

“I love you too, babydoll.” He says softly.

-Bucky’s Doll

[fckmebarnes]

about time

roommate!bucky barnes x student!reader

18+ smut. p w no plot lol. fingering. multiple orgasm (2). reader fake hates bucky. light choking. teasing. breeding kink if you squint with whimsy. pnv. they always loved each other.

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older reupload from a blog no longer around. hehe makes me wanna do more roommate bucky hehe. enjoy!

You had shared an apartment with your roommate for almost a year, needing someone to share the rent with but not having many friends yourself besides people you knew through your best friend, Nat. Somehow, she knew everyone and she liked to play match maker in the process.

“Come on, I think you two would be great together.” She nudged your arm with hers, pressing how great you and Bucky would be together. But you despised everything about him. He was cocky, arrogant, he had a mouth on him where he never shut up. You couldn’t stand him.

“Bucky? Oh god, no. I can’t stand him.” You groaned at even saying his name, you didn’t want anything to do with him.

“Like you have any other better choices.” She laughed and you sighed. She was right, you didn’t have many friends and you mainly kept to yourself in classes because you wanted to focus on your education. You decided that you would give it a try, you needed to save money afer all.

And here you were, standing in the kitchen doing last nights dishes that mainly belonged to Bucky. You hated how he never cleaned up after himself, that you were usually the one to do it. You had brought it up to him a few times but he would just laugh and shake it off and then leave the house to go out to god knows where.

“Ugh!” You threw a bowl into the sink that was filled with bubbles, frustrated.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” You shivered at the sound behind you, knowing it was Bucky. You rolled your eyes and turned around, wiping your wet hands on your jeans.

“You’re what’s wrong, Barnes. Can’t even clean up after yourself.” He chuckled and walked towards you, setting his coat down on the countertop. He looked you up and down, licking his bottom lip before smirking. You sucked in a breath, not really sure what he was doing and why he was getting so unusually close to you.

“Can I help you? Why are you so close to me?” You tried to back away, but your lower back hit the edge of the countertop, his arms holding onto the edge to box you in.

You were inches away from his face, noticing the specks of blue that danced through his eyes, the look of lust overwhelming his face. You had to admit, as much as you hated Bucky, you had to acknowledge that he was attractive as all hell. You knew that he was attractive from far away, but up close you were tempted to kiss his soft pink lips.

“Let’s not act stupid here, doll. We both know that I can hear you at night when you think I’m asleep, touching yourself to the thought of me,” He inched closer, his lips finding their way to your jaw line pressing an open mouth kiss to your skin. “The way you moan my name when you reach your edge.”

Your breathing hitched, shuffling your thighs together to get some kind of friction. The way he was talking to you, how close he was, he knew you were turned on and you couldn’t decide if you loved him for it or hated him even more.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You trailed off as he hummed against your skin, trailing down to your neck and nipping the skin softly, the vibrations of his hum running through your whole body right to your core. You wanted to push him away, wanted to continue to hate him. But you knew that he had you right in his trap, and you weren’t really sure if you wanted to escape.

“Don’t play dumb with me, sweets. Do you know how long I have waited to rest between your legs and feast?” His hands found their way to your hips, gripping tightly as he found his way back up to your lips, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. You fought the urge to reach out and wrap your arms around his neck, not wanting to be putty in his hands. 

“Just admit it, pretty girl. You imagined what it would be like to be fucked by me.” He let out a low growl as you reached your arms around his neck and pulled him to your lips, kissing hard. He closed the space between the two of you, grinding his hips against yours as you kiss passionately. He bit your bottom lip, pulling it softly as you gasped, giving him permission to slip his tongue into your mouth. You tasted mint, and a faint taste of cinnamon from the cereal he had this morning.

He groaned as you rolled your hips against him harder, reaching to grab the backs of your thighs as you jumped up into him. He carried you, his lips never leaving yours as he brought you to his bedroom, kicking the door with his foot. He carried you over to his bed and laid you down, pulling away and hovered above you.

He looked all over your face, admiring your features and reveling in the fact that you were allowing him to kiss you.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He murmured as he ran his fingertips over your skin, feeling how thin the fabric was and annoyed that it was in the way of feeling all of you. He took your shirt off, noticing that you didn't have anything underneath. He smirked, knowing that you did that for him whether you wanted to admit it or not.

“I can’t tell you how long I have waited for this. All those nights hearing you moan my name, what it would feel like that I was the one making you do it.” He kissed down your neck, your hands finding their way to his hair, gripping gently. He left open mouth kisses on your skin and met your nipple, sucking softly. You gasped quietly and felt Bucky groan as you made a noise.

“No, baby. I want to hear you.” He sucked harder, twirling his tongue over your nipple as you moaned at the feeling. You could feel him smirk as he parted from your nipple and gave the other the same attention. His fingers danced above your clothed core, teasing you as his mouth worked wonders on your nipple. 

“Buck..”You breathlessly gasped as he rubbed your clothed clit, wanting to work you up and edge you for making him hear you moan his name when you pleased yourself. He wanted to take his time, but he also wanted to just ruin you.

He grew impatient and ripped your panties off, revealing your slick folds before him. He smirked up at you as he ran a finger through your folds and slightly opening his mouth as you moaned under his touch.

“Such a needy whore, aren’t you?” You moaned as he spoke dirty to you, loving the feeling of his fingers as he played with your folds before pushing two fingers in, curling his fingers in you, you clenched around his fingers, as he moved against the mattress hoping to relieve the tension in his pants. Him pleasuring you, pleasured him.

“Fuck, another, please..” you groaned as he pushed a third finger in you, feeling full but at the same time empty because it wasn’t what you really wanted. You heard his gasp as you clenched tighter, knowing that you were close.

“Make a mess on my fingers, doll.” You felt the feeling in your stomach as he continued to work his fingers in you, pushing in and out rather fast helping you chase your release. He pressed his thumb on your clit and worked all his fingers at once, making you moan loudly as you came all over his fingers. Your legs trembled as he pressed kisses onto your thighs, pulling his fingers out and making eye contact with you as he sucked on his fingers, moaning at how you tasted.

You leaned your head back on his pillows, as he traveled up to you, pressing a kiss against your lips and you grabbed his face with your hands. He took his jeans off in one quick motion, boxers with them and lowered his hips to yours, feeling his hardon against the inside of your thigh.

“For the record, I still hate you.” You looked over his face as he smirked, grabbing himself and stroking slowly. He knew the second he pushed inside of you, you wouldn’t be hating him anymore.

“I’m not so sure about that, doll.” You rolled your eyes as he lined himself up with you, looking into your eyes as you bit your lip. Without any warning he rammed into you, bottoming out quickly and letting out a loud moan. The feeling of being full with his cock made you moan as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Fuck, that feels so good, Buck..” he thursted into you harder, bringing his metal hand up to your throat and gripping sftoly enough to make you moan. You looked up to his eyes and made a smirk, wanting to see him go feral.

“I’m going to fuck you so good that you forget what it is like to hate me.” He gripped your neck tighter, his hips meeting yours and the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin made you turned on even more. His other hand gripped your hip, pulling you closer to him as he fucked you into the mattress, watching as your breasts bounced with each hard thrust.

“Please don’t stop..” You breathed out as he let go of your neck, gripping your hips and trailing a hand down to your clit, rubbing incircles to get you closer to your high with him.“You’re taking my cock so well, sweetheart. Tell me, have you thought about what it would feel like for me to fuck you this good?” He smirked as he felt you clench around him, the overstimulation from him working your clit, the feeling his cock thrusting inside you, was no match to your vibrator and own hand. Not only did you find him attractive, but he knew how to fuck.

“I..” You breathed out as you felt a feeling in your lower stomach once more. You couldn’t focus on answering his question as he rubbed your clit furiously, wanting to chase your high. He grunted as you didn’t answer, removing his hand and slowing down his thrusts, to a slow and sensual pace.“I can’t hear you, my love.” You groaned as you felt his entire length slowly enter you, exit and enter again. You could feel the vein traveling up his cock, as he fucked you slowly. He pulled out and flipped you over, ass up and face in the sheets.

“Please, Buck..” He teased his tip with your folds, grabbing a handful of your ass and massaging it until he striked your ass hard, hoping to leave a handprint.

“I said, use your words.” He smacked your ass once more as you moaned, biting your lip when you felt his hand travel down your spine and to the base of your neck, pressing you further into the mattress.

“I have, Buck. I have, please fuck me..” You whined as he teased you for a second more and pushed inside of you, moaning curse words at the warmth around his cock.

“Fuck.. that’s it, doll. All mine, you’re all mine you hear me?” He rammed into you and picked his pace up once more, slapping your ass occasionally. You wanted to reach between your thighs to rub your clit, but he was one step ahead of you as he reached around and rubbed your clit.

“Come for me, my good girl. Make a mess all over my cock and I’ll fill you up, all for you.” You both moaned loudly as you clenched around his cock one more time, your legs feeling weak as he used his other hand to keep you up, hips snapping against yours. You felt the feeling in your stomach as he took you from behind, releasing all over his cock.

“Good girl, fuck.” He grunted as his thrusts became messy, his breathing became hitched as he came inside of you, the warmth of him filling you up, and spilling out along the inside of your thighs. He stopped, and rested for a second, pulling out and watched as his cum spilled out of you, running down your legs. He ran a finger through your folds, pushing a finger into your sore pussy along with him cum.

“Buck.. please no more.” You whined as you felt his finger leave, letting you fall over on his bed before he got up and went to the bathroom to grab a towel and cleaned you up. He cleaned himself up and crawled into bed behind you, pulling you close to him.

You knew you couldn’t hate him anymore, you knew that there were feelings there between the two of you, and you didn’t know how to say it. Thankfully, Bucky knew what you were thinking.

“Be mine?” You chuckled as you turned over and met his gaze, pressing your lips against his and feeling him smile against your lips.

“Always.”

[gayeddies]

"If your cast had superpowers, what would they be?" x

[datadegroove-deactivated2026042]

the power of a bowl of rice mixed with some fucking bullshit cannot be overstated

[callalillywrites]

Heads Carolina, Tails California - Steve Rogers

Pairing: Husband!Steve Rogers x Wife!Reader

Word Count: 2324

Summary: After overhearing a conversation you weren't supposed to, you make some decisions where your relationship with Steve are concerned.

Warnings: emotional hurt/comfort; minor marriage problems; light angst with a happy ending

A/N: I think I was in need of some hurt/comfort when I wrote this one, and who better than our sweet husband and wife duo from Avenger-Style Domesticity to make that happen. Plus, I'd been itching to write a song based on one of my favorite country songs, Heads Carolina Tails California by Jo Dee Messina. Win-win.

Steve Rogers Masterlist | Character Masterlist

You'd just finished another pile of clothing you planned to pack when you heard the front door open and shut. A final check of your side of the bed, you left the room to greet Steve, your adoring husband of almost a year.

You couldn't wait to unveil your surprise, but one glance at his pale features had you pausing.

Before you could open your mouth, Steve's posture shifted from one of disbelief to something akin to the soldier you'd seen in action on a number of occasions. Steve's face grew almost as stony as Bucky's used to before he'd finally found the right therapist. This was a Steve you didn't see often, and you preferred it that way.

"How long?" was all he asked, his voice soft with what you could only describe as resignation.

"A few weeks at least," you said, your words careful, even as you studied him.

A part of you wanted to rush towards him and wrap him tightly in your arms at the way his jaw ticked. His Adam's apple bobbed a few times as his gaze moved towards the numerous soon-to-be-filled suitcases. When he spoke again, it was only to ask, "Where?"

"I don't know yet, but I'm sure it'll be exactly what's needed," you shrugged your shoulders while taking a step towards him, wishing to close the distance between you. It was a distance that hadn't existed until now, and it made you sick to your stomach it existed at all.

You stopped the instant his body grew more rigid than it already was. A look passed over his features that you wished you could read. Before these past few weeks, you would've been able to, but that day had been just the thing to disconnect the two of you. If what you had planned helped at all, you would take whatever risk you needed. Sure, your plans weren't on the level of some life-saving mission, but you hoped it would be enough to get your marriage back on track.

Your hands came up in a non-threatening gesture, hoping to soothe that rigidity in him. "We haven't been exactly in-sync with one another. It occurred to me that we need some time alone to reset, you know? Pepper's already signed off on a generous vacation, and I'm hopeful this will help with moving past what happened."

"If this is what you need, sweetheart."

"What we need, my love," you countered, allowing yourself a small smile. You couldn't help it as you took in the way his eyes widened before he schooled himself again. "Now, I could really use your help. Can you bring those cases into the bedroom? I already have a few piles ready to pack. You'll need to catch up."

"Catch up?" He shook his head, his composure slipping once again. An almost stern expression slipped over his face, but you knew him well enough that he was trying to work out whatever puzzle he'd just been handed. His head shook once more a moment later. "Sweetheart, you've lost me."

"You and me," you motioned with your finger between you two, "are going away for a few weeks."

His brows drew tighter together, creating crinkles that you used to smooth out with your thumb.

It beckoned you as it always did, but you stayed where you were. You didn't exactly want a repeat of his earlier rigidness when you attempted to erase the space between you. A space that hadn't existed since the early days of you two getting together. A space you couldn't help hoping this vacation would help ease in ways that time had only managed to increase these past weeks.

"I thought…"

His voice trailed off, unable to continue with whatever he'd been about to say, but you had to know. "You thought what?"

His throat bobbed again, and his gaze dropped to the floor near his feet. His words came out thick, raspy, and stammered, "I thought you were leaving me."

Even as you suspected those were the words he would speak, they still slammed into you.

You swallowed back the soft cry that came with the pain of those words spoken aloud.

Nothing stopped you then from closing the distance between you. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you tugged him close until you felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you equally close. Not an inch of space remained between you as you settled in his arms, anchored by your legs hooked around his hips. Your fingers wove their way into his hair until you could grip and tug his locks. You did so until his gaze met yours.

"Steven Rogers, you really think I'm some meek little mouse? That I married you without knowing the risks I'd be taking by being yours and you mine? That I haven't had Nat and Bucky training me since the day we officially announced we were dating? Or doubling my training when their schedules allowed after we got engaged?"

"No, but—"

You cut off whatever protest he might've given with a kiss, quick but firm against his lips. While you'd never consider the kiss one meant to lead toward a night of passion, it worked as if it had been. He reciprocated after a fraction of a second, his mind quickly recognizing and following your lead. Even when you pulled away, he tried to follow you, having missed this simple intimacy as you had.

A smile threatened to tug your lips upward, but you fought the urge.

With Steve now so receptive, you took this moment to finally have the talk you two had been circling without actually confronting. This was so unlike the two of you, and that was the hardest truth you'd had to confront earlier that day when it'd smacked you.

"My love, my darling husband, please do me the greatest favor and stop taking advice from Tony. He may have slept with more women than there are in Manhattan, but he knows very little about them. All you need to do is ask Pepper and she'd tell you the same."

When his brows drew together this time, you didn't hesitate in smoothing the crinkles that appeared as he asked, "How did you…"

"FRIDAY patched me into the lab earlier. I was hoping to have lunch with you since I missed you, missed us." You met his widening eyes with an arched brow. "Imagine my surprise hearing you two discussing how I wasn't acting as Tony was all too certain I would be after being kidnapped. To hear him say how much Pepper clung to him, which she was so thrilled to hear herself when I sent the recording not long after I asked FRIDAY to cut the connection."

Pink stained Steve's cheeks, a rarity anymore but gave him away without saying.

"Is his bad advice why you've been hovering so much these past weeks?" you asked in a voice barely above a whisper. You didn't need to be louder for his enhanced hearing to pick up your words. At his nod, you sighed, "Oh, my love."

His grip on you tightened. "I'm sorry, sweetheart."

You knew his apology went far beyond the hovering or the lack of communication. It encompassed all you two had dealt with the past few weeks, the kidnapping, the loneliness, and everything between. Just as you would with him, he wanted to make all your fear, hurt, and pain go away. He wanted to make it his and his alone to bear.

With a shake of your head, you pressed another kiss to his lips, softer this time.

This one lasted far less time than the first, but it was no less potent as you two continued to rediscover the smaller parts of yourselves that you'd lost but missed dearly.

"You nearly got yourself blown up to save me. Completely unnecessary from what Bucky's told me since then," you started, frowning at your husband. It was the only way to show him your disapproval that he'd listen to from your experience. Only when his face shifted into something resembling an apology did you continue, "I thought you needed me to be okay. It's what an Avengers' significant other does. I even convinced myself that I was okay."

Steve whispered your name when you paused to take a breath.

You shook your head. Your fingers weaved through his hair, taking comfort in the way it shifted and curled around them.

"It didn't even hit me how miserable I've been until I overheard your little convo with Tony. I didn't realize that by trying to prove I was okay, I've been putting you at arm's length. I've been hurting you, haven't I?"

The stricken expression that shifted over his previous one was answer enough.

"I'm so, so sorry, my love," you said, your voice breaking as several shameful emotions washed over you. You'd been just as blind to what you'd been doing as he'd been. It hurt to realize that you had, but at least, you knew you could do better going forward. You would do better.

Your head dropped to his shoulder as several shudders passed through you.

Though, you couldn't be fully sure they all belonged to you as Steve mimicked your actions. His body finally released the same tension he'd been holding as long as you had. Warm tears trailed down your shoulder to your collar just as warm tears trailed down your cheeks.

You both remained like that for several minutes. It was as if time slowed just for the two of you. It gave you those precious minutes to just be with one another again, to reconnect what you thought lost. What you had lost and almost lost.

A rumbling stomach pulled you apart with soft huffs of laughter.

"I might've skipped lunch," you admitted softly. "I just wanted to get everything set in motion, and I did. All that's left is packing what we're taking with us once you decide where we're going."

Expecting a reprimand for being neglectful of your health, you weren't prepared for the gentle shake of Steve's head or the sweet smile that graced his features. You definitely didn't expect the teasing glint that came into his eyes as he tilted his head to study you.

"Are you the reason Bucky and Sam cornered me before I left? They both declared they were under strict orders to bench me. Then told me that they'd be handling all my missions for the next few weeks. They even went so far as to lock me out of my office."

You gasped. "They didn't?"

"They did," his smile grew, "and I'll show them my gratitude later."

He took his first step into your home, causing you to squeak and grab onto him tighter. His rich laugh echoed off the walls in genuine pleasure at hearing you. His grip never faltered but rather tightened, keeping you safe. His giant steps brought you to the kitchen where he soon set you on the counter, patting your thigh.

"Now, sweetheart, let me whip something up for you while you tell me this grand scheme you've devised for us."

Over the next thirty or so minutes, you watched him whip up a grilled chicken salad with a few extras. Your eyes never left him, enjoying the view as he easily maneuvered around the kitchen with such ease. The sight was one you never wanted to take for granted as you recalled his earliest efforts and the progress he'd made since then. Plus, you just loved looking at him with the apron he insisted on wearing. How one man could look both so cute and so sexy at the same time was beyond you.

While he worked, you kept up your end of the bargain, outlining your plans for you two over the next few weeks. You didn't leave out one step in either itinerary you created that held activities you both enjoyed. It was truly an effort of love to create something to reconnect you both. You even made sure to leave some alone time should either of you desire it.

"So, mountains or beach?" you finally asked as he handed you your bowl and a fork.

He took a bite of his food, chewing while he carefully considered the two options you presented.

"Well, sweetheart, it seems to me you've already decided."

You frowned at him. "I haven't."

"Didn't you say something about me needing to catch up on packing earlier? If you've already started, then you must have a destination in mind that you'd prefer. So…"

Your smile returned with a hint of mischief. Leaning into him, you caught the way his smugness shifted into a bit of neediness. Staring a little too long at his lips tended to do that as you well knew. You used it to your advantage, too.

When he leaned in, you moved so your lips caught his cheek instead, earning a muffled groan.

It also gave you the perfect angle to whisper into his ear, "Well, I may have done a little shopping before coming home earlier. I thought some new lingerie that went well with either destination was called for."

"Do I get to see this lingerie before we head out?"

You shook your head. "Nope. Gotta wait until we get there, but first, stud, you gotta decide."

"They both sound so good, sweetheart." He took your empty bowl from you and set it in the sink. His hand, now free, reached into his pocket, fetching something you couldn't quite make out. At least, until he held it up for you to see. "Heads Carolina, Tails California?"

You nodded, your smiling growing until your cheeks hurt.

Whatever side the coin landed, you couldn't wait to see what this next adventure would bring for you two. You just knew that you'd do it together like you were meant to, and that's all that mattered.

[zaraomarrogers]

This is sooooo beautifully done 😍😍

Steve in that apron, moving around in that kitchen 😍😍😍

Husband Steve is a vibe❤️

Thank you for sharing ❤️

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[mickimoo1409]

The Broken Omega

Pairing - Alpha Jake Jensen x Omega Reader

Summary - Your alpha finds you and your life turns upside down.

A/N - This is my first attempt at an omegaverse fic so hopefully it doesn't suck 😂

Warnings - Smut, knotting, mating bites, domestic abuse, medical negligence, violence, Dubcon kind of. 18+ Only! My warnings are not extensive so enter at your own risk.

Word Count - 5.8k

"I've got eyes on target, moving south." Jake said, looking through the high tech, thermal binoculars as he laid flat on the ground at the edge of the mountain top, looking down at the town below.

"Stay on him." Clay ordered, "We need to see where he's going."

"No problem bo..." Jake began before his nostrils flared and his cock twitched in his pants, body flooding with something he couldn't put a name on, as the most amazing smell filled the air around him, "Oh shit."

"What is it?" Clay asked with concern, stomping across the space between him and Jake.

"What is that?" Jake rasped, dropping the binoculars from his face and taking another deep inhale of the sweet scent.

"What's what?" Clay responded with a raised brow.

"You can't smell that?" Jake breathed, getting up to his feet, sniffing the air around him, "It's incredible. Smells like...oh god...smells like...mate..."

"What?" Clay gasped as Jake continued sniffing the air over the edge of the cliff. "Are you serious?"

Jake couldn't stop breathing the scent in, desperate to follow it, desperate to find his mate, like his instincts were talking for him.

"Jake?" Clay yelled, snapping Jake's attention back to him, as Pooch, Aisha and Cougar ran over to see what was going on.

"Shit, the target?" Jake fumbled, quickly grasping at the binoculars on the floor, realising he'd completely lost track of his mission.

"Forget about the target!" Clay ordered, brows and lips raised in amusement, "Did you say mate? Did you. Jake Jensen. Absolute loser and failure with women. Just say that you smell your mate?"

"Uhh ..yeah I did." Jake said shyly, scratching at the back of his neck, "I think."

The team shared surprised glances between each other while Jake rocked on his feet nervously.

"You think?" Clay responded.

"I mean yeah I can smell someone strong." He shrugged, "Smells like cherries, vanilla, makes me wanna go home, but that home is wherever that smell is. Is that...normal?"

"Well shit Jensen!" Clay exclaimed with a grin, clapping Jake on the shoulder and shaking him as Jake smiled with a blush.

"Congratulations man!" Pooch cheered, whilst Cougar offered Jake a nod of his head.

"New mission fellas," Clay announced, "We're gonna go find Jakey boys mate."

"But..the target..." Jake argued feebly.

"The target can wait! Need to find your mate before she smells you and realises you're a loser. " Clay teased, ruffling Jakes hair, while he batted him away.

"Ha. Funny." Jake deadpanned, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Just kidding buddy, I'm happy for ya." Clay said sincerely before looking at the other losers and clapping his hands together loudly, "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go find Jensen's omega."

The group whooped and cheered as they made quick work of packing up their gear, ready to start a new mission. A mission that would lead to you.

"This way." Jake ordered desperately, hanging his head out of the passenger side window, sniffing the air frantically while Pooch drove, "Shit she's close."

They pulled into a small culdesac, idling along slowly as Jake scented the area. As they pulled up beside one of the large houses, his body stiffened, filled with anticipation and want.

"This is it." He rasped nervously, "This house. Shes here."

Pooch pulled along the curb and Jake jumped out, followed by Clay and Aisha, while the other two watched on from the truck.

They stopped at the gate and Jake's hand stilled on the white picket fence,

"Fuck. Do I look okay?" He rambled, "Do I smell okay? What do I say?"

"He's losing it." Clay smirked in amusement.

"Move out of the way." Aisha scolded, nudging Clay back so she could place a comforting hand on Jake's arm as he looked longingly at your front door. "Hey, Jake?"

"Yeah." He grumbled.

"Calm down okay." Aisha coaxed softly, "You're gonna do great, she's your mate, she's gonna love you. Just be yourself."

"Right. Myself." Jake mumbled to himself, "I can do that. Sure. Here goes nothing."

He pushed the gate open while Clay and Aisha watched on proudly from the opening like adoring parents.

His hands shook and his heartbeat quickened the closer he got to the door, your scent luring him in like a siren.

His fist raised and he shook his head, scolding himself for being so nervous. He was an alpha, he could do this, he'd told himself.

The knock vibrated through the door and Jake waited with bated breath as he heard the sounds of small feet scampering along wooden floors, before the latch clicked.

Meanwhile you had been restless all day, your neck had been throbbing right over the spot where mating glands appear and you felt like lightning had shot through your whole body, like it knew something was coming.

When the door rattled later on that day, your body stilled, eyes widening in fear before a soothing smell permeated the air.

As you inhaled your breath hitched and your throat tightened, a tear slipping over your cheek as the smell of old wood and spice called out to you, mate.

You knew you shouldn't move closer, you knew you should turn around and walk away, but you couldn't stop your feet as they pattered towards the wooden door, towards home.

You shakily pulled on the lock, and opened the door, eyes falling onto the most beautiful man you'd ever seen in your life. From his blond tips and goatee down to his board shorts and flip flops. Everything about him was just.. right, but nothing was ever that simple.

"Hello can I help you?" You squeaked nervously, tamping down the desperate urge to jump into the alphas arms.

"Hi, uhh I'm Jake. Jensen. Jake Jensen." Jake rambled, scratching the back of his neck nervously, as his whole body flooded with warmth at the sound of your voice and the sight of your beauty, "Shit. Sorry I'm nervous. You're beautiful. Fuck."

"Let her talk Jake!" Clay yelled from the gateway and Jake let out a nervous huff of laughter while you watched on with a lump in your throat.

"Sorry. Hi." He repeated shyly, lips curving up into a gorgeous welcoming smile.

"Hi. I don't..." You breathed nervously, suddenly aware of the open street and the rules you'd broken, "You can't be here."

"What?" Jake almost whimpered in dejection from those few words alone.

"You need to leave." You rasped desperately, "Now."

"But..I'm..and you're...I..." Jake mumbled as his eyes narrowed and the smile slipped from his face.

"He'll be home soon, if he smells you..." You pleaded, holding back the tears that threatened to fall, "Please...I can't do this...I have to go."

You slammed the door quickly, quickly closing the lock.

"Well shit." Jake huffed before stomping down the path with his head lowered.

"What happened?" Clay asked, worry painting his face.

"She told me to leave." Jake muttered.

"What?" Aisha gasped in shock, following behind him as he made his way back to the van.

"Yeah. I dunno." He muttered shakily, "She seemed scared. Could smell it on her."

"Scared of you?" Clay queried with a raised brow.

"I dunno. But I don't think I wanna give up." Jake sighed, "Sorry. I know that sounds stupid."

"Not stupid Jake." Aisha comforted.

"They got a hotel round here?" Clay asked, directing his attention to Pooch and Cougar.

"Two blocks away, four rooms, already on it." Pooch confirmed, not even glancing up from the phone in his hand as he typed away.

"Thanks guys." Jake smiled sadly.

"No problem," Clay replied, placing a comforting hand on Jake's shoulder, "We'll figure it out."

You collapsed against the back of the door, breath heaving and heart hammering. You had just seen your mate. Yours. But how?

You'd always been told you wouldn't have one. You were broken, not complete, a worthless omega.

You'd spent your teen life watching from the sidelines as your peers went through puberty, experiencing their first ruts and heats with excitement as they finally found out their designations.

Meanwhile, you were carted around to different doctors by your alpha mother and beta father, having test after test to find out what was wrong.

The results were conclusive, you would never have a heat, you would never get your mating glands, you could never bare pups. Although it had been obvious from your anatomy and profile that you should have presented as omega, it's like your body just stopped there, like it gave up and didn't provide you with anything else, you didn't even have a smell, so how this alpha found you you didn't know.

Your mother and father abandoned you soon after, a broken omega wasn't what they'd dreamt of, didn't fit into your mother's picture perfect life, so at the age of 18, you were on your own.

Now here you were at almost 30 and you were more confused than ever. Why would fate give you a mate only for you to never be good enough, for you to not be able to do what an omega should do for their alpha. The thought alone had your neck pulsing and throbbing once more as you sobbed against the door.

"Honey!" Grant called as he stepped over the threshold of your home.

You quickly tucked the bleach into the cupboard, hoping all your frantic cleaning had been enough to dampen the overwhelming smell of the alpha that had been near your home, despite wanting to soak in his scent.

"Hey, you're home." You smiled feebly as he crossed into the kitchen, his nose wrinkled and a scowl on his face.

"What the fuck is that smell?" He snarled angrily as he crossed the space, wrinkles forming over his hairless head as he continued to scrunch up his face in disgust.

"What smell?" You said anxiously, playing with your shaky hands behind your back as your heart rate accelerated, "I don't smell anything."

"Don't play fucking dumb with me bitch, I smell another alpha." He yelled, stomping over to you and taking your arm in his fist, "You had a man in here?"

"No. I promise I haven't." You began to plead, "There was a guy, he knocked on the door that's it, I sent him away I promise."

"Do you realise how lucky you are that I chose you?" Grant snarled, nose touching yours as he bore down on you, "That I felt sorry for your broken ass and took you in anyway."

"I do." You whimpered, "I know."

You did know how lucky you were. He found you a few years ago and decided to date you despite your flaws, claiming he never wanted kids or the annoying link that came with a mating bond.

He'd had his own bad luck after his own mate rejected him and it felt like fate that you'd met each other at the time.

When his true colours started to show, you made constant excuses for his behaviour blaming yourself for not being good enough, though he made sure to remind you at every opportunity that you were correct and you were lucky to have him.

You'd moved in quickly, after only six months of dating, convinced that he was your only chance, you never imagined that one day you would have a mate of your own, one whom you already felt drawn too, like he could protect you and keep you safe from everyone and everything, including the man now leaving bruises on your arm and frothing at the mouth in temper.

"So why are you lying to me?" He growled, saliva spitting from his mouth, landing on your face.

"I'm not I swear I would never..." You whimpered

His free hand raised, thwacking through the air as his knuckles connected to your cheek with a thud. If it wasn't for his hold on you, you would have probably ended up on the floor.

"Lying fucking bitch!" He yelled while tears began pooling in your eyes and your cheek throbbed, "His smell is all over you!"

"I didn't..I..." You stammered as a lump travelled up your throat, trying desperately to plead your innocence. You knew you never should have opened that door, he didn't like when you did.

"Shut up!" He commanded.

Your jaw snapped shut, body going rigid and tears streaming down your face from the alpha command.

"Better." He growled, "Now get your ass up stairs and present for your alpha. I'm gonna show you just what happens when you let another alpha touch you."

On the other side of town, Jake was pacing back and forth in the hotel bar while most of his teammates sat with their drinks of choice.

"Something's wrong." He muttered, hands gripping his hips, "Clay. Something's wrong. I can feel it. I don't know how but I can."

"Calm down Jensen." Clay responded from his seat, "What do you mean something's wrong?"

Jake shook his head at the ground, feet still moving of their own accord as his body filled with a horrible feeling that he couldn't understand, he just knew he needed to get to you.

"I don't know," He sighed, "I just feel it. She's hurting. She's scared."

"Cougar is on lookout, he'd report if something happened, last we heard she was still at home." Clay attempted to reassure him.

Jake stilled in front of Clay, eyes widened in fear, "I'm telling you clay, something's wrong. We gotta get over there."

"Just...hang on..." Clay ordered softly, pulling his phone from his pocket and quickly pressing it to his ear, "Cougar, do you have eyes on the target?"

"Still at home, no change." Cougar confirmed through the phone.

"See, she's home." Clay sighed at Jake, pressing his lips in a flat line.

"Clay. Please?" Jake pleaded, watching as Clay's resolve snapped and his need to help his teammate and friend took over.

"Fuck fine. Okay." He said with a nod, jumping from his seat before turning to Aisha and Pooch, "Stay here. It's probably nothing. The two of us will go and Cougar will watch our six."

They responded with nods as Jake muttered impatiently to himself, "Okay. Okay. Let's go."

"Jensen. Calm down." Clay said softly, placing his hand on Jake's shoulder as they made their way to the exit of the hotel.

"Calm down." Jake mumbled anxiously, "Right. Yup. On it."

You were curled in a ball on the bed, naked and covered in bruises from the hits you'd taken. Your pussy was sore and leaking with cum while your whole body shook from the fear.

Grant was stood at the end of the bed, tucking his shirt back into his pants with a proud smile on his face whenever he glanced back at your quivering form.

Suddenly your mating gland spot began throbbing again and you jumped when a loud knock resonated from downstairs.

Grant tutted in disapproval before sending a warning snarl your way and heading out of the room.

The knock sounded again and Grant threw the door open, eyes falling on Jake and Clay who stood in the doorway, Clay's hands tucked into his trousers while Jake looked around nervously.

"What do you want?" He snapped, eyes narrowing on the two while his nostrils flared, "Who the hell are you?"

"Hello sir my name is Clay." Clay replied calmly with a smile on his face, "Me and my friend here are new to the neighbourhood and just wanted to introduce ourselves, right Jake?"

"Right, yeah." Jake muttered, glancing behind Grant into the house.

Grant inhaled, eyes zeroing in on Jake as his fists clenched.

"You!" He yelled, pointing a finger in the other alphas face, "You were here earlier!"

"Uhh...well I mean..." Jake stuttered nervously, looking over at Clay for support, as he tried to work out how to play the scenario out.

"You the one sniffing near my woman?" Grant snarled.

"Your woman?" Jake said back with an underbite of something possessive and angry at the new information.

"Yeah, my fucking woman!" Grant continued.

"Well funny story," Clay chuffed, "Jensen here is actually her mate, so if you don't mind we'd just like to talk to her, check she's okay."

"Mate?" Grant snorted in amusement, "She can't have a mate."

"What do you mean?" Jake replied in confusion.

"Ha!" Grant laughed loudly, "You think you're gonna come here and find some perfect omega to take away and cherish? Sorry to disappoint you but she's a mess, she's broken, incomplete."

Jake's fists began to clench, body tightening as Grant spoke so unkindly about his mate, the woman he already couldn't stop thinking about.

"No mating glands, no smell, never had a heat." Grant continued with a smirk, "She's useless. Can't even do what an omega should. She's lucky I took pity on her ass."

"Stop." Jake muttered before narrowing his eyes on Grant and deepening his tone, "Stop talking about her like that."

"What? You defending her already?" Grant scoffed, "Trust me when you know how pathetic she is you won't want her either."

You whimpered in pain on the bed as your body began to convulse. Pain seared through your bones, neck throbbing and body weakening, something was wrong, something more than just the bruises you'd been left with.

"What the fuck? Is she okay?" Jake yelled, hearing your cries from the upstairs of the home, "Let me see her!"

He attempted to step inside the door, only to be pushed back by the other alpha harshly.

"Stay the fuck out of my house. She's fine." Grant sneered, "Just got taught a lesson about letting other alphas near her."

"You fucking asshole!" Jake yelled angrily, instincts going haywire that his mate needed him, that he needed to protect her.

There was no warning before the first crack of Jake's fist landed across Grant's jaw, forcing him to stumble back into the home.

Grant let out an angry snarl before launching himself back at the other man, punching him in the stomach. Jake retaliated in kind, unleashing his fists onto the other man as he continued to try and gain access to the house.

You heard the commotion between the waves of nausea and dizziness, slowly making your way to the stairs where your eyes fell on the scene of the brawl on the lower floor.

"Grant." You whimpered.

All of a sudden, three sets of eyes snapped to you, bodies stilling as they watched your body turn white.

"Something's wrong." You whispered before you collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Your eyes flickered open, pain throbbing through your core and a dull ache on your neck. When they focused, you looked around the sterile room as your heart hammered in fear, confusion filling your mind as you recalled being at home and now you were somewhere else entirely.

You looked to the side, suddenly noticing a figure sitting on a chair a couple of feet away, blonde hair running through thick fingers while his elbows rested on his knees.

You cleared your throat dryly and Jake's head raised, eyes snapping to yours and relief washing through his body.

"Hey, you're awake." He said as the tension dropped from his shoulders.

He quickly shuffled his chair closer to the bed and took your hand in his, pleased when you didn't try to shrug him off.

You felt the roughness of his hands against your own and a blush rose up your chest.

"What happened?" You rasped, "Where's Grant?"

"Far away from here if he knows what's good for him." Jake scoffed with a furrow in his brow, as his thumb rubbed gently over your knuckles.

"What do you mean?" You whimpered in confusion.

"Sweetheart....Shit sorry." He mumbled to himself before turning to you with a serious expression, "But listen. You're my mate, mine. I'm not gonna stand by and watch that man beat you to death. I had to get rid of him, to keep you safe. You're mine and I want you, if you'll have me."

"You don't understand." You sniffed as a tear fell onto your cheek, "I'm not.. I'm not right."

As much as you wanted to be free from Grant, to fall into the arms of this alpha who looked at you like you hung the moon, you knew he didn't understand how wrong he was about you, you weren't right for him.

"I know about your problems." He admitted and your eyes widened in surprise, mouth dropping open as he continued, "I know and I don't care. I want you and I'll never treat you like that. I promise."

You felt a sob rip through your chest. Could you really be with your mate, could he really look past everything and take you as you were, could you be free?

"Okay..." You whispered shyly.

"Okay?" Jake repeated, lips curling up into a grin.

You nodded, blush spreading across your cheeks before your brows furrowed once more, mind racing over everything that had happened.

"How...how did you find me?" You asked curiously.

"Smelt you a mile away." Jake grinned, "I knew right then I had to find you."

"You...you smelt me..." You gasped in surprise, "But I..I don't..."

The door to your room swung open and a short beta man in a white coat walked in, clipboard in hand and a friendly smile on his face.

"Good morning, you're awake, fantastic." The doctor beamed as he crossed the space, stopping in front of the bed.

Jake's hand clutched supportively on your hand as you both looked up at the doctor with worry placing your brows.

"We found the cause of the collapse." He began, "Thankfully none of your injuries are life threatening, just bruising."

"So what happened?" You rasped nervously.

"Your body was flooded with hormones, it overtook your whole system and it was a lot to take at once." He replied, flicking the paper on the clipboard with a hum.

You only grew more confused at what the doctor was saying.

"Hormones? I don't..." You mumbled.

"Yep." The doctor smiled, "I looked over your file. Seems your last doctor was wrong, you are a perfectly healthy omega, just a late bloomer it seems. Something must have happened because it's all kicking in at once."

Jake gaped at the doctor wide eyed, flicking back to your confused expression.

"Kicking in?" You replied with a squirm.

"Yep, your glands have come in," He nodded, pointing to your neck, "Practically overnight and you are in the early stages of your first heat."

"What? Heat?" You panicked suddenly, completely overwhelmed and confused, "But I can't...I don't..."

"Doctor. I think..maybe this is a bit overwhelming..." Jake interrupted, squeezing your hand in his once more, immediately helping to calm you, "Could you slow it down a bit?"

"Right of course." The doctor sighed with a caring smile, "Has anything changed recently in your life? Anything big?"

You looked back at Jake, heart warming at just the mere sight of him and swallowed thickly.

"I'm her mate." Jake nodded, "We just met."

"That'll do it." The doctor chuckled, "It seems that the introduction of your mate has triggered your hormones to finally do what they are supposed to do."

It couldn't be could it? All you needed all this time was Jake.

"Really?" You squeaked.

"Yes, your glands are now fully formed and you are in the first stage of coming into heat." The doctor repeated more clearly and slowly this time.

"I'm not...broken?" You whispered, feeling Jake's hand clutch tightly around yours.

"You're a perfectly healthy omega and your body is doing all the things it should." The doctor said softly.

You let out a whimper as tears began to trickle down your cheeks, but not from fear, for the first time in so long, there were tears of real joy.

"Do you have somewhere safe you can go to make it through your heat?" The doctor asked and your gaze snapped to his.

"I...I don't.." You panicked, remembering that your home wasn't your home anymore.

"You can stay with me." Jake offered shyly, "If you want. I mean..you don't have too."

"Yes. Please." You gasped without a second's thought, knowing your alpha would keep you safe.

"Okay." Jake smiled, "Then you will."

"Okay wonderful," The doctor said happily, "Well in that case I just have some paperwork for you to sign and you're free to go."

"Okay, I have my shirts, some blankets, hot water bottle, water, snacks, a couple new stuffies, we've got the fan if you get too hot, the heater if you get too cold, the TV if you get bored." Jake reeled off nervously, looking around the secure hotel room while you sat back on the bed, watching him with a smile tugging at your lips, "Shit is that everything..."

"Jake." You called out.

"Yeah?" He sighed, placing his hands on his hips as he continued cataloguing the items he'd prepared for you.

"You need to relax." You chuffed.

"I'm sorry." He said, exhaling a breath before finally looking back at you, body softening at the sight of your smile, "I just...I want everything to be perfect for you, I wanna make sure you have everything you could possibly need so you're comfortable and happy."

"You've done more for me in the last day than anyone else has my whole life." You responded shyly.

"I would do anything for you." Jake replied without skipping a breath, like it was the most obvious statement in the world, while tears pooled in your eyes, "And I'm sorry no one else did."

"It's not your fault." You sniffed, swiping your tears away with your fingers.

"Well I'm here now." He said crossing the space, sitting on the edge of the bed and placing his hand in yours, "You're my mate, I'll always take care of you."

You lept forward, throwing your arms around his neck and settling yourself in his lap. You buried your head against his soft shirt, inhaling his soothing scent with a content hum.

Jake's eyes widened in surprise but he quickly recovered, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you against him whilst savouring how right it felt to have you there.

You pulled your head back, looking deep into Jake's eyes, seeing nothing but care, admiration and something soft and deeper. Everything about him screamed safety and you could already feel your stomach tightening at the mere sight of him.

Jake's throat bobbed as he gazed back at you, palms twitching against your waist like he was holding himself back.

"Can I...can I kiss you?" He whispered softly, "Is that okay?"

You mewled deep in your throat at the request, breath caught in your lungs.

"Please." You gasped.

He breached the gap calmly, gently pressing his lips to yours and sighing into the kiss, pressing your body tightly against his chest. A quiet whimper broke from your throat at the feel of his plush lips on yours and you clutched your arms tightly around his neck.

Your lips began working against eachother slowly, soft flesh parting as you swallowed eachothers gasps before his tongue carefully slid into your mouth.

You let out a low hum as you finally got a proper taste of him, minty and fresh and so perfect. You pressed your tongue against his, grinding down in his lap as the kiss became hungrier and you felt slick leak into your panties.

"Mmm baby..." Jake mumbled against your lips, before pulling back with a pant, "Your heats starting."

"How do you know?" You asked breathlessly, eyes wide and face flushed from your make out session.

"I can smell it, fuck." Jake groaned in a low tone, "Maybe I shouldn't be here, I don't know if I'll be able to control myself. You smell so good already."

His arms began to slip from around you, attempting to let you up so he could give you space.

"So don't." You breathed, holding him tighter so he wouldn't let you go .

"Okay," He sighed with a sullen nod, "I'll go but you call me if you need any..."

"Jake, I meant don't control yourself." You smiled softly at his misinterpretation, "I want you to be here, I want to do this together."

"Fuck, are you sure?" He gasped, eyes searching your own for any sign of nerves or hesitance, for any sign that you weren't truly ready to be his.

"I am." You replied confidently.

"Okay." Jake grinned, "Then we're doing this."

An hour later you were laid back on the bed as painful cramps tore through your stomach in relentless waves.

You were surrounded by Jake's scent, his shirts lying around you like a protective barrier, while the man himself paced back and forth at the end of the bed like he was holding onto the last of his self restraint.

"Oh god. It hurts so bad." You whined, writhing around while sweat pooled on your brow.

"It's okay baby I got you." Jake said softly, despite the tick in his jaw and his rock hard cock pressing into his shorts, "What do you need? More water? I can get you a cold towel or a..."

"Need you Jake." You pleaded up at him with wide, water filled eyes, "Please."

"Fuck. Yes. Okay." He muttered, tearing his clothes from his body before they could glue themselves to his skin and he thudded over to the bed, "I'm coming. I'll look after you."

He crawled into bed next to you, cock pressing hard and weeping against your thigh. His lips crazed the skin of your neck while his fingertips brushed along your thigh, gently tickling over your slick clit.

The small contact alone had a breath of relief leaving your lungs and you bucked your hips up to get more.

"Does that feel okay?" He whispered against your neck.

"More Jake, need more." You whined desperately, bucking your hips again.

"Okay I got you baby." Jake said with a smirk at your desperation, "Here you go."

He slipped two fingers over your pussy lips before pushing them straight into your core, while you let out a satisfied groan, releasing more slick over his knuckles.

"Oh god." You groaned, back arching to chase the pleasure.

"There we go, that feel better baby?" Jake purred as he worked his fingers in and out of you, "You're sucking my fingers all the way up in there."

"Mmm so good." You moaned, loving the way he scissored his fingers inside of you, getting you ready to take his cock.

You'd never felt anything like it, never enjoyed sex, never got slick, never felt pleasure, you just did it to keep Grant happy. Now you understood what you'd been missing as Jake drove you towards the edge of an abyss you were desperate to disappear into.

Jake slipped another finger into your core, watching with darkened eyes and his mouth agape as you gushed around his hand, submitting to the pleasure only he could give you.

"Alpha." You gasped and Jake groaned deep in his throat, cock leaking over your thigh.

"What is it omega?" He purred lowly, "Tell me what you need."

"Need your knot alpha, please." You whined impatiently.

Jake's last shred of restraint snapped and his fingers left you the second the words left your lips.

He hovered over you, arms braced either side of your head and looking down at you like a man who'd been starved for years and you were the first morsel of food he'd seen.

"Last chance to back out baby, if you want me to stop." He offered with a ragged breath.

"Please alpha." You whimpered with a pout.

He surged down onto you, slipping his tongue straight into your throat as you gasped and he rutted his cock against your folds, nudging your clit.

You moaned against him, feeling his lips curve up into a smile.

When the head of his cock pushed through your folds, your lips parted from each other's while you let out a loud groan at the stretch, the girth of him like nothing you'd ever felt but so perfect.

"Fuck 'mega." He mumbled, burying his face in the crook of your neck and taking your hps in his strong palms.

With a few incredibly sensational thrusts, he buried himself inside of you, letting out a satisfied breath of relief when his cock was fully seated inside your wet cavern.

You could only mewl, whimper and moan as he began a fast pace with his hips, pistoning himself inside of you and slamming against your cervix.

"Gonna fill you up 'mega, gonna take my knot so good." He groaned into your skin.

Every slam of his hips sent you closer and closer to the edge, bliss just a stones throw away. You threw your arms around his back, clinging onto him like you were afraid to let go of the one thing keeping you anchored to earth.

"Gonna mate you 'mega, gonna claim you." Jake continued in a lust fueled rant, as he too was overtaken by the sexual bliss your cunt was providing him.

"Please alpha." You whined, "Wanna be yours."

Jake's head snapped back, staring you directly in the eyes as his breath left his lungs.

"You really want that?" He gasped almost shyly, despite currently dominating every part of you.

"Yeah," You breathed back, "I want too Jake, I wanna be yours."

"Oh fuck." He groaned happily, shoving his face back into your neck as he rutted harder and faster before, knot beginning to swell inside of you, stretching you in the way only he could.

A few moments later, you let out a cry of pleasure, when Jake's teeth grazed against your mating gland, before sinking in slowly.

Your cunt pulsed at the sensation, body filling with his essence, with everything that was him, his safety, his care, his strength, his love.

Your coil snapped and your pussy clamped down on his cock as the blissful high washed over your body.

Jake's cock twitched in response, knot full and locking inside you as he reached his own orgasm and began filling you with ropes and ropes of warm alpha come.

Electricity zipped through your spine, brain fuzzing and ears warming as your orgasm rushed through you, eliminating all of the pain you had been experiencing not long before.

When it washed over you, you slumped back against the mattress, panting heavily, eyes glazed with happiness.

Jake released your skin from his teeth, carefully lapping up the small pool of blood before placing a tender kiss against your mating gland.

His cock stayed nestled inside you, locking you together while he continued to fill you with his seed.

"You okay?" He whispered, placing a palm along your jaw softly.

"More than okay." You smiled, "Better than I've ever been."

Everything tag - @late-to-the-party-81

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CE tag - @mommad @venigrantrogers

[thezombieprostitute]

Going from Grant to Jake is quite the whiplash but it's what she deserves. He's going to be so good to her! 🥺

[venigrantrogers]

Roommate!Bucky Barnes Loves Your Vibrator

⤷freak house masterlist ⤷bucky barnes masterlist

Roommate!Bucky who just wants to get to know you better, more up close and personal. Is that too much to ask for—for a man to get to know his roommate better?

Roommate!Bucky who spills water down your white t-shirt. Is that his fault you weren't wearing a bra underneath? His fault he could see your tits through your now see through shirt? His fault he could see your deliciously hard nipples? No, it wasn't!

Roommate!Bucky who stares at your tits shamelessly, now only if he could touch them, lick them, bite them, squeeze th—

Roommate!Bucky who apologises. "Shoot--sorry, angel...didn't mean to." He absolutely did mean to. Who tells you, oh so concerned, to go take a shower. That you'll feel better once you're all nice and clean.

Roommate!Bucky who, once the water starts running, palms his bulge through his sweatpants. Who walks in your room—hand still on his cock, the image of the wet, transparent fabric clinging to your breasts still in his mind.

Roommate!Bucky who looks for your worn panties in the pile of clothes near your bed. The grey one with the black bows on it. The one he knew you were wearing because he saw them peeking out when you leaned down.

Roommate!Bucky who immediately brings them up to his face, breathing in your scent. Who licks a long stripe up the fabric, tasting whatever he could of your essence while getting rid of his sweatpants and boxers to free his throbbing cock.

Roommate!Bucky who falls down on your bed, panties held tight to his face as he starts stroking his cock; who's head falls back as he chokes on a moan, your soft pillows muffling any sounds that threatened to escape.

Roommate!Bucky who imagines his cock in between your breasts, how he'd play with your nipples— twist and pull at them as he'd thrust up and down.

Roommate!Bucky who knew, right when the water turned off that he had 10 minutes, give or take, before you came back. 10 minutes of you lathering up your soft body in those sweet lotions and oils, your hands caressing and massaging them in. Who wishes it was his hands instead.

Roommate!Bucky who stops stroking his cock, turns and looks at the little wooden nightstand. The nights he spent hearing your panting and whimpering over the consistent little buzz meant only one thing.

Roommate!Bucky who held the purple vibrator in his hands—comically small in his huge hands. Who grins, as if he's found a treasure, biting his lip as he brings it up to his mouth for a taste.

Roommate!Bucky who sucks on the blunt silicone end, tiny, gentle kitten licks. It touched your precious little clit, brought you orgasms—was soaked in your juices as you writhed and thrashed around on the bedsheets like a pathetic slut, and god...he just wanted a taste of it.

Roommate!Bucky who turns the toy on. A bzzzz bzzzz! filling the room. Who encloses it completely in his fist, feeling the vibrations travel through his body.

Roommate!Bucky who smirks at the thought of you getting off with something as small as this. Did you know just how fucking massive he is? Would you even be able to take all of him?

Roommate!Bucky who drags the buzzing vibrator across his chest, lingering on one nipple. Interesting...

Roommate!Bucky who keeps going, down and down and down till he reaches where his cock stands proud and leaking and blushing a shade so red it looked like it hurt. And it did. It hurt so fucking bad for him to not be inside of you.

Roommate!Bucky who presses the toy to his cockhead, his hips immediately jerking off the bed at the sudden, intense sensation.

"Fucking shi—"

Roommate!Bucky who does it gently this time, just a whisper of a touch, getting used to the strange feeling of the vibrations.

Roommate!Bucky who feels brave now. Slow, controlled circles teasing at his slit, each dribble of precum that leaks out making each pass easier than the last.

Roommate!Bucky who drags your vibrator up and down his cock, the waves travelling deep and reaching something he didn't even knew existed. He'd never felt anything like it before.

Roommate!Bucky who believes this is technically a pussy job. It rubbed at your pussy, and it's rubbing at his cock. A pussy job at it's finest.

Roommate!Bucky who cums so fucking hard at the thought of your pussy touching his cock. At the way the vibrations never seemed to stop hitting just right. At the way you were now almost done with your after shower-ly routines and about to enter the room in a minute and a half.

Roommate!Bucky who leaves the cum soaked vibrator underneath your pillow. A little extra lube never hurt anyone, right?

hehe

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hey I love your posts and writing so much

Can you write one where bucky and reader are both avengers and married and she wants to try bdsm stuff lighty (especially spanking) but she's nervous to ask bucky thinking he'll judge her or something and instead he's happy and gives her one hell of a night

Experimenting In The Bedroom -> Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings-> Husband/Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Avenger!Reader

Summary-> You tell Bucky that you want to try a little bit of BDSM in the bedroom, which leads to you and him experimenting in the bedroom.

Warnings-> Smut (18+), language, light BDSM, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, spanking, bondage with Bucky’s belt, oral (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink, Sergeant kink, pet names

A/N-> @fancyinternetbasement thank you for the beautiful request🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes

Header made by my friend / divider made by me

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

“It feels good to be home.” You say as soon as you and Bucky entered yours and his house.

“It is.” Bucky agrees.

You and Bucky finished a successful mission with the Avengers and you two just got home. You two got cleaned up and put your mission uniforms in the laundry basket. You made a mental note to yourself to wash them tomorrow. For now, you just want to spend time with your husband. You sighed softly as you sat down on the couch next to him, cuddling yourself against him. Bucky wraps his arm around you. You bite your bottom lip as you thought of something you’ve been meaning to tell Bucky. Something that involves you, Bucky, and the bedroom to be exact.

“So, I’ve been thinking.” You begin.

“Uh oh.” Bucky jokes.

“Babe!” You whined.

“I’m kidding!” He chuckles. “What have you been thinking?” He asks.

“I’ve been thinking that we should try something interesting in the bedroom.” You say.

“Oh? Care to elaborate on what it is?” He says intrigued.

“BDSM. Not the extremes of it. Just the light stuff like spanking and being tied to the bed.” You say.

Bucky stares at you with raised eyebrows. He was not expecting you to say that. If he’s being honest, he’s intrigued. He’s willing to try anything new and interesting with you in the bedroom.

“Well? What do you think?” You asked a bit nervously.

“I think that’s an amazing idea.” Bucky says.

“Really? You would do that kind of stuff with me?” You asked.

“Doll, I’ll do anything with you. I’m down to try anything you want.” He says.

You smiled and kissed him. The kiss started off soft and sweet. Then it turned heated. You two pull away breathlessly. Bucky stands up, pulling you up with him and leads you to yours and his bedroom.

“Strip for me, doll face.” Bucky says gruffly.

You gave him a show as you did so. Bucky’s eyes filled with lust and his cock hardens as he watches you. He licks his lips as he stares at your naked body. Then he sat down on the edge of the mattress.

“C’mere.” He beckons you over to him while patting his lap.

You approached him, swaying your hips seductively as you did so. You laid across Bucky’s lap. You can feel his bulge poking your stomach. Bucky’s right hand rubs your asscheeks before doing anything, giving both of them a squeeze.

“Ready?” He asks.

“Yes, Sergeant.” You answered seductively.

Bucky raises his hand and brings it down, landing a smack on your ass. The smack echoed throughout the bedroom.. A moan falls from your lips.

“I knew you would like this.” Bucky smirks.

“I do.” You say.

Bucky raises his hand again, landing another smack on your ass. This spank was a bit harsher than the first one, but you’re not complaining one bit. You love how it feels. Moans kept falling from your lips as he continued to spank you. He spanked you till your ass was red.

“How’re you feeling, babydoll?” Bucky asks, checking in on you.

“Amazing.” You say. “What’s next?” You curiously asked.

“You’re about to find out, doll face, but first, I need you to lay on your back for me.” He says.

“Yes, Sergeant.” You replied obediently.

You did as Bucky said, laying on your back on the bed. Since you and Bucky don’t have handcuffs to handcuff you to the bed, he used the next best thing. His belt.

“Arms up above your head.” He orders.

You put your arms up above your head and Bucky wraps his belt around your wrists.

“Too tight?” He asks just to make sure you’re not uncomfortable.

“No, it feels fine.” You say.

“Good.” He says softly.

Your legs open on their own accord as Bucky got on the bed. His eyes scan over your body for a moment before kissing you. He slowly kisses down your body, making you up as he did so. You shiver when you felt his breath on your pussy. Your hips bucked when you felt his fingers rub from your entrance to your clit.

“Ah, ah.” Bucky coos softly, putting his vibranium arm across your hips. “Stay still.” He says.

He leans closer to your pussy, licking a stripe on your pussy. A breathy moan fell from your lips. Bucky’s thumb began rubbing your clit in a circular motion while his tongue began to work its magic on your pussy. Your mouth fell open, moans and his name falling from your lips. Your eyes closed and your head fell back against the pillow.

“Head up. Eyes on me.” He orders, his vibranium hand tapping your hip.

You opened your eyes and lifted your head back up, watching your husband eat you out like a starved man. He held eye contact with you while he slides two fingers into your pussy. Your eyes nearly closed and your head almost fell back onto the pillow again, but his vibranium hand tapped your hip to get your attention again.

“Yea, you like that, don’t you, babydoll? You like my fingers fucking your pussy?” Bucky says softly and gruffly.

“Yes! I love it so much!” You moaned.

“I bet you wish my cock was fucking you instead, huh?” He says.

“Yes! I want your cock!” You moaned.

“Yea?” He asks.

“Yes!” You moaned.

“I want it!” You begged.

“Don’t worry, doll face. You’ll get my cock in a bit.” He says in a cooing voice.

The way you huffed sounded like a whine. That earned you a spank on the side of your ass.

“Quit your fucking whining.” He says.

“Yes, Sergeant.” You replied submissively.

Bucky’s tongue and fingers didn’t miss a single spot. They hit and licked every spot. Your moans grew louder when his fingers curled into that one spot inside of you.

“Right there!” You moaned.

“Yea?” He says.

“Yes!” You moaned.

His fingers didn’t stop hitting that spot. The movements of his fingers became relentless. Your moans grew louder and louder. You felt your orgasm building up. Your legs trembled a bit. You’re going to cum any second. Bucky can sense it by the way your pussy was squeezing his fingers.

“I can feel you getting close, babydoll.” Bucky says in a cooing voice.

“I am!” You moaned.

“You wanna cum?” He asks.

“Yes! Please let me cum, Sergeant! I’m being a good girl!” You begged.

The sound of your begging went straight to his cock.

“Cum for me, doll.” He says.

You moaned his name loudly as you came. The movements of Bucky’s fingers and tongue didn’t stop. He praises you through your orgasm. Then he stops his movements and pulls his tongue and fingers away from your pussy. You whined at the loss of contact of his tongue and fingers. That earned you a smack on the side of your ass.

“What did I say about whining?” Bucky says.

“Not to whine.” You say.

“Then stop it.” He says.

Bucky sits up in between your legs. His hands rub the tops of your thighs. He gave you a moment to recover from your orgasm before going any further.

“Ready for more, doll face?” Bucky asks after a couple minutes.

“More than ready.” You grinned seductively.

Bucky kisses you before taking his clothes off. Then he flips you onto your stomach, propping your hips up so your ass was sticking out towards him. You wiggled yourself against him, moaning when you felt his hard cock against your pussy. You squeaked when Bucky spanked you yet again.

“None of that.” Bucky says.

Bucky held your hips to prevent you from moving them again. Then he lines his cock at your entrance, stroking it a few times before sliding it into your pussy. Your mouth falls open, a moan of satisfaction falling from your lips. His pelvis was pressed against your ass when his cock was fully inside of you.

“So full.” You moaned.

“Yea?” Bucky says.

You hummed and nodded. Bucky’s hands rub your asscheeks before pulling almost all the way out, only leaving his tip inside of you and then thrusts back into you with a hard thrust.

“Oh fuck, Sarge!” You moaned loudly.

“Yea, you like that, doll face? You like it when I fuck your sweet pussy like this?” He asks.

“Oh my god! Yes! I fucking love it!” You moaned.

Bucky’s thrusts were almost relentless. He didn’t let up for a second. His hands gripped your hips tightly. There’s no doubt that you’ll have hand print shaped marks on your hips by tomorrow, but you’re not complaining one bit. The sound of moans and skin slapping, along with the smell of sex fills the bedroom. Bucky occasionally spanked you as he fucked you. It added more pleasure to what you’re already receiving.

“More!” You begged.

“More what, gorgeous? You gotta be specific.” He says.

“Spank me more!” You say.

“Like this?” He asks, smacking your ass.

“Yes! Just like that!” You moaned.

The spanks was a bit harsher than it was a little bit ago, but you’re not complaining. You love it more than you thought you would.

“You must really like it when I spank you. I can feel your pussy squeezing me.” He says and moans.

“I do love it! It feels so good!” You moaned.

“I bet it does.” He smirks, smacking your ass again.

The spanking didn’t stop there. It was occasional. They were a bit harsher than they were the first time around, but you’re not complaining. You have no doubt that your ass is going to be redder by the time you and Bucky are done.

“Harder!” You moaned.

“Harder?” Bucky asks.

“Yes please, Sarge!” You moaned.

Your wish is his command. Bucky’s thrusts sped up and he spanked you a bit harder. That nearly sent you over the edge.

“Fuck!” You moaned.

Your moans went straight to Bucky’s cock and spurred him on. Your moans got louder when you felt his cock hitting that one spot inside of you over and over, which made your second orgasm of the night build up. You can already tell that this orgasm is going to be more intense than the first one. Your legs were already starting to tremble. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer. Bucky can feel it from the way your pussy was squeezing his cock.

“You’re squeezing me.” Bucky moans. “You gonna cum, babydoll?” He asks.

“Yes!” You moaned.

Bucky’s hand lands a harsh smack on your ass as you came harder than you did the first time.

“Fuck. That’s it. Good girl.” He praises you.

Bucky fucks you through your orgasm. His orgasm wasn’t too far behind yours. His thrusts didn’t falter for a second. His hands tightened their grip on your hips. Then he came inside of you. A white ring of cum forms around the base of his cock. You could feel some of his cum rolling down your thighs. His thrusts came to a slow stop. He presses himself against you for a few seconds when he stopped thrusting. You whined softly when he pulled out of you.

“Fuck. That’s hot.” Bucky says as he watches his cum drip out of your pussy.

You laid down flat on your stomach while Bucky laid down next to you. You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking at your husband.

“Babe?” You say.

“Hmm?” Bucky hums.

You showed him your wrists that are still tied together with his belt.

“Oh, right. Sorry.” He says.

Bucky takes his belt off of your wrist and drops it on the floor. You moved closer to him, kissing him softly.

“How was that for some BDSM?” Bucky asks.

“Amazing.” You grinned. “I can wait for more.” You say.

“You’re in for one hell of a night, doll face.” He grins back.

-Bucky’s Doll

[ellemj]

where are you?

Bucky Barnes x female!reader one-shot

summary: Being FWB with Bucky is starting to take a toll on you and you want to tell him, but he's busy fucking you. You want more or nothing at all, but you know he'll run if you tell him that. What does he want?

warnings: angst, smut, profanity, avoidant!Bucky, unprotected sex, the slightest breeding kink but not really (one brief thought akin to it), ass slapping, MINORS DNI, 18+.

word count: 1.5k

a/n: This is just me getting my feelings out about my last relationship that I'm still not over. He was an avoidant man who I fell for, and surprisingly he fell for me too and it worked out for a while until a friend got in the middle of all of it and it went to shit. She is no longer a friend, and he's someone who calls me every now and then to tell me he misses me and then I don't hear from him for weeks. Love my fucking life. Anyway, feel free to write a part 2 of this because I sure as hell won't.

            There’s a certain kind of peace you feel when you have him in your bed. When you wake up in the middle of the night and roll over onto your side, your eyes landing on his bare back that’s just barely illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through your thin curtains. Sometimes his vibranium arm is hidden beneath his pillow and for a moment you feel like you’re sleeping next to just anyone. But then you hear that familiar whir of the plates in his arm, the way it lives and breathes, and it lulls you back to sleep, knowing you’re sleeping next to Bucky Barnes. There’s a certain kind of entitlement you feel when you have him inside of you. When he pushes his hips forward, letting his dick slide into you for the first time in weeks, you feel entitled to him. He’s yours and you’re his, even if it’s only just for that moment. Weeks might go by before it happens again, or it may never happen again. You never know with him, nothing is ever set in stone. Lastly, there’s a certain kind of ache you feel when you wake up in the morning to his alarm going off and him already slipping out of your bed. You want to reach out for him and pull him back in, ask him to stay with you just a little while longer, but you know better than to ask for more than he can give. And he can’t give much at all. He doesn’t have it in him.

            You bite down on his shoulder as he fucks you relentlessly, your eyes finding the center of the ceiling fan and focusing in on it as you try not to drown in your thoughts. His breaths grow heavier and you feel sweat peppering his back as your fingertips curl into the skin of his sides.

            “Where are you?” He asks suddenly, slowing down the pace and propping himself higher up on his elbows to get a good look at your face. You blink twice and swallow hard.

            “I’m here,” you reassure him, rutting your hips up into his to encourage him to keep going.

            “No, you’re not. You’re in your head,” he replies, staring at you with a gaze so piercing you feel like he can see straight through your head and into the mattress below. You inhale a long, slow breath before lifting your head and pressing a kiss to the side of Bucky’s neck. He tilts his head to the right, giving you better access to that expanse of sweaty skin. You are in your head. You’re thinking about how he’ll fuck you for another half hour before you both fall asleep. You’ll wake up at four-thirty in the morning to his alarm going off and him slipping out of your grasp. There will be a mumbled have a good day and a sleepy you too before your front door clicks shut and he’s gone. Then what? A week? Three weeks? Two months might go by before he texts you a simple hey that you can never ignore. You don’t know if you want to keep going through the same damn cycle anymore. “Talk to me,” Bucky says a little quieter, stilling his hips completely but keeping himself buried inside you. That piercing gaze remains locked on your eyes in the dimly lit bedroom of your apartment. This should be the last time. That’s what you’ll say.

            “You should fuck me from behind.” Fuck. At least it kind of rhymed with what you intended to say, right? Bucky blinks at you and narrows his eyes the tiniest bit. He wants to ask more, to dig into you more, to figure out what’s going on inside of your head so he can fix it. Not just because you’ve been damn near silent for the last five minutes that he’s been fucking you and that alone is driving him insane, but because you don’t seem like yourself and he needs you to be yourself. He doesn’t get to see you very often with the way missions keep him on the go all the fucking time, he can’t have you acting weird during the tiny bit of time he does get with you. He can’t have you acting like someone else when all he wants is you when he’s in town and not risking his own life for someone or something else. He needs you. “Here,” you say, suddenly pressing your hands against his chest and pushing him away from you. His dick slides out against his will and you let out a sharp exhale as it does. You’re on your knees in front of him, with your head down lower than the rest of your body in a matter of seconds. Bucky’s left on his knees staring at the back of your head, his cock hard as fuck but his mind a mess.

            “You’d rather do this than talk?” He asks, wrapping a hand around his length and stroking it a couple of times. His hand glides along his shaft easily, it’s still wet from you. He watches your hair move gently as you nod your head, saying nothing in response. He bites down on his bottom lip, finding himself really frustrated with the fact that something’s obviously going on with you but you don’t want to talk about it with him. He lines himself up at your cunt, you feel the tip of his dick pressing against you, almost pressing into you, but he stops himself. “You’ve gotta talk to me.”

            “Bucky, you’re here to fuck, so lets fuck,” you snap, dropping your head down onto your folded arms on the bed.

            “I’m here to see you…and fuck you, and talk, and do whatever else you want to do. I’m here for you.” Confusion edges Bucky’s voice as he pulls his dick away from you, resting back on his heels with his knees bent. You let out a loud, obviously frustrated groan.

            “Don’t say shit you don’t mean.”

            “Why wouldn’t I mean that? I’m here for you,” Bucky snaps back. His frustration is quickly growing to match yours. He does want to fuck you. He’s wanted to fuck you for the entire past three weeks that he’s been MIA in Bosnia, barely surviving a black op with Sam by his side. But that’s not all he’s wanted. He’s wanted to come and knock on your door, curl up in your bed, and fucking talk. He wants to talk your goddamn ear off honestly, but the second he walks in your door you’re tugging his leather jacket off and insisting he lose the gloves so you can feel his skin and vibranium against your skin. It’s fine, it’s more than fine really, because he wants you naked. But he also wants you in sweats with that ratty little messy bun and no-makeup look you sport in the mornings. He wants you clothed and conversing. He wants you in every way that you come. He just wants you.

            “Fuck me and then we’ll talk,” you finally say, still face-down-ass-up in your bed. Bucky heaves a weighty sigh. But he does it. He fucks you relentlessly, not caring if you can take every inch of him or not. He doesn’t care if you scream his name so loud your neighbors call the fucking cops. He fucks you like he’s wanted to for the past three weeks, and like it might be the last time he does. You soak it in, barely able to think straight. You can think just straight enough to imagine this being the final time Bucky’s dick slides home, straight into your cunt. It’s probably the last time, you tell yourself. Because when this is over and you tell him that you want more of him or nothing at all, that you want more than just the once-every-few-weeks filthy fucking sessions, you know he’s going to shut down and run. You won’t hear from him again.

            Bucky digs his fingertips into your hips, using his strong grip to pull you back into him as he slams his hips into you. He buries himself to the hilt, letting out a breathy groan before slapping your ass and doing it again. And again. And again. Little time passes before he’s filling you with his cum, making sure it’s in as deep as it’ll go as he slowly fucks his cock in just a little more. It’s not that he’s trying to get you pregnant or anything, but goddamn it would give him even more reason to stay with you. That’s what he needs really, is a reason to stay with you. A reason that’s louder and more potent than all of the avoidant fears in his head telling him to run the other direction when things get too real. As Bucky catches his breath, he slides his cock out of you as gently as he can, but you still hiss as you lose that final inch. Is this really about to be the end of everything?

[imposterogers]

the worst part is steve rogers WOULDN’T. he wouldn’t leave sam with the responsibility of the shield without being there to support him. he wouldn’t go back to a woman who died of old age, had her own life and told him to move on. he wouldn’t have ever, not even once, considered leaving bucky — aka his entire world wrapped up in one person — alone, especially after just getting him back. and he wouldn’t have decided that he’d fought the good fight enough and retire in suburbia in the decade epitomes for traditional values aka an antitheses to everything he stood for. the real steve rogers would legitimately hate the man marvel put on the screen in endgame. and yet. and yet

[laufeysonbarnes3000]

Daddy's mean side~

Pairing: Steve rogers x fem!reader

Synopsis: your sweet loving boyfriend that usually is a soft Dom daddy shows you his rougher side.

Warnings: kind of Dub-con just to be safe I don't think it really shows but I don't want to not put this and risk triggering someone, Daddy kink, pre-established relationship, spanking, almost riding, Dom/Sub dynamics, meanish Steve, soft aftercare, secret relationship, power imbalance, mentor Steve, rough sex, messy sex, bratty-ish reader, kind of brat taming, praise kink, degrading, manhandling, one clit smack, soft Steve outside of smut, little to no plot, brief (fem) masturbation, doggy turned to jockey sex position (that's what the internet says it's called lol)

as always, you are responsible for your own media consumption I'm still new to writing so my warnings may not include everything keep that in mind.

Word count: 2279

A/N: this was a big boy for me it's not really that long but it's the longest I've ever written!!! it was a lot of fun writing, and I hope everyone enjoys it I'm always open to feedback as long as it's not mean.

anyways I have no idea where this came from ironically, I rarely read rough smut, but I was in a mood today and this is where my anger went for whatever reason. 🫠😣😵‍💫🥴🫡

this is not really proofread and its late for me so yeah good luck hope you all enjoy!

also, this is partly thanks to Veni because she posted something about mean Steve, he got stuck in my head so that's probably why this happened lol hope you enjoy bestie!!!

Taglist: @venigrantrogers

It's a rather cool august night; the low hum of the city is really the only thing you hear; your bed feels insanely big without Steve sleeping up against you. Since you're still newer, you're not allowed on any hydra related missions. Unfortunately, your secret mentor boyfriend doesn't have an excuse to stay back with you.

so you get some alone time in the tower and because of Steve basically sleeping in your bed every night for the last month it feels weird without him here you had gotten pretty used to him showering you in affection whenever he could.

You had spent the day like it was a self-care day, you did a bit of everything you love to do since it's been on the back burner since becoming an avenger you ended it with a nice warm bath.

Now lying on your back staring at the ceiling unable to sleep because you've grown accustomed to Steve's warm arms around you…

warm strong arms

“Fucking hell..”

Now you're thinking about Steve's strong biceps, how it feels to lay your head on one or how his big hands feel on your waist which is always too innocent for the thoughts it brings forth. 

Or how his thick fingers feel inside you during mission briefings and you have to pretend that nothing is happening under the table with your mentor leaning close Steve looking unfairly relaxed for a man with his fingers in your cunt while talking the team through a mission plan.

You roll over to try and dull the fire starting to pulse between your thighs, you take a deep breath to try and clear your head but you smell Steve on the pillow he usually uses.

fresh and woody with a hint of his after shave….

you groan in frustration because now you're worked up. you sigh and slip your fingers into your panties your fingers rubbing small circles around your clit just as you were close to orgasming the door opens quietly you stop immediately sitting up to subtly take your hand out of your panties to see Steve walking in.

"Hey sorry I didn't mean to wake you we just got done with the mission early I figured I'd just slip into bed with you"

His voice is soft like he thought he woke you up.

"o-oh no don't worry I was up already um… the mission went well I take it?"

He nods as he closes the door and slips off his shoes. It's not helping your problem since he is wearing his normal sleep clothes, a loose black shirt and sweatpants as he crawled into bed next to you.

 He wrapped an arm around your waist dragging you back to laying down so he could hold you from behind like normal. He buried his face against your neck and inhaled deeply, finally relaxing now that he was back holding you. You felt his nose trail the side of your neck slowly as he breathed you in again which isn't something he normally does like this. It felt more intimate than normal…

"Sweetheart, what were you doing before I walked in?"

His voice was rough like he already knew the answer which you realize with your heart now racing that he probably did with his heightened senses he could smell your arousal which definitely only got worse with him asking.

"I was just laying here trying to sleep" you lie badly a gasp slips from your lips as he lightly kisses just below your ear.

"You want to try that again baby girl?" His voice sends heat directly to your core.

"I was just laying here..." you mumble shyly.

“Is that so? If I slip my fingers between your plush thighs, am I gonna find you wet?~” He presses another kiss to your neck, holding you just a little tighter.

“Please” you whisper softly, pushing back up against him as his hands roamed your sides.

“That's my good girl~ you missed daddy so much today didn't you?” 

His voice is deeper as he leaves small bites on your neck and shoulder. You nod already puddy for him, he takes your chin and turns you back to face him.

“Use your words baby girl” he then cruelly starts kissing down your jaw and sucking a mark right where your head meets your neck.

“Y-yes daddy- i missed you so much.” you force the words out before you lose focus on words entirely. 

“That's my good girl, you want me to play with this pretty pussy?~" Steve nipped at your ear causing you to gasp. His voice like husky as he trailed kisses down your neck one of his big hands roams down your side and then over your stomach.

“Y-yes please daddy please i need you” you whisper breathless especially when he groans in response.

“God princess your so good for daddy so needy for me~ dont worry baby girl daddys gonna make you feel real good~” 

Steve kisses down your throat as his hands pull your shirt off, he leaves openmouthed kisses down your collarbone taking his time with you. He unclasped your bra tossing it out of the way he sucks hickeys all over your chest until you're truly needy and whimpering softly from his teasing worshiping touch.

“God baby your tits get me so hard every time~” He nips at the top of your breast making you gasp he soothes it trailing his tongue over where he bit as his thumb plays with your nipple on your other breast until it's a hard peek, he takes your other nipple into his mouth sucking gently letting his teeth graze pulling a gasp from you which he soothes with his lips pressing against yours again. he runs his hands down your sides down to the outsides of your thighs he spreads them and settles between them grinding the bulge in his sweatpants down right over your clothed core, the friction sending heat straight through your nerves.

“Steve!” you moan loudly steve smacks your clothed clit once making you yelp softly.

“You know better baby girl” he groaned against your neck as he started grinding again his hands running up and down your thighs.

“S-sorry daddy” you whisper breathless as he kisses back up your neck.

“I know you are baby your brain is already so cock drunk and I haven't even really touched you yet~” the smugness in Steve's voice mixes with the arousal as he sits back and pulls your panties down your legs torturously slow throwing your panties aside he presses soft kisses to each knee teasingly as he runs his hands up your thighs spreading them again kissing slowly up your thighs.

“Daddy you're being mean” you huff out folding your arms over your chest your voice comes out more desperate and high pitched than you'd like.

“Oh, am I now?” The tone of voice he uses sends shivers down your spine. It's got a small edge to it that he doesn't usually use. “You can't let daddy have some fun can you? Fine baby you asked for it” He moves back ripping his shirt off he shoves his pants down along with his boxers before you can say anything he's sitting back down with his back to your headboard. 

“You want to be daddy's desperate slut get on my cock and take what you want” you hesitate because usually he's so gentle and soft with you this dominant version of him almost mean it's so different it completely throws you off.

“But daddy-” your whispered words turn to a gasp as Steve manhandles you so that you're straddling his lap, his cock already hard brushes against your thigh. Your hands land on his shoulders to keep balance as you stare wide eyed at him.

“Come on sweet girl ride my cock like the desperate cock slut i know you are” he grips your chin and smashes his lips on yours. You moan against the kiss you know his words should piss you off but there's something about the normally so sweet man calling you a cock slut that just feeds the fire burning in the pit of your stomach.

Emboldened by this side of him and wanting to see how far you can push him into this new side, you sink down slowly on his cock you weren't taking his cock like he told you to. Deciding you didn't want to be his sweet girl right now.

“Baby girl don’t make daddy punish you” he warns sharply his hand sliding down to your neck not squeezing just holding. You roll your hips teasingly just once holding eye contact defiantly.

“You wont punish me your too gentle for that” his face darkens at your words and the bratty tone you used was the final straw he lifts you off his cock tossing you on the bed next to him your body bouncing one the bed at the force your complaints died on your tongue when he flipped you on to your stomach pulling your hips up so your on all fours.

“S-steve-” a loud smack sounds through the room as his hand collided with your ass hard enough that you lost balance. The sting was sharp, though it was clear he was holding back even now he wouldn't actually hurt you.

“Count the spankings like the good girl I know you to be” He commands as he gives another throbbing slap to your ass.

“T-two daddy” you gasped out as you clench around nothing as he delivers another slap to your ass.

“T-three daddy!” you whimper out as he runs his hands over your now sore asscheeks.

“Good girl, now you're gonna lay here and take your punishment without complaints.” he leans over you kissing along your spine.

“Y-yes daddy” you breathed out softly, this side of Steve you've never seen is so exhilarating you feel you'd probably say yes to anything he says.

Steve doesn't respond verbally he just pulls your hips up so you back on all fours and slams his cock into you harshly you let out a loud trembling moan instantly clenching around his cock as he sets a punishing pace.

“St- daddy!- Oh god-” you moan out so loudly your almost screaming words blurring as Steve groans lowly as he continues driving his throbbing cock into your fluttering entrance.

“Oh you like me being rough dont you baby girl- god your pussy’s gripping my cock so fucking hard” he groans pressing a hand between your shoulders and shoving your face into the mattress you whimper as every hammering of his cock into you slaps his balls against your clit.

“Daddy don’t- too much! Too deep oh fuck!-” your legs shake from the force of his thrusts and the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body lighting every nerve on fire while simultaneously making your brain mush. 

“You can take it baby! fuck be a good girl for daddy cum on my cock” He pants kissing up your spine, He presses over you his weight smushing you against the mattress as one of his hands runs under your stomach he presses his forehead to the back of your neck your voice is gone all that's left is broken moans and scratchy sounds as he angles his thrusts hitting that spot inside you that makes you shatter, your vision whites out as blind hot waves of pleasure shatter through your body with a scratchy cry you clench so hard around his cock that he actually chokes out a whimper as he fills you up.

After a few minutes he pulls out slowly gently rolling you over as his cum gushes out ruining the sheets.

“You did so good for me” He whispers, already back to your sweet loving boyfriend pressing a kiss to your forehead as he stands walking to the bathroom the sound of water filling the bath tub sounds through the room.

Steve walks back into the room smiling at you awe-stricken your lips twitch up a small tired fucked out smile. He kisses your fore head again, grabbing a water bottle, after he helps you drink some water he picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bathroom he sets you in the warm bath then he settles behind you.

Aftercare is always like this with Steve no matter how tired he is he never skips aftercare he washes the sweat and cum from your body pressing kisses to your neck he washes your hair for you while you're half asleep leaning fully back against him.

After you clean he drys you off with a fluffy towel he helps you into one of his shirts. Then he has you sit on your gaming chair as he changes the sheets quickly because he knows you're tired he helps you into bed and only then does he pull on boxers and lay down next to you holding you close.

“How are you feeling baby?” he mumbles pressing a kiss to your head one hand running through your wet hair.

“Mm tired but satisfied” your voice was still scratchy but coming back slowly.

“Was there anything I did that you feel unsure of doing again?” classic sweet loving steve making sure you feel okay with everything he did. 

“Mhm maybe next time you can fuck me that hard in mating press” you smile against his chest as he chuckles.

“Yeah I can definitely do that for you. I love you sweetheart.” he whispers, kissing the top of your head again.

“I love you too handsome” you press a kiss against his chest as you both fall asleep.

[everythingfox]

He’s having a pedicure

[witchywithwhiskey]

the life of a thief ⟨part 1⟩

part 1 ⟡ part 2 (coming soon!)

pairing: mafia enforcer!steve rogers x female reader x mafia boss!bucky barnes

summary: you've spent weeks conning the boss of the brooklyn mafia, but when you're steps away from stealing the Blue Diamond of Alqualondë for your employer, you're caught by the boss's most trusted enforcer. then, things take a turn for the worse when you realize you weren't conning the mob boss—he was luring you into his trap.

warnings: mature content, eventual 18+ content (minors dni!!!), sexual tension (resolved in part 2), almost kiss, teasing touches, possessive touches, attempted sexual coercion, enemies to (eventual) lovers, bit of a cliffhanger ending

word count: 3.0k

a/n: i had an idea for @thezombieprostitute's Let's Plan A Heist challenge while i was working on my chef Jack Abbot fic but i didn't want to start it until i finished that fic. then by the time i got around to writing it, i realized the challenge was almost over. so! i've split what was supposed to be a one-shot into two parts, and this is the first part. part 1 is mostly setup/sexual tension while the next part will be mostly smut, and i'm going to work on it next, so it should be posted soon-ish! thank you Zombie for hosting such a fun challenge, and i hope everyone enjoys reading about our tricksy little thief!!

prompts used: mansion, party/celebration, you were hired, long con, solo, rival

“You shouldn’t be in here.”

In the life of a thief—the life you’d chosen, mostly willingly—it was important that nothing rattled you. You had to keep your cool in any situation you found yourself in, or else you could end up dead. It was a skill you’d honed over the years and it meant you could be held at gunpoint and not even break a sweat. 

But those words, said by that voice, sent a shiver of unease down your spine like nothing you’d ever felt before. A guilty grimace contorted your face before you could stop it, and you could only thank the universe that the man the voice belonged to was behind you, so he had no way of seeing it.

Taking a breath and reaching for the calmness that seemed to exist in endless reserves on all your other jobs, you steeled yourself. You schooled your features into an expression that was much more innocent before you turned around and faced the source of that voice.

Steve Rogers cut an intimidating figure, clad in a tailored suit that exquisitely highlighted his tall stature and broad shoulders. His narrow waist and thick, muscular thighs looked like a million bucks in a simple black suit with a white dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar, giving you a tantalizing tease of all that golden skin he had under his clothes…

You nipped that thought right in the bud, focusing your gaze on Steve’s face—his stupidly handsome face—which was contorted into a cold, furious scowl. You couldn’t help but notice that even that expression looked good on him, and you had to force yourself to concentrate on the problem at hand.

Because the frown on Steve’s face wasn’t the one he typically wore in your presence. No, this particularly charming glower was because he’d discovered you in the secret, locked room in his boss’s Brooklyn mansion. The one that housed the mafia boss’s private collection of art, jewels, and other priceless valuables in a cramped maze that looked like an elegant version of a museum’s storage room.

It was a room that you absolutely, one hundred percent, shouldn’t be in. 

But not everything in that room was priceless. The Blue Diamond of Alqualondë would fetch your employer a cool $5.8 million on the black market. All you had to do was retrieve it, steal it away from the mansion and put it in your employer’s hands. Then you’d get the $1 million you were promised…and your debts would be forgiven. Finally.

Giving your head a subtle, impatient shake, you reminded yourself that you didn’t have time to ruminate on the mess you were in. It didn’t matter that you’d been forced to get close enough to a mafia boss to be invited to one of the exclusive parties at his mansion—or that you’d enjoyed your time with the Brooklyn mob boss more than you should’ved.

You had to focus on the problem in front of you. Namely the fiercely protective and extremely dangerous mafia enforcer standing between you and your freedom.

“Would you believe,” you began, sauntering toward Steve and putting a little extra sway in your hips. The gown you wore hugged your curves lovingly, a slit up the side offering teasing views of your bare thigh. It was meant to be a distraction of a dress and it was doing its job. “That I got lost while looking for the bathroom?”

A little zip of satisfaction shot straight down your spine when Steve’s cold, blue eyes dipped briefly to your body, raking quickly over your chest, your hips, your legs, like he couldn’t help himself. But the excitement you felt at getting the man’s attention fizzled when his gaze returned to your face, harder than before.

But you wouldn’t—couldn’t—be deterred. It was imperative that you distract Steve and get him out of the room so you could sneak back later and steal the Blue Diamond of Alqualondë from his boss’s collection. How exactly you’d do that when the enforcer who already didn’t trust you, would be on higher alert? That was a problem for later you.

All you could do was deal with one problem at a time. So you moved closer to the big, intimdating man and slunk into his personal space, placing a hand over the breast pocket of his jacket while you fluttered your lashes at him. 

“This place is just so big and confusing,” you murmured demurely, trying to play the role of damsel in distress while you surreptitiously searched his jacket for something, anything to help you get free. 

But aside from a couple guns in shoulder holsters, all you found were the hard muscles Steve hid beneath his tailored suit. You forced yourself to ignore the twist of attraction in your belly, the melting warmth that sang in your blood, and urged you to do something stupid, something too fucking reckless, even for you. 

It became easier when Steve’s lithe fingers wrapped around your wrist and he stopped your wandering hand in its tracks. He gave you a tight warning squeeze before letting his hands fall and stuffing them in his pockets, making a show of how little of a threat he thought you posed.

“From anyone else, I might believe that excuse,” Steve rumbled, staring down his nose at you. His eyes were like two chips of ice, sending even more cold anxiety down your spine, and it was only your years of practice that kept you from wilting under his angry stare. “But not from you, sweetheart.”

It disturbed you how much you liked hearing Steve call you by that pet name, even if his tone was dripping with disdain as he said it. In your head, you reached for the calm that typically came so easily when you were working a job, but you found it was rapidly depleting. 

There was something about Steve Rogers that left you feeling stripped bare and defenseless, and it took much more effort than usual to gather your charm and clever tactics around you like protective armor. Giving an indignant, offended huff of a laugh, you swatted Steve’s chest like you were old friends.

“You’re so mean to me, Stevie,” you whined in your sweetest, most ingratiating voice, batting your eyes at the scowling enforcer. “I’m just a little lost,” you said, pouting up at him with your most pathetic expression.

At the same time, you pressed closer, your tits brushing against his chest, sending sparks of pleasure rioting in your belly, your nipples tightening beneath the thin, slinky fabric of your dress. It took everything in you to hold back a shiver as desire ran rampant in your body, making you feel hot and achy.

“Cut the shit, sweetheart,” Steve snapped, his anger bleeding over into his tone in a way that made his voice hard and unrelenting. It got you thinking about other things of his that would feel hard and unrelenting and could help soothe the ache between your thighs…

“This room is kept locked, so try again,” Steve growled, leaning in until he was looming above you, using that stupid heigh to his advantage. 

However, the movement also pressed you closer to him, your tits brushing his chest and making your breath hitch as your nipples rubbed against him again. Steve’s eyes dropped to your tits, which were heaving in the low neckline of your dress, in danger of spilling out. 

A sound, like a choked off, hungry growl, rumbled in Steve’s chest, and the air in the room crackled with unresolved tension. It went straight to your head, that sound, and you could feel your brain melting a little at how much pure, undiluted lust was etched into Steve’s handsome face.

For a moment, between one breath and the next, you thought Steve Rogers might kiss you. You were already sagging in relief at the thought, your body sinking deeper into him, your hands pressed flat against the lapels of his jacket, ready to grab him and haul him even closer. 

You knew the kiss would be good. It would be devastating for the both of you, and your body lit up with the anticipation… but the kiss never came.

With a violent jerk of his head, Steve wrenched his gaze from your mouth, where he’d been staring at your lips like they were the answer to all his life’s problems, and he looked past your shoulder, deep into the maze of the room. He swallowed thickly, put some space between your bodies and finally looked back at you. 

When he did, his expression was guarded, and all the lust that had filled his face had been buried deep within the span of a few seconds. All that remained was the distrust that had haunted his blue eyes since you first appeared in his boss’s life. 

“Now, answer me, sweetheart,” Steve rumbled, his voice going infinitesimally softer on the pet name before he continued on. “What were you doing in here?”

The sudden shift in Steve’s mood was effective in waking you up from the lust spell you’d fallen into, and you realized you had one last card to play in an effort to get out of your disastrous situation. It was a long shot—Steve was so loyal to his boss, that it was unlikely he’d betray him for anything—but you had to try.

So you pressed your soft body more deliberately against the hard, unyielding bulk of Steve’s form, taking care to keep your wits about you as you danced your fingers along the line of his jacket. You let your fingertips trace the buttons of his white dress shirt, down to his abdomen, feeling the muscles of his stomach spasm at your touch. 

Steve’s face remained a stony, unforgiving mask as you teased your nails along the hem of his pants, toying with the leather of his belt. You sucked in a breath for courage, emboldened by the bulge brushing against your hip and looked at the handsome mafia enforcer from under your lashes.

“What’ll it take to make you leave and forget you ever saw me in here?” you asked silkily, pushing up onto your tiptoes so you could murmur in Steve’s ear, your breath ghosting tantalizingly against his bearded jaw. “I promise to make it worth your while, sir.” 

You were pressed so close to Steve that you felt his body go rigid at the honorific, his breath rushing out of him like you’d knocked the air out of his lungs. A pleased smirk teased the corners of your lips and you took his reaction as a sign to press your advantage, brushing your hand lower until your fingertips teased along the hard ridge of his cock in his pants.

But before you could cup his bulge through his clothes, Steve’s hand shot out, grabbing your wrist and pulling it none too gently away from his lap. He yanked so hard on your arm that it put you off balance, and if it wasn’t for Steve’s other hand settling on your hip, his palm a possessive, heated touch, you might’ve tumbled back onto your ass.

“You’re delusional if you thought that would work on me, sweetheart,” Steve growled, the barest hint of teasing in the pet name as it rolled off his tongue.

A shiver skated down your spine, one you weren’t able to temper, and you felt more than saw Steve’s smirk. Using his grip on your wrist and your hip, he drew you closer, and—damn him—your stomach swooped when you felt the hard length of his cock press against your belly. 

It was all you could do to breathe normally and not pant over the hot mafia enforcer like a dog in heat. But that had its downsides, too, because Steve smelled good. Expensive cologne mixed with something dangerous, like gunpowder, and god help you, but you thought you could get high off his scent. 

You were so close to huffing Steve’s scent like a desperate hussy when his hand around your wrist squeezed, making you blink the lust from your gaze and look up at him. A smirk teased around the edges of his mouth and he looked so fucking devastatingly handsome, you wanted to kick him—or kiss him. 

“Tell me what you were doing in here,” Steve rumbled, looming over you once more in a clear attempt to intimidate you into answering. “And who you’re working for. Be honest, be honest—if you’re honest, we might go easy on you.”

At the reference to your employer, your spine went ramrod straight, and panic flooded your mind. You were so distracted by the thought of who’d hired you that you didn’t notice the way Steve’s eyes flicked briefly over your shoulder. Nor did you notice his use of “we” when it was only him in the room. 

As far as you were aware at least.

In the life of a thief, these were the kinds of rookie mistakes that could get you caught, could get you killed. Unfortunately for you, you were too scared of your employer and too off-balance by the closeness of the mafia enforcer, to even realize you’d made such amateur errors. 

You thought you were still in control of the situation, so you huffed an indignant sound and tossed your head, giving the appearance that you were offended by Steve’s words and the implied accusation. 

Tipping your head back, you managed to look down your nose at the taller man as you scrambled for another way out of the room so you could return later for the diamond you’d been hired to steal. It took only a moment for your clever mind to come up with something, even if it wasn’t your best work.

“Your boss told me to meet him here,” you said, latching onto the first excuse you could think of that you hadn’t tried already. It didn’t matter, in your mind, that it probably wouldn’t work. It had to work because you couldn’t disappoint your employer. It wasn’t an option. “He said he wanted to show me something, but I think he just wanted to get me alone.”

It felt stiff and fake, even to you, as you winked at Steve, but using his boss’s attraction to you was your last-ditch effort to get the enforcer to let you go. You just needed his grip to ease up long enough for him to check in with his boss so that you could use the distraction to escape. 

However, you hadn’t accounted for the universe—and the mafia boss and his most trusted enforcer—to be working so expertly against you. 

That time, you did notice when Steve’s gaze moved from your face to something over your shoulder, something deeper in the maze of the mansion’s secret room. Anxiety flooded your body and no matter how much you tried to remain calm, you could feel yourself beginning to panic.

“Is that right?” Steve asked, and despite all your instincts telling you that he wasn’t speaking to you, you opened your mouth to answer him. But he went on before you could. “Did you ask her to meet you here—did you give her your key?”

Your stomach was sinking down to your knees, which were in danger of wobbling as panic consumed your chest, making your heart hammer against your ribs like a bird trying to escape its cage. Your mouth was dry, and for once in your life, you were too stunned to speak. 

You could only watch in horror as Steve’s gaze—cold, blue and knowing—returned to your face, even as he continued speaking to someone else. You had a sneaking suspicion that you already knew who that someone else would turn out to be.

“Or did she pilfer it and sneak in here like the dirty little thief that she is?”

“That depends,” came a voice from behind you—one that was warm and filled with humor, even as it held a dangerous edge. One that you recognized.

It was the voice that belonged to the man of the house, the one you’d spent the past weeks cozying up to so you could steal from him. The one you’d secretly begun to like, along with his loyal enforcer, though that was a secret you planned to take to your grave. Unfortunately, it seemed tha might happen sooner rather than later.

“Does it count as stealing if I let her lift it off me so I could see what she’d do with it?”

Bucky Barnes sauntered into you line of view, shooting you a devastatingly charming grin that made you feel like your panties wanted to melt right off your body. You’d worked hard to ignore your attraction to the Brooklyn mafia boss, but in that moment, you couldn’t deny the way your body responded to him.

With his broad shoulders, bright eyes and towering stature, Bucky was one of the handsomest men you’d ever met. He was hot enough to give Steve a run for his money, and he had the charisma to wield those good looks like a dangerous weapon. You thought you’d been impervious to his hotness and his charms, but in that moment, you realized you weren’t.

Still, it wasn’t until Bucky slid in behind you, curving his big hands possessively around your waist, and caging you in between him and Steve that you realized just how much trouble you were in. Because the whole time you’d been thinking you were conning the head of the Brooklyn mafia and his right-hand man, they had clearly been three steps ahead of you. 

And now you were caught in their trap—literally. You were caught between their big, strong bodies, with nowhere to go and no tricks left up your sleeve. All you had left was to see what they’d do, and hope you could escape with your life, if not with the score that could save you from your employer’s wrath.

The life of a thief wasn’t for the weak, and it was a good thing you were made of stronger stuff than most. You just had to keep your head in the game and not get distracted by Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers, and maybe, just maybe, you could still win your freedom.

But too bad for you, that might be easier said than done…

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