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The first rule of fandom is have fun. The second rule of fandom is find an enabler and become an enabler. Yes you should write that fic. What if it was even hornier? What if it was angstier? What if you wrote it just for me?

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[buckyslilalpine]

Masterlist

Don’t repost my work to other platforms & don’t translate to other languages. Enjoy & happy reading.

S - Smut | A - Angst | F - Fluff

Bucky Barnes

You’re Home Now | S, A , F

Across The Hall | S, A , F

Steve and Bucky AU

In order;

Plus One | S

Shattered Bliss | S, A

[buckyslilalpine]

Plus One

Summary: Steve’s lack of sex life and Bucky’s desperation to stop hearing about it leads to the idea of Steve sleeping with you, Bucky’s girlfriend. Turns out that was the best idea they’ve ever had.

WC: 4.1k | Warnings: smut, coarse language, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, masturbation, protected sex, threesome (f/m/m), established relationship, oral (m receiving), think that’s all. | Masterlist

Bucky and Steve had been best friends for a long time now. 

They would do anything and everything for each other, a bond between them that was damn near unbreakable and one that had withheld even the most chaotic and hardest challenges. 

They stood by each other, looked out for one another, and they supported each other. 

And sometimes, they shared things. Weapons, jackets, armor, you. 

Oh yeah. You. 

You’re Bucky’s girlfriend of the last two years, and to say he was out of his mind obsessed with you would be an understatement. He’s in love with you, there was no doubt to anyone about that. You’re his girl. 

His girl who is also quite close with his best friend. 

It didn’t start out that way. No, Bucky is very possessive of you, he wants to claim you, have you all to himself for as long as he’s alive. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t opposed to sharing you with Steve on occasion. 

The whole thing didn’t make any sense. Bucky is so protective and possessive and aggressive when it comes to you, but he didn’t care that Steve also found you unbelievably hot. 

Steve had been a lonely guy for most of his life, and he hadn’t let himself open up to anyone in quite some time. Bucky, being his best friend, often was the person Steve rambled on to about his non-existent love life, and how he wishes he could be one of those guys who fucks a girl then moves on without a blink. 

But he’s not. He needs to be friends with people, he needs to connect with someone, he needs to know the person he’s sleeping with before he sticks his dick in her. 

One night, Bucky had invited Steve over to his place since you’d be working late and he was bored, but when the blond arrived, he couldn’t stop talking about how the girl he just went on a date with kept trying to get in his pants throughout the whole thing. He complained about how he wanted to wait until at least the fifth date before he has sex with her, but she seemed persistent on wanting to do it on the first. 

Safe to say Steve wouldn’t be seeing her again. 

He had switched to the topic of his sex life and how he had to jerk off most nights since people these days just want to hookup and that’s it. You’d come home halfway through that conversation, and you were morbidly intrigued to hear more, so when Bucky spread his legs and patted his thigh, you eagerly sat down on his lap to listen to Steve’s rant. 

It was after midnight, and Bucky had been in this exact position on the couch for the last four hours, his attention span really getting tested as he rolled his head to the side and stared at the muted TV screen that was playing a past football game. Bucky didn’t care for sports, but he didn’t think he could take listening to Steve complain about the lack of sex in his life for one more minute before he drives his head through the flat screen. 

You were interested though as you shifted on his lap, sipping the last of the beer he’d been using as fuel to get through this conversation, even though he couldn’t actually get drunk. “Jesus, Steve,” you laughed, draping your arm around Bucky’s shoulder. “Your life is so miserable, even I feel tempted to have sex with you just so you can stop complaining about not having been laid in years.” 

It was a joke, a harmless jab from his sweet and kind and sexy girlfriend, one that had Steve’s face heating up as he shook his head. But Bucky’s lips curved upwards, his hand on your hip tightening as he thought about it. He really thought about it. 

Bucky never planned on sharing you. He wanted you all to himself and no one else, but if he had to share you with anyone, Steve would be the one and only person he’d feel comfortable enough with. He knows Steve’s a good guy, he knows he wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want to do, and he knew that the respect they have for each other was profound and solid. 

Steve is well aware of the fact that Bucky plans to spend the rest of his life with you, so he doesn’t need to worry about his friend catching feelings or trying to steal you away from him. It was just sex. A way to get Steve to shut the fuck up about wanting to have sex with someone he knows and not a total stranger. 

Bucky gets to have sex with you and then some, and he also gets the rest of you. He gets all of you, so the more he thought about it, the more open he became to the thought of letting Steve sleep with his girlfriend. 

It was kind of a win-win in Bucky’s mind since Steve would finally get laid by someone he knows, and Bucky will finally be given a break from all the moping he’s endured from Steve. 

And you, well, you got to sleep with a hot guy with full permission from your boyfriend. 

“That’s actually not a bad idea,” he spoke up, feeling the way you froze on his lap. He squeezed your hip, metal fingers as gentle as they could be as they grazed the skin of your waist.

“What?” you laughed, looking down at him as you loosely held the neck of the bottle between your fingers. “I was joking, baby.”

But he was looking over at Steve now, and you followed his gaze. The blond furrowed his brows, eyes flickering between yours and Bucky’s as he saw the thought process begin in your mind, your expression relaxing as you thought about what he was suggesting. “Bucky-” Steve sat up a bit straighter, his hands coming up in a defense gesture as he shook his head, as if he was the one who came up with the idea, not Bucky. “Dude, I-”

“What?” Bucky cut him off, leaning back against the couch in a casual slump. “I don’t mind. And as long as she doesn’t mind, I don’t see why not. It’ll finally get you to shut the fuck up about your lack-luster sex life.”

“Bucky,” you laughed, gently slapping his chest. When you looked over at Steve, your expression softened, and you gave him a reassuring smile. “It’s fine, Steve, and it’s fine if you don’t want to. I was just kidding, but I also don’t mind helping you out in that way, if you’d like me to.”

Steve swallowed harshly, his hands rubbing along the front of his jeans. “I wouldn’t… I don’t want to mess things up between the two of you,”

Bucky shrugged, his thumb stroking along your hipbone under your shirt. “We’re fine. We’re solid,” 

You nodded in agreement, and Steve’s face was a bright shade of red as he let out a shaky breath, his eyes hesitant, but his body so clearly betraying him. “Sure…” he trailed off, his voice sounding strained even to his own ears. “Okay. Yeah.” 

And that was how it started. 

That night, you started off with something simple, a blowjob right there on the couch, where Steve came pretty quickly, painting your cheek and chin white since there had to be some rules set in place. 

Steve could have you, most of you, but he couldn’t do super intimate things. Coming in your mouth? Hell no. Fucking you raw? Absolutely not. Kissing? There was a fine line with that one. If either you or Bucky thinks he’s going too far, you’ll pull back, or Bucky will grunt at him in warning. It was understandable, because you are still very much Bucky’s girlfriend, and anything that comes across as too intimate was off limits. 

But so far so good. And it was so good. 

That night on the couch was a few months ago, and Steve hadn’t complained about his sex life once since then. 

It was obvious as to why, because Bucky knows better than anyone how fucking incredible your body is, and how intoxicatingly addictive your pussy is. 

Steve was in heaven. 

Pure, tight, wet heaven as he fucked into your sweet pussy from behind. You were on your hands and knees on yours and Bucky’s bed, your naked body jolting forward with every sharp fuck of Steve’s hips. 

Across the room, sitting on the chair in the corner was Bucky, his jeans pushed down to his thighs, his hard cock in his hand as he lazily stroked it. He’d invited Steve over to hang out and catch up, and then you came home, and things escalated. 

Steve was horny, and you were more than willing to let him pull you into the bedroom and have his way with you. It felt like second nature since he’s done it so many times now. And yet he still finds himself feeling a little jealous that you’re Bucky’s girlfriend. You’re Bucky’s. Not Steve’s. 

But Steve had become as obsessed with you as Bucky is, but he couldn’t tell either of you that. Bucky would shut it down so fast, go back to having you all to himself and would never let Steve be in the same room as you again. 

So he kept it hidden. He was selfish like that, because you and Bucky had both been so selfless, sharing this part of your lives with him. He wasn’t about to fuck it up. 

Your moans were music to his ears as he gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your soft skin. “Goddamn,” he muttered, his hips slapping against your ass with every thrust. “You’re such a lucky son of a bitch, Buck.”

Never in a million years did Steve ever think he’d be railing his best friend’s girlfriend while in the same room as him. It was unheard of, and yet he didn’t give a shit. 

His praise made you laugh, and Steve moaned louder as Bucky hummed in agreement. “I know, man,” he said, stroking his cock a little faster as he looked over at you, only ever keeping his eyes on you. 

“Christ, she’s so fucking tight,” Steve grunted, leaning back to watch the way his cock disappeared deep inside you, then reappeared, the condom covered in your slick. “God, you’re so fucking tight. So warm and wet. Fuck, you feel so good around my cock.” 

You moaned, your eyes hooded as a fucked out expression took over your face. Your hands were gripping the sheets tightly, your body jolting forward with every impale of Steve’s cock. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, and you moaned as you watched your boyfriend jerk himself off. “Mhm, Bucky loves my tight pussy too, don’t you, baby?” you purred, grinning at the way Steve’s pace stuttered briefly when you clenched around him. 

Bucky groaned, his hand sliding up and down his cock. “Fuck yeah, I do,” he muttered, his voice deep and raspy. “Nothing compares to your perfect little cunt, baby. Nothing feels better than you.”

He slowly stood up from the chair, his cock bobbing in his hand as he moved closer to the bed. His jeans hung low on his hips, pulled down just enough for his dick to be freed. You smiled up at him, leaning into his touch when his metal hand came up to caress your chin. 

Steve picked up the pace, his fingers curling around your hips more firmly. “Fuck, I can’t believe how good you feel,” he panted, his gaze fixated on where you and he are connected. 

You gave him a pretty, way too innocent looking smile over your shoulder, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. “You feel good too,” you murmured, meeting a few of his thrusts halfway before turning back to Bucky. You reached for him, pulling him closer until his knees were pressed against the front of the bed. “I want you to feel good too, baby.” 

You wrapped your hand around his cock, giving it a few slow strokes before you took him into your mouth. Bucky grunted, his hand sliding into your hair as you licked along the underside of his cock. “Fuck, just like that, baby,” he groaned, his hips rocking gently to work himself deeper inside your mouth. “You’re such a good girl. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

A muffled moan escaped your lips as you nodded slowly, one hand leaving the sheets to grab Bucky’s hip. Steve’s pace stuttered a bit, one of his hands sliding up to grip your shoulder as he pulled you back onto his cock over and over again. “You’re incredible, Y/n,” he praised, his brows drawn together from the intense pleasure building up inside him. “God, I wish you were mine.”

He didn’t mean for that to come out of his mouth, because he knew that was nearing the line he was not allowed to cross with you and Bucky, but you just laughed. With your mouth around Bucky’s cock, you laughed. 

And somehow Steve became even more gone for you. 

You pulled away from Bucky, your hand continuing to stroke along his wet cock, and you smiled up at him with your puffy lips and glistening chin. “What are you gonna say to that, baby?” you asked, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of Bucky’s dick. “He wants me too… wishes I were his.” 

Steve’s pace stuttered a bit at that, and he didn’t want to meet Bucky’s eyes while he’s balls deep in his girlfriend, and he didn’t want to see the set in his jaw or the look on his face that would let him know that this will be the last time he’ll get to have you like this. 

If he had looked up, he would’ve seen the way Bucky’s eyes darkened possessively, and seen the way his hand tightened in your hair. He would’ve seen the hint of jealousy Bucky wasn’t used to feeling around his best friend. 

He also would’ve seen that, as quickly as that jealousy formed, it faded just as fast. “He wishes,” Bucky murmured, his voice low and deep and confident as he ran his thumb along your bottom lip. “But you’re mine, baby. My gorgeous, sweet and perfect girl. You just like helping him out sometimes, don’t you? That’s all this is.” 

His voice was teasing and a little condescending as he gripped the base of his cock and guided it back to your mouth, and you all too eagerly took him back inside. When Steve did take the chance and lift his gaze, Bucky wasn’t looking at him. Instead he was focused on you, his flesh hand cradling your jaw while his metal one pulled gently on your hair. 

He didn’t completely fuck this up and ruin one of the best situations he’s ever accidentally gotten himself in. That was good. This is good. 

Steve was close, his thrusts becoming quicker and harder as you whined around Bucky, your eyes fluttering shut. You felt perfect, tight, wet and warm, and he had to grind his teeth together to quiet himself down. Your sounds, even though they were muffled around Bucky’s cock, were the very things he thinks about now when he’s alone, and he’d rather hear you than hear himself.

You clenched around him, and Steve’s pace stuttered once again. “Fuck, I’m close,” he grunted, equally hating and loving how he could never last long with you. You felt far too good, squeezed him just right, and fit him better than anyone else ever had. “You’re so tight.”

You moaned appreciatively as Bucky moved his hand to your throat so he could feel how deep he was inside your mouth. His blue eyes were blown wide with lust as he looked down at you like you were his entire world, his hips moving more urgently as he fucked your mouth. “You feel so good, baby. You’re such a good girl,”

Steve looked down and watched himself slide in and out of you, his hands tightening their hold on your hips. “Jesus, I’m gonna cum,” he rasped, feeling his stomach clench with his impending release. 

Bucky pulled out of your mouth, his cock slick with your spit. A string of saliva connected his tip to your lips before it broke, and he grabbed your chin, tilting your face up so you were looking at him. “Clench that pussy for him, baby,” he murmured, brushing his thumb along your swollen lower lip.

You obliged all too willingly, clenching around Steve until he was thrown head first over the edge, his hips jerking and his eyes squeezing shut. His head fell back as he came, filling the condom up and desperately wishing there wasn’t a layer of latex between you and him. 

A quiet moan left your lips as you wiggled back against him, nuzzling your face into Bucky’s palm. Steve had to force himself to pull out of you, when all he wanted to do was stay buried inside of you for the rest of the night, but then he watched Bucky lean down to kiss you, and he knew his time, as well as his turn, was up. 

When he pulled out of you, you moaned against Bucky’s mouth before moving onto your knees on the bed, your arms draping around your boyfriend’s neck and your chest pressing right up against his. “Your turn, baby,” you murmured against his mouth. 

Bucky grinned against your lips before kissing you again, his arms wrapping tightly around your middle as he held you against his hard body. 

This was Steve’s least favorite part. He usually got you first, but once he was finished, he had to sit back and watch you and Bucky be all over each other in the way you’d never be all over him. It was bittersweet, mainly bitter. But he still sits through it, because it forces him to realize that he’ll never have all of you like Bucky does. You’ll never be all his, and he’ll never have your heart. 

He moved away, still breathing heavily as he slumped onto the chair Bucky had been in only five minutes ago, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. 

Bucky’s large hands slid down your body until they found your ass, and he lifted you up against him as he crawled onto the bed, following you down until he was hovering over you and caging you in with his much bigger body. He settled between your legs, the tip of his cock nudging against your core, your slick making it easy for him to push inside you. 

“Fuck, you’re still so tight,” he groaned, his forehead dropping against yours as he bottomed out inside you. “So fucking perfect for me.” 

He started to move, setting a deep, steady rhythm that had him hitting all the right spots deep inside your weeping pussy. One big hand slid under your thigh, pulling your leg up around his waist so he could go even deeper. 

Bucky knew just how to touch you, how to fuck you, how to make you fall apart for him. It came with years of having you like this, of exploring your body and making it his over and over again. 

You moaned loudly, your arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders as he fucked into you. “God, yes,” you gasped, tangling your fingers in his hair as you arched your back off the bed. “So good.” Your voice was whiny as your hands slid down Bucky’s broad back until your fingers dug into his ass, your nails leaving half moon indents behind. 

Bucky grunted as your nails dug into his skin, urging him to thrust harder and deeper and faster, claiming your body after it was filled by his best friend. This was his favorite part, the part when he got to fuck you like he had a point to prove. 

He leaned down and kissed you deeply, swallowing your moans as he fucked you into the bed. He’d been on edge from your mouth, and you’d been on edge from when Steve fucked you, so when he felt you flutter around his cock, he knew you were close. “That’s it, baby,” he muttered against your mouth. “‘M gonna make you cum on my cock.”

You whined against his lips, your body heating up in an intense blush. “Fuck yes, baby,” you moaned, your hands sliding back into his hair. You pulled away from his lips and looked up at him, your brows drawn together in a furrow as he worked you to your high. “I love you so fucking much, Bucky.” you whispered, intending only for him to hear the words, but of course both men heard you. 

Bucky leaned down and peppered kisses along your jaw and neck, his deep grunts lost against your skin. “I love you too. So fucking much,” he breathed, sucking a mark onto the base of your throat. “You’re everything to me.”

Steve’s stomach twisted in a nasty feeling he had no right to feel. He had no business being jealous of the two of you, no business being jealous of his best friend when Bucky had been so selfless in sharing this part of you with him because of Steve’s lack of a sex life. 

Another reason why he forced himself to sit through this part of the deal. 

Bucky ground his hips against yours, his pelvis rubbing against your clit with every deep thrust. “Cum for me, baby,” he mumbled, nuzzling his nose along your jaw before connecting his mouth to yours, swallowing your cries as he felt you clench around him, your release coating his cock with nothing in between to separate you and him. 

He grunted into your mouth as he came too, filling you up to the brim as his hips rolled against yours, fucking his cum deeper into you. He pulled away from your mouth and pressed his body against your own, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist. 

“Fuck, that was so good,” he panted, burying his face into your neck as you tried to catch your breath. 

After a few seconds, he rolled to the side, pulling you flush against his chest as he draped a rather possessive arm over your waist. You giggled softly, cuddling against him as you turned your head and watched Steve stand up and begin to pull on his clothes. “Thank you for a fun last few hours,” you grinned up at him, making Steve meet your gaze as he pulled his jeans back on. “I think I’ll be sore for a while.”

Steve’s mouth curved upwards in a small but genuine smile, and he took a few short steps to the bed, and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Thank you,” he said back, his eyes lingering on you for a few more stolen seconds before standing up straight again. “You’re amazing. You always are.”

As he reached for his shirt, Bucky pulled you closer to him, his other hand resting on the curve of your ass. “Mm, I think Bucky wants his cuddles now,” you laughed, breaking eye contact with Steve as you turned over in Bucky’s arms. 

He held you against him, your warm, naked body pressed right up against his own. “I always do,” he murmured, pressing a firm kiss to your cheek.

Steve felt that bittersweet feeling wash over him again as he pulled his shirt over his head. “You’re a lucky guy, Buck,” he mumbled, “She’s… she’s special.”

Bucky lifted his gaze and looked up at him, his expression stoic. “Sure is,” he agreed, his metal hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as you buried your face in his neck. The way he looked at you spoke all the words he didn’t need to say. 

You’re his everything. His rare gem in this unforgiving world. The one person he’d let get away with anything. 

Steve swallowed a little harshly as he stepped away. “Well, I should go. Got an early morning tomorrow,”

Bucky’s face dropped as he rolled onto his back. “Right, the debriefing,” 

Steve nodded and turned around, heading towards the door as an ugly feeling weighed heavily in his chest. “I’ll see you then,” he said, keeping his back to the both of you. 

Bucky hummed, nodding at his back as you waved lazily, even though Steve couldn’t see you. He’d done this routine before, he knew how this whole thing plays out once it’s over. 

And now you and Bucky were back to being blissfully all over each other, and Steve was back to pretending you weren’t invading all his thoughts, and pretending like he wasn’t falling for you.

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RYAN GOSLING "I'm Just Ken" wins Best Original Song at the 29th Annual Critics' Choice Awards (January 14, 2024)

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[stillmuseum]

[deletiaclementine]

Learned today the community here isn’t into premature ejaculator Ilya. Ilya with a hair trigger. Ilya making a mess in his pants if Shane is looking at him right and the wind is blowing wrong. Ilya, eyes full of tears because he’s embarrassed himself in front of his hot smug husband again. That’s fine I’ll keep him to myself 😮‍💨

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I Can Do It With A Broken Heart | S.R.

feat. Steve Rogers x fem!reader

SUMMARY: You and Steve broke up, but life as an assassin for SHIELD goes on, no matter how grueling. little did you know, Steve was suffering too, and reality is far from how it appears.

CW: MDNI 18+, smut, breakups, protective!Steve, assassin work, mentions of blood and death, Steve is a bit of a munch (but he still tops you), happy ending

AN: inspired by "I Can Do It With A Broken Heart" by Taylor Swift from her album The Tortured Poets Department.

masterlist | divider by @saradika-graphics

Steve left you on a random Tuesday afternoon. No fanfare, no warning, no discussion. He barely even looked at you when he shattered your heart.

In the two years you'd known him, and the six months you loved him, you'd never seen him so callous. He'd looked at motorcycles with more affection than he looked at you in that moment.

You didn't understand, couldn't understand, but it didn't matter. Your relationship was over, and your life felt like a held breath ever since.

He said he'd love you all his life, but for a man that's been alive for a century, six months was barely a blip. You were barely a blip.

But you couldn't dwell, couldn't break down like you wanted to, because you were one of the top assassin's at SHIELD, and missions didn't care about your feelings.

So you were sent out into the field, day after day, week after week, with a smile on your face and your shoulders thrown back, never ever missing your mark. And still, SHIELD demanded more of you.

Fortunately, you could do it with a broken heart.

“Agent L/N, report to Fury’s office for assignment,” the earpiece in your ear crackled to life, jarring you from the workout you were pretending to do.

“Another one? Seriously?” Nat said, looking up from the squat rack, sweat glistening along her hairline.

You shrugged. “The fun never stops,” you said with a half-hearted smile, and she rolled her eyes, returning to her reps.

As quick as you could, you pulled an oversized hoodie over your sports bra and retied your ponytail, which has fallen into sweaty disarray during your workout.

Normally, you'd change into your suit, but when Fury called, he didn't like to be kept waiting.

You take the elevator direct to his office, and when the doors roll open, you're greeted by Nick Fury, Sergeant Barnes, and, of course, the back of Steves head.

His hair has grown a little longer since you were together, and your fingers itched to run through it, to scratch his scalp in the way that makes his dark lashes flutter, to tug on his roots in the way that makes him groan low in his throat…

You shook yourself and slapped on a smile. “Good morning, Nick,” you chirped, sauntering into the room.

“Morning, sunshine,” he said, offering as close to a smile as he could manage. “Have a seat.”

You perched on the edge of Bucky’s table, and he gave you a stiff nod in greeting . Steve didn't look up from the open file in front of him, but you could tell by the angle of his shoulders that he wasn't happy.

Nausea twisted in your stomach, your heart splintering a bit further, but you kept your expression pleasant.

“Would it kill you two to be a little more cheerful?” Fury quipped, and Bucky snorted. “Could all use a little more sunshine around here.” Fury winked at you, and you winked back.

Steve’s fingers tightened on the file, but you chalked it up to its contents.

“Little Miss Stabs-a-lot seems to be managing just fine for all of us,” Bucky said, his voice dry even though his eyes were smiling.

That's you, managing just fine.

Fury chuckled and passed you a similar file to Steves. “Your target is Lugoff Isaacson, HYDRA weapons director.”

You flipped through the file, finding a laundry-list of diabolical misdeeds, as well as a number of altercations with the two men beside you.

“Dinosaur’s couldn't hack it?” You teased, but only Nick laughed.

“Unfortunately, Mr. Isaacson lives like a hermit, and the only people allowed in his company are fellow HYDRA agents—” Nick paused, bracing his hands on the desk. “And pretty women.”

You heard Steve's teeth grind together, and Bucky glanced over at him, but you kept your eyes on your boss. “When do I leave?” You asked, already rising.

“Nick, she can't go in there with Isaacson alone,” Steve snapped, pushing the file away from him. His voice was rough and low, menacing, and it sent a chill up your spine.

“She certainly can,” Nick rebuffed. “Unless you want to go with her?”

Steve glared at Nick, so sharp it was practically lethal, but didn't say another word.

You felt like he stomped your heart beneath his boot, and were seized by the urge to fall at his feet and beg for a reason why he would do this to you. But instead, you flipped through the file, finding your orders in the back. “Flights at 2:30. I need to pack and get a blowout. I'll update when I land.” You tucked the file under your arm, blew Nick a kiss, and flitted back to the elevator, not sparing Steve a second glance.

He certainly wouldn't look back at you.

“How many is that this month?” You heard Bucky ask as the doors started to roll closed.

“15,” Fury answered, pride clear in his voice. “She's our most productive assassin to date.”

Steve's POV

“Don't give me that look, Rogers,” Fury droned, avoiding Steve's eye.

“She's not some goddamn chess piece you can just play however you want,” he bit, barely contained anger simmering underneath the surface. It took every ounce of his willpower to keep his mouth shut during that meeting, to not grab you around the middle and run for the fucking hills.

The thought of Isaacson, that slimy rat laying a hand on you—it made Steve's mind bleed red with rage. He knew you could handle him, knew you'd make quick, clean work of the kill, but the things you'd have to endure to get that perfect opportunity…

He couldn't bear it.

“Thats exactly what she is,” Fury said, snatching the file from in front of Steve. “It's what you all are.”

Bucky scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest, and Steve rose from his chair, bracing his hands on the table to lean into Fury’s smug face.

“I'm done playing your fucking games. And if you think I won't take her and leave, then you don't know me very well,” he growled.

Bucky got to his feet, metallic arm flexing as tensions mounted.

“Oh, I know you, Cap. I know you'll do whatever you need to do, move wherever the fuck I want you to move, so she stays on the damn board. Right?”

Steve grit his teeth. “And when we leave, whose going to come after us? Him?” He gestured to Bucky. “Nat? Thor? Quill? Whose it gonna be?”

Fury narrowed his eye.

“Because here's the thing you've never understood. Without us, there is no fucking SHIELD. You broke us up so she'd be free to your dirty work right? Without my interference?”

Fury scoffed and went to back away, but Bucky was standing directly behind him, blocking any escape route.

“She likes it—”

“It's killing her.” Steve cut him off. “When's the last time she had a day off? A vacation? A job that wasn't too hard for another agent, but too low profile to send us? Hm? Call her fucking sunshine while your burying her alive.”

“Steve,” Bucky warned, and the table cracked beneath Steve's hands.

“It ends now. Either SHIELD takes care of her, or I do.” Steve pushed off the desk and stormed out of the room, taking the stairs to get to the control room faster.

Nat was already there. “She just got to her apartment. Steve, she's—”

“I want eyes on her 24/7, and a team waiting to deploy within twenty miles of Isaacson bunker,” he ordered.

A chorus of ‘yessir’s’ answered him, and he sunk down in the vacant swivel chair, steepling his fingers as he watched the entrance to your apartment building, a SHIELD van idling just outside.

“Cap, listen.” Nat leaned against the control panel beside him. “This has to end, before she fucks up.”

“I know—”

“No, you don't. At this level of burnout, one misstep and that's it.”

“I know!” He barked, and the surveillance workers all jumped. “I'm fixing this. I just need a little more time.”

“She might not have time.” Nat pushed off the panel. “It might not be this mission, but it could be the next one, or the next. Stop being a fucking coward and fix it before it's too late.” She stormed off, leaving Steve staring at the monitors, his heart in his throat.

He was going to fix this. He had to fix this, before he lost you for good.

You hurried out of your apartment, dressed in slacks and blouse, wrapped up in a leather trenchcoat. The driver jumped out to greet you and took your bag, and you slipped into the backseat.

He flipped the camera to the car feed, a wonky fisheye from the dashboard, and saw you check your mascara in the mirror, faint smudges of black under your eyes, your nose kissed pink.

You'd been crying.

“I'm gonna fix it, baby,” he muttered to himself, wishing you could hear him somehow. “I promise.”

Reader's POV

You took out Isaacson without any issues, just smiled and tried to ignore the way he groped your thighs, ogled your tits. He made it too easy to slit his throat.

And as soon as you returned, there was another assignment, and another, and another, until you didn't even bother going home anymore. Which was well enough for you. You didn't care to sleep in the bed Steve held you in, or the couch you'd watched his favorite black and white movies on. Didn't care to eat in the kitchen where you taught him to make your mother's signature recipe, or shower in the stall he'd washed your hair in when you were sick. It was better to stay away from all the little reminders that you didn't imagine the whole thing.

You pretended to love being busy, treated every mission like a birthday gift, and pushed forward. Until, you were assigned to work at the Winter Gala.

SHIELD hosted the annual event as an excuse for the team to rub elbows with politicians, diplomats, and executives. You'd be masquerading as a guest, of course, but in reality you were on intel duty, eavesdropping on conversations and flirting trade secrets out of the most powerful people in the world.

One of the few perks of still being anonymous to the world.

You were dreading it. A night filled with romantic music, dancing, and drinks, watching Steve schmooze with women twice as wealthy and twice as powerful as you? You'd rather choke on your own dagger. But you were determined to look fabulous, a young woman in her glittering prime, and maybe you'd feel something besides emptiness.

Tony had a gorgeous ball gown sent to your apartment that probably cost more than your annual salary, and you spent three hours on your hair and makeup for the occasion, mainly because you kept crying it off. But at the last minute you steeled yourself and carpooled with Nat to Stark Tower.

She wolf whistled as you climbed into the car, looking downright stunning herself. “I know I'm not supposed to comment, but that fossil is going to lose his fucking mind.” She chuckled, tearing off down the street.

“Lose his mind?” You snorted inelegantly. “I can barely get a ‘hello’ out of him.”

Nat looked at you sidelong, the expression sharpened by her eyeliner. “And why do you think that is, babe?”

You didn't dare comment, didn't dare think about it. You'd never get through the night if you clung to a razor thin thread of hope.

The party was in full swing when you arrived, and you came in separately from Nat to forgo any suspicion. With a glass of champagne in hand, you circled the party, trying to tune out your own thoughts so you could absorb all the conversations going on around you.

But the noise completely stopped when your eyes met Steve's across the room.

He was dressed in an immaculately tailored Navy blue suit, with a crisp white shirt and brown leather loafers. His hair was styled back from his face, his beard freshly trimmed, and he was staring at you like hunter through a scope.

“Y/n, sweetheart, come with me for a moment,” Tony appeared to your left, startling you out of your reverie. “There's someone I want you to meet.” He winked, and you flashed a toothy smile, even though you felt like screaming.

“Lead the way, Mr. Stark,” you cooed, for the benefit of anyone in earshot.

Tony led you away, but you could feel Steve's eyes burning a hole in your back, tracking you through the crowd.

“Alex, this is Lydia, the daughter of a colleague of mine. You both attended Stanford!” Tony lied through his teeth to a handsome, dark haired gentleman, and you picked it up without delay.

“Oh, of course! It's such a pleasure to finally meet you!” You gushed, sliding onto the stool beside the stranger. “Tell me, what was your favorite time of year on campus?” You brushed your fingers along his forearm, noting the model of the Rolex on his wrist, the designer of his suit.

“Fall, of course. Can't beat those colors,” Alex grinned, and you fawned like it was the most ground breaking thing you'd ever heard.

Tony left you to it, and twenty minutes later you were tucked into a booth with Alex, his arm slung over your shoulders, and his phone face up and unlocked right in front of you. Oblivious to the way you scanned every message that came through.

Alex leaned closer, his nose brushing the shell of your ear, and you had to swallow a shiver of revulsion. His hand came up to cup your cheek as you wracked you mind for a way out of this—

“Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Trevais, but I need to steal Lydia for a moment.” Nat appeared suddenly beside the table, looking smug, and Alex scowled.

“Right now? Really?” He argued.

“I'm afraid so.” Nat batted her lashes and Alex immediately caved.

“Fine, I'll see you later then?” He winked, alluding to the room key he slipped into your bag a few minutes prior.

“Perhaps.” You winked back, playing coy, and he grinned like a fool. “What's going on?” You hissed as Nat led you out of the party and down an dark, empty hall. "I was in the middle of something—"

“You'll see,” she whispered back, stopping at a door and doing a quick sweep before pulling it open and ushering you inside.

The door slammed shut behind you.

“Nat, what—”

The lights came on in the room, dim and golden to reveal the luxurious study you were standing in, all black leather and granite, shelves of books and expensive furniture.

But you barely registered any of that, because Steve Rogers was waiting for you by the window. Moonlight kissed his face, highlighting the flawless angles on his bone structure, and your mouth ran dry, your heart falling through the floor.

“Uh, is there a problem, Captain Rogers?” You asked, propping up the professional barrier despite the urge to launch yourself at him, the need to kiss him, or strangle him, pushing against the underside of your skin.

When he looked at up you, the air was sucked from the room. His eyes were stormy, fogged with sorrow, water collecting on his lower lashes.

“You really have turned espionage into an art form,” he chuckled, his voice thick with emotion. “Like you're having the time of your life.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded.

“But that's not true, is it? You're as miserable as I am.”

You shook your head. “I—I’m fine.”

He huffed a laugh, pushing off the window sill. “You put on a good act, honey. But I can tell when you're performing.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, indignation flaring in your gut. “What do you want, Steve? You haven't spoken to me in months.”

He grimaced, a look of genuine pain crossing his face. “Y/n, I—”

“You disappeared for two weeks after dumping me out of the blue. You refuse to take missions within a hundred miles of me. You won't even train at the same time." You were yelling, unable to stop once you started. You'd kept it all bottled up for so long, there was no forcing it back now. "You've barely looked at me, Steve! It's like we never happened, like I made it all up in my head!”

“Because it was killing me!” He shouted back, and you flinched, tears pricking behind your eyes. You could count on one hand the amount of times Steve Rogers raised his voice, and it was never at you.

“You left me!” You yelled, your voice cracking at the edges.

“Because I had no choice! They gave me no choice.”

Your stomach dropped. “W-what?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to regain his composure. “Fury, SHIELD, they threatened to send you overseas if I didn't. To some desolate base in Russia.”

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. This couldn't be real. “Steve, that doesn't make sense—”

“You really think I would leave you like that? That I would just throw away what we had? I was trying—” his voice caught in his throat. “I thought I was protecting you. But they lied to me.”

You were shaking your head, backing away. You couldn’t take any more empty words, any more bullshit—

Steve rushed toward you, catching your face in his large hands before you could turn away. “Baby, listen to me,” he said, softening. “They wanted me out of the way so you would be more likely to do whatever they wanted. When we were together, we were working less, we were happier, we cared about something that wasn't SHIELD, and they couldn't stand it.”

“But Fury—”

“Is a manipulative fuck that took advantage of your broken heart.” You gasped at his language, usually reserved for sex or intense fighting. Steve lowered himself to his knees, his hands gripping the curve of your waist and shaking you. “I need you to believe me, honey. I'm begging you. I would never have done this if I knew the truth. I'm so sorry for hurting you, and I wish I could take it back. But I can't, all I can do is tell you the truth.”

“You didn't want to leave me?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course not.” He rested his forehead on your belly, drawing a shaky breath before looking up at you again, pleading with big, blue, watery eyes. “I-I love you. And I agreed because I was terrified to lose you completely but then I—I did anyways because I'm a fucking coward.”

You wiped a tear from his cheek with your thumb, the last of your trepidation falling away. “I love you too, Stevie,” you said, and he surged upwards, slamming his mouth to yours in a ruinous, bone-melting kiss.

He parted your lips with his tongue, possessing your mouth in a display of dominance you rarely saw from him. He licked along your teeth, groaning low in his throat as you dug your nails into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. He tasted like black coffee and something sweet, like he'd hit the dessert table instead of the bar, and it made your heart flip.

God, you'd missed him.

Your lungs screamed for air, an affliction super soldiers didn't contend with, and you were forced to break the kiss to breathe.

“Cameras?” You panted, craning your head back as Steve planted wet, open-mouth kisses down your jugular.

“This is Fury's personal study. No cameras,” Steve mumbled against the peak of your shoulder, his hands all over you.

You scoffed. “Of course, because he can have priv—”

“Forget about him.” Steve captured your lips again, and you nipped at his lower lip for cutting you off. He backed you against the desk, breaking the kiss to toss you up onto it.

“Forgotten,” you replied, breathless as you looked into his eyes.

“I haven't told you how beautiful you look yet, have I?” He asked, leaning back a bit to take you in, your chest heaving against the deep plunge of your dress, lips kiss-stung and eyes bright.

You shook your head, tossing your hair over your shoulder with a smirk.

“I love this color on you,” he murmured, rubbing the hem of your dress between his thumb and index finger. And your makeup—”

“Steve.” You grabbed him by the lapel and tugged him closer, bringing his face down towards yours. A flare of arousal twinged between your legs, you loved when he let you manhandle him. “I know you're trying to be a gentleman and not fuck me without some proper flirting, but it's been months. I need you.”

Steve smiled, leaning forward to lay you back on the desk. “You don't need me, honey,” he hummed, kissing down your sternum while his hands moved your dress up your legs. He looked up at you when he settled between your thighs. “You've proven that you're a force all on your own. And that's okay, you don't have to need me, as long as you want me.”

You nibbled your lower lip, processing his words. He was right, you'd proven that you could live through heartbreak, that you didn't need him to carry on. And as much as it hurt, and as much as you missed him, there was something liberating in that knowledge.

“So, do you want me?” He asked, grazing his thumb over the gusset of your panties, maddeningly light.

“Yes, I want you,” you answered, threading your fingers through his blond hair and urging him forward.

He chuckled, smiling up at you, then pulled your panties to the side with his middle finger and flattened his tongue against your slit, licking a firm stripe up your pussy. Your head fell back onto the desk when he sucked your clit between his teeth, wasting no time in his pursuit of your pleasure.

Steve, for all his propriety and politeness, loved nothing more than feasting on your pussy. He was sloppy with it, rough and self-indulgent, as if making up for the decades he went without it. He often stayed until you were overstimulated and orgasmed-out, weakly trying to push his head from between your legs while he lapped up the mess you made for him.

“Missed you so damn much,” he mumbled against your pussy, eyes fluttering closed as he drove his tongue into your entrance.

“Missed you,” you whined, your hips bucking up into his mouth as he devoured you, lashing every one of your sweet spots with expert precision.

His hands tightened on your hips while he massaged your clit with his tongue, and even that fraction of his real strength was enough to leave a dull ache. The reminder of his true strength made your head spin, your mind empty. You may not need him, but there was something thrilling about being able let go while you were with him. Trusting that he would keep you safe and you could just be.

He licked one last stripe up your pussy before pulling back, kissing his way up your body. “Baby, I need you,” he mumbled, nosing into your neck. You could feel just how badly from the ridge beneath his trousers, his hips rocking slightly into yours. “Please, can I fuck you?” He asked, unlatching his belt with a flick of his wrist, and a shiver rolled up your spine at the desperation in his voice.

“You want to fuck me?” You repeated, toying with him. You reached between your bodies and pulled out his cock, thick and long and flushed, and pumped it once, twice, smearing precum down his shaft.

He moaned, hot and breathy against your skin. “I know I hurt you, and I still have to make up for that, but I just—fuck, I need to feel you. Please, please let me make you come on my cock.”

“Just start slow,” you cooed, petting his cheek when he lifted his head in excitement. “Been awhile since I took you.” You glided his cockhead through your folds, his breath hitching when you notched it at your drooling entrance.

Gently, he eased his hips forward, sliding in one inch, then another. "Shit, honey. Have a little mercy," he panted, his muscles bulging against the fabric of his shirt, tendons in his neck flexing.

You groaned, releasing his cock to grab hold of his shoulders, nails biting into his shirt at the stretch, bright and burning.

“Gotta relax, baby. Let me in.” He gently guided you thigh up and around his waist, squeezing the fat of your haunch in reassurance. He moved a little deeper, and you both gasped when your walls clenched around him. “So goddamn tight,” he rasped, drawing his hips back a bit, assuaging some of the discomfort before easing back inside, coaxing your muscles to loosen for him.

“Fuck, Steve,” you panted when he pushed a little deeper, your eyes rolling back in your head when he grazed your g-spot.

“Almost there, doll. You can do it,” he encouraged, reaching up to hold your face. He caught your gaze, smiling a little when your eyes struggled to stay focused, lashes fluttering. “Starting to feel good?”

You nodded, pleasure spilling through you as your body accepted him inch by inch, until finally, you felt his pelvis press against yours.

“There we go,” he purred, leaning down to kiss your forehead, your cheek, giving you a few more seconds to adjust. “Good girl, takin’ all that cock.”

He ground into you, stifling a fractured moan against your shoulder when your pussy made an obscene squelching sound, dripping wet for him. You were on another planet, tingling head to toe as waves of pleasure crested. Every beat of your heart had you clenching around him, full to splitting, and you wanted more.

“Please, baby, need more,” you whined, trying to rock your hips against his, but he was too heavy for you to do much.

He braced his hands on either side of your head, sweeping his eyes down your body as you squirmed beneath him. He chuckled, the sound low and almost malicious. “Need more?"

He drew his hips back and delivered a punishing thrust, two, three, five, until you were all but screaming, unable to do anything but lay there and take everything he gave you.

"How's that for more?" He asked, his cock brutalizing your cervix and stretching you beyond your limits, molding your pussy to the shape of his cock. Ruining you with a fervor that made your head spin.

Your peak was rapidly approaching, winding tighter and tighter with every thrust until you were half-mad with desperation, clawing at his forearms by your head and leaving pink, raised lines across his flesh.

“Gonna come for me, baby? God, I missed this little pussy—feels so good,” he grated, bringing one of his hands down to circle to your clit, firm and deliberate. Exactly what he knew you needed. “That's my good girl. C'mon, I’m right there with you—” Another thrust and he sent you both flying over the edge, sparks exploding behind your eyes as the orgasm ravaged your body, flaying you open.

You grabbed onto his arm, desperate for something to ground you as you soared, his hips still thrusting erratically as he pumped you full of his release.

Crack!

The desk suddenly tilted beneath you and Steve whisked you up into his arms, still buried inside you. You clung to him in shock as the desk collapsed to floor, sending all of Fury's belongings scattered across the carpet.

"Are you alright?" He asked, searching your face.

You nodded, easing your grip on him.

Steve adjusted you, lifting and lowering you onto his cock, and you gasped, still sensitive from the lingering orgasm, and mildly shocked by his lack of reaction to what you'd just done.

“Steve, we—”

“We did,” he hummed, kissing along your neck as he caught his breath, lazily working you over his length to wallow in the last dregs of pleasure. “And if he has a problem, he can take it up with me.”

“I think he's going to have a problem,” you snickered, and Steve smiled.

“And I'll deal with it.” He eased himself out of you and set you on your feet, straightening your panties and pressing a tender kiss to your lips. You felt like you were floating in a dream, in disbelief that you had your Steve back, that he never really was gone in the first place.

“How are you going to deal with it?” You asked after righting your dress and he had tucked himself back into his trousers.

Steve pulled you back into his arms, like even that moment of separation was more than he could bear. “Depends on how much of a problem he has,” he replied, smirking. “I told you, forget about him. I'll handle it for us.”

Us. Your knees went a little weak at the word. “Yes, Captain,” you replied rising on your toes to kiss his cheek.

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[mickimoo1409]

[positiviteazee]

hes so peter parker from spider-man/superman here its crazy

[starkerobsession]

Rhodey: You’re so inappropriate.

Tony: Inappropriate? Me?

Rhodey: Yes, you.

Tony: Name one inappropriate thing I’ve done.

Rhodey, not missing a beat: Peter.

Tony: Well.

Tony: You got me there.

[metal-armed-muse]

mommy dairies diaries .ᐟ

husband!bucky x wife!reader

summary | your husband has always been obsessed with you. but he seems extra with all the looks he's been throwing at you feeding your daughter. whatever is on his mind?

word count | 4.2k warnings | smut, 18+, total kinkfest, MDNI, sub!bucky, lactation kink, mommy kink, unprotected pnv (shoutout to lactational amenorrhea!), usage of nicknames (baby, sweetie, babyboy, sweet boy for him. mommy for you), no use of y/n. a/n | i heard there’s enough smut without plot, so i decided to rectify that problem by writing more smut without plot rubs hands like an evil fly. so, this is basically no plot, just vibes. please do not read if this is not your cup of tea (or milk, see what i did there, ehehe) seriously, this is just so much filth, i kinda went overboard. probably be the filthiest thing that ever came out me. tread carefully. based on this ask. hope you like this, anon! d/t | @sheriff-bodecker obviously <3

you’re half-dressed and cradling your daughter against your chest. one of your hand cups her perfect little head while the other strokes her back in a steady rhythm.

her soft, wet suckling fills the quiet, punctuated now and then by that tiny sigh she makes when she pauses for air.

you’re tired now. but in that floaty, dazed way that’s oddly peaceful, like your body knows you’ve just made a whole human and is demanding your stillness.

the robe you’re wearing parts a little, when you shift on the bed, exposing the warm skin to the night air. one breast is out, full heavy and leaking, the other still tucked away. your belly is softer than before. your thighs, too. and yet you’ve never felt more powerful than in this moment: feeding someone that grew inside you.

something moves in your peripheral vision, and you don’t have to take another look to know that it’s your husband.

the wedding band glints at his finger, as he stares at you. again. and he’s not being very subtle about it.

he’s leaning in the doorway like he’s forgotten how to move. like someone pressed pause on his brain and he’s just stuck there.

you don’t look at him for a while. you just let him watch. it’s become a quiet game between you lately. he studies you, drinks you in like he thinks you’ll vanish. and you pretend not to notice until the weight of his hunger becomes impossible to ignore.

you clear your throat softly, but your eyes remain on your daughter. “you’re staring again.”

“i know.” there’s no apology in it. it’s just the truth, like it’s just a fact. his gaze slides down your body and drags its way back up, lingering far too long on the breast not currently occupied, albeit it being covered. “i can’t help it.”

you finally glance at him.

he looks like a man with his hands tied. like he’s trying to be respectful, like he’s trying to wait until you give him permission.

but there’s just something wild just beneath his stillness.

you tilt your head, just a little. “what is it, baby?”

you let your eyes drag down his body now. there’s the evidence of barely-there outline of his cock already thickening beneath the fabric of his pants. your eyes find his face again, he’s red in the cheeks, breathing real slow he’s trying to will himself not to get hard watching you feed your child.

you feel the wicked little grin tug at your lips before you can stop it.

“do you want a taste?”

you ask it so damn lightly. like you’re offering him a sip of your latte.

his mouth actually opens a little. but nothing comes out other than air. his arms uncross and his hands hover at his sides like he doesn’t know what to do with them anymore.

“what?” his voice is croaky, like he’s forgotten how to speak entirely, and english sounds more like an inconvenience rather than a language he’s fluent in.

“you’ve been staring for twenty minutes like you want to get on your knees and suck it.”

bucky makes a noise in his throat that’s somewhere between a gasp and a groan. his eyes drop again, then snap back up, like he’s afraid he’ll come just from looking too long.

“you’re—you’re not serious.”

“oh, but i am.”

you shift your daughter slightly, stroking her tiny back as she continues to suck lazily in her sleep-heavy rhythm. “you’ve been walking around this house like a kicked puppy for a month. you’re hard every time i take my robe off. flustered every time i bend over. and don’t think i didn’ notice how long you stood outside the door last night just listening to me pump.”

his lips part again. nothing. just breath, yet again.

“fuck.” he finally manages to drag one word out of his throat.

“you want to taste what your daughter gets, don’t you? you want mommy to feed you, too.” you say the latter like it’s a statement, not a question.

you don’t know what came over you when you uttered that word, what spurred you to actually say it. but the way he reacts tells you he’s into it.

in fact, he’s very much into it because he whimpers. actually whimpers.

“say it. say what you want, baby.” your voice is barely a whisper, excited to see what might come out of his mouth. because not everyday does a six foot super soldier look like the ground has been ripped away from him.

his eyes flutter close like he’s in pain. “i want—fuck. i want to suck your tits, mommy.”

you smile like you’ve won something. hearing him call you that is a different type of arousal, one that you hadn’t felt before, but now embraced it fully. he’s exactly where you want him.

“good boy,” the two words leave you way too easily.

your husband moves without thinking. crawls onto the bed like he doesn’t remember how his knees work. when he’s finally kneeling beside you, his hands hover again, like he’s uncertain.

you’re still feeding your daughter. she’s still latched, little sucks slower now, fading more towards sleep.

bucky, on the other hand, is breathing hard.

“you want to wait until she’s done? or do you want the other one now?” you ask sweetly, like you’re not short-circuiting your husband in real time.

his eyes flick down to your boobs, and then back to you, then down again, as though he’s weighing his options. “now.”

you reach up and tug the robe down off your other shoulder, letting the soft fabric fall completely. you’re bare from the waist up now.

you bring your hand to the full breast he’s been staring at and squeeze just slightly. a thin stream of milk beads at the tip.

a moan rips out of him. and you haven’t even touched him, nor has he touched you. yet.

“open,” your voice is way too soft for an order.

his lips part instantly, like he’s waited enough.

you guide his mouth to your nipple, and he latches as though he’s the one who’s starving. his hands go to your waist, gripping you tight like you might float away. the groan he lets out when he tastes the first trickle of milk is obscene.

there’s no hesitation in the way he suckles, it’s just him, his mouth, his tongue and soft suction.

“good boy,” you whisper again. “drink.”

you stroke his hair, like you’re petting something loyal. you can feel the tension leaking out of him with every suck. and the unmistakable strain of his cock against his sweats now that he makes no effort to hide it.

“that’s it,” you coo. “you missed mommy, didn’t you?”

he nods against your skin, mouth never leaving your breast.

“you’ve been so patient and sweet. helping me every day. putting our daughter down. kissing me goodnight and walking away with your cock hard, haven’t you?”

he pulls off for half a second with a gasp, mouth still wet and swollen with saliva and milk. “i tried to be good.”

you smile and guide him back to your nipple.

“you were. that’s why i’m letting you drink.”

his groan vibrates against your skin and your whole body spikes with heat. you’re soaked between your legs now, your thighs clenching every time he pulls more milk from you.

there’s precum leaking through his pants that you can clearly see now.

your daughter unlatches with a little sigh, drunk on milk and sleep, and you shift carefully to lay her in the bassinet beside the bed.

bucky doesn’t stop sucking. he just follows you, stays latched, hands on your hips like he thinks you’ll take it away if he lets go.

you chuckle breathlessly and run your fingers through his hair. “you’re really needy, huh?”

he just nods.

“you wanna make mommy come first?”

he looks up at you, with stark black eyes and lips impossibly pink.

“please.” he pops off your breast to utter the word and goes right back to it, like that’s where he belongs.

you stroke his hair again, watching his eyes flutter. his tongue moves slower as he sucks you, almost softer now, more worship than hunger. his grip on your hips is tight, like you’re his anchor.

“god, you’re a mess. look at you.” your voice is thick with both affection and arousal.

another groan slips past him as he pulls back slightly, tongue dragging along your nipple as he breathes out. your breast is wet with milk and spit, your nipple flushed and shiny and swollen. he looks up at you like he’s drowning in it.

“i c—can’t think when you say it like that,” he stammers, “you say it and my brain just… shuts off.”

you grin down at him. “good. i don’t need you thinking right now. i just need your mouth.”

you lean back against the headboard, spreading your legs slowly, watching the way his eyes drop and his jaw tightens at the sight of your bare cunt.

you’re soaked. well, no surprise there. you’ve been aching since the second he looked at you like that. since you saw his cock twitch behind the fabric of those old sweatpants.

“you still remember what i like?” you spread yourself for him with two fingers. “it’s been a while.”

bucky exhales like he’s about to cry. “i remember everything, mommy.”

the word, even uttered for the hundredth time today, brings a new wave of arousal between your thighs. “then show me.”

there’s no hesitation inn his movements as he crawls between your legs and settles there.

the first touch of his mouth is soft. his lips part and he exhales hot against your folds before dragging his tongue up in a wet line that makes you moan and buck your hips upwards.

“ohhh, fuck—yes, just like that, baby.”

he groans in response as he licks deeper, the tip of his tongue pressing just enough to tease before flicking against your clit.

he’s slower than he used to be. maybe careful is the word. like he knows your body’s changed and he’s not here to rush it. he’s here to worship every inch of you.

he spreads you with his thumbs and sucks your clit into his mouth slowly, and your hand flies to his hair.

“there’s my good boy—ahh—keep going.”

he moans again, hips rocking down into the mattress like he can’t help it, like he’s trying to grind through the fabric just to relieve some of the pressure.

his tongue slides down to your entrance to tease and circle, and then goes right back up to your clit.

“fuck, bucky, don’t stop—don’t you dare stop—”

he mumbles something into your pussy and it takes you a second to realize he said, “won’t stop, mommy.”

you tug his hair harder. “say it again.”

he obeys you in an instant as he looks up with half lidded eyes, “i won’t stop, mommy.”

your cunt clenches around nothing, and you laugh. maybe it’s a little mean what comes out of you next.

“you’re so fucked out and you haven’t even had your cock touched yet.”

he whines. genuinely whines. he actually rocks his hips down again like he’s going to lose it just from licking you. you decide to test that theory.

“you gonna come in your pants like a good little mommy’s boy?”

he lets out a strangled sound and sucks harder, tongue swirling over your clit until your whole body arches off the bed.

“jesus— yes, baby, right there, don’t stop—”

he’s locked in now, moaning into you and grinding down. very desperate and obedient of him.

you just ride his mouth like you own it. because you do. every inch of him. every twitch of his tongue and clench of his jaw belongs to you.

your orgasm hits like a wave. sudden and earth shattering after the abstinence.

you cry out and pull his face into your cunt, grinding down, letting him drink every last second of it from your body.

a moan tears off him like he’s the one coming.

when it finally passes, you loosen your grip on his hair and stroke his scalp gently. breathing hard, he pulls back slowly. his entire face is wrecked.

“did you…?” you raise your eyebrows in question.

he swallows. “i—almost.”

you glance down and see the wet patch on the front of his pants. cupping his face, you lift his jaw up, “you want to come, sweet boy?”

without waiting for his answer, you push his back towards the headboard. he leans back, sweats still on, cock still straining hard against it, like it aches.

“pull down your sweats, baby,” you order him and he obeys without wasting a second. there’s no thoughts behind his eyes, only desperation.

when his pants are discarded to the floor, you gaze over him. his cock stands proud, a little bent towards his abdomen, smearing precum.

the tip is flushed, a delicious shade of pink, begging to be tasted. but you have other plans for him.

you slide up higher to where he is, bracketing his thighs with yours.

he watches the whole thing like he’s watching the moon rise. his hands come up automatically, gripping your hips, trying to hold you steady.

your swollen, aching cunt is hovering over his dick. when you cannot support your body so much, you feel yourself sitting over him, more like, right over his dick.

a hiss leaves his lips as your pussy makes contact with his cock. but he makes no effort to move you, only supporting you by your hips.

“mommy, please i need to be inside you,” his voice is a wreck when it does come out.

you thoroughly ignore his request, as you drag your cunt over his cock once. he whimpers like it actually hurt him, and your hand flies to his cheek.

“are you okay, baby?”

“no—aah, fuck, mommy, i’m gonna cum if you keep—keep doing that.”

you trail your fingers up his abdomen, smearing a bit of cum as you go. his abs clench under your touch. you’re not even trying to be cruel, but the effect is devastating.

the flesh arm leaves your hip to find your tit, and he brings it to his mouth. even wrecked, he needs to be drinking.

you lean forward a bit, making it easy for him to nurse. carding your fingers through his hair, you pull him towards you, and he comes to you without hesitation.

he squirms a little under your touch, and you pull back to see his lips glistening.

“what is it, baby boy?”

“ah—fuck, mommy, it hurts! please— please do somethin’,” his voice is hoarse, and you grind down on him, maybe just to torture him a little more, thus pulling a whimper out of him.

he buries his face in your neck and mumbles, “please, mommy.”

you think he might cry if you keep this up.

“aw, you’re so needy, baby,” you coo and run your hands through his hair. a whine leaves him as he nuzzles closer to you.

you sit back up slowly, watching the way his eyes track your every movement. you reach for his cock and wrap your hands around the base, gently, so gently, that touch equals torture.

he lets out a soft, broken sound in the back of his throat.

“you’re so full, baby,” you marvel at your husband.

you stroke him slowly, barely moving your wrist. the pressure is feather-light, more tease than anything. the tip of his cock is angry-red, veins flushed up along the shaft, pulsing under your hand.

his hips twitch, like he’s trying not to fuck into your fist.

“i’ll come if you do that, mommy, aaah, please.”

“i thought you wanted to cum, sweetie.” your eyes flick up to his face. he’s flushed from the neck to his ears. his head tips back into the headboard, so much so you think it might hurt, but then you remember he’s a super soldier and that he can probably take it.

“i do—i do, i just— i wan’ to cum in you, mommy.”

“you poor thing,” you stroke him slow and steady now, your palm gliding over the slick head with every pass. “did i let it build too long? should i have let you cum sooner?”

“please please let me inside you—nnngh—please mommy.” he’s trembling now. his whole body is reacting, like you’ve bypassed his brain and gone straight to the part of him that just feels.

deciding that you’ve tortured him quite enough, you lift yourself from his thighs and let your cunt hover right over his cock.

his hands grip your hips, in an attempt to push you down, but you hold yourself together as you slide his cock up and down your pussy until it catches your entrance, earning another groan from him.

a broken sigh emerges from him when you finally lower yourself fully on his cock, and you’re seated snug on his lap.

his head slumps towards your body as you start slowly grinding on top of him.

greediness engulfs him as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth, his tongue working circles over it until his lips wrap around it fully, followed by which there’s a soft suckle.

the dual assault on your body is too much, especially since this is the first time you’ve welcomed him inside you after delivering your babygirl.

like he’s read your mind, his metal arm grips your hip tighter, while his flesh arm snakes down between your legs to find your swollen clit.

the sensation of him rubbing slow circles on your aching nub is almost too much, and you feel yourself slipping away, falling into another mind blowing orgasm.

all while, he hasn’t taken his mouth off you, drinking languidly. you feel his cock twitch inside you, and your walls clamp down on him, both of you reaching the sweet release at the same time.

the milk let down increases when his latch doesn’t waver, but only strengthens as he spills hot cum inside you.

breathing grows heavy on both sides, until you cannot do anything. not even move. wrapped up in one another, like there’s no possibility of space between you.

he lifts his face from you, and that’s when you catch sight of him. utterly gone. milk and spit and the remnants of your cum adorn his face, lips flushed pink, and irises completely eclipsing his pupils.

you lean down and kiss him, tongue slipping into his mouth with lazy ease.

“you’re okay, baby,” you whisper. “you did so good.”

he doesn’t even speak. something like a groan comes out of him and you nuzzle against his cheek, still smiling.

“i love you,” he whispers, looking down at your chest, eyes dragging over the shiny, slick skin of your breasts. “you’re still leaking. fuck. mommy, you look edible.”

edible isn’t a word you’d use to describe yourself, but whatever floats his boat. you roll your eyes at him, but your thighs clench.

“wanna suck it again,” he mutters, dragging his thumb across the side of your breast. “lick it up and swallow every drop. god, you taste so good—so warm—”

you press your hand flat against his stomach. “you’re literally trembling.”

“i know.” he laughs breathlessly. “my legs don’t work. my balls are empty. my brain is gone. i’m just a mouth now. just a mouth and a cock actually.”

you snort into his skin.

“god, you’re disgusting,” you whisper, but there’s no heat to it, you punctuate the sentence by placing wet kisses to his collarbone.

he turns his face toward you, brushing his nose against your temple. “i mean it. the second you said i could have a taste—fuck, something in me just broke.”

you could feel his cock slightly harden in you by the second, and he looks at you like he’s just realised that too. but he also knows you don’t have enough in your body to give him another orgasm.

you try to nuzzle close to him, try to grind down on him despite being wrung out, but he gently lifts you off him and you both silently hiss.

"can we just lie down?" to which you reply with a kiss to his lips. he takes that answer eagerly and curls into your side.

he's half on top of you now, one arm slung across your waist like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go. his face is pressed against your chest, lips brushing the swell of your breast.

the stillness doesn't last longer as he twitches every now and then, little aftershocks still rippling through him.

you think he’s drifting. until he shifts slightly and murmurs, voice barely above a whisper, “can i…?”

you glance down. he’s looking at you with that dazed expression again. completely blissed out and somehow still wanting. he nuzzles your breast, dragging his mouth lazily over your skin, and repeats it, "mommy… can i just… can i nurse again?”

you smile and kiss the top of his head. “of course, baby.”

shifting slightly, you guide him to the soft weight of your breast, your nipple already stiffening at the feel of his breath. he’s gentle, so damn gentle it almost breaks something in you.

he opens his mouth slowly, presses his lips to you, and latches without a word.

you realise there's no hunger or desperation this time, like earlier when he was moaning and grinding and trying not to come.

this is something else. this is soft. and soothing. and soft.

his tongue drags lazy circles around your nipple. he sucks lightly, rhythmically and his cheek is pressed to the curve of your breast like it’s the only place he ever wants to live.

you wrap your arm around his head, fingers sinking into his hair, just to hold him closer.

you feel the letdown and the warm ache. the subtle sting that comes just before the release.

but you just watch him without a word.

he moans softly, the sound vibrating against your chest.

“tastes so good,” he murmurs, voice muffled. “so fucking warm. feels like you’re feeding me straight from your heart.”

quiet laughter ripples through you. “i might be.”

he sucks again, deeper now, lips sealed around your nipple, his tongue moving with slow precision like he never wants to stop. your other hand finds the back of his neck, rubbing gentle circles there, keeping him grounded. keeping him yours.

“i love this. i’d live here if you let me.”

you smile and tilt your head to kiss his forehead. “you already do.”

his hand slides over your belly, stroking the soft skin, fingers tracing the stretch of you, the weight you still carry.

“i love this body,” he whispers. “you made me everything in it. you feed me from it. you fucking break me with it.”

a slow exhale leaves you, and he just keeps nursing.

you can feel his cock— not hard, but not soft either —resting against your thigh. it twitches every now and then like it’s remembering earlier. like it’s responding just to the taste of you in his mouth.

he shifts a little, pulling your breast deeper into his mouth, moaning as he suckles like he’s trying to coax every last drop from you.

his tongue flicks gently, then presses firm. you can feel the tug low in your belly. your nipple aches, your core pulses, but you stay still and let him take what he wants.

let him keep drinking.

“am i gonna get addicted to this?” he mumbles around your skin.

“you already are, baby.”

“i don’t wanna stop.”

“you don’t have to.”

you look down again. he looks so peaceful. so full of want and contentment at the same time. he shifts his legs a little, then presses closer, curling into you like he’s trying to melt into your skin.

you whisper into his hair, “you want to switch sides, baby?”

he hums. “mmhm.”

you gently ease him off your breast. his lips make a soft, wet pop as he pulls away, and he actually whines. his tongue darts out to lick the corner of his mouth, already chasing the taste again.

you guide his head to the other side, lift your arm so he can tuck beneath it, and he latches just as eagerly as the first time. maybe even more.

this nipple’s still wet from earlier, still sensitive, and the moment his tongue touches it, you shiver.

he groans.

“god, mommy,” he mumbles. “still leaking.”

you run your fingers through his hair, stroke the curve of his jaw.

he keeps sucking. messy now. even drooling a little. he's moaning like it gets better the longer he stays latched. and it might.

you’re not sure where the pleasure ends and the intimacy begins anymore. it’s all blended together—this soft, sticky need that just keeps pulsing between you.

your thighs are slick again. you don't have to voice it out for him to know that.

he pulls off suddenly, just for a second, eyes dazed as he looks up at you. his lips are swollen, and you feel him shaking.

"i love you so much," it's a statement, that holds more love than it could ever express.

"i love you too, baby," you caress his hair and pull him closer to you.

a smile spreads on his lips and he kisses the side of your breast. then latches again, eyes fluttering shut. and drinks.

my masterlist .ᐟ

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[truegenius]

parallels that make me insane (1/?)

[niknak79]

[odysseusyes]

even with those four numbers there are countless possible combinations good luck with figuring out which one is the right one you punk

[eatsleepcrap]

*straightens calculator*

It’s pretty likely that it’s a four digit number, and as there are four digits chosen there, that means that there cannot be any repetition. This mean that there are:

n!/(n-4)! possible orders. As ‘n’ is 4 (number of digits available). 4!/0! which becomes 4x3x2x1/1 which simplifies to 24. That means that there are 24 possible combinations of codes. This would take you about two or three minutes to input all possible codes.

[crashingsunlight]

Unless an alarm goes off if you don’t get it right in 3 tries

[eatsleepcrap]

*straightens calculator again*

Kick the fucking door in

[the-brave-little-blogger]

well ‘technically’ the code is most likley 1970. statistically, a majority of people, when told to choose a 4 digit code will choose their birth year. and this key pad is obviously a few years old to put it nicely, thats most likley it. 

[everyonesfavoriteging-blog]

some sherlock holmes shit just went down over here

[the-neon-pineapple]

No, no, no. Don’t base your deductions of psychology. Let’s talk chemistry. When you first press a button, there’s more of the natural oils on your skin, and therefore it wears down the numbers on the keys faster. Obviously 0 is the first one, then. Try 0791 first.

Sherlock out.

[perks-of-being-chinese]

woah.

[panicrobot]

it got better

[twistedthicket1-deactivated2022]

and this is why the sherlock fandom could either rule the world or end it….

[ofthefantastic]

Close, but not quite, I think. People will almost always choose a number they can remember. What’s memorable about 0791? Try 0719 - a birthday, 19th of July. That is more likely.

[venatrix26]

Those deductions are great and all, but unnecessary.

The light is green.

The door is already open.

[party-gilmore]

And that’s why we have a John Watson.

[lotrlocked]

This is “top 10 favorite posts” level.

[moriartyfortheevening]

Omg, it’s actually on my dash! This post is like a fossil!

[oriocookie]

@hellsite-hall-of-fame

[drawballa]

📞😴

[reheatedrivalri]

[hollanovarchive]

Hi, I’m looking for a fic that I was reading this morning and now can’t find anywhere.

It starts with the CCM hook up scene but Ilya comes back to Shane’s room after he leaves because he thinks he’s forgotten his hotel key in Shane’s room.

Yuna then knocks on the door and when Shane doesn’t answer sends him a text about waiting for him until 10:30 in the lounge at the end of his floor. Shane freaks out and tells Ilya he can’t leave his room now because Yuna will see. They watch animal planet on tv together and Ilya drinks vodka from the mini bar and makes Shane drink a ginger ale even though Shane is worried about drinking things from the mini bar. Shane tries so hard not to hook up with Ilya again that Ilya makes a bet that he won’t touch him but if Shane gets hard he’ll suck his dick and put a finger in his ass until he comes.

Shane loses the bet and Ilya even leaves to go back to his room to grab lube. Once they are done they eat trail mix and Shane wants Ilya to stay so he starts talking to him about Russia, Ilya starts to shut down so Shane straddles him and they end up having sex.

I was only like halfway through the fic but I can’t find it anywhere. Please help!

Wow this is so much detail and I really appreciate it. I hope I am able to find the fic or one of my followers comes through.

Fourteen ten 

In which Ilya comes back to room fourteen ten.

This Wasn't the Beginning I Pictured (but I think it's working for me)

What if Ilya had stayed for round two the night of their first hook up, only to fall asleep there and be discovered by Yuna Hollander the next morning?

Does this fic sound familiar to anyone else? Please let me know x

[capricornluna-deactivated201810]

this blog hates donald trump

[pearlmarley]

Look how many people hate him. I’m pretty damn happy about that 😁😁😁😁😁😁

[aggressivetapdancing]

I’ve never reblogged something so fast

[asynca]

Write that one-shot. Those 3 chapters will be the best 10 chapters you ever wrote