#buckyhill

[theemfingmenace]

Maria: We need to distract them

Natasha: Leave it to me

Natasha: Centaurs have six limbs and are, therefore, insects. Discuss

Steve & Bucky: *immediately start arguing*

[kimhvuna]

i think im at that point now where i might have to start filling up buckyhill tag even tho im probably the only person on this ship but whatever in my head they are pERFECT

[chalantness]

Wowzas im shy. But could I have Buckyhill #1,39,40,95?

1. Naughty girls are always worth it. + 39. Fuck me like you mean it. + 40. Pressed hard up against the wall. + 95. Don’t waste it. Come inside me.

also inspired by this photo (nsfw)

1.8k follower celebration!

“You know, darling,” he says, his voice low and just a little bit gravelly in the small, dark space of her room, and she spins around on her heels as he flicks on the bedside lamp. “You sure know how to keep a guy waiting.”

Her lips twitch, threatening to curve into a smile. “I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not.”

He chuckles as he eases himself off of her bed, and she lets her gaze trace down his bared chest, lingering at where his sweats are hanging low on his hips as he walks over to her. He reaches for her with his metal hand, gently grasps her chin in his fingers and tips her head back to meet his gaze. His lips curve at the corners in a small smirk, and he leans in, brushes his mouth over hers in a gentle, barely there kiss, the way he does every time she comes home. He’s only started spending nights at her apartment within the last three months, but it’s easy for her to forget what it was like before he’d become such an apparent presence in her home, in her life.

She eases her lips off of his, kisses the corner of his mouth before drawing away. “You didn’t have to stay up for me, sergeant,” she says, her voice softer as she leans into him a little more. She’s exhausted, but she can already feel it ebbing as he wraps his arms around her, draws her flushed to his chest.

“It’s alright.” He gives her that dimpled, boyish smile of his that almost always makes her swoon, just a little bit. “Naughty girls are always worth it.”

“Naughty?” she repeats with a raise of her eyebrows.

“You’ve let me bend you over the conference table and take you from behind,” he tells her, his voice smooth and deep and almost dangerous as he leans in and nips at her jaw. “You come to work without underwear because you know I’ll drag you into your office as soon as I find out.” He presses his face into her neck, exhaling a sharp, hot breath, and her eyelashes flutter at the tease of his lips against her throat. “You threw me onto the mats and rode me in the middle of the gym because you were so damn pissed that pinned you.” He sinks his teeth into her pulse, and she bites down on her lower lip to stifle a moan. “You are incredibly naughty, Director Hill.”

She breathes out a laugh. “I think that’s because you’re a bad influence.”

He draws away, his eyes twinkling in amusement. “You’re too damn stubborn to be influenced.” He tugs at the zipper of her dress, dragging it down her back, and she feels it starting to fall away from her shoulders as she holds his gaze. “Though maybe you can be persuaded to let me join you in the shower?”

She hums as she steps back, letting her dress fall to the floor, and a smirk tugs at her lips as his lips part ever so slightly, taking in the fact that she hadn’t been wearing anything underneath. “Is that a question or a command, Barnes?”

A low, rumbling groan rips from his throat, sounding very close to a growl as his lips are on hers again, harder and deeper and dirtier. He wraps his metal arm around her, all but dragging her forward and into the bathroom, and she sucks in a gasp as she feels herself being pressed hard up against the wall. He snaps at the clasp of her bra, pushing it off, and then he yanks her panties down with a harsh tug, biting down on her lower lip.

She presses her hands against his chest, drags her nails down the dips of his muscles and then slips past the waistband of his sweats. He groans as her fingers wrap around him, finding the wetness of his tip and spreading it over her palm before stroking down his length. “Sergeant,” she says, and his eyes blink open, his gaze a little hazed over as he meets her stare. She squeezes gently and his jaw ticks in his effort not to groan. “Turn on the water.”

“Fucking bossy,” he breathes out with a grin, stumbling a little as he steps backward. She keeps the strokes of her hands tight and teasing as he fumbles for the handle on the wall, very nearly tearing it off as he twists the water on.

“You love it when I’m bossy,” she retorts, using her free hand to push his sweats down his hips, and then he’s laughing as he slants his mouth over hers and bats her hand away, tugging her with him under the spray of the shower.

“Oh, darling,” he says against her lips, “it’s definitely the other way around.”

She leans away, arching an eyebrow as his metal hand slides over the curve of her ass, giving it a squeeze and very nearly making her jump.

“Turn around and put your hands on the wall,” he commands, and her heart stutters in her chest, a warmth unfurling in her stomach at his tone. There’s a bit of a smirk on his lips as he raises his eyebrows, almost as if daring her to challenge him, though he knows she won’t. Because she does love it. She loves it when he’s demanding, loves it when he’s rough, and there’s no one that can quiet her thoughts quite like him. His hand squeezes her ass again, just a little bit harder, and her lips part in a soft, strangled sort of moan as he repeats: “Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”

She narrows her eyes ever so slightly, just because she feels like being stubborn, and he chuckles as she finally complies. She bends at her hips when she’s facing away from him, leaning over to press her palms flat against the tile. The spray from the water slides down her back, drips down her shoulders and over her breasts, making her arch her spine in an urge to shiver.

Then his hands slide over her hips, squeezing gently as the hard length of him presses between her legs.

“Remember the last time I had you like this?” he asks, leaning over her to kiss the top of her spine, then skimming his lips down the curve of her shoulder to bite into her skin. She draws a breath to tell him that she does; she remembers him pushing her up against the wall of showers in the locker room of the Facility, remembers the way her heart had nearly stopped when she heard Sam and Steve’s voices filtering in from the lockers. She remembers how it was the first time she and Bucky had ever gone without a condom, remembers how she felt so entirely overwhelmed by the bare stretch of him against her folds that she fucking begged for him not to pull out. (“Don’t waste it,” she’d demanded when she felt his hips jerking, his muscles tightening as his orgasm neared. “Come inside me.”)

But before she can even get a word out, he’s sinking into her from behind slowly - so fucking slowly - and her moan echoes off of the walls. He always feels so much deeper like this, making her knees quiver, making her walls flutter. She mewls as he pulls out, then scratches her nails against the tile as he snaps his hips, sinking back in. He does this once, twice, three times, his lips brushing against the curve of her throat as he finds a slow, teasing rhythm.

It’s somehow too much and not enough, and she groans in frustration, trying to roll her hips against the firm grip of his hands.

“Barnes,” she breathes, his name almost a curse, or maybe even a plea.

But he ignores her, keeping the deep, torturous pace of his thrusts as he continues with, “Every time I take a shower at the Facility, all I can picture is you pressed between me and the wall, biting down on my hand to keep from making a sound.” He bites down on her shoulder again, then soothes the indent of his teeth with a soft lick, smirking into her skin. “Sam and Steve almost walked in on us.” He snaps his hips, making her gasp with the sudden, sharp thrust, and a shiver rolls down her spine. “I think you’d like that.”

She mutters a curse, feeling the pressure tighten at the base of her spine, her heart stuttering in her chest.

“I think that’s why you like fucking at the Facility so much.” His hand slips between her legs, his fingers gliding over her slick folds to find her little bundle of nerves as his thrusts quicken. “I think you want someone to see us. To see you getting lost in your pleasure, forgetting to give a damn about what needs to be done.” His thumb moves over her clit in quick, tight circles, his other hand digging into her hip as he angles himself and thrusts in even deeper.

“Fuck me harder, sergeant.” She licks her lips, her breaths coming out quicker and shallower, her lungs burning. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

He groans, curves his body over hers as he draws his hand up from between her legs, pressing his fingers at her lips. She darts her tongue out, licking her wetness off of him, and then he grunts out a, “fuck,” as she wraps her lips around his thumb and sucks.

Her knees quiver, his thumb pressing harder into her mouth as the hand at her hip grips her so tightly that it almost hurts. She’s close, she’s so close–

Then, with a soft, feather-light kiss to her ear, he stills his hips, halting her right on that dizzying edge, and she whimpers. He slips his thumb out from between her lips, grasps her chin and tilts her head back to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark and stormy as he licks his lips, and she feels her stomach flutter at that dangerous twinkle in his gaze.

“You made me wait, darling, so now it’s your turn,” he tells her, his lips twitching in a smirk as he brushes her hair from her face. “I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not.”

She breathes out a laugh, which dissolves into a moan as he starts to pull back out again, sending another ripple down her spine.

She fucking loves being home.

[sassaspazz]

Buckyhill + 7, or 16, or 21, or even 50 tbh. Which ever one you feel comfy with Ik you don’t really write for those two often but much love anyways.

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

7.To shut them up

Hill rolled her eyes as she ignored the gossip around her. The moment she became the new director of SHIELD, people began to assume that she was truly a cold hearted bitch. Some said that no man would dare ask her out in fear of being expelled. Others said that she had no heart because she never dated. Of course they never truly knew her outside of SHIELD. The Avengers saw her as an ally and family.

“I heard that one time, a guy tried to ask her out and she immediately fired him.”

“No way,” another agent spoke, “I heard that she breaks the necks of men if they dare look at her direction.”

“Really boys,” Hill looked up from the table she was eating. “Because I heard that Director Hill is actually fun.”

“S-sergeant Barnes,” the first agent stuttered, “it’s an honor to meet you.”

“Aw shucks, anyways you boys know where I can find director Hill?”

The second agent pointed to where she was sitting. Bucky patted their backs and happily strolled to her table. He took a seat next to her and placed his chin on his hand.

“You need something Barnes,” Hill resumed to eating her meal.

“Why don’t you ever do anything to stop these ridiculous rumors?”

The woman just rolled her eyes. “I let the assume things because it’s too much of a hassle to set them straight.”

“I think you’re just lazy.”

“Is that sergeant Barnes,” a female agent whispered.

“Wow, he’s just as good looking as Captain Rogers,” another one whispered.

“I wonder if he’s dating anyone?”

“You think he’s dating director Hill?” The first female agent shook her head. “There’s no way, he’s too good for her.”

Bucky smirked inwardly as Hill’s eye twitched. He nearly stumbled as she pulled him for a deep kiss which he happily responded. Everyone around them gasped in surprise. Once Hill pulled back she smirked at her boyfriend. She straightened his leather jacket and got up.

“Dinner tonight at 7pm, pick me up?”

Bucky grinned, “You got it doll.” His grin widened as she swayed her hips as she left the cafeteria.

No one dared uttered another word about director Hill.

16.Lazily

“You should really put effort into your kisses,” Hill hummed as Bucky’s lips brushed against her own.

“Yeah but I’m lazy,” he grinned and continued to place lazy kisses over her body.

Her body shuddered at the soft touches. He made his way back to her lips. His own never going far from hers. Hill didn’t mind his lazy kisses as long as he held her.

21.On a place of insecurity

Bucky jerked up as he woke up from a nightmare. It’s been 2 months since he regained control of his mind and 2 months since he joined the Avengers. Looking down he watched as Hill slept soundly and sighed. Quietly, he grabbed a pair of sweats and headed to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He sat down and groaned into his hands as the nightmares plagued his mind.

He hadn’t forgiven himself about nearly killing Hill when a HYDRA scientist managed to hit him with a drug that made him follow orders. He could remember clearly what happened a week ago. How her fingers tried to pry his metal arm off of her neck, the pain in her voice as she tried to bring him back. It wasn’t until Steve’s shield knocked him unconscious and they managed to get the drug out of his system. Bucky didn’t know why Hill still insisted on sleeping with him after what happened.

“Hey,” looking up he saw his girlfriend leaning against the refrigerator. “You okay?”

“No,” Bucky grumbled, “you should know why.”

“James,” she sighed, “it’s not your fault.”

I know it’s not, but I can’t help it.”

Hill knew how guilty Bucky was feeling. He would always asked if she needed anything and would get it for her. She sat on his lap and cupped his face.

“I love you, you know that?”

“I know, and I love you too.” He looked at the area where his flesh and metal arm connected. “But I nearly killed you.”

“It wasn’t you,” Hill stroked the scars around the joined area. Bucky stiffened as she kissed that same place. “It wasn’t your fault, so stop being all broody.”

Bucky couldn’t help but laugh. “If that’s what you want director.”

Hill just groaned and swatted his chest playfully.

50.Out of love

When it came to the mission, Hill never allowed her emotions get the best of her. Showing emotions was a sign a weakness for her. But seeing the injured and battered body of Bucky on the ground was too much for her. Steve moved to the side allowing her to kneel next to Bucky’s body.

“Come on Barnes don’t you dare die on me.” She could feel the tears forming in her eyes. “You promised me to take me to some stupid baseball game even though I hate baseball.” Hill choked back a sob. “Please Barnes, I need you.” Leaning down she kissed Bucky with all the pent up love she had for him.

“Am I in heaven, because I feel like the most beautiful angel just gave me a kiss.”

Hill pulled back and laughed as Bucky looked at her with a loving smile. “You jerk, you gave me quite a scare.”

“Sorry doll, won’t happen again.”

[theemfingmenace]

Maria: What happened?! Bucky: Do you want the long version or the short version? Maria: .....short?? Bucky: Shit's fucked. Maria: Okay, long. Bucky: Shit's very fucked.

[theemfingmenace]

Maria: When I get murdered, can you make sure I become an unsolved case? Bucky: wHat? Maria: I want to be on Buzzfeed Unsolved. Bucky: Can we go back to the part when you said "when I get murdered"?

[theemfingmenace]

Bucky, throwing his head into Maria's lap: Tell me I'm pretty! Maria, lovingly stroking his hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.

[theemfingmenace]

Maria, holding an antique bottle: Is this whiskey or perfume? Bucky: *grabs and chugs the entire bottle* Bucky: Bucky: It's perfume.