Description: When you can’t seem to fall asleep, Bucky doesn’t mind helping you out.
Word Count: 884
Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), Hint of roommates with benefits, smut, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, fluff, confessions of feelings
Author’s note: Friendly reminder that I’m not really a writer, I’m just trying something out of my comfort zone so there may be grammar mistakes. I hope you enjoy!
Flipping over one last time, you stare into the darkness of your bedroom. Another sleepless night. With a sigh, you get up out of bed wearing only a t-shirt you stole from your roommate, Bucky. Slowly, you make your way through your dark bedroom and across the hallway to the one thing that could solve your sleeping problem.
You quietly stand in his doorway. Before you can ask if he’s awake, Bucky is already reaching for his bedside lamp turning it on. In the dim lighting, you both make eye contact. “Get up here. Hop on sweetheart,” Bucky says motioning you towards him. He knows exactly what you need, this not being the first time you’ve made your way to his room in the middle of the night.
As you reach his side of the bed, you climb on top of him straddling his torso. Before you can fully settle down, he grabs you by the waist and lifts you up with ease placing your bare cunt on his face. “You taste so good, baby,” he groans as he begins to swipe his tongue across your slit sending a shiver down your spine.
You reach down tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling his face closer to your wet pussy. His hands reach up under your- his- shirt to squeeze your breasts as his tongue begins to pick up the pace, increasing your pleasure.
“Oh fuck,” your head tilts back with a moan as he continues to taste you. You feel one of his hands pull away from your breast sliding it down your body to the top of your thigh, but it doesn’t stop there. It isn’t until you feel his fingers rubbing your clit, that you snap your head forward, your eyes finding Bucky’s. You feel your orgasm approaching.
“Bucky don’t stop. Make me come, please,” you beg as Bucky obliges your request. The closer your orgasm approaches, the harder you find it to resist grinding your pussy against his mouth.
As your orgasm tears through your body, your eyes remain locked on each other as Bucky continues to lick your pussy intensifying your orgasm.
When you finally come down from your high, you gather enough strength to get off of him and lay down beside him under the sheets. He turns so you are now face to face. He smiles sweetly at you. You let out a content sigh and return the smile.
You reach out a hand to grab the back of his neck and pull him in for a soft kiss. As you kiss his hand finds his erection, guiding it towards your aching pussy, only now realizing he was fully naked under the blankets. Your hips thrust toward him, allowing him to slip into your pussy easily.
His hips meet yours with soft and gentle thrusts. Between breathless moans and kisses, you both quickly reach your peaks. “Can I?” Bucky asks you. You nod, “Yes, come in me Buck. I want it, I want you.” You didn’t mean to let that last part slip, but Bucky had been feeling like much more to you than just a roommate you occasionally sleep with. “Shit,” he whispers as he fills you up with his cum and kisses you. You take everything he gives you with a gasp giving him the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth giving you a passionate kiss. You kiss him back with just as much passion.
Once you pull apart, Bucky rests his forehead against yours staring into your eyes. He moves to take his cock out of your pussy, but you shake your head, stopping his movements. “Stay in me,” you plead. “Don’t worry, baby. I will,” he reassures you as he slightly pulls out of you to turn to the side to shut off the light.
When he turns back toward you, he re-situates himself inside you, giving you one last kiss to your lips as you pull your bodies closer together. Bucky kisses your forehead, “Go to sleep, sweetheart. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
“Are you sure Buck?” you ask him nervously knowing it was an important conversation you had to have. “Yeah, I promise it’ll be fine, just go to sleep. Goodnight sweetheart,” he says with soft finality.
“Okay, goodnight Bucky. I love you,” you sleepily murmur into his chest.
“I lo-,” he cuts himself off as sleep finds you first realizing what you just said. Bucky smiles softly at your sleeping form like the lovesick fool he is, replaying your words in his head.
I want you. I love you.
He can’t believe you feel the same way. He’s practically been in love with you since you first moved in a year ago. And when you asked him for something, who was he to deny you? He’d give you just about anything you’d ask for. Recently, he found himself wanting to confess his feelings to you, but he didn’t know how or when to bring it up. He got lucky (in more ways than one) that you spilled your feelings first.
He hopes that by the end of tomorrow that you will no longer be his roommate and be something so much more special. Sighing with relief and contentment, Bucky snuggles into you some more, excited for that talk tomorrow.
Description: Thanks to Natasha and Steve’s plan to set you up with Bucky, your days are no longer lonely. This includes your birthday.
Word Count: 1,385
Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), fluff, love confessions, soft and sweet smut, Bucky (he’s hot and should always come with a warning label)
Author’s note: It’s my birthday! This is just self-indulgent and if I could make it happen, my true birthday wish with this version of Bucky at least. See any mistakes? No you don’t. If anyone wants a fic about how they met, let me know [I had that fic planned (and others) for October, but lost motivation to write anything.]
You had been dating Bucky for a little over a month now. The two of you had been inseparable from the moment you met. Your relationship was everything and more. He was the perfect gentleman, always caring and attentive. He was perfect, or as close to it as someone could be.
Feeling the bed shift, your eyes flutter open to see Bucky carefully trying to get out of bed. You grab at him before he can move anymore, forcing him to stay next to you. He turns to face you soft smile reaching his lips, “Good morning sweetheart. Happy birthday. Go back to sleep, I’ll be back in a little bit.”
You wrap your arms around him and he follows suit doing the same. “No,” you mumble sleepily into his chest, “five more minutes.” “Okay. Anything you want, it’s your day,” he kisses your forehead. “Good,” you smile. After a few minutes, sleep finds you again, giving Bucky the perfect opportunity to slip away and start on his first surprise for you.
The smell and the soft music playing from the kitchen wake you up for the second time this morning. You get out of Bucky’s bed, quietly making your way to his kitchen to catch him in the middle of flipping pancakes in nothing more than an apron and his boxers. God, he’s hot. He hasn’t noticed you now sitting at the kitchen island directly behind him.
You smile as he moves to plate the food he made. He turns with two plates in his hands, one for you and one for him. He gasps as he realizes you’re there with him. “What are you doing out of bed?” He asks. You shrug, “It smelled good and I heard the music. Naturally, I wanted to see what was going on.”
“Okay, guess we’ll eat here and not in bed,” he says as he places a plate in front of you. Looking down at the plate, you notice your pancakes are heart-shaped, albeit a little wonky.
“Bucky! These are so cute and I bet they taste just as good,” you tell him as you take a bite. “Yeah, these are great. Thank you for breakfast,” He sits beside you after taking his apron off. You both eat breakfast while chatting about everything and nothing.
With the way he smiles and looks at you, you know he’s something special. “Will you dance with me?” You ask him. He doesn’t need asking twice, he grabs your hand, leading you to center of the kitchen. There, your right hand holds his metal one, while your left hand is on his right bicep. Your head rests against his chest. His right hand finds you’re waist and after a few minutes swaying to the music, his hand travels lower to your ass.
You pull back gasping in mock horror looking up at him, “Mr. Barnes, you’re scandalizing me.”
He chuckles, “Sorry, sorry. It’s not my fault the birthday girl is such a babe.” Ever the flatterer, you give him a shy smile and a quick kiss.
After breakfast, he sent you back to bed to relax some more while he got started on feeding his horses, goats, and chickens. Honestly, you wanted nothing more than to spend more time with him. Dressed in biker shorts and one of Bucky’s t-shirts, you put on a pair of rubber boots, to meet him outside.
As soon as you make it outside, you see Alpine, Bucky’s cute little white cat, chasing your big dog around making you laugh. Bucky must have let them out earlier.
Bucky had already fed the horses and chickens by the time you finished getting ready. You find him in the goat pen. He’s in his own world, happy as can be. Leaning against the fence, you admire him and his love for his animals.
“Ow!” Bucky yells as one of the young goats continuously rams into his leg. “Hey kid! Stop that!” He admonishes the goat. The goat bleats at Bucky and hits him again. Bucky bleats back having a mini argument with the goat. You laugh at his antics and before you can think of what you’re saying, it slips out, “I love you!”
Your eyes widen and you freeze. Shit. You can’t believe you said that, it’s way too early to admit. He’s going to think I”m absolutely crazy. You look away as you feel hot tears of embarrassment start to fill your eyes.
“Hey,” he catches your attention causing you to look at him again. With biggest smile you’ve ever seen on his face, he makes his way out of the goat pen. “Thank goodness, because baby, I love you too. I’ve been wanting to say it, but worried it was too early to say so.” You let out a breath in relief that he feels the same and isn’t freaked out.
He reaches you giving you a passionate kiss before playfully tossing you over his shoulder. You yelp as he carries you back into his house placing you down on the couch.
“I’ll be right back, sweetheart.”
You nod.
While you wait for him to come back, you decide to turn on the tv and put on your favorite show. He comes back with a couple of gift bags for you. “Bucky, you didn’t have to get me anything.” “I know you said that, but I wanted to.”
After opening the gifts, your cuddled on Bucky’s couch watching your favorite show. Bucky’s flesh hand makes it way under your shirt resting over your stomach. The warmth of his hand makes your skin feel hot and leaves you wanting more. You take his hand and guide it lower into the waistband of your shorts. “Please Bucky,” you plead.
He kisses your neck, slipping his hand into your panties feeling your wet folds. “Just focus on your show and I’ll focus on your pleasure,” he says giving you a challenge.
You immediately fail. Try as you might, you can’t focus on anything other than his fingers working their way to bringing you pleasure. You moan turning your head to look at him. His fingers keep working you and before you know it, you’re reaching your climax. Catching your breath, you roll onto your back as he shifts to lay over you kissing you sweetly.
Reaching down, you tug his shirt off exposing his toned body. He follows suit, pulling your shorts and panties down your legs, throwing them on the floor. Next are his pants. Bucky takes his hard cock in his hand pumping it a few times before he rubs it against your pussy causing you both to moan. He slips his cock into you, “You feel so good.”
His hands grab either side of your face, kissing you passionately as he keeps his thrusts slow and deep. Your right hand reaches up to his head, fingers threading into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. Your left hand makes its way to his ass, giving it a squeeze. He laughs into your kiss, his metal hand reaching into your shirt to fondle your boobs.
With gasps and moans, you both find yourselves climaxing together. “Buck, I think you might be the best birthday present I’ve ever had,” you admit.
“I’m so grateful for Steve and Nat’s scheme to get us together. Happy birthday, baby,” he says as he places gentle kisses all over your face before kissing your lips.
You don’t know how long you spend kissing Bucky before he says, “As much as I’d love to continue spending time on the couch with you, I have one more surprise. And before you say anything, it isn’t anything crazy.” The both of you get up to shower and get ready for whatever it is he has planned.
‘It isn’t anything crazy’ he said. Little did you know, the next surprise Bucky had for you was the small birthday party he had planned for you in the event barn, filled with your friends and family. He knew just how to make you feel special. You look over at him, mouthing a thank you and I love you to him. He shoots you a panty-melting smile and wink.
You’re screwed. No man will ever be better than James Buchanan Barnes and that’s just fine with you.
Warnings: None. It’s just a silly little fluffy piece.
Author’s note: Had this planned for Valentine’s Day... I got super unmotivated and felt like I hit a wall when it came to writing. So I finished it now. As always, if there are any mistakes, you didn't see them! I hope you enjoy it!
It’s nearly midday when Bucky groggily comes out of your shared bedroom. On his way to the kitchen, he notices you on the living room couch reading. He admires you for a moment before a small glint coming from your left ring finger catches his eye.
All grogginess leaves his body as he suddenly becomes aware of what this could mean. A slight panic sets in.
Looking up from your book, you notice him. You give him a warm smile, one full of love.
“Good morning Sleeping Beauty! I thought you’d never wake up,” you playful tease him. You very well knew this was going to happen with how much Asgardian mead he drank last night.
He was pretty out of it.
Bucky ignores your greeting. He needs to know how and where you found the ring.
He makes his way in front of you quickly asking, “Where’d you get that?” He points at the ring on your finger.
You look at the ring smiling as you remember what happened last night.
“Baby, pleeeeease,” he begs.
“No Buck.” He’s been trying to ask you something. You know exactly what it is he wants to ask. He always does this when he’s drunk. It’s honestly very sweet.
“Buck maybe you should wait for tomorrow, you know? When you’re sober and know what you’re doing and saying…” You say trying to curb his actions.
“Baby come on!” he pleads. “I know exactly what I’m doing,” his words slurring together a little. He gets down on one knee, his hands holding your hips. He looks up at your eyes, desperately begging, “Please let me do this.”
You’re a sucker where Bucky Barnes is concerned. You can never say no to him. “Fine,” you resign with a sigh. You know just how dramatic he can be when he doesn’t get his way.
He laughs triumphantly with an enthusiastic, “Yes!”
“Sweetheart,” he clears his throat becoming a little more serious, “I love you with everything that I am. You are my favorite person. It would make me the happiest man on Earth- no! The happiest man in all the universe if you would do me the honor in becoming my wife. Will you marry me?”
He takes a quick moment to pause. You can tell he wants to say something else so you don’t answer just yet. “Pleeease.” He smiles widely at you while flashing you his very charmingly-drunk version of puppy dog eyes.
You smile giggling at him. Even drunk, he knows what he wants. How are you supposed to say no? You never do. “Of course I’ll marry you Buck.”
In a flash, he’s on his feet picking you up off yours. He twirls you slightly, a little off balance. He kisses you sweetly.
He pulls back realizing he’s forgetting a very important part when it comes to proposing.
“Oh wait! I’m supposed to give you this.” He says digging into his pocket. He gets down on one knee again.
Your eyes widen as you realize he actually meant this proposal. It’s real. He has a ring, the ring. And it’s on him. Tears well up in your eyes.
He clumsily takes the ring out of the box and reaches for your left hand. You’re speechless, tears slipping out of your eyes. He places the ring onto your finger making it real. It’s perfect.
He gently kisses the back of your hand before looking up at you with the brightest smile you’ve ever seen grace his face.
You take his face in your hands, “Bucky, you silly handsome man, I love you so much!” You bend down to kiss his stupidly happy face.
“You know he’s going to be mad at you tomorrow right?”
“Screw him!”
“Oh, I will.” You say suggestively moving your eyebrows up and down.
“I can’t believe he asked before I did! That little weasel!” Bucky says referring to ‘Drunk Bucky.’ ‘Drunk Bucky’ and ‘Sober Bucky’ are separate people as far as he’s concerned.
He’s pacing, arms flailing about wildly. You smile lovingly at his antics.
He stops suddenly turning to you again, “And you said yes?!”
“I always say yes, Buck. You know that,” you remind him gently.
“But I had this whole thing planned.” he whines, “I can’t believe you said yes! And to him!” Always so dramatic, you chuckle to yourself.
“Yeah well, he beat you to it,” you smirk shrugging at him. To put him out of his misery, you get up to place a soft kiss on his jaw. “Besides, you can ask again right now, if you want. We both know what I’ll say, but at least it’ll be you this time.”
Author’s note: I saw post talking about irritating a man until he fucks you. I thought who better to rage bait than John Walker? (If you see any mistakes, no you didn’t)
In the time you had known John, you knew how easy it was to rile him up. Now that the two of you were dating, pushing his buttons became a game to you. It was all in good fun and never that serious, usually it resulted in him having his way with you. He knew what your motive was and secretly loved the way you’d try to annoy him. He liked you mouthy.
To put it simply, you were bored. You decide John hasn’t paid nearly enough attention to you today and set out to search for him. You find John in the gym alone. Perfect.
“Hey, John,” you greet him cheerfully knowing full well you were about to ruin his workout. John turns to you as he finishes putting the plates on the barbell, prepping for his workout. “Hey baby,” he smiles at you and kisses you softly. God he looks good in his workout clothes you find yourself admiring him. He’s wearing a t-shirt tight enough to show off his muscular build and gray sweatpants that leave little to the imagination. What a slut.
“Can I ask you something?” You inquire. He looks at you seriously, “Yeah, anything. What is it?” He sits on the bench press concerned. He reaches his hands out to you, silently asking you to come closer. You follow his lead, standing in front him.
With all the seriousness you could muster, you start, “I was wondering, if you were athletic, what sport would you play?” He looks at you in confusion, “What?”
“If you were athletic, what sport would you play?” You repeat the question.
“What do you mean if i was athletic?” You can hear and see the slight irritation settling in. You try your best not to laugh at the absurdity of the question. You know full well he’s athletic and fit.
“I mean, if you were athletic what sport would you play?” You ask again with a little more conviction.
He lets go of you hands shaking his head like he can’t believe what you’re saying. He instead places his hands on you hips pulling you even closer. With you now standing between his legs, you put your hands on his shoulders. He looks up at you, “Sweetheart, I played football in high school and I’m a super soldier. What do you mean ‘if I was athletic’? I am. Just look at the weight on the barbell.” He gestures to it with agitation.
Quickly glancing at the weight on the barbell then back at him with a shrug you say, “Okay, but that was high school and I’m pretty sure Yelena can lift that too, big deal.”
John looks at you like you’ve lost your mind, “No she ca- You know what?” He shakes his head at you again, pulling you to straddle his lap. “I’ll show you athletic,” he grumbles in your ear almost as if it were a threat. A shiver passes through you. He roughly kisses you like he has something to prove.
With you settled on his lap and his large hands gripping your ass, he pushes you to grind against his growing cock. A small moan escapes your lips relishing in the way he was manhandling you, making you wet.
He pulls back from the kiss to smirk at you before diving back in to kiss down your neck. You keep the momentum of rubbing against him going as he softly bites your collar bone. John gives you a quick look and pulls your shirt off over your head. You gasp at the feeling of him kissing and sucking each of your breasts. His beard lightly scratching at your skin.
When he’s had his fill, he pulls off his own shirt, tossing it to the side. You grab at the waistband of his sweatpants desperate to feel more of him. He lifts his hips allowing you to pull them down just enough to free his already hard cock. You take him in your hand giving him a few strokes. He moans and you kiss him.
“Stand up,” he demands breaking the kiss, pushing you up off of him. Once your standing again, he pulls your shorts and underwear off your body, leaving you fully naked in the middle of the gym where anyone could walk in and see you. The thought makes you hotter. He notices and pulls you back on his lap, guiding the tip of his cock through your wet folds. He slowly pushing you down on his dick. You gasp as you feel him entering your wet cunt. Smacking your ass, he cockily mutters, “Baby, you want to see athletic? Just watch this.” You furrow your brows.
The top half of his body moves to duck under the barbell, laying to down into position for a workout. In confusion, you ask him what he’s doing. “I’m showing you just how strong I can be,” he replies as he grabs the barbell pushing it up off the rack. He then proceeds to pull it down towards his chest, beginning his workout reps.
He pauses noticing the lack of movement in your hips, “Move, baby. C’mon ride my dick.”
Breaking through your shock, his words have you moving your hips in slow circles before picking up the pace. Without even thinking, your hands find purchase on his perfectly sculpted abs. He groans and huffs loudly. You’re not sure if it was from your movements or his work out, maybe it was both. If it had been anyone else, this would have been a turn off, but with John, it was hot. It honestly impresses you that he can do both at once, but you won’t give him the satisfaction in telling him that.
Feeling your pussy clench around him, he knows you’re getting closer to your climax. He puts the barbell back on the rack. “You close baby?” He moves back under the bar, sitting up with you again. Nodding at him, John takes the moment to wrap an arm around you quickly flipping your position. You find yourself laying on the bench, finger nails digging into his shoulders, surely leaving their mark on his skin.
Pushing your sweat-slicked hair out of you face, John kisses you roughly, his thrusts growing harder and faster, “You feel so good.” It’s not long until you both moan reaching your peaks at the same time. You feel his cock twitching as he cums inside you. Mission accomplished.
Wrapped in each others arms, on the bench press, you both try to catch your breaths. He peppers soft kisses all over your face. You smile at him, kissing him slowly and passionately.
You feel him pull away, his cock slipping out of you. You get up off the bench to pick up your clothes as he pulls his sweatpants back up. Pulling your clothes back on, you can’t help yourself. You have to do it, even knowing it’ll start something. You smirk at him, “By the way, who do you think would win in a fight: you or Bucky? Because I think he’d kick your ass.”
“You little shit!” he exclaims chuckling and jumping up to chase you around the gym. You shriek in glee as you try to run away from him. “You’re so lucky I love you,” he says as he wraps his arms around you having caught you. Turning in his embrace to face him, you reach up to tenderly grab his face with both hands fingers rubbing against his beard, “I love you too.”
Bonus: A few days later, in your shared bedroom, he kisses you, pulling at your clothes ready for them to be off your body. Once he’s finished, he starts taking off his clothes. When he strips to his underwear, you compliment the way he looks in his panties. “In my pan-,” he looks at you incredulously. He can’t believe you keep catching him off guard with your absurd comments and questions, only this time he laughed, no irritation in sight. He softly jumps tackling you, causing you to land on the bed. On top of you, he places kisses all over your face, “You’re ridiculous.” A laugh bursts out of you as he playfully bites your neck.
Description: After finding comfort in John Walker, resulting in unexpected feelings towards him, you avoid him. That ends when he literally backs you into a corner. Now unexpected actions and words hang in the air between the both of you, changing everything.
Word Count: 1,294
Warnings: None. It’s just fluff.
Author’s note: I wasn’t originally planning on writing a part 2 to Unexpected Support, but people wanted it and who am I to deny? No but seriously thank you for wanting more, I hope you like it! (please like it lol, it’s a little scary knowing people actually want it vs. me just writing for me). Like always if you see any mistakes, no you didn’t.
After emotionally breaking down and finding unexpected support in John Walker, avoiding him had been surprisingly easy lately. Almost too easy. You’re still trying to come to terms with the feelings his comfort stirred in you. He had be uncharacteristically soft and patient, hanging on to you and every word you uttered.
Little did you know, John noticed how you avoided him and only him. Although your interactions with the other Thunderbolts members were still limited, his were nonexistent. He was scared to approach you, fearing that he would be the cause of you retreating further into your self-isolation if he pushed too hard. It was almost proven with how you avoided him now. What would happen if he confronted you?
He hated the distance. He missed your presence. He couldn’t take not seeing or talking to you at least once a day. That was about to change when he found you in the kitchen baking cupcakes for the weekly Thunderbolts' movie night. It was something everyone looked forward to.
Now was his chance. You weren’t about to stop your mission in the kitchen for anything including his interruption.
Suddenly, your peace and concentration is being disturbed by a voice,“There you are.” John walks through the kitchen doorway. He’s wearing a gray t-shirt and some jeans. Casual looks good on him. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever. You’re not avoiding me are you?”
You jump, caught off guard, turning to face him. You had no idea he was even in the tower today. “U-uh… no? I’ve just been busy.” A lie.
“Alright,” he says seemingly satisfied with your response. He makes his way closer to you to get a better look at what you’re doing, “Need any help?”
Feeling a little awkward in his presence you let out a quick panicked, “No!” He takes a slight step back in shocked by your response.
“Sorry!” You apologize not having meant to sound so harsh. “I mean I was just about to decorate the cupcakes, so if you wanted to help me… Or you could keep me company if you’d like,” you give him a soft smile.
John accepts your invitation with a gentle, almost shy, “I’d love to help you decorate the cupcakes.”
“Okay, come on then” you nod towards the cupcakes on the counter.
You both fall into a comfortable silence as you decorate the cupcakes together.
Shared laughs at John’s poor decorating skills occasionally break the silence. The laughter transforms into conversation about what each of you has been up to recently. Again, you find John surprising you. The brutish man that kicks and punches his way through life, being so careful with the cupcakes that you baked. Your heart flutters.
“John… What are those?” You giggle as you look at his mess of ‘decorated’ cupcakes. Icing completely uneven and messy. Not to mention his abysmal sprinkle to cupcake ratio, either there are too many or none at all.
“What? What’s wrong with them?” He asks earnestly.
“Nothing, unless you meant for them to look like they’ve been tossed around,” you tease.
“They do not,” he looks at his side of cupcakes again, then at yours, “Okay, you’re right. They’re horrible.”
“They’re not horrible. They’re perfect because you decorated them.” Your face grows hot as you realize what you just said. You just implied his cupcakes are perfect because in your eyes, he is.
“Perfect, huh?” He smirks, glancing at you. His shoulder nudges yours in jest. You nudge him back laughing shyly.
Your eyes catch his when you look up at him before they flick down to his lips. Those lips. The ones that you long to feel on yours. You shake the thoughts out of your head.
He mirrors you in the way his eyes meet yours before moving to your lips.
The playful moment you had just been sharing while icing the cupcakes is over as he fully turns to you. All joking gone from his demeanor, seriousness taking over. His eyes become intense. Intimate.
You stare into each others eyes for a moment. An invisible magnetic force pulls you close, leaning in, lips locking in a slow kiss. You melt into one another. Unbeknownst to each of you, your shared kiss is something you both have wanted since your talk.
When the kiss breaks, you quickly look away, distracting yourself with ‘finishing’ your final cupcake. It was already done. On the outside you play calm, cool, and collected. At least you try to. On the inside you’re slowly dying, trying to process that you now know what it’s like to be kissed by John Walker.
“I need to tell you something.” He breaks you out of your thoughts,
before he continues,
“I hope the conversation we had last time we spoke didn’t freak you out… Or this kiss,” his eyes widen a little in panic that he might have not only just crossed your boundaries, but completely bulldozed over them.” He continues, “I meant everything I said to you. Your presence means a lot to the team and everything to me. And frankly, I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while now,” Your heart rate kicks into overdrive as those words come out of John’s mouth.
I meant everything I said. I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while now. Your brain short circuits as it repeats his words. You barely notice John moving your positions. You now feel the counter against your backside. In front of you, John Walker cages you in with his arms. His hands on the counter either side of you.
He rests his forehead on yours, whispering, “I really like you. You make me feel normal and grounded. Maybe I’m being too forward when I say I’d like to be more than friends, but it’s the truth. I’d love to be a part of your support system, your safety. I know this is a lot to take in, but we can go at your pace. You set the rules, however fast or slow-”
You cut his rambling short, “John, I like you too.” You sigh in relief, your secret finally seeing the light of day.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you nod. He smiles, “Good.” His right hand comes up to caress the side of your face. He dips his head kissing you again.
Pulling apart, you notice a tiny smudge of frosting on his face between his mouth and cheek. You let out a small chuckle as you think about how he must have snuck a taste of the frosting when you weren’t looking.
You wipe his face with your thumb, ridding it of frosting. “Maybe tonights movie night could be our first date? See how that goes?” You offer him with a bright smile.
“First date is then,” He agrees smiling widely as he starts helping you clean up the kitchen.
“You guys are being weird,” Bucky points between you and John suspiciously. "You never sit next to each other during movie nights.”
“No, we’re not,” you say, as John lets out a “We’re being totally normal.” Making it anything but normal.
Yelena cuts in with a mischievous, “Oh please! They confessed their love for each other in the kitchen earlier. It was sweet, even if it was with Walker. But she seems happy so it’s okay, I guess.”
You’re weirdly appreciative of Yelena’s approval despite the little dig at John, but you expect nothing less from her. “This is their first date. Why they wanted us here too? I don’t know.” She adds with a shake of her head.
Neither of you could deny it, both feeling embarrassed that she was right. That and the fact that she saw what happened between you two in the kitchen.
Description: The last thing you expected was to be comforted by John Walker. Now it’s keeping you up at night.
Word Count: 902
Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), some angst (negative thoughts/insecurities), fluff/comfort, a mildly suggestive dream
Author’s note: Happy first fic of the new year! Honestly, I haven’t been feeling the best so this is inspired by a dream I had that pushed me over the edge causing me to like John Walker. He’s honestly become a comfort to me. (Please don’t judge me and if you see any mistakes, no you didn’t)
part 2
Blue. That’s exactly what you’ve been feeling. You’ve been feeling down about literally everything, over analyzing all your life’s choices. Any sort of self-confidence you had, is being eaten away by your insecurities. Breaking down felt like an option at any moment. Your own mind acting as your own personal hell. A prison.
Your were jobless, basically friendless, boyfriend-less, and hopeless. How did you end up here in this position? The younger version of you once had so much optimism and ambition. Where was she now?
Even after the Thunderbolts team adopted you, much like they did Bob, it did nothing to stop your thoughts. It quite literally caused them to spiral further. It was so easy to believe them.
While everyone else seemed to be getting along and becoming fast friends, you isolated yourself. Even surrounded by a group comprised of “black sheep,” you still felt like the odd one out. Although each of the Thunderbolts members had a questionable past (something you lacked), they each were skilled and special in their own way. You felt like nothing compared to them.
They only tolerate you.
Now you find yourself aimlessly wandering the halls of the tower. Hoping to somehow walk away from your stupid feelings, almost like you could avoid them that way. Big surprise, it wasn’t exactly helping or working.
Passing an open doorway, you realize it’s Walker’s office. Glancing inside you see him in his new uniform, leaning against the front of his desk talking to people you’ve never seen. He says goodbye to them and as they walk out, he notices you. When your eyes lock, he gestures for you to come in.
When you’re finally in front of John, he takes a moment to really look at you. “Whoa, hey, are you okay?” He asks, eyebrows furrowed with concern. That does it. Hot tears start to burn your eyes. He quickly notices, pushing off his desk to take you in his arms as you shake your head letting him know you were in fact, not okay. He somehow knows you need a hug.
With your face buried in his chest, he holds you tight, his chin resting on top of your head. One of his hands rests on your back while the other comfortingly holds the back of your head. If you weren’t so in your feelings and touch starved, you’d be freaked out by how tender he’s being. John is known for being an arrogant, smug, stubborn asshole.
His scent brings you a sense of calm. He holds you, until you’re ready to let go. Once your tears stop, you separate from the hug. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“It’s nothing. I’m just being stupid.”
“Try me.”
Sighing, you concede, telling him about your feelings of inadequacy and loneliness, sparing no details. He listens.
“You’re kidding? You, not ‘special’? Hate to break it to you, but having powers or super soldier serum running through your veins isn’t what makes someone special. It’s what lives inside your heart. And damn it you have a good one.”
You look up at him now, eyes meeting. You give him a small shy smile. He continues, “Even though you keep mostly to yourself, you think we don’t notice how you show up in your own way? You’re constantly making sure everyone is okay. You’re caring, kind, and smart.”
You bury your face in your hands, embarrassed by his words. You shouldn’t be, but you are.
“I’m sorry if we haven’t told you enough that we appreciate having you around. You are important to us.”
“Thanks Walker. I needed this.”
“Anytime. Just promise me, if you feel like this again, come talk to me.”
“I will,” you promise making your way out of his office to head back to your room to wash your face and process his words.
Since your conversation with John, you’ve been feeling better about your place in life with the team and your insecurities. However, you have a new found problem. Thoughts of John Walker have been inhabiting your mind instead.
Then it happens a few days later…
After separating from his embrace and hearing his kind words, you’re still in close proximity. You look into each others eyes before you’re both leaning in to kiss. It’s soft and gentle, caring. The kiss quickly becomes passionate with his hands moving lower to your ass pulling you closer to his body. Your hands roam across his body: his arms, chest, and abs. Both of you sighing and moaning between kisses.
You wake up from your dream with a gasp. Oh god. You have never thought about Walker in that way. Sleep never finds you again that night. You spend the rest of the night thinking of what your dream could mean.
The rest of your week doesn’t go any better. Every night you wake up from a dream centering around John Walker as a passionate and doting boyfriend.
Your dreams have officially freaked you out. You avoid him as much as you can. Anytime you see him, flashes of all the fantasies you have conjured up of the two of you, invade your mind. You’re afraid you’ll reveal your feelings to him before you even have the chance to come to terms with them yourself. You have yet to face the fact that you now have a massive crush on this version of John Walker.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader, Bucky Barnes x F!Reader, Stucky x F!Reader
Description: You had a plan for your weekend at the cabin, but sometimes plans change, or do they?
Word Count: 1,890
Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), Smut, threesome, unprotected sex, creampie, mmf relations (oral female receiving/male giving; male receiving/male giving; m/m kissing; f/m kissing), con noncon, mask kink, primal/chase kink, choking (but not really, more like throat holding), voyeurism, masturbation (let me know i missed anything)
Author’s note: I have never written any sort of fiction before. There’s a lot of grammatical errors I’m sure so please be gentle with me. I’ve had this idea in my head for a while and figured I would challenge myself and write it. I hope you enjoy!
With a hand on Steve’s thigh, you looked out of the car window. Steve was currently driving to your long awaited weekend cabin vacation.
“I can’t believe he had to cancel on us,” you pouted, glancing at Steve before focusing on your surroundings. You had been looking forward to this trip for weeks. You had it perfectly planned out: a cabin getaway for three.
Taking your hand from his thigh, Steve raised it up to his lips softly kissing your knuckles. You turned to fully look at him as he spoke, “I know, baby, but Bucky didn’t have a choice. He wanted to be here with us.”
“I know, but I was excited to get some time alone with just the three off us. Especially after what we planned,” you replied suggestively before looking out the passenger window again, missing the way Steve smirked knowing what you were in for.
For the next hour, you watched as the trees pass in a blur. Your first evening at the cabin was spent in front of the tv and fireplace, cuddling on the couch and sharing soft kisses. After making dinner, you and Steve made your way to the bedroom to prepare for bed.
Changing into a tank top and pajama shorts, you were already getting into bed as Steve walked out of the en-suite bathroom in black sweatpants looking absolutely delicious. Settling into bed for the night, you shared a kiss and quickly fell asleep.
You were up before the sun. Slowly, you slipped out of bed making sure not to wake Steve. After silently making your way downstairs, you put on some shoes and left the cabin. As soon as you made it out the back door, you began running.
Once the sun had finally settled itself in the sky, Steve’s eyes softly opened only to find the other side of the bed empty. Knowing the rest of the cabin would be empty, he quickly put on a black long sleeve shirt and black sneakers. Before he made his way outside, he remembered to grab the mask and gloves he brought for their weekend activities.
You were wandering further away from the cabin at leisurely pace when you hear the snap of a twig. Your heart began to race as you quickly turned your head in the direction the noise came from. Finding a masked figure dressed in all black standing behind a tree. You begin running in the opposite direction, hoping to escape. It isn’t long before you hear leaves rustling in front of you.
Suddenly, the figure you had encountered was now in front of you. The figure stalked towards you with purpose. You gasp, turning to run away. Real fear was beginning to make its way through your body. How is Steve moving this fast? He was just behind me. Damn super solider serum you thought to yourself.
Before you could run away again, the figure you had turned from, grabbed you by the waist and pulled you against him. Your back was now flush with the figure’s chest. You try to scream, but as you do a gloved hand covers you mouth, cutting you off. The next thing you know, you’re being spun around and pinned to a tree. Your hands are being held above you head by the masked man’s hand, while the other remains over you mouth. His body feeling warm against yours. Steve really knows what he’s doing.
You let out a whimper feeling hot just as your eyes widen in surprise, focusing on the masked figure that appeared behind the one that currently held you. There wasn’t just one masked man, no there were two.
When the second masked figure finally got to you, they curled their hand around the first figure’s throat. The second masked man began to push his body against the one that held you. In turn, this movement caused the man pressed against your body to rub his clothed cock against your clothed clit. You looked at the second figure hoping you could figure out who it is.
You let out another whimper as the movements between the three of you continue. Confusion and arousal hit you all at once. Bucky said he had to go on an emergency mission, but he seems to be here, just like he was supposed to be. Except you’re not sure which of the masked men he is, neither has made it easy for you to figure it out. They haven’t made a noise and the a covered head to toe.
The second figure goes to move around the first and the moment he does, he makes his way to your side, crouching down to pull your shorts and panties down in one swift motion. You want to look down to see what’s happening, but you can’t. The figure standing in front of you shakes his head discouraging you from trying to move or look down further. You obey wanting to be good. Before you can do anything to move, he removes his hands from your mouth and wrists. He begins to place a piece of fabric around your eyes, tying it at the back of your head. He then pulls your tank top of your body leaving you bare.
You gasp sharply when you feel a mouth against your wet folds, licking and sucking, getting a taste of you. The mystery of not knowing who is doing what makes this situation hotter. You groan in frustration when the man stops his licking and pulls away from you.
Your hear and feel the masked men shuffling around; removing their masks, gloves, and shirts, while switching positions. They smirk at each other. Just then, you feel a hand make its way down to rub your clit and feel just how aroused you are. It’s not just any hand, it’s metal. Bucky. Bucky had been the one to capture you, not Steve. Now he was the one enjoying your taste.
You feel a warm breath beside your ear whispering, “You enjoying yourself, baby?” Steve.“Yes,” you respond breathlessly. “Good because we’re just getting started,” Bucky says from below you. As he says this, Steve dives in and gives each of your nipples a quick lick and suck.
“I want to see you both,” you plead desperately. Steve and Bucky share a look silently letting each other know it was time to let you see what they were doing to you. “Go ahead Stevie. Take it off her,” Bucky directs Steve.
When the blindfold comes off, you gasp at seeing them. Steve takes the opportunity to kiss you hard, putting his tongue in your mouth. You kiss him with just as much fervor, wrapping your arms around his neck. He groans into your mouth as Bucky begins to reach for Steve’s pants to pull them down just has he had yours.
As soon as his pants are off, Steve bucks his hips towards you and Bucky in search of some relief. Body shifting away from you slightly, Bucky looked up at Steve with hungry eyes saying, “Stevie, baby, don’t you worry. You’ll get your turn.” With that, Bucky decided to put Steve out of his misery by placing a hand on Steve’s thigh, licking the underside of his cock and sucking the tip for a moment, before standing up. He took Steve’s cock in his hand and guided it to your pussy. The three of you moaned in unison.
“Steve! Please, oh god. Fuck me. Please,” you begged almost pathetically, they had worked you up into a frenzy. “Don’t worry baby. He will,” Bucky let her know. “Go ahead, Stevie, make her happy.” Steve rubbed his cock against your clit and then your folds before he finally finding you hole. He thrust into you. You moaned loudly, reaching for Bucky’s head pulling his face to yours. You kissed him passionately. The kiss didn’t last long before you heard Steve.
“I want to make you happy too,” he told Bucky. Bucky smiled grabbing Steve’s face to kiss him feverishly as he continued to thrust into you. Bucky broke the kiss, moving back to take off his pants, revealing he hadn’t been wearing underwear. Both you and Steve moaned as Bucky began to stroke his cock at the sight of Steve thrusting into you.
The three of you enjoyed the moment moaning in contentment: You and Steve fucking as Bucky watched and stroked himself. You were all moaning so loud, you were happy you made the right choice in picking a cabin with no neighbors for miles. “Steve, harder!” you pleaded. Steve began thrusting harder into you as Bucky came over to kiss you again. After a quick make out with you, he broke the kiss to kiss Steve with just as much passion. Both men groaned.
In a matter of minutes, you told the men in front of you that you were about to come. Steve and Bucky were also close, letting you know it was okay to come already. Moaning as you came, your hands held onto Steve’s shoulders for stability as your head fell back. Steve groaned just as he came inside you with one last hard thrust. “Yes, baby. Take it all,” he demanded. You did. He stuffed you full.
Steve pulled out of you, his cum leaking out of your aching pussy. Bucky guided his cock into you. He relished in the feeling of being inside you as he used Steve’s cum as lube. With a few quick thrusts, he groaned as he came, feeling Steve attach his lips to his neck sucking hard, leaving little purple marks.
Breathing heavily, the three of you separated from each other with brief kisses. You helped each other get redressed. As you made your way to the cabin hand in hand, you found yourself giggling in satisfaction the whole way back.
When you made it back to the cabin, you went straight to the bathroom to clean yourselves up in the shower. Once you were done drying your bodies, you didn’t bother putting clothes on again. You made your way back downstairs with the super soldiers following closely behind. You cuddle beneath a blanket on the couch in front of the fire: eating, drinking, and chatting.
After some time, you find yourself laying between Steve and Bucky. Each had an arm wrapped around you resting a hand on the other man’s back. You look towards Bucky, “What happened to your mission? I thought you couldn’t come with us. Either way, I’m glad you came.”
Bucky laughs as he jokingly assures you, “You both always make me come, doll.” “Buck,” you roll your eyes as you say his name in mock disappointment at his joke. “Okay. Honestly, there was no mission. Steve and I planned to take you by surprise. We both wanted to chase you around like we originally planned, we just wanted it to be more of a surprise. Did you like it?”
“So much,” you giggle, letting them both know the truth. You turned to place a kiss on each of their chests before curling yourself further into their warmth, “Thanks guys, but next time we chase Bucky,” you mumble as you fell asleep. Steve and Bucky’s eyes met over your head as they smiled and leaned in to kiss each other softly.
Hello! Welcome to my Masterlist. Some works may contain nsfw themes; content warnings will be put before each fic. You’re responsible for you own media consumption. That being said, if you’re a minor, go away. Everyone else, enjoy!
Cabin Getaway (smut) Stucky x F!Reader: You had a plan for your weekend at the cabin, but sometimes plans change, or do they?
Exhaust Me (smut) Roomate!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader: When you can’t seem to fall asleep, Bucky doesn’t mind helping you out.
Rage bait (smut): John Walker x F!Reader: Irritating John until he has his way with you.
Birthday Babe (smut/fluff): Farmer!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader: Thanks to Natasha and Steve’s plan to set you up with Bucky, your days are no longer lonely. This includes your birthday.
Unexpected Support (angst/fluff): John Walker x F!Reader: The last thing you expected was to be comforted by John Walker. Now it’s keeping you up at night.
Unexpected Confessions (fluff): After finding comfort in John Walker, resulting in unexpected feelings towards him, you avoid him at all costs. That ends when he backs you in a corner, literally. Now unexpected actions and words hang in the air between the both of you changing everything. (part 2 to Unexpected Support)
