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a/n: thank you to @aquariusbarnes for giving me the idea of artist!bucky and mermaid!reader
lovely beta: @writing-for-marvel and @lunarbuck thanks for always hearing my rants about this daydreams
gif and moodboard made by me
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In the air, on his land, and in your sea, the magic of our love fills the world.
The sun is brilliant in the sky as the boat sails across the ocean waves. It glistens off the water's surface as it transports seawater waves and salty air scented with seaweed to his senses. There is a feeling of calm in the air, and the sound of the waves washing against the boat notifies him of your coming.
A lovely breeze echoes your name over the waves.
The horizon is an endless line of blue, and the ocean's enormity is humbling.
In a few seconds, a seagull is soaring over the expanse of still water. Its wings spread wide, catching the thermals from the sun-heated sand, lifting it higher and higher into the sky. The setting sun lights up the feathers, giving the bird a golden glow.
There is a sudden rippling of thicker and thicker waves across the mirror of blue water. The seagull notices the change and quickly flies away, leaving the ocean to its own fate. The vast expanse of blue filled with foam attracts him despite this, since he sees a beauty in it.
An emerald tail emerges from the depths. As you float along, colorful fish swim around your arms. Reaching out to touch them sends the fish swimming away. Your skin feels warm, and you can hear the sound of the water as it ripples around you with each breath you take.
Mermaid goddess, you rule the seas and even dwell among the living, but you have no idea that his heart swims in rhythm with yours. Though you have no knowledge of it, you hold a power over the sea, and his heart beats in time with the motion of the waves.
Your gaze turns to the artist of the land, the one who captures every emotion of your heart.
In his arms, you find comfort in the world of possibilities he paints for you. There is a sense of peace in his love, as it provides a shelter from the tumultuous waves of life. His works of art are your solace, and you can feel your spirit illuminated with each stroke of his brush.
Your mermaid tail floats from the surface as the sun shines through your gills and your colors reflect in the light.
Painting your grace and elegance is one of his favorite things to do. Your beauty inspires Bucky, and he constantly feels motivated to capture it. He wants to share the beauty he feels in you with the world.
An everlasting masterpiece is what he aspires to create.
Whenever he paints you, it is like he is writing you a love letter. With every stroke he puts on the canvas, he expresses his love for you, and Bucky becomes enchanted with the work.
A stroke tells a story about a man's innermost desires, and you are a window into his soul and a key to his art.
It's as if the sunset speaks of love.
The ocean is infinite blue, and you are the prettiest color he's ever seen.
An emerald green spray of light reflects off the sea under the fierce rays of the sun. Stunning colors and textures are created by the sun's heat and light dancing over the sea surface.
The salty breeze fills the air, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore fills the senses. At that moment, it is as if everything in the world is still, and the only thing that matters is the sea's beauty.
You.
With each wave, the ocean speaks of truth, and the flame of his passion is you.
With the right lines and colors, he depicts it on his canvas.
Bucky is amazed by its beauty, the way light and shadows blend. He realizes that beauty is in nature and in his own heart. As he paints with each brushstroke, he lets his passion shine through, creating art that speaks to his soul.
The moment he shows you his completed work, he is pulled into the water swimming next to you. Your hands find his lower back, and you hold him tightly so he can float. The sun reflects off his wet white shirt, and you catch a glimpse of his chest as he gracefully swims through the water.
You cling to him and twist his shirt, trying to keep him afloat since you can feel him sinking.
You can feel the warmth of his skin against your fingertips as his arms circle your lower back and almost touch your waist, pushing your lower bodies together. The heat flowing through you makes your senses flash in heat, and you crave more.
When he kisses you, he nips on your lips, intensifying the kiss as his hands roam around your upper body, branding your skin with his touch. This touch is one you want marking you today, every day, and until the end of time.
He breaks the kiss slowly, still holding you close to him, burying his head in your shoulder.
As he whispers the ocean melody, he recalls the beauty of seeing you surface in the waves. Kissing your face, he explains to you how he plans to paint what he is kissing and how he wants to showcase every inch of your body.
Bucky pulls back and looks into your eyes, wanting to make this memory last forever.
In an attempt to seize his lips again, you pull him forward and bring him back to your lips. With a firm grip, you tug him close to you as your hands run through his soft hair. This elicits a deep chuckle in his throat.
The two of you remain intertwined as you run your fingers through his hair, down his neck, letting your hand trail into his neck before coming to his front. You tease down his chest, undoing his buttons when you reach them and allowing the waves to assist you in doing so.
His soul is moved by the sea's voice that calls out to him.
You have been planning this from the moment you laid eyes on him. Taking him to your world that will be his new world.
He has no choice but to follow you, his heart pounding as he realizes he's been possessed. His delight at the splendor of the underwater kingdom overcomes his trepidation as he dives deeper into the ocean.
Bucky follows you forward with you into the ocean depths, enchanted by your beauty.
In the dark depths of the ocean, you are the only source of light.
It is as if your eyes penetrate his very soul. You watch him let himself go as he does with his paintbrush when you watched him paint you for weeks. It is as if his growing fear is washed away by your touch and singing. "This land cannot be captured in a painting anymore, Bucky, as you have the ability to become one of the greatest treasures in the world now. My treasure only.”
Bucky kicks a little, his hand fighting against every motion of the water. Your gentle voice holds him as you whisper, "Let go,."
The closer he gets, the stronger your pull is. Your song is mournful, and your eyes seem filled with tears. You sing of how lonely you are, how you need someone to fill the longing within your heart. He wants to be that someone.
It is as if his growing fear is washed away by your touch and singing.
Your song tells him not to be afraid, for it is his destiny to be with you. You are unable to live without him, and only he can free you. You wrap your arms around his neck and bring your lips to meet his. He wraps his arms around you and holds you close as you kiss him like he was the air you need to breathe.
As you kiss him underwater, you drag him deeper into the ocean. As long as you hold him, he doesn’t care.
Darkness envelops you both deeper and deeper.
Upon reaching the bottom, you smile at him and let go of his mouth.
hii! so i love your writing and i was wondering if you could do a bucky x fem!reader where reader drags him to see rogers the musical? i’ve had this idea since the first episode of hawkeye and i can’t not imagine a grumpy bucky during the holidays 😭😭
Grump: The Musical || Bucky Barnes
pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader
a/n: thank you anon!! sorry this took a couple of days, i saw a broadway show on monday and i wanted to wait until afterwards to write this. hope you enjoy!
word count: 1.1k
warnings: none i think, grumpy fluff
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“Y’know,” Bucky said as the two of you turned the corner onto 44th street, freeing yourselves from the condensed crowd of tourists in Times Square. “Sometimes I miss the forties.”
Readjusting your scarf and pulling down your hat as the snow fell down around the both of you, you laughed.
“Yeah?” You asked. “Why’s that?”
“Because,” Bucky explained, reaching for your hand and interlocking your fingers. “Back then I could at least get around without someone shoving a stupid balloon or light up toy in my face in Times Square. And don’t get me started on that knockoff Captain America. If Steve saw that-”
“If Steve saw that he’d laugh and you know it.” You argued before pulling two tickets from your pocket as you came up on the desired theater Rogers: The Musical was playing at. “This on the other hand... this might piss Steve off.”
You had not stopped hearing about this godforsaken musical all day.
When you purchased the tickets, it wasn’t because you were particularly interested in seeing the show, or that you supported the idea of others capitalizing on your boyfriend, you and all of your friends’ experiences, but because you figured... simply... that it would be funny.
If they were going to do it anyway, why not go and have a good laugh?
You certainly earned it after the year you had.
You knew Bucky wouldn’t exactly be thrilled- especially not after he cursed out the show when an article announcing it’s release came out months ago- and when he opened the envelope on Christmas morning, he had exactly the reaction you were expecting:
A crystal clear picture of disgust drawn on his face with the two tickets dangling from his thumb and forefinger as if he were repulsed by even the thought of it in his hand.
Although he had managed to not talk about it, or rather, push it from his mind for his own sake for the past few days, when Bucky woke up this morning, you knew you were in for it as soon as he kissed you good morning and immediately begged you to change your mind about the show and let him burn the tickets in the fireplace.
And you, of course, said no, leading the both of you to where you were now, standing in line outside the theater, waiting to enter the show of a lifetime.
“Might?” Bucky chuckled sarcastically. “Steve wouldn’t even step foot in this line.”
“So why are you standing in this line?” You asked before turning to the usher and handing him your tickets.
“Because,” Bucky said. “As much as I hate this, I love you more.”
Although he rolled his eyes at the confession, you knew he meant it sincerely.
Taking back your tickets from the usher, you found Bucky’s hand once more as you stepped into the theater.
“I love you too, James.”
You always knew how to make him melt. As much as he hated everything about going to see this show- and it certainly was not a secret- you calling him by his first name always made it impossible for him to say no to you, and this time was no different.
As the two of you found your seats and the lights dimmed as the show began, Bucky found comfort in the feeling of your hand in his despite his earlier protests.
However, the peace did not last for long.
-
“Is that supposed to be me?” Bucky whispered to you as he pointed to the obvious caricature of himself on stage.
“How many Sergeant Barneses do you know, babe?” You whispered back.
Ignoring your attitude, Buck continued.
“I look nothing like that guy.”
“I wouldn’t complain that much.” You said nonchalantly. “He’s pretty good-looking.”
Hiding the smile on your face in the dark theater, you laughed as you heard your boyfriend shuffle in his seat to face you.
“What?!”
-
“This is so stupid.” Buck groaned, gesturing towards the stage. “I mean Jesus, doll... Sam and I are singing together.”
“It’s a duet, Buck.” You corrected him. “Maybe if the two of you sang out your feelings you wouldn’t argue as much.”
“In the middle of a fight?” Buck argued. “Maybe we should sing and dance next time Thanos-”
Before he could finish his sentence, he was cut off.
“Sir,” An usher whispered, leaning over your boyfriend. “I’m going to have to ask you to quiet down.”
As Bucky opened his mouth to argue back, the usher stepped away, forcing your boyfriend to sit back in his seat and face the stage, grumbling obscenities to himself.
-
As the show came to a close and the final number began to play that highlighted what followed for all of the characters after Steve Rogers disappeared, you grimaced as you watched your character faint and fall into Bucky’s character’s arms, singing about how such a “strong man” made her “weak in the knees”.
“What the hell is this?” You whispered. “I knocked you out the first time we met! I would never, ever-”
“What happened to it being ‘fun’, doll?” Bucky asked, a part of him glad that some part of this show managed to get to you. “I thought you liked it?”
Then, Bucky shut his mouth as you both watched in horror as Bucky 2.0 sang about how he could “kiss his past behind” before he dipped your character way too close to the floor and shoved his lips against her’s.
“Okay,” You said, eyebrows still raised. “You were right, Buck.”
“It’s horrible, right?” He asked.
“Awful.” You replied.
“Wanna get out of here?”
Turning back to your boyfriend, still completely and utterly grossed out by the scene you had just witnessed, you nodded and took his hand in yours as the two of you discreetly slipped out of the theater.
When you opened the doors of the theater, the cold of the snowy night blasted both you and your boyfriend in the face, but it was a welcome friend compared to whatever the two of you had just witnessed inside.
“That was..” Bucky began.
“Terrible.” You finished. “I’m sorry I made you sit through that.”
Rather than going on a rant about hating the show and how he told you that it would be horrible, your boyfriend only shrugged.
“S’alright, doll.” Bucky replied, stretching out his clothed vibranium arm to wrap around your shoulders. “Wanna get out of here? Get something to eat?”
Glancing up at your boyfriend as snowflakes landed in his hair, you smiled.
“I’d like that.” You said. “Also, you’re way hotter than the guy who played you.”
As you leaned your head into Bucky’s chest, allowing him to guide you down the block, you smiled when he laughed at your comment.
“You think so?” He asked.
Running your hand up and down his back, you laughed.
Summary: You help Bucky feel better when he's in a mood.
Word Count: Over 1.8k
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral (m. receiving), possessive behavior, dirty talk, slight jealousy, threat of violence (not against reader), slight feels (it's me, okay?), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: A Sinday treat inspired by this gif! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You found Bucky in one of the interrogation rooms. He had his leather jacket on, but didn't appear to be in a hurry to leave. Taking in his rigid posture from where he sat in his chair, you guessed it wasn't a good day. You wondered what happened or what exactly was bothering him. Considering he didn't look toward you, and he had to know it was you who walked through the door, you sensed that he wasn't in the mood to talk.
It didn't mean you couldn't try and make him feel better.
“Hey, Sarge,” you said, shutting the door behind you before you walked across the room. “Bad day?” You asked, stopping a few inches in front of him.
A pair of steel blue eyes snapped toward you and you couldn't suppress the shiver that rolled down your spine. It wasn't fair that he appeared so commanding when he was the one sitting in a chair and you were on your feet. “You could say that.”
“Anything I can do to help?” You asked with an almost innocent look in your eyes as he spread his massive thighs.
“Yeah,” he replied, gesturing to his crotch with his metal hand. “You can get on your knees and suck my cock.”
Your throat went dry as you looked in his lap, watching with growing interest as his thick fingers swiftly unbuckled his belt and pants. What if someone walked in? It was no secret that you and Bucky were together, but it didn't mean anyone should have to witness any of your endeavors. Then again, wasn't the thrill of getting caught part of the fun?
“Are you sure that's what you want? You could fuck my pussy,” you offered, your panties embarrassingly damp considering he hadn't touched you. If he asked you to, you’d ride him in that chair until his eyes rolled back.
The low chuckle he let out made your throat go dry. His laughter didn't fool you. He wasn't in the mood to play or tease. “If you want my cock in your cunt so badly, you better earn it by taking me in your fucking throat first,” he growled.
Your knees just about gave out, which gave you the perfect excuse to sink to the cool floor. “Will that make you feel better?” You asked as you crawled to him and slid your hands up his legs. Your cheeks flamed under his dark gaze. It was a thing of wonder to have his full attention. “Your big cock fucking my throat? Making me swallow every drop?”
“It’s a start,” he whispered, cupping your jaw with a tender touch. His thumb reached over to trace your lips, but pulled away before you could suck the digit into your waiting mouth. “Need that pretty pussy filled, too.”
You clenched, wishing he’d shove you on the back, push your legs apart, and drive his cock in so deep you'd scream. But you wouldn't get what you wanted if you didn't take care of him first. And having his dick in your mouth was something you craved, so you would enjoy it.
“Tell me you need it,” he ordered, his tongue wetting his bottom lip before his teeth dragged along it.
“I need it. Need you to fuck my throat,” you begged, unzipping his jeans and peeling them down with his underwear as far as you could. His thick cock bobbed free and you couldn't help licking your lips at the sight. You gripped the base and preened when he hardened more under your touch. “It’s so big. You can choke me with it if you want to.”
He groaned, heat curling in your gut when he rocked his hips up. “Look at you. So eager for it. Bet you'd rub your pussy against my boot if I told you to just to get a taste,” he rasped, making you whine. You’d love to leave a shine on his leather. “Everyone thinks you're a good agent and a good girl, but you’re my little cockslut.”
You pouted as you looked up at him. His blue eyes had gone black, the light shining over his head giving him the appearance of a dark angel. Beautiful, tortured, and heavenly. “I’m all of those things,” you said, licking from just above where your fingers held him to the tip. “I’m a good agent and a good girl. Your good girl.”
Because if there was anyone you wanted to be good for, it was Bucky Barnes.
“Fuck,” he grunted when your enclosed your lips around the head. The taste of him bloomed on your tongue, but it was just the beginning. He’d spill down your throat by the time you were done so the very essence of him lingered. “You are, doll. You’re so good and all mine,” he said, growling the last word.
You pulled off with a sweet smile, his praise bringing out your need to please him more. “And I’m very much your cockslut. So fuck my throat, Sarge,” you said, wasting no time swallowing him down.
“Your fucking mouth,” he groaned, bringing a hand to the back of your neck.
You hollowed out your cheeks and sucked in a breath through your nose as you relaxed your throat. As tempted as you were to reach between your legs and give yourself some relief, you rested your free hand on his thigh. The muscle twitched beneath it and he would feel it if you gave him the signal to stop. You never once had to.
You took him every single time.
He touched your jaw again, making sure your mouth stayed wide open around him. He forced you to take him in deeper, his hips thrusting up as you gagged. “That’s it. Suck it just like that,” he urged, making you moan around the thick length of him. “My good girl. Everything I need right here.”
Tears blurred your vision, but they quickly spilled over. He looked back at you with half-lidded eyes, your heart pounding at the sight. You knew you looked pretty stretched around him. And you knew he wanted to keep you.
“So beautiful on your knees,” he praised, his hands moving to grip each side of your head to control the pace. You whimpered when your hand fell away and nose brushed the curls at the base of his cock. His metal thumb wiped away a tear as he made you bob your head. “Take it, doll. I know it’s a lot, but you can take it. I know you can.”
Those weren't just words to stroke his ego or your own. It was a lot to take. Drool seeped from the corners of your mouth, adding to the mess from your tear tracks and running makeup. You were certain you looked ruined, which only made you more stunning in his eyes. Because he was the cause and effect. He broke you so beautifully and put every piece back in place while leaving a bit of himself behind as a reminder of who you belonged to.
“You're my girl,” he said in a deep voice, quickening his pace as your throat contracted around him. “Mine.”
“Yours.” The muffled reply made him growl. You reached up to cup his balls, still allowing him to keep the pace. He said he wanted to fuck your throat and you wouldn't stop him, but you wanted to make him feel good.
“My dirty girl on her knees. Bet the camera’s recording us right now,” he went on, your mouth pliant as he continued to thrust. You almost forgot about the surveillance. “Should swipe the footage. Make you sit on my cock while you watch how well you take it.”
You moaned, sending more vibrations through his cock as he groaned and panted. His rhythm almost faltered when you gently squeezed, feeling him twitch in your mouth and under your hand before you let go. He was so close, chasing his release. It was getting harder to breathe, your eyes stinging with tears again, but he was almost there.
You had to get him off.
The slight drag of your teeth did the trick. “Take it. Don't waste a fucking drop,” he grunted, his face twisting and keeping your head down as his release flooded your mouth. Glancing up at him as you did your best to swallow it all, he looked like such a pretty mess, too. Parted lips, warm cheeks, pupils blown with lust. He was just as ruined as you.
No one else had that kind of power over him.
You gasped and greedily inhaled when he pulled you off of him and slumped in the chair, catching his breath, too. He groaned when your tongue went out to catch another drop that dropped from the head of his cock. Your soaked panties from having him in your mouth didn't matter. He’d get you off soon enough.
As long as he was okay from whatever bothered him earlier, that was all you cared about.
“Fuck,” he sighed, pushing the chair back and joining you on your knees. He slotted his lips against yours as he pulled you close, leaving you breathless once again as his tongue explored your mouth. You carded your fingers through his short hair as he took what he needed, his stubble leaving a slight burn on your skin.
Another subtle reminder that you were his girl.
“Better, Sarge?” You asked once he finished, your voice raw. If he wanted to talk, you’d listen.
“Much better,” he promised, his next kiss sweet and tender. The earlier tension he held in his body had disappeared, which gave you some relief. “Thank you.”
“Good,” you smiled against his lips.
He closed his eyes, his nose touching yours. “I'm not a killer anymore.”
You raised an eyebrow. Those weren't the words you were expecting to hear. “I know,” you said.
“But I had to stay here,” he said, kissing over to your ear. “Because if I bumped into the agent who touched you earlier, I would've shattered every bone in his hand.”
“Bucky,” you breathed, your heart pounding when he pulled back to stare at you. Lust lit up his eyes again, but there was an underlying rage building as his nostrils flared. Was that why he was in a mood? Because an agent had touched your arm before you said you had a boyfriend? It was so meaningless in your eyes that you had forgotten about it.
But, fuck, if this slightly possessive side wasn't hot.
“You told him you were mine because you’re my good girl. Still pissed me off that he checked you out when you walked away. Still wanted to break his hand,” he snarled, laying you on your back. “And I know your voice is a little hoarse, but I need to make you scream my name. I want everyone nearby to know you’re my girl,” he said, his eyes on you as he pointed to the camera in the far left corner. “And anyone watching.”
So, that happened. Lovelies, you may go about your business. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
Summary: Ari comes home and engages in an intimate reunion with you. Good lord, I hate summaries. I'm terrible at them. It's some hot showering and much needed body rubs happening. Please just read it?
🚨WARNINGS:🚨 18+ ONLY/Smut, adult language and showering? Does that need a warning? They're washing legs in this one, so I guess take that into consideration. 🤷🏾♀️
A/N: Oh, man. This was supposed to be a cute lil 2 paragraph ask I was gonna send to the lovely @labella420 but then I spiraled out of control. It was 1am and my mind wandered to having Ari alone in a room with intense eye contact, thick sexual tension and accidental on purpose flirting, lol. Then, I said to myself that maybe giving Ari a haircut and a beard shape up when he gets back home suits the vibe? 🤔💭I don't know how so many words happened, but I do hope you all enjoy reading it.
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"It's About Time" by SWV
This most recent trip turned out to be longer than anyone anticipated. Ari had been gone for months with minimal outside contact. But today you received a much anticipated phone call notifying you that he would be returning to the states by nightfall. The message was sweet music to your ears. Not hearing from him for so long had begun to take a toll on your mind and body. The stress he was under and all of the uncertainty was hell. You busied yourself with work and started taking on more clients, but that still didn't drown out the nagging ache of missing him.
After you'd spent the day tidying your house and preparing for the reunion, the doorbell sounding loudly sent excited sparks through your heart. That initial hug after not being able to see his face for so long felt like it'd lasted years and still wasn't long enough. He'd come in and sit on the couch to fill you in on as much of his travels as he was allowed to share. He kissed you mid conversation multiple times. Never letting go of your hands and not wanting to sit too far away. He was starting to get comfortable at your place and it was nice to witness.
Conversation slowed on his end once he spilled all that he could. Sensing that he was still wound up you thought of ways to help him lighten up. You started by offering to trim his hair ends. They were a bit scraggly and he could use the TLC. You get him in your home salon chair, recline him down to the sink so you can start the washing process. At first his eyes close when he relaxes but the more you accidentally bump your breasts against him and lean over his face the more trouble he has keeping them closed.
You deep condition and massage his scalp. He groans and lavishes in the sensation. His hands unabashedly start to roam up your backside. You smile and tell him to behave. He squeezes your ample cheeks and ignores that word you've used. You move to service his beard and the eye contact he maintains nearly takes your breath away. You're used to being looked at openly by clients, but this was different. You'd missed each other and Ari was getting impatient.
You continue to tell him about everything he's missed lately and while he listens attentively, his mind lingers on getting you out of your clothes. After requesting that you remove your apron so he could gain better access to your hardened buds, he pinched and prodded your nipples through your shirt. Of course you obliged because saying no wasn't really an option at this point. Besides, if he hadn't asked you'd found a reason of your own to get out of it. By the time you've made progress to shaping his beard you warn Ari that the razor in hand needs your undivided attention. He hesitated removing his hands from your body, but one look at the sharp tool and he chooses to play nice and allow you to work safely.
Conversation becomes sparse as you try your best to focus on the task at hand. His eyes never leaving your face made your skin flush warm. Your tongue thick as the clench in your panties made your mind blur momentarily. You tried to swallow back the building arousal in your chest when you glance down at his crotch and your gaze is met by his bulging erection.
The breathing between you both increases and Ari is praying like hell you'll hurry and put him out of his misery. His pants are no longer comfortable and his hands twitchy. You smile and sit the razor down in satisfied completion. In a splayed position you place your hands across his chest when you announce that you're all done. Before you even have a chance to offer him a mirror he's lunging upward to claim your lips. He kisses you greedily and you moan in surprise.
Urging him to take a step back, you suck in a breath and smirkingly suggest a shower first. He laughs, a tad bit embarrassed and agrees that may be best. Leading the way to the main bathroom, he watches you move about your space in preparation. You pull out all of the good soaps and scrubs you reserve for special occasions. You navigate across the bathroom to activate the over hanging eucalyptus plants and power on the ASMR speaker. You asked him to grab two bath towels from the closet while you programmed the settings into your towel warmer. He's impressed by this contraption and you assure him he'll love it.
Letting the relaxing sounds of kalimbas and ocean waves fill the room, Ari allows you to undress him. Your hands move tenderly in contrast to his overwhelming need to be inside you now. You make a point to rub at his shoulders as you remove his button down. His taut muscles are sore and tanned skin is still sensitive. You make a note to dig out the aloe gel for him later.
Stepping in together, he immediately stands head first underneath the waterfall shower head to let the warm water rinse away the clipped hairs, loosen the grime and grit from his body. You marvel at his physique and feel the warmth of your gut flood toward your cunt again. Ari peeks one eye open at you and smiles at the wanton expression on your face. He reaches for you to join him under the steaming streams and you obliged.
Bodies now slick with warm water, you bump into each other as the lavender body wash begins to foam up the loofah in his palms. He hands it to you, permitting you to wash him and you giddily get to work. You study the new scars marking his skin and give extra attention to the areas that have begun to thicken due to over use and exposure. Your mouth waters when you hear the deep groan escape his throat as you lift his length and sweep the loofah around his balls. Ari's dick twitches in your hand and he tries to keep his balance on the wet floor.
After you've gone over his entire form twice, you grab your own loofah and let him pick a body wash. He jokes about how you only have one body so you only need one soap as he flicks open bottle cap after cap of your collection for his sniff test. You laugh and tell him you're a woman of variety. Monday could be a coconut mango day while Tuesday could be a jasmine lilac day. By the weekend you could be completely in a smooth amber and dark vanilla kind of mood. He belts out a hearty laugh and it feels so good for both of you in that moment to be reunited and light hearted. You've missed his laugh and the same is true for him.
He freezes when his nose sniffs across a golden bottle that captures his senses. His dick jerks as his eyes close and he inhales the scent again. His head tilts to the side aiming to get a deeper understanding of what the complex fragrance is that he's experiencing. His eyes pop open and he swiftly hands the squeeze bottle to you.
"This one," he says assuredly.
"Oh, you like the expensive stuff, huh?" you questioningly joke.
Ari nods an affirmative and kisses your lips once more. He takes the soap ladened cloth from your hands and begins to roam in small circles starting at your neck. His eyes remain trained on you until he has to kneel at your midsection. Your head lazily hangs back as you revel in the feeling of his strong, slick hands surrounding your calves. He scrubs in deliberate circles down the backs of your thighs, the cascading soap tickling the crook of your knee. It's been ages since you've felt him this way. He continues to wash and knead your supple flesh as his cock aches and begins to leak precum. He can barely take it any more.
Once rinsed and satisfied, you start to turn the water off but Ari catches you in another surprised kiss. This one hungrier than the first. He's on the brink of combustion and so are you. He takes you there in the shower. Once…twice… then again on the mirrored counter. The water is cold and the asmr playlist has restarted no less than 3 times by the time you finally make it to the bedroom. Ari finds himself grateful for the warmed drying towels and commends you on anticipating such a necessary device.
Your love making alternates between hurried and needy to leisurely and exploratory. Wanting everything in that moment and yet wanting it to last a lifetime and over again. The bed sheets soaked in the essence of you and him. The walls echoing the sounds of your unification. He was insatiable and you were willing to be there with him for as long as he needed.
"I'm so glad you're home, Ari" you express breathlessly.
"So am I," he confesses as he tosses your legs over his shoulder and thrusted into you for a final time.
Authors Note || This is for my lovely and bestest @jadedvibes Falling In Love writing challenge <3 I’m so in love and proud of this fic (but also a little nervous to share). Thank you Jade for hosting such a wonderful challenge!
Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!
TFATWS!Bucky Masterlist
“Please, babe, can't you just give a tiny little hint to where you're taking me?”
He averted his eyes from the dark and deserted road that you'd been driving on for the past hour or so and onto you for a few moments—a sweet and mischievous smile displayed on his face. You tried to give him your best and innocent puppy-dog eyes, hoping your soft expression would entice him to reveal some of the secrets about your getaway that he's been teasing you with all week, but he wouldn't budge.
“Hey,” he took your hand and laced his fingers with yours, laying a sweet kiss on the back of it, “you know I always want to tell you everything no matter what, but this is the one exception where I won't. I want this to be a surprise for you, doll.”
Although you wanted nothing more than to prod him with questions about where you were going, you didn't want him to get upset in any way due to your impatience and possibly spoil the surprise he's been so excited about. So you held your tongue, trusting that all your pondering would be worth it in the end.
“Ok, Bucky,” you gave him an accepting squeeze of your hand, “I trust you.”
The car went silent; only the soft melody of the radio filled the comfortable silence as you continued driving on, hands still interlocked together.
A couple more minutes passed before Bucky turned off from the main road and onto a dirt one that led far into the woods. You kept on going for a few more minutes until you started to see lights in the distance slowly approaching as you drove closer.
And there it was, the surprise—the most charming and cozy log cabin. The autumn trees surrounding it were decorated with twinkling lights, creating a sheltered bubble shielding you from the dark and thick forest around.
“Ok, here it is,” Bucky announced as he stopped the car.
“Oh, Bucky,” you muttered in a soft exhale. Your eyes sparkled just like the twinkling lights did as you looked upon the beautiful cabin where you would be spending your weekend alone—you and your most favourite and loved person in the whole world, Bucky.
You got out of the car, as did Bucky. And you stood outside in the chilling weather for a moment, taking it all in. You were in awe at the warmth and love that radiated from the cabin, letting it engulf you while your lover stood by your side and pulled you closer to his safe embrace.
“I hope I didn't exaggerate the surprise. I know it's not anything big and fancy, but I just wanted to take you somewhere cozy and secluded, all to myself.” You heard the smirk in his tone but also a hint of insecurity that you may not like where he's taken you, which you found quite offensive because you wanted nothing more than this right here.
“Babe, it's beautiful,” you leaned your head on his shoulder, “I don't want anything more than you. I don't care where we go. As long as I have you, it's absolutely perfect.”
He blushed a bright pink as he looked down at his shoes, kicking the dirt and feeling his heart warm up with pure love.
“Y-you want to go inside?”
“Yes! What are we waiting for? Let's go.”
Bucky took your bags from the car before unlocking the door to the cabin, letting you enter first. You were surprised to find the space lit and warm as you thought it would be freezing cold.
“The owners were here an hour ago to get the place heated up for us.”
“That was nice of them,” you mumbled as you started taking off your coat, but Bucky stopped you.
“Keep it on. There’s lots out the back to show and explore.”
“Alright then,” you smiled before bundling yourself up again.
“Have a look around. I'll just put our things upstairs.”
While Bucky went upstairs to put your bags away, you explored the downstairs. The kitchen was well equipt with a full fridge of groceries and snacks, a table to sit and eat at, a lounge area to chill and read, and the most impressive and crucial part of the cabin, the beautiful stone fireplace, with a snug little space of fluffy rugs and comfortable pillows in front of it.
You stood and admired it, already fantasising about all the uses you and Bucky would have for such an intimate area—relaxing, reading, napping, having sex. Lots of nasty sex and lovemaking.
A pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you out of the daydream and making you tense up for a split second before relaxing and leaning into the familiar embrace of your boyfriend, laying your arms on top of his. His lips skimmed the sensitive skin of your neck, making you purr in approval of the delicate touch before he laid a sweet kiss behind your ear, making a wave of shivers flow down your spine and arms.
“What are you thinking about, doll?” He murmured—a smirk of knowing what was on your mind evident in his deep tone.
“Just thinking about everything we will do by the fireplace.”
“Mhm, like what?” He voiced in a teasing and sensual manner.
“I-I think it's best I just show you.”
“You can show me everything later, baby, but first,” he turned you around and took your hand in his. His smirk was replaced with an innocent and sweet smile, “I want to show you the outside first.”
You didn't know why he was so insistent on showing you the outside, but you let him lead the way out the back.
The backyard of the log cabin was as beautiful as the front but even more so. The same twinkling lights adorned the autumn trees and lit up their vibrant colours. The slow drops of the leaves every now and then created a picture-perfect scenery.
There was a giant hot tub to the side, a seating area to enjoy a wonderful breakfast or late dinner out in the beautiful nature, and a stone pathway that led to a sunken firepit where you and Bucky could snuggle up in the evening to tell stories and roast s'mores.
The pathway continued further out into the darkness. In the distance, you noticed a lake. The moonlight reflected onto the quiet water.
It was all so absolutely breathtaking. Now you understood why Bucky wanted to show you the back—all the possibilities for you and him to have the most magical and fun weekend together.
All of a sudden, the start of “Can't Help Falling In Love” by Elvis Presley started playing through speakers you weren't able to locate. Turning around to your boyfriend with a puzzled expression on your face, which softened up when you found him with an adorable grin on his, and his flesh hand stretched out, wanting you to take it.
“What's this, Bucky?”
“Can't I just dance with my wonderful girlfriend in this most magical setting?”
The scenery, the falling leaves, the music, your boyfriend requesting a dance? It was all so corny and cliche, but it was the most perfect it ever could be—everything you ever wanted.
Your face beamed brightly when you took his hand in yours. Unexpectedly, he spun you around, making you giggle in sweet approval before he pulled you flush into his warm embrace, holding you tight and snug into him while his forehead rested on yours, noses brushing one another.
As you swayed together, Bucky hummed along to the words of the love song. His piercing eyes gazed deep into yours: nothing but love and adoration swimming in those perfect blues of his.
Take my hand
Take my whole life, too
For I can't help
Falling In Love with you
You pressed your ear into his chest while he rested his head on yours. You felt so whole and adored as he sang these loving words to you. Even through Bucky's thick clothing, you could still hear his heart beating in a steady rhythm of love and life for you.
You stood for a while, swaying side to side, holding each other so close and basking in your safe bubble of warmth and love.
You started listening to the words and styles of the songs in the playlist Bucky had put on and noticed similarities between them—they were all about Falling In Love.
“Bucky?”
He hummed in response.
“Why are all the songs about falling in love? Are you not in love with me?”
“What?” He took your face in his hands, making you look at him. He bore a confused expression on his face, eyebrows furrowed at your ridiculous question.
“Of course, I'm in love with you, silly girl.”
“So what's with the songs? What's with the falling in love?”
It was probably a silly question to ask since you and Bucky had been together now for three years, and he had expressed his love for you countless times, but you were just so curious about the choice of songs.
He inhaled and exhaled deeply, caressing your cold cheeks while he looked deep in thought. Like he was collecting his words on what to say to you. You hugged him tighter while leaning your chin on his chest and displaying an encouraging smile on your face, wanting to hear his explanation to you.
“The way I think a lot of people perceive love is that you first fall in love with someone, and then over time, you are in love with them after you've gotten to know the person and created a bond. But with you, my doll, I fall in love every single day. Every single moment I just fall so madly and deeply in love with you. But I'm also so crazy in love with you. And I didn't think those two feelings and emotions could be experienced simultaneously. But I do; whenever I'm with you, I experience nothing but those feelings, baby. I'm going to fall in love with you forever but also be in love with you forever.”
You were nothing but speechless as tears polled in your eyes about his expression of love for you. You felt loved, cherished, important and protected by his declaration. And although you had your own words to express your love for him, you knew they could never compare to Buckys.
“I love you so, so much, Bucky. I know it's not near as magnificent as your words, but I just-”
He cut you off by kindly shushing you and leaning his forehead on yours as he held your cheeks. You placed your hands on top of his.
“All I ever need to hear from you are those three words and nothing else, doll.” He leaned in closer, lips brushing your own as you both held big smiles on your faces. “Please, say it again.”
“I love you, Bucky.”
“I love you too.”
He pressed his lips to yours—laying a long and sweet kiss on them, sealing his undying love for you.
Like this, you stood for a while—kissing, hugging and loving on each other before you both pulled away.
The big smiles you had held on your faces were replaced with playful smirks as the sweet love between one another blossomed into lustful love.
“Now, how about I take you inside and show you my need and love for you for hours on end that words can never express, babydoll?”
Bucky palmed your ass tightly while he tugged on his bottom lip. Those perfect blues of his dark with desire now—sex and lust all on his mind.
“Please do, baby, and don’t hold back one bit in loving and fucking all of me.”
“I will love and fuck you till the end of time, my doll; that’s a forever promise.”
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Beefy!Animal Rescue Bucky AU)
Word Count: 1,909
Summary: You and Bucky finally take the next step in your relationship and it’s everything.
Author’s Note: Hi everyone! I couldn’t get this chapter out of my head…I know I’ve been doing a lot teasing with these two but we’re finally doing it! haha. I hope you enjoy the softness of it all and thank you so very much for reading and continuing on this journey with me! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my lovely Daisy @firefly-graphics thank you sweets! 🥰 PS the Russian translation is from Google and I apologize for any mistakes.
Warnings: lots of sweet fluff, soft fluffersmut, oral sex (f rec), fingering…all the goodies (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)
Finding Home Masterlist
When Bucky finally breaks the kiss it’s only to take in your swollen lips and half-lidded eyes. His gaze slowly drifts over your face as he takes a step away and closes his fingers around yours.
“You’re doing a lot of staring, Barnes.”
Your bottom disappears between your teeth and you start to lower your head but cool metal fingers press under your chin and hold you in place and you’re unable to look anywhere else but his ocean blue eyes.
summary: after you start dating steve, it strikes a nerve with bucky, and your friendship may never be the same
pairing: frat!stucky x fem!reader
word count: 2k
warnings: college au, poly relationship, perceived cheating (but not really), cheesy confessions, bucky is an idiot but so is everyone else so it's ok
a/n: so this is a part two to a fic i wrote this summer, which was originally supposed to be just a steve fic, but i ended up leaning into the stucky vibes i created and wrote this. i loved writing it and i hope you enjoy it - please make sure to reblog and comment!
please make sure to read part one first!
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You woke up the next morning with two pairs of arms wrapped around you - Bucky still snoring softly on one side and a fondly smiling Steve on the other.
“Mornin’,” he said, gently cupping your face, his thumb rubbing across your cheek bone. He placed a quick kiss to your lips, almost like he didn’t know if he was allowed.
“Good morning,” you replied, returning his smile. “How’d you sleep?”
“Once Bucky stopped trying to grab my ass from across the bed? Pretty great.”
That startled a loud laugh out of you, and Bucky shushed you, messily pressing a finger to your face - you think he may have been aiming for your lips - before rolling over.
You stared at Steve’s face, taking in the flecks of green in his blue eyes and the freckles lightly dusting his nose, and thought about how you had wasted so much time when he could have been yours.
“Did you mean it?” His words snapped you out of your trance, and your eyes met his.
Your own hand reached to cup his face, and you laid like that, just looking into each other’s eyes for a moment.
“Of course I did, every single word.”
The smile that broke across his face lit you up inside, warming you even more than the two bodies encasing you. Your lips found each other then, a slow kiss that said more than any amount of words could. When one of his hands found your waist, gripping tight as he nipped at your bottom lip, you couldn’t help the moan that slipped out.
He tried to swallow it down, mindful that Bucky was still asleep beside you, but it was too late.
“If you’re going to fuck in my bed, at least let me join in.”
You laughed as Bucky’s arms came around you again, and Steve gave him a friendly shove, but you saw the blush in his cheeks, and you were surprised by how much you didn’t hate the idea.
-
By the time you made your way downstairs, it was well after noon and there were sounds of a meal being cooked in the kitchen.
You stepped onto the cool tile, both Steve and Bucky following close behind you, and found Sam nursing a bottle of water, Peter laying with his head in his arms at the kitchen table, and Natasha cheerily making pancakes, no sign of a hangover in sight.
Despite you relatively sobering up towards the end of the night, you still grabbed a bottle of water and the painkillers on the table, handing them to Bucky - who had his hood up and looked like he would rather be dead - as well.
Steve, as was the case with most Sunday mornings, joined Nat in the typical “look at these hungover idiots” conversation while said hungover idiots waited patiently for breakfast to be done.
Once everyone had eaten their fill and the worst of your hangovers started to wear off, Nat and Sam exchanged a look, and you were already rolling your eyes.
“So, you finally made a move, huh?” Same teased, winking at Steve. “It only took four years.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Steve tried to act nonchalant, but you could see the tell-tale blush across his cheeks as he slung an arm over the back of your chair, and you leaned into his side.
Peter, always the last to get it - despite the fact that he was graduating top of your class, the boy really lacked in the common sense department - finally put two and two together and his eyes went wide.
“Congrats, Steve! But what about -” His words were quickly cut off by Nat throwing a fork at him, though he caught it mere inches from his face. You wanted to question him, but Nat started talking about something Scott had done the night before.
As everyone else joined in, you were so caught up in the conversation that you missed the sad but pointed look Natasha gave Bucky.
-
It took about a week for you to notice.
You and Steve had been pretty caught up in each other, keeping to yourselves more than usual, but by the time Nat knocked on your apartment door, you had started scheming up a plan to corner Bucky.
With a glass of wine in your hand, you let her in and made your way to the kitchen to pour another.
“Have you talked to Buck lately?” She sounded casual, which you knew meant she was anything but casual.
“I was actually about to invite him over. Why?”
She let out a soft hum, noncommittal, and you eyed her warily.
“What did I do?” you sighed, because she always knew before you did. Always.
“Oh nothing.” It was never nothing.
“Natasha,” you whined, and she repeated your name in the same tone.
“Talk to him,” she ordered, draining the glass in her hands. “Please.”
And it was that whisper as she left your apartment that left you wondering how bad you had fucked up.
-
It was the next day, as Bucky sat on your couch for your usual movie night, that you finally got some kind of answer.
“Hey Buck,” you hedged as you scooted to face him, “how are you?”
He looked like a deer in headlights. “Me? I’m fine.”
“You didn’t come out with us last night.”
“I was tired.”
“Or game night before.”
“Busy.”
“Or to Nat’s last recital.”
“She knows why.”
Fine, if he was going to play stupid, you were going to have to play dirty.
You inched closer to him as he stared straight ahead at the TV, pretending not to notice.
In one quick motion, you tackled him onto the couch, tickling him as you straddled his hips. Since you were little, it was the most surefire way to get what you wanted from him. You couldn’t remember a time it hadn’t worked.
Except the last time you tried it you had been about 13, and now he was much taller and much stronger than you, so it took almost no effort for him to flip the tables, pinning you underneath him instead.
Your chest heaved, out of breath from the small amount of exertion, and when you looked up, Bucky’s face was so close to yours that you could feel his breath fan across your face.
So close you could- no. You were dating Steve. Bucky was your best friend. You were dating Steve.
Still, despite yourself, your eyes flicked to his lips and back up to his eyes, while he was doing the same. Before you could even think to move away, his lips were coming down over yours.
It lasted half a second, a short kiss packed full of emotion.
And then he was all but flying off of you, staggering and mumbling to himself. All you could make out was Steve and sorry, and you tried to make your way towards him, tried to calm him down, but he stayed out of your reach.
“Talk to Steve,” he said finally. “I’m sorry I- just- just talk to Steve. Please.”
And then you were left standing alone in your living room.
-
You paced the length of your apartment, trying to figure out what to do. You wanted to call Natasha, but you needed to talk to Steve first. But this wasn’t a conversation you could have with Steve over the phone. But if you showed up to their frat house, there was a chance you might run into Bucky first.
It took you all of five seconds to decide, and then you were shoving your feet in a pair of shoes and driving towards Steve.
-
There was no one in the living room when you walked in, and you didn’t pass anyone as you walked up the stairs. The house was a ghost town.
Steve was studying when you finally got to his room, and he broke into a smile at the sight of you, only for it to fall when he took in how distraught you looked.
“Baby? What’s wrong?” But something in his tone made you think he already knew.
“Bucky- he- oh Steve, I’m so sorry,” your voice broke, a sob coming through, and you felt sick to your stomach with guilt - not from the kiss, but the fact that you even wanted it.
He held you in his arms, and the guilt racked up even more as he stroked your back gently, whispering that everything would be okay. You didn’t deserve it.
“We were gonna wait to talk to you together. I guess he couldn’t wait.”
And that finally calmed down your tears, confusion settling just beside the pit in your stomach.
“What? What do you mean?” His hand stilled, now timid, and your confusion grew tenfold. “Steve, what do you mean?”
“He, well, we were going to talk to you. About our relationship.”
“Mine and yours?”
“Not exactly.” The voice came from behind you, and you turned to see Bucky there, hands stuffed in the pocket of his hoodie, looking like he didn’t think he belonged there.
But he always belonged with you and Steve.
Oh.
“I’m sorry, honey,” Steve spoke. “I was going to come over in a little bit, so the three of us could… sort things out.”
He sounded unsure, like maybe your reaction had changed his mind, but you shook your head.
“I -” You tried to speak, wanted to explain, but Bucky interrupted her.
“I kissed her.” You felt your face heat, shame coursing through you. “I tried to wait but… you know.”
“I know, Buck.” Steve held his arm out, beckoning him, and the three of you stayed like that, pressed together, and you felt so safe; you wanted to stay there between them forever.
Your boys.
“So,” you pulled back, looking at each of them, “care to explain a little bit?”
Steve tugged you towards the bed, still staying close, and Bucky followed suit. It was like neither of them could bear to stop touching you.
“Well,” Steve started, “I love you.”
Your breath hitched in your chest at the confession, and then Bucky spoke, “But I love you too. Have since we were 14 and you punch Quentin Beck in the face for making fun of my arm.”
The same arm that was tracing circles on your thigh now, cool metal seeping through denim, and he continued, “I always joked about it, us, because I was scared of losing you. Then I met Steve, and I loved him too.
“Then he met you, and it just seemed like it could be perfect. But I was still scared, then the two of you got together and I thought it was a lost cause.”
“And Bucky was never subtle,” Steve gave Bucky a pointed look, “I mean, the man joked about us being a throuple for the last three years, and it didn’t take me very long to realize he was never fully joking.”
You giggled, despite the tears now welling in your eyes again, and Bucky at least had the good sense to look sheepish. The pieces were falling into place, and it was turning out to be more than you could have ever hoped for.
“Turns out I love you idiots, too.” Their smiles were worth everything. “Now I need both of you to kiss me before I start crying again.”
Bucky placed a gentle kiss on your cheek, then turned your head and enveloped your lips in a kiss so passionate you were sure he could taste the tears now streaming down your face.
Steve wasted no time in turning you towards him and as he kissed you, Bucky placed kisses along your shoulder and neck, and you melted into them.
A bright smile lit the room as they shared a kiss across your body and in that moment, everything felt right.
Contents & Warnings || Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, non-con, explicit content/language, pet names, major age-gap (reader is early/mid 20’s, Bucky is early/mid 40’s), unprotected vaginal sex, daddy kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, mention of bodily fluids.
Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!
Kinktober Masterlist
Your stepdad cleverly took advantage of your mom being out of the house for the evening so that he could spend some quality time with you—by having vicious and hardcore sex, of course.
Time must have entirely slipped from you because you weren’t even sure how long you’d been going at it—30 minutes or 3 hours, but Bucky never seemed to tire or slow down. He never stopped fucking you.
You, on the other hand, were a complete mess with nothing on your mind than his cock inside you. Your body was aching and sensitive as you were on your knees and elbows on the bed—ass sore and abused with Bucky’s hips thrusting into you repeatedly from behind. Your tear-stained face pressed into the mattress.
You’d lost count of how many times you’d came, but it was more than your stepdad had ever drawn out from you in a single session. From the way he angled his hips, making the tip of his cock brush your oversensitive sweet spot, indicated that he had the intention of making you come hard again.
“I-I can’t,” you sobbed into the material.
“Yes, you can, angel,” he uttered with a hoarse tone laced in his voice.
He fisted his hand into your hair and pulled your face up from the mattress, making you yelp as he strained your neck and made it harder for you to breathe. You caught a glimpse of yourself and him tangled together in the mirror in front. Your body twisted and bent in such a way that it was easy for him to take what belonged to him—you. The way he was fucking you, fast, raw and dirty, should almost be considered illegal due to how lewd it was.
He stilled inside you before leaning over. His warm breath fanned across your face as his voice was rough and heavy in the air as he talked, making your pussy flutter against his cock. You met his dark eyes in the mirror. There was nothing but dominance swimming in them.
“Look at you, angel. Look at you kneeling before me. Body so responsive and submissive to my each and every need. You’re gonna watch as I fucking take this hole and make it squirt and quiver like the needy little thing it is.”
He pulled back till only his tip was inside before he slowly filled you up again with his huge cock, making you feel every inch and ridge of him. Your face contorted, and your eyes crossed once you were all full and stuffed again, making Bucky chuckle in your ear, shivers running down your spine.
“Such a pretty girl you are.”
He pushed the side of your face down into the soft surface but making sure that you could still see what he was doing to you in the mirror.
His length penetrated your velvet walls again—hips slapping against your backside with each forceful thrust. His tip brushed against your sweet spot with each stroke, having you become a blubbering mess as your mind floated between “I can’t take it anymore” and “don’t fucking stop.” Once his calloused fingers found the place where you and he were connected, toying with your aching bundle of nerves, you couldn’t hold back that much longer.
“Look at your daddy fucking you, sweet girl.”
You almost didn’t recognise yourself as you watched you and him in the mirror. You’d become nothing more but an object for him to use.
The combination of all the sensations had your body shuddering in bliss. A sob fell from you as the stimulation became too much, and you exploded around his cock, making a mess all over yourself and him. Your hands fisted the sheets as tears spilled from you, wetting the material. The pleasure travelled through the nerves lined in your spine, making you convulse on the bed.
Your pulsating walls and the way you fell apart enticed Bucky as grunts, moans, and groans escaped him as he chased his high. A few more brutal thrusts into your tightness, and he finally came deep inside you, coating your walls and stuffing you full of his warm seed as he muttered in your ear what a good little whore you were for him.
Bucky stilled inside you for a few moments, letting his cum fill you up entirely before he sloppily fucked you both through the earth-shattering orgasm.
He couldn’t stop watching you both in the mirror, and you were bewitched by the sight as well.
Once you were well fucked-out, Bucky smacked your sore ass harshly, making you yelp out at the stinging pain. He pulled out of your oversensitive and abused hole before he cradled you in his arms, petting your hair lovingly.
“You were so good to me, angel,” he gave you a comforting kiss on your forehead, “daddy will take care of you now.”
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Welcome to my Kinktober and Flufftober 2022 Masterlist! This is my first official go at this event and I’m really excited to participate! I will post a mix of smutty and fluffy fics.
All of these are with Bucky Barnes + AUs.
These stories are intended for people over the age of 18. If you are a minor, DO NOT interact with any of these stories!
Please read the individual warnings for each fic!
Day 1 || Teasing — Stepdad!Bucky
Day 2 || Dirty Talk — TFATWS!Bucky
Day 3 || Autumn Leaves — TFATWS!Bucky
Day 4 || Handjob — Dilf!Neighbour!Bucky
Day 5 || Blowjob — CEO!Bucky
Day 6 || Farmers Market — TFATWS!Bucky
Day 7 || Fingering — Jock!Bucky
Day 8 || Eating Out — CEO!Bucky
Day 9 || Preparations— TFATWS!Bucky
Day 10 || Cockwarming — Professor!Bucky
Day 11 || Mutual Masturbation — Mob!Bucky
Day 12 || Warm Cuddles — TFATWS!Bucky
Day 13 || Food Play — TFATWS!Bucky
Day 14 || Role Play — CEO!Bucky
Day 15 || Winery — Mob!Bucky
Day 16 || Break
Day 17 || Phone Sex — TFATWS!Bucky
Day 18 || Mirror Sex — Stepdad!Bucky
Day 19 || Scary Movie — Roommate!Bucky
Day 20 || Thigh Riding — Mob!Bucky
Day 21 || Thigh Fucking — Beefy!Priest!Bucky
Day 22 || Halloween Prank — Roommate!Bucky
Day 23 || Overstimulation — Stalker!Bucky
Day 24 || Breeding Kink — Stepdad!Bucky
Day 25 || Haunted House — TFATWS!Bucky
Day 26 || Face Sitting — Beefy!Librarian!Bucky
Day 27 || Edging — Mob!Bucky
Day 28 || Haunted Hotel— TFATWS!Bucky
Day 29 || Knife Play — Stalker!Bucky
Day 30 || Double Penetration — Beefy!Priest!Bucky
Day 31 || Trick or Treat — Dilf!Neighbour!Bucky
Flufftober Moodboards
— Autumn Leaves
— Farmers Market
— Preparations
— Warm Cuddles
— Winery
— Scary Movie
— Halloween Prank
— Haunted House
— Haunted Hotel
— Trick or Treat
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Mean!Steve waiting for the food service worker who got his order wrong 😌
The Customer Is Always Right
Pairing: Mean!Steve x F!Reader.
Words: 1.1K.
Warnings: non-con, mean!Steve is mean, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, 18+. MINORS DNI.
A/N: Hope you enjoy lovely, and thank you for sending this in! Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.
It’s late when you leave work, the cool night air helping to relax you after a long and sticky-warm shift. The height of summer is slowly creeping up and the small restaurant’s air conditioning struggles to keep up with the intense temperatures that peak during the day.
With a small wave, you say your goodbyes to your colleagues, and head off in the direction of your car, taking the walk slowly so you can bask in the fresh breeze helping to cool you. You reach into your bag for your keys, only looking up when your fingers curl around them.
The man is instantly familiar as he boldly strides out of the shadows, making you jump. He’s recognisable anywhere considering he’s Steve Rogers, and it felt like an honour to wait on him when he seated himself in your section earlier in the evening. You couldn’t wait to tell him what a hero he is, how he’s idolised and revered in your household, but very quickly you had come to realise that the man who’s so admired by your father is simply propaganda. A legend made up by politicians, a fabrication. A myth of colossal proportions.
Afraid he’s come back to continue his tirade of abuse, you immediately start to retreat.
“Are you dumb? How hard is it to write down some words? Or are you that stupid you can’t even do that right?”
“I’m sorry, sir-um, Mr. Rogers, I’ll take it back for you right now.”
“No, I want the correct order. I don’t give a fuck what you do with this.” He reaches out, using his index finger to flip up the plate in your hand, but your reflexes aren’t quick enough to stop it from crashing to the floor. You stand there in shock, not believing what just happened as he looks at the floor before glancing back up at you, a cruel smirk on his lips. “Bring me my food before you clean that shit up.”
You had written down his order correctly despite his insistence that you hadn’t, and even though the issue lay with the kitchen staff, you refused to pass blame, knowing you should’ve checked it before bringing it to him.
The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, remembering the way he watched you clean up the food and broken porcelain while he ate, occasionally chuckling to himself as you clearly battled with the mess. Steve left a sour taste in your mouth for the rest of the evening, his smirking face taunting you even long after he vacated his table.
You stare at each other in silence until eventually he breaks it, speaking uncharacteristically soft.
“Don’t run off, I just wanna talk.” He steps closer, causing your body to tense. You clutch your keys tighter in your fist, getting ready to use them if necessary.
“Ta-talk about what?”
“How I behaved tonight. I was having a bad day and I snapped at the wrong person, I’m sorry.”
You scoff. “I’ve had a bad day too, but I didn’t take it out on the customers. But seeing as my shift is over,” you give a cursory glance down at your watch, “go fuck yourself.”
Fiddling with your car key, you manage to get it in the lock just as he snaps, “You’re not gonna accept my apology?”
“You wouldn’t accept mine for a truly genuine mistake, so…” you trail off with a small shrug. “Enjoy the rest of your night, Mr. Rogers.”
He closes the gap between you, slamming his palm across the door, preventing you from opening it. “I don’t think you understand…”
“What am I supposed to understand? That you’re not an asshole ‘cause you sure act like one.”
“You should show me a little respect,” he warns, his features darkening. He’s right up in your personal space now, urging you backwards until the backs of your thighs collide with the side of your car. How he’s managed to manipulate the situation so you’re effectively trapped between him and the vehicle, you’ve no idea. “Do you even know who I am?”
You think back to all of the television broadcasts, the interviews your father obsessively watched— how kind, gentile Steve seemed. How the man standing before you is nothing like him. You don’t know this man at all. “No, I don’t.”
“This country is indebted to me a hundred lifetimes over,” he spits, his breath hot against your face. “If I wanna complain that some idiot waitress couldn’t get my measly fuckin’ order right, I can. And if I feel like fuckin’ some brain cells into you,” sudden pressure blooms between your thighs, and you look down aghast at the sight of his hand pressed against your clothed cunt, “then I’ll damn well do that too.”
His words and actions take you aback, until the sheer magnitude of what he’s saying and doing hits you like a ton of bricks. Fight or flight kicks in and you hit him with your key-enclosed fist, feeling metal scrape flesh as a dull groaning hiss escapes him. You quickly dart out from his clutches, bolting back towards the restaurant, and your hands fumble with the keys, desperate to get to safety. Lashing out only gives you a minuscule head start but as Steve pursues you, his super speed easily cancels out your attempt to outrun him.
Your chest aches as you try to breathe through the fear, Steve’s footsteps pounding hard against the tarmac behind you. The restaurant is just in reach. Your palm sting from the keys embedded in your skin when he grabs you, slamming you into the brick wall.
A pained cry leaves your lips as he pins you with his body weight, hands tearing into your uniform and cold air rushes and prickles over your ass.
“You think you’re too good to accept Captain America’s apology?” he hisses behind you. Hot tears stream down your cheeks as wet warmth smears across your bare skin. “Bet you think you’re too good for my cock too.”
The warmth builds as it sits between your cheeks before it shifts— further, deeper— until the uncomfortable heat is teasing at your entrance and pushes its way in without warning.
An open-mouthed, silent scream leaves you and Steve chuckles behind you— a disgusting, execrable sound that makes your stomach roll and twist with nausea as he sinks into you, impossibly deep.
He’s slow pulling out and even slower driving himself back inside you, your velvet heat tightening around his cock with every thick, serum-given inch.
When his hips finally meet your ass, he hums, brushing the hair back from around your ear to whisper, “No woman is too good for me. Not even you.”
“Please, stop,” you whimper, “I’m sorry.”
He draws back, and the drag is exquisitely sublime. You move slightly, trying to find an angle that’s not so uncomfortable and Steve growls, seemingly delighted that you're participating. “Don’t worry, doll, by the time I’m done you’ll be thanking me.”
Pairing: dark!Winter Soldier x f!reader (any race)
WC: 2.1k
Summary: The Soldier has been watching you for some time now, but tonight he will finally act on his urges.
Warnings: dark!!, stalking, knife play, pet names [little lamb], smut [p in v], oral [m receiving], degredation
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When you first noticed the feeling, you'd thought you were crazy—the feeling of eyes on you, of someone following you. But when you looked around, you saw nothing.
It used to be easy to convince yourself that no one was there, but you saw him yesterday.
You saw him slip around the corner as you whipped around. He didn't move quite fast enough for you not to catch a glimpse of his dark eyes and built frame.
Tonight, you sit on your bed and stare at the window, unable to tear your eyes away from it. You're sure you saw him; you'd recognize those eyes anywhere.
But the longer you sit, the heavier your eyelids get. It isn't long before you're asleep, unaware of the man climbing up the side of the building and sliding your window open.
You don't hear as he slips through the window frame and steps into your room.
The Soldier stands beside your bed and watches your chest rise and fall with every breath.
He has never seen anything like you, anyone so beautiful.
It didn't start innocently, but he wouldn't have it any other way. He saw you walking down the street and couldn't help himself.
Your shy nature, the way you cowered out of the way of oncoming people. It called to him.
You shift in your sleep, and he runs his metal fingers down your bare arm. You'd fallen asleep in a pair of short flowy sleep shorts and a tank top.
"Hm, little lamb, you've dressed so perfectly for me tonight."
You stir at the sound of his words. Your eyes flutter open, and you freeze under his cold gaze.
You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He leans over you, dropping his head down beside you.
You try to shift away, but his hand shoots out and grips your chin.
"Hello, my lamb," he whispers, holding your face close.
"Who- who- who are you," you ask, voice shaking.
The Soldier shakes his head, not finding it necessary to answer your question.
Instead, he dips his head and breathes you in, taking in your scent, your softness. Somehow, even though he is right beside you, finally being able to smell you makes you more real to him.
"Please, I'll do anything," you shudder, "please don't hurt me." The Soldier returns his gaze to you and smirks.
"My poor little lamb." The Soldier stands at his full height, towering over you. "All I want to do is hurt you."
You don't dare take your eyes off him as his hand snaps to his belt. When his hand comes back into view, you see the glint of a blade practically glowing in the moonlight.
You can't help the whimper that escapes your lips at the sight of it. The Soldier twirls it through his fingers with an elegance that, for some reason, doesn't surprise you.
It's hard not to imagine what he's going to do to you with the blade, if he'll make it quick or if he'll draw it out. Judging by the deadly look on his face, you think it'll be the latter.
He runs the knife down your cheek, the sharp point grazing your skin as it glides.
"I want to ruin you, to paint you with the darkness that flows through my veins. My sacrificial lamb, ready for the slaughter."
You shiver under his gaze; your heart races.
"P-please," you whimper, not even sure what you're begging for.
"You're pathetic," he whispers. "My pathetic little lamb."
He drops his head and runs his nose along your neck. The hand gripping the knife stays by your face, a reminder of the danger the man above you could commit.
His other hand grips your waist before slipping down to your pussy.
You jolt at the feeling of him touching you, but the man's grip on you keeps you from knicking yourself on the blade.
He lets his fingers graze over the fabric covering you, ghosting touches that send electricity up your spine.
You know it's fucked up, oh my god, so fucked up, but you crave more. You want him to touch you, to really touch you.
And he knows.
"You're so fucking needy," he taunts, not giving in to your wishes.
Your body thrums with energy, pulses under his touch, and he knows how much you crave him.
He's only been in your room for a few moments, yet here you are, already wrapped around his finger.
"I knew you'd be a good little lamb for me the moment I laid eyes on you," he chuckles, giving you a little more pressure against your clit. "I saw you, and I knew."
You feel yourself getting wetter at his words. It's like he bore into your head and discovered all your deepest fantasies.
"I knew I'd be able to get you on your knees, ready to please me. Are you gonna prove me right?" He asks, pressing the palm of his hand against your clit.
You arch into him, feeling the blade's sharp edge against your cheek.
"Answer me," he commands.
"Y-yes," you nod, not caring about the possibility of cutting your cheek on his knife.
"Good girl." The Soldier stands and removes the knife from your face, but he doesn't put it away.
His metal arm reaches out and grips you by your hair, tugging you up and off the bed and onto the floor.
You land on your knees in front of him, staring up at the mountain of a man.
His gaze is deadly as he unbuckles his belt with just one hand.
Your mouth waters at the sight of his cock bobbing out of his pants when he finally opens them.
The Soldier's metal fingers lace through your hair as he guides your lips to his cock.
"Show me how good you can be," he grunts as your breath ghosts over him.
You nod as best you can with his fingers in your hair and lick up his shaft to his tip.
It's a challenge fitting him in your mouth, but the sound he makes as your wet tongue slides over him makes you try even harder.
"Fuck, you feel so good, little lamb. Just like I knew you would." You lose yourself in the action of pleasing him; you don't care how messy you're being or what you look like. All you care about is making him feel good.
He presses you further down on his cock, and you sputter around it. The Soldier's hips stutter and heat licks in your belly at the thought that you make him lose control.
You don't notice you're pressing your thighs together until he scolds you for it.
"I'll fuck you when you've proven to me that you're worthy of it," he grunts, pressing you down on his cock until your nose hits his pelvis.
He roughly pushes you off his dick, and you suck in a few deep breaths, spit dripping off your chin.
"Come here and clean up your fucking mess," the Soldier commands.
You move to stand, but he shakes his head; you know what he wants.
After another breath, you get on your hands and knees and crawl back toward him.
"What a good little lamb," the Soldier whispers as you begin to clean the spit off his cock with your tongue.
You stare up at him, loving the way his brow furrows in concentration while you clean him. You love how his fingers tighten in your hair, gripping and pulling, making your scalp ache.
He pulls you off of him with a pop, and it's as if he can read your mind.
"You want me to fuck you?" He asks, fake sympathy coating his voice.
"Please," you reply, voice hoarse. Your clit is pulsing with need, and you find yourself pressing your thighs together again to relieve the pressure.
"Hm, I like when you're begging." The man tightens his grip on your hair as he nods, watching saliva drip down your chin. He tugs you onto the bed, releasing you for only a moment before gripping your ankles and positioning you the way he wants you.
He presses your face into the mattress, your ass high in the air.
You hear the flick of his knife open, and you shiver with anticipation of what is to come.
The chill of the blade is just noticeable enough for you to feel it run down your spine. The Soldier puts just enough pressure on it to cut open your tank top but not cut you. The fabric falls from your back and pools at your hands. He cuts open your shorts and panties next, leaving you bare for him.
"Time for you to take what I give you," he grunts, positioning himself behind you. The mattress dips with his weight, and you can feel the heat radiating from him.
He rubs his cock against you a few times, teasing you and making you squirm.
It's impossible to not whine as he teases you, impossible to keep your noises contained. "Fuck," you whimper as his cock bumps your clit.
"You're going to look so beautiful impaled on my cock," the man whispers, leaning over you to speak next to your face.
His voice is deep and gravelly, and it somehow turns you on more. He bites your earlobe, tugging it with his teeth as he pushes into you in a brutal thrust.
You groan at the feeling. He's so deep inside you, and the stretch burns a little with no preparation.
"Oh my god," your voice comes out broken and weak; you can practically feel him feeding off your pitiful state.
"There is no god, little lamb." The man sits back up and begins to fuck you with long, deep strokes, hitting all the right spots inside you.
His grip on your hips is the only thing holding you up; you are entirely and wholly at his mercy.
The Soldier uses your body in the way he's dreamed about since the moment he laid eyes on you. You feel even better than he thought you would; the way you squeeze him sends him spiraling.
He loves the way you look, the way you stare up at him with lust-blown eyes. He loves the way you gave in to him, the way you let him do whatever he wanted.
As he fucks you now, all he can think of is how perfect you are. He made a good decision choosing you.
He especially loves the sounds you make. You're so vocal without realizing it. Every time he touches you, every time his cock brushes that spot inside of you, you're whimpering and moaning.
You respond so well; you're so good for him.
"My perfect little lamb," he grunts, picking up the pace of his thrusts.
You can't help but preen at his praise. "So fuckin' perfect, taking what I give you. You like it? Yeah? You like being fucked like a whore?"
No one's ever spoken to you like this, called you those names, but you love it. It makes you want him more. You press your hips back against him, urging him to fuck you more.
Your lack of response earns you a threat with his blade. He presses it against your spine again, this time harder.
"Answer me."
"Yes," you moan. "Yes, I love it so much." You hear his satisfied huff as his other hand leaves your hip to circle your clit.
Electricity shoots through you as he brings you to your peak. Your toes curl, and your back arches, taking everything he's giving you.
"You want to come?" He taunts, staggering his thrusts.
"Please, please, please," you beg wantonly, not caring how pathetic you sound.
"Well, when you ask so nicely," he replies, voice trailing off as he evens out his pace, bringing you right back to the edge.
It only takes a few more moments for you to explode. Your whole body shakes as you come.
The Soldier watches the beautiful sight in front of him, and it sends him over the edge; he spills into you and fucks it deeper and deeper into you.
You collapse onto the mattress, black creeping in on your vision.
You fall asleep, completely exhausted, before he leaves.
The Soldier watches your eyes dip closed, satisfied. A little voice in his head whispers to clean you up, and for once, he listens to it.
He carefully and gently cleans you up before placing a blanket over your sleeping form.
He remains in your room for a few more moments and only leaves when the sun begins to rise.
When leaves, it is with whispered parting words before slipping out the window.
"I will see you again, little lamb. Soon, very soon."
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Of Course It’s A Sex Position, Captain Vanilla: Part One
Non-Dark Masterlist
No under 18s thank you
This is a collaboration with the gorgeous and wildly talented @caffiend-queen - go check her out here
Summary: On the night Clint Barton is declared dead, the mere muttering of “Rock Lobster” will forever change the lives of Steve Rogers, his devoted girlfriend and the Avengers. Secrets will be revealed, sex lives turned upside. And nothing will ever be the same again.
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Reader (Polly)
Warnings: Smut, bad games night etiquette, accidental voyeurism, be careful what covert names you give your sex tapes.
This is going to be a series… although I don’t know the length. It’s based off this request from a lovely nonnie.
Warnings: The first chapter is tame, setting the tone for what is to come. Currently the characters in this chapter are in high school but the next chapter they will be aged up to adults. I will post warnings for the next chapter when the time comes but if you read the request then you know that it will be 18+ only going forward.
Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Summary | Scrawny Steve Rogers has been your best friend since elementary school. Despite his powerful mob boss of a father, known only to those as the King of New York, you’re his protector and confidante. As the time passes and your lives go different routes, the tables have turned and you need him to protect you.
“Leave him alone!”
The teen standing in front of Steve whipped around to face you, blood on his knuckles as he cracked his neck from side to side. He wasn’t much bigger than you but to the boy on the ground, he was considered a giant.
“Why do you care?” he hissed, his fingers curled back into a fist as he drew back his arm. “Teaching this punk some respect.”
Your best friend was pressed against the corner, struggling to get up as his eye was swollen shut. Furious at the sight, you shrugged your backpack from your shoulders quickly, wielding it in a wide circle as the heavy bag connected with the side of the attacker’s face so fast that he didn’t have time to react.
𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 || helmut zemo, bucky barnes and sam wilson x reader
(this is a sequel to 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭-𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞, I recommend reading that first although it’s not 100% necessary… it would make this make a lot more sense though)
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : it was just a matter of time before he upped the ante, all four of you knew that, but taking you all on a vacation specifically for this was a bit over-the-top.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 7.9k (hoo boy)
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : smut (foursome/group sex + a scene that’s just zemo/reader, cockwarming, d/s dynamics, brief oral f receiving, a touch of dubcon/cnc but it’s very subtle and the reader is 100% consenting), established zemo x reader, sugar daddy relationship, ‘sir’ kink (with zemo), ‘daddy’ kink (with sam), orgasm control/denial, overstimulation, creampie, praise with light degradation, possessiveness (but also sharing, lol), exhibitionism/voyeurism, choking, brief anal mention, once again technically cuckolding but not in the typical sense, slight corruption kink?, too many robes, latin sokovian (or as I like to call it, serbukromanian), also assume that whenever the reader and zemo are alone they are speaking sokovian even though I write the convos in english for the sake of simplicity
thank you for being my beta @nsfwsebbie !!
When your Baron told you he wanted to take you on a vacation, you immediately assumed it would be to the mountains or some European city full of history and culture. Instead, you were a bit surprised to hear he was interested in a beach resort, a private villa he had purchased in French Polynesia.
