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Pickup Game

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 3509

Warnings: Flirt, Fluff, Smut, Oral (f rec)

Summary: An after party game of pickup lines leads to a confession and an even more fun night in bed.

A/N: Special thanks to my hype princess & beta reader @whisperlullaby.

The after party of just Avengers and close friends was in full swing. Drinks and laughter flowed as you enjoyed each other's company.

“Okay, okay. Your best pick up line! Let’s have ‘em!” Clint yells over the most recent spate of laughter. “Tony, whatcha got?”

Tony smirks before opening his arms wide and declaring, “I am Iron Man.” He grins as everyone heckles him, “What can I say? Works every time!”

“Really?” Pepper raises an eyebrow.

“Used to! Used to work,” Tony backpedals. “Rhodey, save me here, buddy!”

“Okay, okay,” Rhodey laughs as he glances at Natasha who is standing by him and tugs at his sleeve, “Feel my shirt. Know what it’s made of? Boyfriend material.”

"Nice," Natasha scoffs.

"Let's hear yours then!" Rhodey huffs.

"Ever had a White Russian?" Natasha asks, holding up her glass.

"No," Rhodey looks at her suspiciously.

"Want to?" She says seductively.

Rhodey chuckles, "Smooth. Okay, Clint, what've you got?"

Clint bats his eyes at Sam, standing next to him and says, "Well, here I am. What are your other two wishes, big boy?"

Sam laughs while rolling his eyes, "So, what you guys are telling me is that you have no game?"

"Give us your best then, Rocket Man!"

"You know, dating is a numbers game. So, can I have yours?" Sam grins.

"Boooring!" Tony heckles. "Steve, what's your favorite?"

"I've never been good with pickup lines. That was more Bucky's territory," Steve tilts his head towards the dark-haired super soldier.

"Thanks," Bucky says sarcastically, "I'm a little out of practice with pickup lines."

"Aw, come on, Buck, give it a shot," you pipe in and then try to hide your embarrassment at having drawn attention to yourself. Even though you hoped he'd test out the line on you. Your attraction to the man was undeniable and you'd harbored a crush since you'd met him. You leaned back against the wall with your hands behind your back and raised your eyebrow in challenge to him.

Bucky's face betrayed a moment of discomfiture before he straightened his shoulders and stepped over to you. He placed a hand on the wall above you, leaning in with a small smirk, "If I told you you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?"

You could hear some chuckling and comments in the background but it faded as you stared up at Bucky. God, he was fine as hell and you were doing your best to control your erratic heartbeat.

"Sorry, doll, that wasn't very good, huh?"

You don't know where the gall came from but, before you realized what you were doing the words slipped out of your mouth. "Don't worry, Buck, I'm not big on being picked up. I prefer to be pinned down." Your eyebrow raised as you said the words and you smirked, bringing your glass to your lips for a sip.

Bucky's jaw drops as the room erupts in laughter and cheers. Tony crows, "She wins!"

Clint laughs heartily as he agrees, "Hands down!"

After a few moments, you reach up and close Bucky's mouth, “And to answer your questions, yes, I would,” you whisper with a wink as you walk away.

A little while later, the party was winding down and you decided it was time to slip out. Your nerves were getting the better of you. Thoughts ran amuck as to what Bucky thought of you and whether the attraction you felt was reciprocated. He’d been in a conversation with some of the guys since the game ended and you hoped to catch a glimpse, some sign of mutual interest but now you were walking away with your tail between your legs. God, what must he think of you and that brazen comment.

Hitting the button for the elevator, you berate yourself for thinking you ever stood a chance. Your head snapped up when a deep voice whispered, “You know, you have a beautiful body.”

Grinning, you turn and press yourself against Bucky, “Is that so?”

“Yeah,” Bucky smirks at you. Without warning, he stoops and picks you up as if you weigh nothing.

“Bucky!” You squeal as the elevator doors open.

He carries you in, hitting the button for his floor with his elbow, “Don’t worry, doll. I know you aren’t big on being picked up but I’ll have you pinned down soon enough.”

You raise your eyebrow at him, “It was just a line, Buck.”

His confidence falters for a second, “Oh, uh-”

“Don’t worry, baby. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it,” you smirk.

“Oh, you’re naughty,” Bucky laughs.

“I prefer ‘playful’.”

“I like playful,” Bucky adjusts you in his arms so that your back is pressed to the elevator wall and your faces are at the same level.

You use the opportunity to wrap your legs around him and look at him expectantly.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks.

You’re surprised by the request after the way he’d handled you. It warmed your heart that he would seek your consent and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face, “Please.”

The kiss is intense. He presses into you as his lips move over yours. His tongue slips out seeking entry and you oblige him immediately. You separate only when the elevator dings your arrival. He lowers your legs gently and takes your hand. Leading you down the hallway, Bucky says awkwardly, “I, uh, was kind of surprised when you, um, said that tonight.”

“What? The pickup line?” You tilt your head as you look at him.

“No, the… thing you whispered afterwards.”

“Really, why?” You thought your feelings for him were fairly obvious.

“I mean, I’m a mess and you’re so put together. I just,” he shrugs, “kinda thought you were out of my league, ya know.”

“No,” you laugh, “no, I don’t know. I have never thought of myself as put together. Thanks for that but I’m kind of a mess, too. I think we all are in our own ways.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” Bucky smiles as he opens his door and guides you in.

You suddenly feel awkward as you walk inside the room. The passion displayed in the elevator had mellowed as you walked and talked together into a camaraderie. You were unsure how to get back to it.

“Would you like a drink?” Bucky asks as he comes up behind you, his lips brushing your neck and his hands caress your hips. You jump a little at the unexpected contact.

“I think I had enough earlier,” you breathe, heat pooling between your legs.

“I haven’t had enough, I haven’t had nearly enough. I need another taste,” Bucky says as he turns you around to capture your mouth. You oblige him willingly, snaking your arms around his neck as you arch into him.

Abandoning any reserve you would normally have, you reach for the buttons on his shirt. He reaches for the zipper of your dress but his hands still. You pull back to look at him curiously.

“You’re sure?” He asks.

You smile and pull the tails of his shirt from his pants while saying, “Barnes, if you don’t get me naked and pin me down, I will never forgive you.”

He pulls you against him forcefully, grinning as he pulls down your zipper, “We can’t have that.”

Clothes are discarded quickly as he backs you to the bed. Bucky slides his hands into your panties to grab your ass and you gasp when he picks you up. Laying you on the bed he pulls your panties off. You expect him to follow you down but instead his eyes take a slow path up your body. Propping yourself on your elbows, you resist the urge to cover yourself but tremble as he studies you. He smiles, grabs a discarded t-shirt, and rips the bottom half from it. Your eyebrow raises at the display.

“And what do you plan to do with that, Sgt. Barnes?”

His smirk as he advances has butterflies dancing in your stomach. He grabs your arms, twists the shirt around your wrists, and hauls them above your head as he pins you to the bed.

“Happy now?” Bucky rumbles as he kisses your neck.

“Almost. I’d like these off,” you use your legs to pull at the underwear he still has on, “and an orgasm or two would be nice.”

Holy shit, you don’t know where this confidence had come from. Maybe because Bucky wanted you. Maybe because of whatever drink that was that Natasha had handed you. Whatever it was, you were enjoying the results.

“Only one or two?” Bucky teases as he nibbles along your clavicle. “I bet I can do better.”

“Is that so?” You gasp as his tongue plays over your nipple.

“Mm-hm,” he murmurs before plucking at your other nipple with his lips. He lets go of your hands that are still bound above your head as he slides his tongue down your stomach. Your breathing picks up when he reaches your navel and proceeds to kiss his way down to your mound. Your eyes screw shut to take in every sensation. When he spreads your legs further apart, you feel the contrast of warm skin and cool metal on your thighs. Anticipation builds, making you lick your lips and you can’t help the whimper that slips out when you feel a gentle finger trace your slit.

“Fuck,” Bucky whispers reverently before his tongue follows the same path as his fingers. His metal arm curls around your leg and he rests his hand on your abdomen, effectively holding you in place as he explores your folds. It was almost unbearable, the way his tongue slid around to touch everywhere but where you needed him most.

“Bucky, please,” you whimper desperately.

His chuckle rumbles against your core. His fingers replace his tongue, taking the same lazy path. “Poor baby, am I not giving you what you want?” His finger tip barely grazes your clit and you whine. “Are you feeling needy?” His finger circles your entrance and his tongue gives the softest lick to your clit. Your hips flex, desperate for more friction, making Bucky press his metal hand more firmly against you. “I like seeing you like this.” Another small lick to your clit. “Wet, under me, and so desperate.”

“Bucky, pleeeaase,” you can’t keep the whine out of your voice. You don’t think you’ve ever been quite so turned on and the teasing was making you a writhing mess.

“Say please again and maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

“Please!” the word rushes out of you. His fingers and tongue driving you mad.

His tongue moves slowly, lapping back and forth over your clit while his finger still teases. It’s maddeningly delicious but not enough at the same time. He holds your hips hostage, not allowing you to move. You mewl with each motion of his tongue over you, your body on fire and screaming for just a little more until your mouth opens to plead, “More! Oh, god, I need more!”

Bucky lifts his head, a devilish smirk across his mouth, “Oh, precious, you didn’t say please. We’ll have to start all over again now.” His finger goes back to tracing the slow path over your cunt.

“What?” You gape at him as he plays with you.

“You didn’t say please, doll,” Bucky repeats, allowing his lips to brush over your thigh, far too far from where you wanted his lips.

You felt like crying. You felt like screaming. You felt like ripping off your bindings, flipping him over, and riding his face until you came all over it. Unfortunately, you knew you’d never overpower him and, if you were really honest with yourself, this little game he was playing was hot as fuck. You’d never been treated like this and he had made you a gushing mess.

“I’m sorry, Bucky. Please, please, I need more,” you whimper at him with doe eyes, hoping for a reprieve.

“You need more, precious?” Bucky’s finger grazes lightly over your clit.

“Oh, please!” Your hips try to buck against his hold but he merely chuckles as he holds you in place easily. His finger circles your clit slowly as his tongue takes a meandering path up your thigh.

“Please, baby, please!” You whine as he makes his way back to your apex and are rewarded when his tongue takes the place of his finger. His motions are still slow and deliberate while his finger brushes over your entrance again causing you to clench around nothing. Desperate for more, you start to say the one word you know will earn you some relief, “Plea- OOH!!!-” In the middle of your plea, his finger had entered you and he sucked on your clit suddenly. “Yes, fuck, please, please, please…,” the word became your only mantra as he fucked you with fingers and tongue. Your legs began to shake and then he curled his fingers into that perfect spot, making bright white flash before your eyes and a scream rend from your throat. You came hard, your muscles clenching. Your legs try to close but Bucky’s broad shoulders between them keep you open to him. He laps at you through the aftershocks.

“Fuck, I could stay here for days,” Bucky groaned. His fingers curled slowly as his tongue made gentle licks.

You gasped and moaned, words and thoughts hard to come by in the haze. “Bucky,” you finally manage to whisper his name as if it was the sweetest endearment.

“I know. I know, doll. Don’t worry, I’m not done yet,” his mouth nuzzled you as he said the words. Flicks of his tongue came closer together, “I need another one from you, precious. Gotta hear you make those sweet sounds again.”

“Bucky, oh, fuck. Please, it’s so good,” you gasp the words out, nearly overstimulated and yet still desperate for his touch.

“You know how hard I am hearing you say that?” Bucky groans against your clit, vibrations coursing through you. His tongue begins moving faster, making swift circles.

“I… I- fuck. Please,” you stutter, unable to form sentences anymore. Bucky’s fingers curl more firmly into that spongy spot inside and your back tries to arch despite his arm holding you firmly in place. He was moving his tongue as if his sole purpose in life was to make you fly into a million pieces. You were a whimpering mess, unable to form words and so close to the edge again. When he growled against you again, your eyes flew open and you looked down your body at him. His cobalt eyes met yours and the intensity in his gaze was a hit straight to your core. Your muscles began to spasm as you watched him, so focused on your pleasure and aroused by your responses. Your scream is stifled by the overwhelming intensity of the orgasm that rips through you. Your hands flex around the bonds that hold them in place.

As Bucky kisses his way back up your body, you manage to come back to yourself… mostly. You wanted to touch him, to hold him against you, to run your hands over his body. You attempt to untwist your hands from the scrap of t-shirt but the deceptively loose looking knot doesn’t budge.

“Bucky, baby, please can you untie me?” You whisper.

Bucky had paused at your breasts to show them some attention. They were deserving of the most reverent of worship in his mind. His tongue traced your nipple before he spoke, “Why? I’ve got you tied up, pinned down, and perfectly on display for me.”

“I want to touch you, please,” you gasp as he takes your nipple into his mouth to gently suckle.

“Hmm,” he muses as he makes his way to your other breast, giving it the same loving attention. “If you’ll answer a question for me.”

“Anything,” you sigh, enjoying each motion of his mouth over you. You feel the rumble of his chuckle at your quick response.

“How long?” He asks.

You slide your leg to brush against his cock, still covered by his boxer briefs before saying cheekily, “I didn’t bring a measuring tape with me but I’d say more than adequate.”

Bucky lets out a small moan at the contact and then chuckles, “Not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean, baby?”

“How long did I waste not having you in my bed?” Bucky asks as he brings his face level to yours.

“You mean, how long have I wanted you or are you asking how long I’ve liked you?”

“Both,” Bucky narrows his eyes but gives you a small smile.

“If I’m really honest, I’ve always wanted you. You’re kinda hot, ya know?” You smile and bite your lip.

“And the other?” Bucky asks, flexing his hips into you so that his hard cock nestles between your legs.

You gasp and arch into him, “About five minutes after meeting you.”

“Seriously, when?” Bucky scoffs gently.

“You were so sweet and a little self-conscious and I just adored you,” you nudged his nose with yours, encouraging his lips to find yours. He kissed you, long and lovingly, while he released your hands. You both seemed to settle into each other as your hands explored, finally free. The heat began to return, hips flexing into each other, craving the friction, but before things got too carried away, you cradled Bucky’s face in your hands and forced him to look at you. “How long?” You repeat his question.

“Always,” he whispers passionately before taking your mouth again.

It was all you needed. You reached for the band of his underwear, wanting nothing left to separate you. You managed to get the offending garment off of him and circle his cock with your hand. He takes a sharp intake of breath and then groans. Definitely more than adequate, you think to yourself.

“Doll,” Bucky presses his forehead to yours, “I need to be inside you.”

“Oh, precious, you didn’t say please,” you tease him, rubbing the head of his cock through your slick. Your core aches to be filled but you can’t resist the chance to tease him just a bit as he’d done to you earlier.

Bucky chuckles, “Knew I should have kept you tied up.”

You rub the head of his cock over your clit and whimper loudly in his ear, “I still haven’t heard it.” You pump him in your hand but still won’t let him slip into you despite his attempts to maneuver his hips.

“Fuuuuck, please!” Buchy growls, sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

You waste no time lining him up with your entrance. He presses in a few agonizingly slow inches before grabbing your hands and hauling them above your head. He stares into you as he growls out, “I should pin you down,” he sinks in a little more, “and tease you mercilessly.” His hips slide slowly forward until he’s fully seated inside of you. “But I don’t think either of us would survive it right now.” He slides out a couple of inches before snapping his hips forward, taking your breath away. He sets a slow but driving pace, staring into your eyes as he fucks you. His hands slide down to hold your face and he kisses you fiercely, his thrusts coming a little faster as he does. You wrap your arms around his chest, pulling him to you, sliding one down to grab onto his ass. You encourage every movement, the drag of his cock tipping you closer to the precipice.

He buries his face in your neck, whispering praises and encouragement, “Shit, you’re squeezing me so tight, doll.”

“Bucky, fuck, I’m gonna-,” your breath catches as you fall over the edge. Your body sings as you come, trembling and moaning with each wave.

“You’re so fucking pretty, doll. So fucking pretty,” Bucky grits out as you clench around him. It only takes a few more sloppy thrusts for him to lose himself inside you. His hips flex with each aftershock that hits him.

Rolling to his side, Bucky pulls you against him. You nuzzle his chest as you both catch your breath. Despite the lethargy settling over both of you, Bucky's hands wander continuously over your skin and you bask in the attention.

“You'll stay, won't you?” Bucky whispers.

“I don't know,” you say sleepily, “Do you hog the covers?”

Bucky chuckles, “I'm pretty good at sharing.”

“Mmm, then I'll stay,” you yawn and a little giggle escapes you.

“What?” Bucky smiles at your mirth-filled eyes.

“That's the first time a cheesy pick up line ever worked on me,” you giggle again.

“I'll have to come up with some others. See if I get lucky again,” Bucky laughs as he kisses the top of your head.

“I'd say your chances are pretty good,” you smirk at him, “But maybe next time, I should be the one to pin you down.”

“Only if you say please, doll.”

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Horizontal Bingo Masterlist

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut NSFW 18+

Word count: 471 + 100 word drabbles for each square

A/N: Thank you to the lovely @whisperlullaby for beta reading for me.

Dedicated to my darling friend @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

“Oh my God,” you whisper to yourself as you look over the bingo card that Natasha had messaged you. One blank copy and a second that she had filled out. Nearly every space on hers was blacked out and, as you read over each block, you realize how inexperienced you really are.

“What’s that, darling?”

The voice from behind you makes you jump, “Jesus, Loki! Don’t you know how to knock?”

The god chuckles, “Well, your door was cracked open. I assumed you were hoping that company would wander in.”

You had struck up a friendship with the god over a shared love of books and often spent evenings together. Loki was a flirt who loved double entendres but under his bravado was a kind heart. You enjoy spending time with him.

“Oh, sorry. What are you up to?” you ask sheepishly.

“Reading over your shoulder. Horizontal Bingo, huh? Did you win?” Loki smirks.

“Hardly.”

“That’s disappointing. How many did you get?” Loki’s breath curls over the skin of your neck as he leans over your chair to look at your phone.

“You first,” you hand him your phone.

“Usually it’s ladies first but I suppose I can make an exception,” he takes your phone and begins making marks.

Your stomach knots as you see him making multiple checkmarks. When he hands the phone back, your eyes widen, “Wow, that’s nearly a blackout.”

“Your turn,” Loki winks at you.

You feel heat suffuse your face and laugh nervously, “No, that’s okay.”

“It’s only fair, darling,” Loki raises an eyebrow.

“Fuck,” you say as you change the color to mark the card. Two ticks later, you’re handing the phone to him without making eye contact.

“Oh,” Loki says. “Well, you’ve done one thing I haven’t.”

“Yeah,” you snatch the phone back. “I never realized how vanilla and boring I am.”

“You’re not boring, darling.”

“Right,” you reply feeling embarrassed. You cross your arms, trying to shrink yourself.

“You’re not boring,” Loki whispers in your ear, making you shiver. His nose traces a line up your neck. “You’re just inexperienced with some of the nuances. I could help you with that.”

“What?” Your voice sounds far away to you. Your head is spinning with the way he’s touching you.

“We can come to a mutually beneficial agreement. I’d love to introduce you to the more intricate side of things.”

“You… you’d want to do that? With me?” You squirm as Loki tilts your head for better access to your neck.

“I’ve wanted you for a long time, darling,” Loki assures.

“But we’re just friends.”

“And now we’ll be friends with benefits.” Loki straightens and moves to stand in front of you. Holding out a hand, he says, “Let’s play Horizontal Bingo, pet.”

You stare up at him wide-eyed before taking his hand, “Okay.”

In a Room full of Candles

In the Kitchen

Beside the Fireplace

Food/Ice Play

Blindfolded

Choked

Restrained

In a Car

On a Plane

Hotel

Public Sex

On a Boat

On a Staircase

In a Hot Tub

On the Beach

In the Rain

In a Pool

Edging

Under the Stars

Anal

Double Penetration

Pegging

Squirted

In a Bed

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tuiccim · 2 days

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Thank you so much!

Keeping Bucky Warm

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Just ho thots. NSFW 18+. Dom/sub dynamics. Cockwarming. Toy play. Oral (m receiving)

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: This was originally posted as Toyed With featuring Billy Russo but a friend requested it reworked as Bucky with his vibranium arm. I hope you enjoy this updated version.

Bucky comes through the door and his hungry expression speaks volumes. He grabs your hand and walks resolutely to the bedroom without a word. Your clothes are discarded and Bucky’s eyes drift down your body. Self-consciously, you begin to cover yourself with your hands.

“Don’t,” Bucky commands softly. He had loved you from the first moment his eyes had landed on you. “Don’t you ever hide from me.”

You nod not meeting his eyes and drop your arms to your side. He places a finger under your chin, lifting your face. The ocean depths of his eyes draw you in and you find your voice, “Never.”

Bucky removes his shirt while your hands go to his belt. You look to him for permission and, once given, undo his pants and slide to your knees. You pull his pants and boxers down, guiding his feet out of them. Looking up at him, you lick your lips and wait for his instructions.

“Open,” Bucky caresses your cheek and you obey immediately. His thumb slips into your mouth and massages over your tongue.

“Lick,” his eyes watch as you lap at the pad.

“Suck.” Your lips close around the thick digit and suckle him until he pulls it out with a pop.

“Good girl,” his whisper has you clenching. “This time with my cock.” You open immediately for him to place himself on your tongue. He looks down at you as he guides himself in. After a moment, you swirl your tongue around his head and his breathing picks up. Never taking his eyes off of you, he slowly pumps into your mouth. Closing your lips around him, you suck him down all the while keeping your tongue pressed against the vein. His cool vibranium hand slides into your hair to guide you.

“Fuck,” he pulls himself out of your mouth and helps you to stand. He lays down on the bed with his head and shoulders propped up. “Sit.” Unsure of what he means, you sit on the side of the bed gingerly. “No, doll, on my cock.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

Fast as a snake strike, Bucky is sitting up and holding your face with his flesh hand, “Don’t apologize. You did what I asked. My instructions weren’t clear. I want you to sit on my cock facing me.”

“Y-yes, Bucky,” you climb on to the bed carefully as he lays back again, line him up with your entrance, and sink down as far as you can.

“All of it.” You work your hips for a minute, breathing erratically and letting out little moans, as your body adjusts and relaxes to allow you to fit all of his cock in you. With a whimper you manage to slide the last couple of inches in. His tip kissing your cervix. Bucky’s hands grab your thighs, “Stay. Don’t move from this spot until I tell you to.”

You bite your lip and nod, watching him wiggle his vibranium fingers as a buzzing sound emanates from them. He smiles up at you, “I got a little upgrade. Now, I want to see that beautiful face, feel you coming all around my cock.”

He drags his fingers down your mound. You gasp as he makes contact with your clit and your hips flex. Bucky pulls his hand away with a smirk, “No moving, doll.”

“I’m so-” you begin but Bucky’s eyes snaps to yours, silencing the apology. “Yes, sergeant.” His fingers are placed on your clit again and Bucky watches as your face contorts from the pleasure. You fight your instinct to move and Bucky rewards you by moving the vibe against you in delicious circles. “Oh, God,” you moan out as the feeling in your belly tightens.

“That’s it, doll. Just feel it. You’re doing so good. I can feel your pussy clenching around me. It’s fluttering.” You want so badly to move. To stir your hips and feel Bucky’s cock hitting deep but you fight it. Wanting to be good for Bucky. Craving his praise for following his commands. “You’re such a good girl for me. Feel so fucking good with you around me. Looking so pretty sitting on my cock.”

“Bucky!” you cry out his name as your orgasm breaks over you. Your body clenching down on his cock, craving the friction.

“Good girl. Another,” he says, moving his hand over you still. With a flex of his hand, the vibrations increase. The urge to move, to ride his cock until screaming is intense. You fight your body's response and concentrate on the feeling of his fingers as they move over you. “You want to move so badly, don’t you doll? Want to feel my cock dragging in and out of you, hitting you deep? Is that what you want? Tell me.”

“Yes. Please, sergeant!” you beg. His words make you clench down. His fingers move in tighter and tighter circles as he watches your face and feels your body react.

“Not yet. Be a good girl and come around my cock again. So fucking hot watching you and feeling you squeezing me.”

“Bucky,” you cry his name as you fall over the edge again.

“Good girl, good girl. Fuck, your squeezing so tight. Again,” Bucky demands.

“Bucky, please!” your body is on fire.

“Again,” Bucky commands. His free hand grabs yours and he places it on your breast. “Play with them. Pinch those nipples for me. That's it. Good girl. Fuck.” Bucky’s body was just as desperate to move. He wanted nothing more than to fuck up into you but he held himself off. Enjoying the sight of you and the delayed gratification.

“Bucky, baby, it’s so good. Please,” you whine.

“Please what?” Bucky increases the speed of the vibrations.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, God, I’m coming again. Bucky,” your body trembles as the orgasm washes over you. You clench on Bucky’s cock as each ripple and aftershock hits you. You’re panting but your breath hitches as Bucky changes the vibration setting again and brushes his fingers against you making you keen as it glides over your slick, swollen clit.

“One more, doll. One more and I’ll let you move,” Bucky’s voice is gravelly even as he insists.

“Bucky! Bucky,” his name becomes a chant as you resist the urge to squirm against him. His fingers hit a new spot and the pleasure slams into you making you cry out his name even louder.

“I’m right here, baby. Fuck, you’re beautiful. Feels so fucking good inside you. Give it to me again. Come on. I need to feel that sweet cunt milking me. Squeezing and clenching. It’s so fucking hot. Come on, doll, do it for me again. Now.”

“Oh, fuck,” you shake uncotrollably as you come yet again. You can barely hold yourself up as you clench and moan.

Bucky chuckles at his cockdrunk girl sitting on him. He grabs your hips and slams upward into you causing you to cry out at the intense feeling. Rolling you under him, he slams his hips into you again reveling in the feel and movement. His hips make circles as he fucks into you. Words have left him as he drowns in the feeling of you. His moans spur you on and you can feel yourself tightening and clenching around him. Your body welcomes each stroke of his cock. You moan loud and long as you orgasm, milking Bucky of his own. Hearing his grunt of pleasure as he releases deep inside you.

He lays on top of you, occasionally flexing his hips as his own aftershocks hit him. When he rolls you to lay on your side with him, he grins at your drooping eyelids and the smile curving your lips. Always such a good girl.

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Where It Stays Series Masterlist

Pairing: Nomad Steve x Enhanced Reader

Features, Undercover AU, biker gang, violence, angst, smut, mutual pining, snark, sass, enemies to lovers (18+ MINORS DNI)

Series Summary: Being on the run after the Avengers' Civil War isn't easy and, having had one too many clashes with Captain America, now Nomad, you decide it's time to strike out on your own. One last op needs your experience and expertise, forcing you to not only stay but team up with Steve. Together, you infiltrate a biker gang to track weapon shipments that are ending up in enemy hands. Can the two of you find common ground in order to accomplish the mission or will your constant headbutting lead to total ruin?

A/N: I am dedicating this series to two awesome people. First, to @dreamlessinparis who sent me an ask that started me on the road to this story. Thank you for being such an amazing and lovely friend! Secondly, to @just-one-ordinary-fangirl who created the @positivity-sleepover to combat anon hate. Without the sleepover, I might not have gotten the ask. Thank you so much for sharing it so we could all spread the love!

Where It Stays Series Masterlist

Part 1 - September 16, 2021

Part 2 - September 23, 2021

Part 3 - October 3, 2021

Part 4 - October 10, 2021

Part 5 - October 24, 2021

Part 6 - November 11, 2021

Part 7 - November 2021

Part 8 - December 11, 2021

Part 9 - December 20, 2021

Part 10 -December 30, 2021

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Champagne Wishes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 952

Warnings: Smut - NSFW 18+ Only!

Prompt: Oct 19 - Food/Drink Play

A/N: This is for HBC’s Kinktober! @the-ss-horniest-book-club / Divider by @whimsicalrogers

“Do it, do it, do it!” Sam, Clint, and Natasha were chanting at you. You were surrounded by the Avengers and several onlookers.

You laughed as you held up the small saber and bottle of champagne, “Okay, okay.” In a swift motion, you had burst open the champagne cleanly and poured it into the waiting glasses held out. Natasha smiles and winks at you.

“That’s quite a trick.” The deep voice speaks from close behind you and sends shivers down your spine.

“Thanks, Bucky,” you grin at him.

“How’d you learn that?” Bucky says close to your ear.

“It’s simple science,” you wink at him.

“Where’s your date?” Bucky asks.

“Didn’t bring one. Yours?” You smirk.

“Same.” He smirks back at you.

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I Already Am

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Fluff, Smut (NSFW 18+), Fluffersmut?

A/N: A gif request from the wonderful @emmabarnes paired with a prompt from the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club / Divider by @whimsicalrogers

You rounded your car in the garage to see Bucky sitting with his head in his hands. “Bucky?” you rush to him. You gasp when he looks up and blood has run down one side of his face, “Are you okay?”

“Hey, doll. I’m okay. Clocked myself with a cylinder head when I was working on my bike. Reached for a wrench on the workbench and knocked the cylinder off. Bam.” Bucky points to the spot on his head.

“Come on, Buck. Let’s go get you some ice. Should you go to medbay?” You ask.

“Nah, doll. I’ve had worse than this. It’ll heal in a day or so.” Bucky reassures you.

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I Really Love Being Your Friend Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus-size Reader, Foggy Nelson x Reader

Features: Mutual pining, idiots in love, angst, body insecurity, misunderstandings.

Summary: When Bucky finally makes his move, you can’t believe that someone like him would ever really want you. A misunderstanding creates a rift in your friendship and, when a new suitor show up, will Bucky be willing to compete for your affections?

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Lost in the Dark (Part 3)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Dark content! Somnophilia, Non/DubCon, and other dark elements. This fic contains dark themes and may include potentially triggering topics. You are solely responsible for your media consumption.

Summary: Bucky comes home after a mission and can’t wait to be with you.

A/N: Special thanks to my beta reader @whisperlullaby

Denial, anger, bargaining, depression. You had been through each of these stages of grief multiple times in varying orders. Facing away from Bucky on the edge of the bed, you went over the last few months in your head. Nothing you did fazed him. He remained steadfast, calm, and loving. There was only one stage left, acceptance. Your last resort was to accept your fate and try to gain his trust. Maybe you could escape before Stockholm Syndrome took hold. If you could convince him to trust you maybe there would come a moment when you could slip away.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, you turn over in the bed and cuddle up to his side. His arm instantly went around you. Laying your head on his shoulder, your hand resting on his chest, you forced yourself to relax.

"Are you cold?" Bucky whispers. You can feel the tension in him at your unexpected touch.

"No, I'm just..." you were about to say you just wanted to be near him but it was a lie and he'd know. So, you told him the truth, at least in part, "I'm trying, Bucky. This is hard. It's not what I thought my life would be."

"I know, doll. I just can't lose you. I need to know you're here and safe," Bucky says as he kisses the top of your head.

"I understand," you whisper. You didn't, you didn't at all. You had been his from the first time he'd asked you out. You were head over heels for him, then. That life, that world seemed like a distant dream. The longer you were with him, the more you felt disconnected. You supposed that's what wore people in your situation down, what made them succumb to acceptance of this reality. Tears leaked from your eyes despite fighting to hold them in. You just wanted to go home.

"It's okay, doll. Don't cry. I'm gonna keep you safe," Bucky says as he gently wipes away a tear.

"Was I not safe before?" Your voice is strained.

"No one around me is safe. I'm sorry I put you in danger but I love you. I had to be with you and so now I have to protect you. I'm sorry I was so selfish. I need you. I love you so much, doll. I'll make you happy, I will. You just have to trust me. Can you try? Just try for me, doll?" Bucky says earnestly.

You pause for a moment, thinking through your next move, "I'll try if you'll make me one promise. I need you to promise not to drug me again. I don't like it. It scares me."

Bucky thinks for a moment before tipping your chin up to look him in the eyes, "I promise.”

“Really?” You look into his eyes searchingly.

“I promise, doll,” he whispers earnestly.

As you look at him, you remember the man you had fallen for before all of this. His beautiful blue eyes seem to beg for you to believe him. Slowly, you inch your face closer to his. He holds his breath as he studies you, hope blooming in his chest. He fought the urge to pull you to him, letting you take the lead was important in this moment. Not daring to move a muscle, he watches enraptured as you bring you close the distance. Your eyes glance down at his mouth and then your lips press to his. You give him one small kiss before pulling back to look in his eyes again.

Bucky stares back at you, lips slightly parted, eyes full of awe, hoping, praying you’d kiss him again. It had been so long since you had kissed him back, since you’d even looked him in the eyes. He was desperate for your touch.

You were just desperate. So you kissed him again, this time twining your tongue with his. He still gave you the lead, his participation passive, and so you rolled on top of him. Bucky’s hands flexed, wanting to reach out for you, but he gripped the sheets under him to stop himself. His heart was beating hard and he felt light-headed. His cock was incredibly hard just from being gifted your touch. He wanted to roll you under him and bury it in your sweet heat but he stayed still, allowing you to be in control.

When he felt your feather-light touch on his cock, he shuddered. He couldn’t believe this was real. Had you finally come back to him? Did you finally understand that he was just trying to keep you safe? His mind didn’t have long to consider these questions as you straddled him. Positioning his cock at your entrance, you slowly sink down on him. It was the first time in months that you had felt some modicum of enjoyment during sex, that you were choosing it of your own free will. You feel him trembling beneath you and you break your kiss to ask, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, please don’t stop.” His voice sounds almost panicked.

“Don’t stop this?” You tease, sitting up and flexing your hips.

“Don’t, don’t stop,” he whimpers with his head thrown back.

Bucky is in absolute ecstasy. His cock twitches inside of you with each movement you make. His metal arm whirs as he clenches and unclenches his fists, nearly ripping the sheets. You realize what he’s doing. He’s giving you the power in this. It tugs at your heart a little. He really does care for you. Haltingly, you whisper, “B-Bucky, you can touch me.”

You expected him to grab you, to take over and do with you as he pleased as he had always done. Instead, he looks up at you with love and a hint of apprehension. Slowly, he sits up, staring into your eyes and gently puts his arms around your waist. He presses your bodies together softly and buries his face in your neck. You wrap your arms around him in response and make slow circles with your hips. You stay like that for a long time, just holding each other and enjoying the gentle movement of your bodies. You begin to tremble and clench around his cock as you come, milking him of his orgasm. Still, you stayed wrapped in each other.

“I thought I’d never feel you like this again, doll,” Bucky whispers against your skin. “I love you so much. I’ll never let you go, I promise. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you murmur in his ear. You stare at the chain that still connects you to the bed. The next step was convincing him to let you off your leash. To do that, you’d tell him anything, even that you love him.

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Sunday Nights in Heaven

Pairing: Stucky x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Fluff, angst with a happy ending, implied smut

A/N: This is a long overdue story requested by @caffeinefueledfangirl . I'm so sorry it took me so long and I hope you enjoy it! Thank you to my lovely beta reader @mjolnir-steve .

They were your neighbors. The two gorgeous super soldiers lived next door to you in your apartment in Brooklyn and you ran into them fairly often. They were an extremely kind and cute couple and you enjoyed each exchange you had with them. You were happy to have such considerate neighbors.

It was one Friday evening as you walked up the stairs to your apartment that your bag full of groceries broke and went everywhere. It was the last straw of the day and you just sat down on the stairs crying. Nothing had gone right that day, or that week for that matter, and that bag breaking was just the end of the line for you. You cried until you heard the softly spoken words, “Doll, are you okay?”

You looked up to see Bucky and Steve staring at you with concern written all over their faces. You stuttered, “Oh, I'm, I'm fine. I just... the bag broke and it's been a wretched week, so I just decided it was the perfect time to sit on the steps and have a pity party.” You gave them a half-hearted smile and began gathering up your groceries.

“Let us do that,” Steve grabbed a jar of spaghetti sauce that had rolled to the landing.

“Really, it's okay. You don't have to do that,” you protested.

“Of course, we do. That's what neighbors do. We help each other out,” Steve insisted.

“Really? First neighbors I've ever had that help me and don't hide every time I walk past them,” you laughed.

They helped you gather everything. In fact, they didn't allow you to carry anything except your purse. Arms full of groceries, they followed you into your apartment. Carefully setting everything down on your kitchen table, they asked if they could help you put things away. You smiled and told them not to worry about it

“I'd love to thank you both. Would you like to come over for dinner Sunday night?” you asked.

“Sure. Our show comes on at 8:00, though,” Bucky said after a quick glance at Steve.

“Wait, what show?”

When Steve blushingly said the name of your favorite Sunday night guilty pleasure you squealed, “I love that show! No one else I know watches it. Would you want to have dinner and we could watch it together?” you asked hopefully.

The two glanced at each other and then Bucky turned with a smile, “We'd love that, doll.”

That’s how you ended up with a Sunday night tradition of dinner and your favorite show with your two neighbors. Your neighborly acquaintance with the two quickly grew into a friendship and, eventually, you considered them to be your best friends. They were the most wonderful men you had ever met. They were always there for you - boosting your confidence, helping you when you were sad, and making you laugh more than you ever thought possible.

Then one day, your relationship changed again. Steve had gotten up to go to the bathroom and you had slid closer to Bucky to show him something on your phone. As you were talking, you looked up at Bucky and suddenly he kissed you.

Shocked, you pushed away from him, “What are you doing?”

“I’m sorry. I should have asked,” Bucky said.

“What’s the matter?” Steve asked as he walked back in.

“Nothing! Bucky just, um, we, uh-”

“Lemme guess. He did something like this,” Steve says as he leaned over you and brought his lips within millimeters of yours. He paused, giving you a moment to pull away. When you didn’t, his lips connected with yours and Bucky’s were on your neck. He kissed you dizzy and pulled away long enough to whisper against your lips, “Do you want us to stop?”

You took a shuddering breath as you looked into his eyes before whispering, “No.”

Against your better judgment, you ended up in bed with the two. Laying in between them, gloriously naked as they took turns fucking you, encouraging each other on, until the three of you were thoroughly sated. As soon as you caught your breath, you got dressed and quickly returned to your apartment.

You were terrified you had just ruined your relationship with your two best friends and possibly hurt their relationship. Guilt and regret gnawed at you.

You went through your week scared of running into the two, going as far as to hide from them one day as they came up the stairs. When Sunday rolled around, you were surprised when they showed up at your door with a pizza and beer. They acted as if nothing happened and you soon relaxed, guessing that they had just shrugged the episode off as a one time thing.

When your show ended, you switched off the tv and chatted with them for a while. They left a little later and you sighed in relief that your friendship hadn’t been ruined. As you threw away the last remnants of dinner, your anxiety got the better of you. You needed reassurance. You needed them to say they didn’t think less of you. You needed to know that you hadn’t killed the greatest friendship you’d ever had.

The knock on their door is answered within seconds, and Bucky grinned at you as he pulled you inside, “Oh, thank God.” His lips were on yours instantly. You felt Steve’s hands on you from behind and all of your questions and resolve melted away. Again, you ended up in bed with the two, having the best sex of your life and returning to your apartment immediately afterward.

This was how it went on for months. Every Sunday and occasionally in between, the three of you tangled together in the sheets with you leaving as soon as it was done. You enjoyed every second you were with them. They were more than generous, adventurous, gentle, and made every moment in bed absolute bliss.

When you weren’t together, you were in absolute hell. Were you just easy entertainment for them? When would they grow bored with you? What would you do? Your social life revolved around them. You hadn’t dated anyone since this began. You were setting yourself up for heartbreak, but the thought of giving them up was paralyzing. You had let yourself fall for them and you felt so stupid. You were angry with yourself and, in some ways, angry at them for putting you in this position. What the hell were you going to do?

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“We have to, Bucky,” Steve said, running his hand through his hair. You’d be arriving any minute for Sunday dinner and Steve had browbeat Bucky into the decision.

Bucky groaned, “I know but-”

“No buts! This is the end. We can’t keep doing this.”

“Wh-” Bucky was interrupted by your knock on the door and all his arguments faded away as you walked in smiling with a cake you had made for them. The evening went the same as all of the others - dinner, dessert, your show, and then the bedroom. The explosive chemistry shared by the three of you bordered on desperation that night.

You were nearly in tears as you sat up and began to move to the edge of the bed. You gasped as an arm encircled your waist, pulling you back.

“No,” Steve said, matter-of-factly.

“Wh-what?” you asked, trembling.

“We don’t want you to leave,” Steve said.

“You, um, you want more?” Confusion marred your expression.

“Yes, doll. We do,” Bucky smiled at you.

“Why do you always leave right afterwards?” Steve asked.

You looked at him for a moment before explaining, “I just assumed we were done and I should go. Be kind of awkward for me to stay, wouldn’t it?”

“No,” Bucky said.

“Y- you want me to stay the night?”

“No, pretty girl,” Steve said.

“We want you to stay forever,” Bucky said, looking at you sweetly.

“What?”

“We want you to be with us.” Steve ran his hand through his hair in frustration, “We’re saying this all wrong.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t understand,” you bit your lip as you looked between the two.

“We’re in love with you, doll, and we want the three of us to be together. We can’t keep having only part of you. Sunday nights are the best part of our week because we get to be with you. I love you, and I want to be with you and Steve.”

You stared open-mouthed at Bucky until you felt Steve gently turn your head to look at him, “I love you, too, and I want to be with you and Bucky.”

You stared in disbelief at the two, your heart racing, and your mouth agape, “You love me?”

“We do, doll. Do you think you could-”

“I love you, too,” you interrupted. “I fell in love with you both but I didn’t think-”

“We should have told you sooner. I’m sorry, pretty girl, we should have told you sooner. We didn’t want to scare you off,” Steve said.

“So, you’ll stay?” Bucky smiled.

“Yeah, yes, I’ll stay,” you agreed, kissing them both in turn.

“You’ll be our girlfriend?” Steve asked.

“On one condition,” you smirked.

“Anything,” they said, nearly in unison.

“Tell me again,” you grinned.

“We love you.”

“Love you so much.”

“Now, show me,” you whispered as they enveloped you.

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