#Marvel story

[ohbuckysmetalarm]

WITHIN THESE WALLS

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky hears you every night… he’s had enough

Warnings: SMUT [Masturbation (f), Mention of vibrator use, Fingering, Oral (f receiving), Slight cum play, P in V sex, Unprotected sex, Dirty talk, Praise kink, Metal arm kink, Slight size kink, Very brief aftercare]; EXPLICIT LANGUAGE; FRIENDS TO LOVERS

Word Count: 2367

a/n: I actually love roommate!bucky x reader and if you guys want more of this let me know, I will gladly write more!! 😏 Whether that be writing a part two or writing something completely different. I also wanna write a fluffy smut or smutty fluff?? story. Maybe that’ll be in part two if that’s something anyone wants? Anyway, thanks you for the love you’ve given me already!! ❤️❤️

Another long-ass work day! You work as a secretary for your dad’s big company. You didn’t feel like trying to apply for a job, so when he offered a spot to you, you jumped for joy at the opportunity. It’s not a permanent situation, more something that’ll look good on an application. Little did you know, it’s not a great job. You sit at a desk all day answering phones or greeting people who walk in for a meeting. And on numerous occasions you’ve had people call frustrated about something and you have to try to fix their problem, but they take all their anger out on you. It’s extremely stressful. So when you go home you release that stress the best you can… With a vibrator or your fingers. You’re pretty quiet, if you do say so yourself. You have to be, you share an apartment with one of your closest friends. Turns out tonight you weren’t as quiet as you thought you were…

-BUCKY-

Bucky picks up his phone to see the time and grunts in frustration. Just past midnight. You’ve been going for forty minutes now, from the sound of it you get real close but then you groan in frustration. Bucky smirks to himself. Seems the princess can’t get herself off anymore. He hears you groan out for the third time and then he hears something hit the wall. And then silence before a moan. Bucky moves closer to the shared wall, and thanks to the super hearing he hears the wet sounds your cunt is making. It makes his cock twitch and he brings one of his hands down to palm himself through his shorts.

“Fuck,” he breathes out as he rubs himself. What is she doing to me? He thinks. Bucky needs more, he goes to take his cock out of his shorts and then he hears the greatest thing.

“Oh, Bucky, please!” You moan out loud.

And that’s what does it for him. He quickly pulls back his hand and gets up, making his way to your room.

-Y/N-

Your vibrator didn’t help at all, just made you more needy. Once the vibrator hit the wall you regretted it. Bucky was sleep in the room next to yours.

Bucky. Goddamn, that man can get you going. Those eyes; you wanna see what they look like five shades darker, pupils blown wide. You wanna know if he squeezes them shut when he cums. That mouth; he says the sweetest things, call you the sweetest names, but you’ve heard just how filthy it really is when he brings the occasional one night stand over. Those fingers, especially those metal ones; you wonder how the cool would feel inside your warm pussy. And that’s what riles you back up. You circle your clit and let out a quiet moan. And then you plunge two fingers into your dripping heat.

“Oh, Bucky, please!” You plead into the open space of your room. Not even caring, too lost in the pleasure to think twice about the volume of your voice, to hear your door open, or hear Bucky walk toward your bed.

“Havin’ fun there, sugar?”

Your eyes fly open to see Bucky looking down at you with a smirk on his beautiful face. Curses to whoever made this man so fucking fine.

Your mouth goes dry, and your mind seems to go blank. You keep your fingers stuffed inside of you and you just stare at the god of a man in front of you.

Bucky leans down and takes your fingers out of you, brings them up to his mouth, and sucks them clean.

“Wha- What are y-you doing?”

“Shh. It’s okay.” Bucky grabs the chair by your desk and pulls it to the bed to sit. “I wanna see you make yourself cum, pretty girl.”

Is this a fucking dream? Did you die and go to heaven? What the actual fuck is happening? “I- I don’t-”

Bucky grabs hold of your wrist and leads it to your dripping hole and releases you. “Play with yourself, babygirl. I wanna see you make yourself feel good.”

You slowly enter two fingers inside of you before Bucky grabs hold of your wrist again. “Don’t be greedy. One finger, plum.”

That pet name. It makes you melt. And you whimper. That sound seemed to do something to the super soldier because it causes his breath to hitch.

You slide your index finger into your cunt and let out a shiver. You slowly thrust it in and out, but it’s not enough.

Bucky knows it, “Add another finger, y/n.”

You happily do as he says and slide another finger in.

“Curl your fingers, make yourself feel good. Need to hear those beautiful moans leave those pretty lips.” You do as he says and let out a loud moan. You set a steady rhythm; switching from pumping your fingers in and out of your pussy and massaging your g-spot. You look down to Bucky’s raging hard-on and then look back up to his eyes pleadingly. “What is it, babygirl?”

You let out a whine.

“You gotta use your words,” he smirks.

What are words again? Your brain is too fogged up to understand much of anything, except the instructions Bucky gives you to pleasure yourself. And then it hits you. “I- I wanna see your cock, Bucky. Please!”

“Good girl.” You let out a whine at that and feel yourself become more wet if that’s even possible at this point in time. You speed up your actions and your legs begin to tremble ever so slightly. Bucky smirks at the reaction you give at the praise. “You gonna cum for me, y/n?”

You nod at his words.

“Be a good girl and cum.” And you do, the coil tightening unbelievably tight before snapping, a crazy-intense orgasm rushing over you. You squeeze your eyes shut from the pleasure. A couple minutes pass and then you feel the bed dip with Bucky’s weight. You slowly open you eyes and you’re met with his blue ones in between your legs. You don’t even notice he’s stripped himself of all his clothing. He maintains eye contact with you as he lowers closer and closer to you core.

“Fuck, y/n. You’re so pretty when you cum for me. Can’t wait to taste you.” You can feel his breath hit your heat with every word he says and you just want him to ruin you.

Bucky lowers further till his nose bumps your clit and he’s slurping up all you have to offer him. You tremble from the feeling of his tongue on you. He licks a long stripe from your aching hole to your clit and wraps his lips around the sensitive bud, pulling a loud moan form your throat. And then you feel a cool finger prodding at your entrance and you feel another wave of ecstasy run through you at the thought. The amount of times you’ve fantasized about his metal arm; him choking you, soothing your asscheek after he spanks you for not being his good girl, and last but certainly not the least him fingering you. You want him to fuck you with those fingers so fucking bad and you start to squirm and quietly whimper.

Bucky lets off your clit, and you can feel his hot breath on your pussy. “What is it, babygirl?” He’s still looking into your eyes. Never breaking eye contact.

You throw your head back and let out a moan.

He just chuckles lightly. “That good, huh? Don’t even have to touch you to get you off.”

“Bucky,” your voice comes out broken. And if you weren’t so needy you would have been embarrassed.

“Yes?”

“I- I need you to fuck me with your fingers.”

He brings up his flesh fingers to circle around your entrance. “This what you want, y/n?”

You shake your head.

“What do you want?” He smirks up at you, and you can’t decide if you want to slap him or ride him.

“I want your metal fingers, James. Please, I need it!”

“Good girl.” And with that he plunges two of his metal fingers inside of you and the stretch feels absolutely amazing. “You’re so beautiful stuffed with my fingers, wonder how you’ll look stuffed with my cock.”

You clench around his fingers. It’s better than you imagined. The stark contrast of his cool fingers inside your wet heat has got to be one of the greatest feelings on the planet. When he curls his fingers to hit your g-spot you throw your head back and let out a scream. Bucky’s quick to shift up your body and steal your lips in a searing kiss.

You feel his length on your thigh, and he feels heavy. You break the kiss and look down, the first time you’ve seen him. And, fuck he’s huge. “There’s no way that’s gonna fit.”

“Oh, don’t you worry, pretty girl. We’ll make sure it fits.” Bucky adds a third finger as he places his lips on your yours, and you know you won’t last much longer. Bucky knows you are getting close, he trails his lips down your neck, sucking on your sweet spot and that’s what seems to push you over the edge. You cum around his fingers with a shout of his name.

Bucky slows the pace of his fingers to ride you through your high. Once your breathing slows Bucky gives you a light peck on your lips before slowly sliding his fingers out of your dripping hole.

He sits up so he’s on his knees in between your legs and brings his metal hand down to his cock, using your slick to cover his dick. You whine from the scene in front of you. He slowly pumps himself a few times before lining himself up at your entrance. Bucky looks into your eyes as he slowly enters you inch by inch. The stretch brings a light pain; Bucky is by far the biggest and thickest cock you’ve ever taken. Once he’s bottomed out you both let a moan. “Shit, y/n. You’re so tight and warm. I could stay inside you forever.”

You squeeze your eyes shut from the overwhelming pleasure. “Oh, Bucky. You’re so big! Move, please.”

He slowly pulls almost all the way out, only the head still inside of you before thrusting back in. He hits a spot deep inside you, and you can’t comprehend anything at this point.

“I swear, babygirl. You were made for me. I- fuck- just look at how well you’re takin’ me.”

You look down at where you’re connected and let out a loud, shaky moan, ready to cum just from the sight. Bucky sets a steady pace. Pulling almost all the way out before slamming right back into you.

“You gonna cum, y/n? Gonna be a good girl and cum all over my cock? God, I can feel you clenchin’ me so good.”

“BUCKY!”

“It’s okay, I got you. Cum for me, y/n. Cum.” And just like that the rope inside you snaps and you let out a shout as you cum around Bucky. “Good girl, y/n. You’re so fucking good for me.” He picks up his pace and you become a babbling mess. Telling Bucky to slow down, but at the same time asking for more. “I think you’re gonna take whatever I give you, huh?” He gives a particular harsh thrust.

“Oh, yes. Bucky!”

“We’ll have to see just how far you can go some day.”

If you weren’t so delirious from the pleasure you would have taken a moment to comprehend what he just said. But the way he’s slamming into makes your brain turn to mush.

“Are you gonna be my good girl?”

“Yes, I’ll be your good girl!” You’d be his girl period.

“Look at me, babygirl.”

And you do as he says, his blue eyes making you completely forget about the reality you’re in, too lost in his eyes. He sets a rapid, bruising pace of his hips slamming into yours. He slowly circles your clit with two of his fingers. The difference in the pace of his cock and his fingers makes your legs begin to shake. His thrust grow more erratic and you know he’s close.

You clench around him to draw a grunt from him, wanting nothing more than to see what he looks like when he cums deep inside your cunt.

“I’m gonna cum,” Bucky says breathily.

“I need you to cum, Bucky.”

His hips stutter at your words and he swears he was just seconds away from falling over. You sit up a bit to whisper in his ear, “Cum with me, James.” And that’s what does it for him. You feel the tip of his dick twitch and he burries his cock deep inside you. Hot ropes of cum filling you up. And that triggers yet another orgasm from you. And you know you’ll never feel anything better than that feeling, add that to the moan Bucky lets out in your ear as he burries his face in your neck and your opinion is sealed.

Bucky stays inside you for a few minutes as you both catch your breath and then he slides out of you slowly. He gets up to find a washcloth in the bathroom to clean you up. Once he gets back he notices his cum starting to drip out of you. Bucky is quick to catch it with his fingers and stuff it back inside you.

“God, Bucky! You’re so dirty.” You whine playfully as he wipes you down.

Bucky those the washcloth on your dresser and lays down next to you. “Well, plum, I’m not the one that got caught screaming your name while I pleasure myself.”

You lightly punch his arm. “Shut up, Buck…”

“Whatever you say, babygirl.”

You curl closer into his chest and already feel yourself drifting off. And the last thing you hear before you fall asleep is “I love you, y/n.” And you guessed Bucky thought you were already asleep because he whispered so quietly you almost didn’t hear it.

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[punishereditz]

Black Blue And Bloodily

Gif by me

Pairing: Frank Castle x F!Nurse!reader

Warnings: 18 plus only! Minors DNI! DO NOT COPY! Smut. A little bit of blood. Mentions of violence. Praise kink. Praise kink. Strong praise kink. Edging. Overstimulation. Fingering. Breeding kink. Frank being needy. Dirty talk.

AN: This is so much longer than I planned. I promise it gets better. This took me two days to write but it was so worth it.

Summary: Your use to hearing 'Pete' stumbling around next door, but today is different. Today you find him almost dead at your doorstep. Right when you think things couldn't get any more interesting, it does...

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You huff frustratedly as your keys drop to the floor from trying to get your door open. Your hands full with grocery bags. You look across the hall to see that Pete's door is open. You don't think much of it, shrugging it off. You finally get your door open. Going straight to your kitchen to sit the bags down on the counter. Starting to put everything away.

Once that is all done. You flop down face first on the couch. Sighing in relief of being off of your feet after standing on them for over 12 hours straight with no break.

Your eyes get heavy as the sleepiness starts to wash over you. Somethings off. Your eyes open at the sound of silence. This is weird. Normally when you get off of your night shift, you always hear some type of commotion coming from across the hall. But your greeted with dead silence. It's so quiet that you could hear a fly in the room. You never know what the man is doing. Rather it's long hours and he gets in at the same time as you, or he is bringing woman home. There is always some type of noise. Now there is nothing. You remember that his door was open when you got home. You can't help but start to worry.

You try to brush it off. It's none of your business. You try to go to sleep. Not even worrying about changing or walking down to your room. But the worry keeps you from drifting into sleep you want oh so badly. There's this feeling building in your gut that something is wrong. It's your 'nurse' instinct. Like a power that comes with your job to know when something is even the slightest bit off.

You stand from the couch. Rubbing your eyes. You hear a bang at your door. Your instantly on high alert. Running to your door. When you open the door and look down at your feet. You're greeted with the sight of Pete passed out, covered head to toe in blood. You drop to your knees. Placing his head in your lap. You place your fingers over his pulse. Luckily his heart is beating, but it's not beating fast.

You stand. Grabbing the under of his arms and dragging him into your apartment. You struggle. Swearing the man is made of stone. You somehow get him on your couch.

"Shit," You mumble under your breath to yourself. You quickly start searching his body. Cutting his clothes off. Looking at what injures he has. You try to stop the questions from running through your mind. You have never seen the man without bruises, now he is barely holding onto life on your couch. It makes you wonder what else there is to him.

~

You somehow manage to sort everything out with work. Making sure to stay home in case he wakes up.

You sit at your table looking over some documents. Doing what work you can at home. You notice Frank moving around. Seeing his eyes start to flicker open and his face growing confused with the different surroundings. You quickly move over to him. Putting on a pair of gloves. His eyes meet yours. Looking at you perplexed.

He tries to raise up, but you put a hand to his chest pushing him back down. "Slow your role. You need to rest. No moving around, okay?" His face softens hearing your nurturing voice and he rests his head against his shoulder. He has no idea what happened. He's not sure if he is even alive right now, he swears he has been met with an angel.

"What happened?" He mumbles.

"You were passed out at my door." You explain. Not looking at his eyes that are glued on you. You stay focused on what you're doing of taking care of him.

You finish. Silence growing in between the two of you as you lean back. Sitting at the edge of the coffee table in front of him.

"Why did you help me?" His voice is groggy and low. His eyes have been searching yours since he woke. Like he is compelled by you. In a trance. All his attention on you.

"Why would you say that? I wasn't going to leave you for dead. It's my nature to help." He smally smiles up at you. His hand dangling from the couch. Coming up to rest on your knee.

"You a doctor?"

"ER Nurse." You correct him.

"Do you mind explaining to me why every time I see you, you are black blue and bloodily?" Your curiosity gets the best of you, and you ask the question you're dying to have an answer to.

He hesitates, but he tells you everything. Explaining that his name isn't Pete, but his name is Frank Castle. That he is the punisher, and that he pissed off the wrong people and got out number by about 50 men. He explained a little bit of his past as to how he got here. Only telling what you need to know. Not getting into detail, and you respect that.

Throughout the day, you go about your work. Checking on him every hour. Talking to him when he is awake. Making sure he doesn't do too much. He tells you how he is fine and how he appreciates it, but he doesn't need the help and that he wants to go back to his apartment.

You stand your ground, telling him that he cannot leave until he is well. His injures are to serve for him to just stand back up and walk away. He is hurt enough that he needs to rest for the next three days at least. You two have gone back and forth. You winning the argument every time.

The next four days pass with ease. But you notice that Frank has something on his mind. Like he wants to say something but not saying it. He is hard to read. So, you don't know.

You sigh angrily. One cut on his ribs being stubborn and not wanting to heal right. And of course, it's the biggest cut on him. "This cut... it's not wanting to heal like the others." You say more to yourself then him.

You look when he doesn't respond. Seeing that his eyes are already on you. Your heart skips a beat at his dark eyes boarded on you. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip. His lips parted but no words coming out.

"Why doesn't it bother you?" He asks the question he has had on his mind for the past five days.

"I'm a nurse. Remember? I see a lot of things every day." You explain but he shakes his head confusing you.

"No, no, I mean... when I told what I had done. You... didn't seem bothered. I've done terrible things. Awful things and you treat me so... nicely. Why?" He stutters. His hand resting on your knee like every day when you sit in front of him.

"You only kill men, correct?" He nods in response. Watching you carefully, reading you very closely to see if he can find something else that might be there.

"Okay then." You shrug. He looks at you confused.

"That doesn't bother you? What I've done?"

"Well, did they deserve it? Were they terrible men?" He only nods.

You don't say anything. Neither does he. You only look into his eyes. Thinking about how he has you running in circles. The past five days his gaze and cocky remarks have made you flustered. You slap yourself every time he gets to you, trying to pull yourself together. But he seems to pull you back in.

You go to stand, but his hold on your knee stops you. You look at him confused. Seeing his Adams apple bob, his lips parted, and his eyes looking over your body at your scrubs that you're wearing because you had to make a trip to the hospital to sort out a few things early.

His hand moves from your knee up to your lower thigh. Your heart skipping a beat and your breath catching. His touch on your skin smoothing but his eyes say something else as he watches his hand exploring your leg. His gaze lustful on you. His hands keep moving up until he is holding your hip. Lightly squeezing it.

You know you shouldn't. You shouldn't want to kiss him. Your taking care of him. It feels like you're on work hours. Doing this, doing more would feel like breaking the rules. But the heat growing is speaking louder than your thoughts. Your body is talking for you, and you don't like it. Yet, at the same time, it almost feels good to be doing something on the edge. But before you can make any sort of a move, he's doing it for you. Beating you to it. His other hand pulling you down so that he can capture your lips in his.

It surprises you. The sudden move by him. But you quickly relax under his touch. Leaning into the kiss. Your shocked at how soft his lips are. At how gently his hold is. How ruff he is, his whole body scarred, yet his lips are so soft on yours. All the things he's done, his hands are so gently on you. He holds you as if you are a fragile glass piece that could break.

You cup his face. Kissing him softly. You pull away. Your breath heavy. You look at his eyes to him already looking at you, then down to his lips. Seeing how they are pinker and plumber now from where he has kissed you. You know you already pushed it too far. That there is no turning back. So, you kiss him again. This time more needy and not as slowly as before.

He runs his tongue over your bottom lip, and he opens his mouth a little more, letting you slip your tongue in. He moves his hand from the side of your neck to your hip. Holding both of your sides now. He puts you on his lap with ease.

"Frank..." You moan into his mouth. He hums into your lips as a response. He doesn't pull away until you do. "This isn't right. Your hurt. We, we can't do this." You try to control your breathing. Watching him study you.

"It's just a little cut." He tries to kiss you again, but you pull away. You can't believe yourself for allowing yourself to do this. You know better than this. Yes, you want it, but you should have just controlled yourself and not let those stupid beautiful eyes get to you.

"Your hurt. Oh my God..." You mumble. Trying to stand up but he keeps you in place on his lap. His lips coming to yours in hope to stop your nerves.

"Hey, hey, listen to me. I'm alright. Think you can stop nursing for second, huh?" His reassuring words are teasing. Making you laugh. You think about it. At a war with yourself.

"I'm not hurt. Please... you have no idea how long I've wanted this." He tells you after you don't say anything. He brings his lips up to hover over yours. Desperation in his eyes. In his body language as he moves closer to you.

You kiss him. Dragging it out. Keeping his lips on yours. Wanting to never lose the feeling of his kiss. You pull away, "If you start hurting. Even a little bit. We stop. Do you understand? I'll only do this if you promise you'll tell me if you're in pain." Your voice is firm.

"I promise." He kisses you. But instead of kissing your lips, he kisses your neck. Gently placing kisses on you. He stops at your jawline. Starting to suck on the skin. He pulls at your shirt, desperate to see more. Touch more.

You pull away long enough to pull it over your head. Your black laced bra revealed to him. He groans at the sight of you. His cock fully hard now. His hands move up your sides to your back. Unhooking the garment and throwing it to the side. His hands coming up to your breast and his mouth back to your lips. He leans up with you. Sitting up straight against the couch. His hard cock pressed to your clothed pussy. You both moan into each other's mouth. His hands coming up to your pants. Tugging at them. You stand in front of him for him to pull them down. He makes quick work at his pants. Pulling them down, you help. Getting them completely off.

You can't hold back the gasp when you see his size. Seeing how big he is. He pulls you back on his lap. Spraddling your legs around him. Without a word, he has his fingers in-between your folds. His finger quickly finding that sensitive bud. You brace yourself. One hand on his chest and the other on the couch. You can't hold back the moans that escape from your lips.

"Attagirl. So wet," He coos in your ear. Praising you. His finger moving down to your entrance. He pushes one finger in. Watching your face pinch together in pleasure. He keeps pushing until his whole finger is in. He adds another. His two fingers starting to curl and pump in you. You moan his name. Trying to grind your hips into his movement but he holds you still.

He uses his thumb to make circles around your clit. Adding just a little bit of pressure. His fingers curling just right. Between his fingers fucking you and his thumb on your clit, your overwhelmed with pleasure. Never feeling this good.

"That feel goods... doesn't it? My pretty girl." He says just as if he just read your mind. As your climax builds. Seconds away from coming. He stops. Pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his mouth. Sucking your wetness off of his fingers.

"Are you okay?" You ask him with concern in your tone. He laughs at you. Kissing your lips. "Never felt better." He lines his cock up with your entrance. You lower yourself down on him. Taking every inch of him. Slowly filling you up.

He bottoms out. Taking all of his cock. You pull up. Moaning, you move your hips back down. Starting to move on his cock. "Attagirl. Just like that. That's it. Take your time. Uh, fuck, uh, you're doing so good." He holds your lower back. One hand coming up to get a handful of your hair.

His words do something to you. You somehow get wetter. His words playing over in your head. You start to go a little faster. Swirling your hips. He groans. Holding you tighter. He looks down. Watching his cock going in and out of you. He groans again.

Using all his strength to let you do it. Fighting the urge to move your hips with his hands and thrust up into you. Fighting the urge to grab you and flip you over so that he is on top fucking you deeper. He controls himself.

"Frank." You moan his name. Kissing him. Your hands rubbing his abs. Your movement on his cock almost teasing. Your lips moving to kiss his jaw. He moves one hand to hold your side. The other on your throat. Lightly squeezing. He can't take it anymore. He wraps his arm around your waist. Flipping you under him. Laying you on the couch. He holds your legs up to wrap around his waist. Pounding into you. His hips thrusting into yours. The new angle, the sudden change of him taking control makes you moan loudly.

"Uh, goddamn. Uh, sweetheart, you feel so good. Such a good girl." He groans into your neck. His thrusts starting to get sloppy as he starts to get closer to coming undone.

His cock twitches. Hitting that spot in you, making you cum. Moaning his name as your climax crashes over you. Your body tensing and your nails dragging down his back. Your climax, his name on your lips, and your nails in his back sends him into his. Thrusting into you harshly, he fills your pussy up with his come. Moaning your name. Your back arched off the couch, your breasts pressed against his bare chest.

He slows down. Stopping, he lays over you. Shifting his weight so he doesn't crush you. He kisses your salty skin. His hand rubbing your side. Coming up and lacing his fingers in yours. You go to get up to clean, but he doesn't budge. He doesn't let you get up.

"Can we just stay like this? Just for a little bit longer?" He mumbles against your chest. You can't help but laugh. Melting in his hold. Using your free hand to play with his wild hair. You kiss his forehead. Continuing to play with his hair. He purrs against you. Leaning into you. He closes his eyes, and your smile grows. Holding him close to you.

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A Swarm of Butterflies

Masterlist

Part 8: The Mission

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Summary: The team goes on their urgent mission and Steve uncovers some unnerving information.

Authors Note: Wow. It’s been awhile. I’m so sorry to leave you all hanging for so long. I have been dealing with all kinds of real life things. I’ve lacked inspiration, and honestly almost gave up writing altogether. Those of you that have hung around…thank you so much. It’s you who’ve inspired me to continue. Just a few parts left in this series!! My other stories will also be getting finished up as soon as possible!!

Click the masterlist link above to read other parts! I’m no longer doing a tag list as it’s hard for me to keep up with. If you’d like to know when a new part is released turn on those notifications!! I love you all dearly.

Steve walked out of your apartment building with a broad smile on his face. His heart felt as though it were about to take flight. He couldn't recall a moment in his life that he'd felt happier.

He unlocked his car and quickly opened the door, tossing his duffle bag on the passenger seat. He slid into the driver's seat and put the key into the ignition, turning it to bring the old car to life.

He took a deep breath in and looked up through the dew-covered windshield. The sun was painting the sky with the vibrant shades of pink, much like the sunrise the two of you had shared the morning you met. He couldn't stop thinking about taking you on a date after that morning, and now he couldn't stop thinking about watching every sunrise for the rest of his life with you.

He reluctantly tore his eyes away from the artistry before him and threw the car in reverse.

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About fifteen minutes later he pulled the car into his designated parking space at the compound and killed the engine. He quickly got out and grabbed his bag, slinging it over his muscular shoulder. He walked across the damp pavement and yanked the door open.

As soon as he stepped inside, he was met by the teams new secretary, Maggie. She was a young intern Tony had hired to help with administrative work. She was studying microbiology. She was always on time, professional, and a huge help to the team.

She had deep expresso eyes and a mane of spiraling curls.

"Morning Maggie." Steve offered her a smile.

"Morning Captain Rogers. Tony asked me to bring you straight to the hangar," She explained, extending a manilla file to him. He took in her perfectly manicured nails. They dark fuchsia shade popped against her skin. He wondered if the color would look good on y/n.

He took the file from her with furrowed brows. He flipped it open in his large hands.

"Straight to the hangar, huh? Must be important." He mused.

"Yes sir, I believe it's Hydra related." She replied, her heels clacking loudly across the marble floor as they walked.

His heart dropped as soon as she said Hydra. He looked down at the folder as he walked, quickly scanning over the mission brief.

A potential Hydra base near a village in the mountains. Villagers have been reported mysteriously missing for months. An informant believes that they are being abducted for experiments.

His palms began to sweat, and his heart rate increased immediately. A feeling of dread pooled in his stomach. He picked up his pace and Maggie struggled behind him to keep up with his inhuman strides.

"I've got it from here Maggie. Thank you!" he called over his shoulder, causing the young interns steps to falter and then retreat back down the hallway.

He reached the hangar in record time. Everyone else was already suited up and arming themselves. Natasha shot him a tight lipped smile. Tony wore a look of concern, and Bucky looked as uncomfortable as he was sure he did.

"Morning sunshine." Nat sing-songed in an attempt to ease his mood.

He tried to force a smile, but he couldn't hide the tension in his shoulders.

"Morning," he clipped, "We ready?" he asked.

"Waiting on you, Loverboy." Tony teased, tapping the front of his armor.

Steve sighed, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. Bucky slapped a comforting hand on his shoulder signaling that he wasn't alone in how he was feeling.

"Right. Let me suit up then." he muttered robotically as he turned and headed towards the locker room.

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Three hours later he was standing at the front of the Quinjet in his suit. His shield gleamed on his back and his gloved hands were in tight fists at his sides. Tony stood beside him explaining everyone's roles.

"Nat you find the control room. Hack into the system and download any files and information you can find on this hard drive. It will automatically upload your findings to Friday." Tony explained, handing the spy a small, metal drive.

"Barnes you and Rogers will go in first. You'll start clearing out any goons and then try to find the villagers that are being held hostage. Get them out and to safety. Sam you'll be our eye in the sky. We need to be prepared if they send for back up."

Steve stared ahead. His mind on a pretty girl back at home. He'd never been so distracted on a mission.

Tony glanced at him before continuing, "I'll go find the center of the base and I'll be placing explosives. After they're set, we'll only have about fifteen minutes before the go off. The blast will be large enough to bring the entire base down, so we need to be quick in and out."

Bucky offered a nod in understanding, Natasha blurted a quick "yes sir", and Sam just started moving. Steve stayed rooted in place his mind still adrift.

"Cap." Tony called, "Cap!"

Steve offered no response. Still staring into the abyss.

Tony's concern only grew as he took in his friends rigid stance.

"Steve." Tony laid a gentle hand on the super soldier's shoulder.

Finally, Steves eyes snapped over to Tony. His brows furrowed and his plump lips pulled into a frown.

"What is going on with you? You never zone out like that." Tony inquired, voice calm.

Steve released the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He shook his head and looked down at his combat boots. Shame colored his features. He was normally a strong leader, but this mission felt different. He couldn't place why, but he was on edge.

"I don't know Tony. Normally I feel confident going into a mission, but ever sense I read that file this morning I've just felt this anxiety that I can't seem to shake." He confessed.

Tony nodded slowly, trying to understand.

"Look, I know Hydra puts you and Barnes on edge, but hundreds of people have gone missing, and they need our help. I wouldn't have called you in on your weekend off if I didn't need you." Tony explained.

Steve sighed. "I know."

"Alright, let's think of something positive to help get your mind off things. Tell me something good Rogers." Tony began to walk toward the back of the Jet. His armor whirring with every step.

Steve smiled for the first time since he'd arrived at the compound. His ocean eyes crinkling at the corners.

"She told me she loved me this morning." Steve confessed, heart fluttering once again.

Tony chuckled as he adjusted his armor.

"Finally," he exclaimed, "If I had to watch you guys give each other puppy eyes for another movie night I think I would've exploded." He joked.

Steve let out a laugh, reaching down to fiddle with the collar of his suit.

“It was different Ton.” Steve tried to explain, his voice shyly dropping an octave.

Tony turned eyes trained on his friend. Steve, the most level headed man he knew, wore a besotted smile. A glow emanated from him, and for the first time since Tony had met him…he looked at peace. He looked happy, and Tony’s heart felt warm.

“She isn’t just another girl. She’s everything, Tony.” He confided, “My heart couldn’t beat without her. She is everything I have searched for all these years. She is the other half of me that I thought was lost in that ice all those years ago.” Steve’s voice was thick with emotion, and his strong hands trembled slightly.

“I have to get home to her. For the first time in a long time home doesn’t feel far away.” His eyes finally rose to meet Tony’s, and tears brimmed his lower lash line.

Tony smiled a genuine, heartfelt smile as he strolled over.

“Don’t you worry. I’ll make sure you make it back, I swear it.” Tony promised, his hand squeezing Steve’s shoulder.

Steve offered him a smile and discreetly wiped at his eyes as Tony turned and called out to the rest of the team.

“Approaching our target in ten. Let’s do this!” He closed his helmet as he readied for the danger ahead.

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As soon as the team entered the facility things went sideways. Hundreds of Hydra soldiers poured in from every angle, effectively trapping them at the entrance. They spent what felt like ages trying to take them down.

By the time every soldier had been eliminated they were all breathless and filthy. Natasha had a slight limp, Steve's lip was split, and Tony's armor was covered in dents.

"Alright." Tony breathed, hands on his hips. "Lets get this done. Stick to the plan. If you run into trouble ask for help over the comms." He ordered, taking off down a dimly lit path Friday suggested would take him to the center of the base.

Steve looked over at Natasha. The redhead was in pain, although she'd never admit it.

"I'm gonna go with Nat. You got this Buck?" Steve asked, eyes swinging over to his childhood friend.

Bucky nodded confidently reloading the gun in his hands.

"I don't need you to babysit me, Cap." Natasha sassed, brushing dirt from her uniform.

"Course not." he smiled, turning to take off down the hallway opposite of the direction Tony had gone.

He moved briskly down the abandoned corridor. The lights flickered eerily overhead, and he felt goosebumps explode over his arms. His stomach churned; something didn't feel right.

They swept a dozen empty rooms before finding the control room. Natasha hobbled over to the computers. She hacked into the system as quickly as her shaking hands would allow as Steve stood watch at the door.

He took a few deep breaths in a feeble attempt to calm his racing heart. His mind wondering to the girl he’d left behind at home. What were you doing right now? Were you finishing the book you’d started last week? Were you cuddled up on the couch in your pajamas watching the movies you were supposed to watch together this weekend? Did you miss him as much as he missed you?

He pictured your breathtaking smile as you gazed up at him before he left the apartment. He remembered the way his heart felt as though it were going to burst. He couldn’t wait to make it home to you.

He was suddenly snapped from his thoughts when Natasha spoke.

“Cap, get over here.” Her voice was laced with urgency.

Steve pushed himself away from the cold concrete wall behind him and strolled over to the spy. His boots made heavy thuds in the tile floor.

“Hydra has been running tests on locals just like we thought, but their experiments are failing. Every person they’ve used in their trials have died.” She explained, her eyes cold.

Steve sucked in a breath and ran a hand over his face. This was not what he wanted to hear.

“They can’t seem to get their super soldier serum right.” She explained further.

He eyes the words in the screen. They were all in Russian. He couldn’t read them. He knew Nat was sparing him all the gruesome details.

Suddenly she reached out and grabbed his forearm softly. Her eyes bore into his own. The look on her face made his heart speed up.

“Hydra has a plan to kidnap Y/N.” She stated calmly.

His heart stopped inside his chest. His lungs constricted and all of a sudden he couldn’t breathe. Had he heard her correctly?

“What?” He croaked out breathlessly.

“They plan to abduct her. They know that you’ll turn yourself in to free her.”

His large hands began to tremble. He could feel sweat beading in his furrowed brows.

His girl was in danger. The love of his life was in serious danger…because of him.

“No.” He whispered, his throat betraying him. He began to shake his head rapidly. His mind was spiraling out of control.

He began to pace the floor. His hands reaching up to tug at the golden strands of hair on his head.

If Hydra got ahold of Y/N there’s no telling what they’d do. He couldn’t stomach the thought.

His mind raced as alarm bells blared in his head. His blood ran cold.

This was a set up. This mission was a decoy. Hydra knew that the Avengers would show up if they suspected that civilians needed rescuing, but there was no one left to rescue.

That was why there were soldiers upon entry, but no back up had been called. No alarms went off. They practically waltzed right in and got into their database easily.

They were distracting them so that they could abduct Y/N.

His pacing immediately ceased.

“Damn it!” He bellowed, his fist colliding with the wall. Little pieces of concrete rained to the floor.

“This was a set up!” He turned toward Nat, chest heaving. “We’ve gotta get back. They’re going after her now.” He seethed.

Nats mouth opened and closed rapidly, but no words escaped. She turned and yanked the hard drive from the computer before effectively typing in a code to destroy the system.

“Let’s go!” She demanded as she strolled across the room.

She pressed her delicate fingers to the piece of equipment in her ear.

“Back to the jet, now. We’ve gotta get back.” She barked the command as she led Steve back the way they came.

“What?” Bucky questioned a minute later. “I haven’t found the hostages yet.”

Steve sighed and reached up to his own ear piece.

“There aren’t any. They’re all dead. This was a set up.” He stated flatly.

Nat spared him a concerned glance. His shoulders were rigid. His lips pressed into a thin line.

“What? What are you talking about?” Tony demanded, sounding out of breath.

Steve’s hands clenched into fists at his side.

“Hydra sent us here as a diversion. They’re going to abduct Y/N.” Natasha explained as Steve’s fist flew into another wall.

#steve rogers imagine #chris evans #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers story #steve rogers imagines #steve rogers angst #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers series #chris evans fluff #chris evans x reader #chris evans angst #chris evans character #captain america imagine #captain america x reader #captain america fanfiction #captain america #marvel story #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #marvel imagines #marvel x reader

[pnthrblk]

Kholwani (Believe)

Chapter 1. (Characters)

T’challa Udaku

Age: 38

“Please, I am a King of a Country and have only girls in my life, give me a break.”

Ororo Udaku

Age: 35

“Honestly when you’re a woman like me, you have riches and sorrow.”

N’jadaka/Erik Killmonger

Age: 36

“Come on! Let loose Nigga!

Layla Udaku

Age: 18

“Yes I am the youngest. Yes I am the heir to the throne, and yes I have bigger dreams outside of Wakanda. Anything else?”

Amber Udaku

Age: 19

“Oh come on baby, I won’t bite…unless you’re into that of course.”

Janet Udaku

Age: 20

“Out of the three of us, someone has to cut the bullshit and tell the truth”

Khalil Freeman

Age: 21

“Don’t touch my wife. Or I will hurt you.

Deondre Vanetti

Age: 18

“It’s not my fault that I’m this fine baby, you might have to keep up with your cute ass.”

D’vonte Anderson

Age:22

“These Niggas ain’t touchin me! I’m the realest Nigga in these Wakandan streets!”

Gianna Banks

Age: 18

“Baby he was mine before you even came into the picture, back off bitch.”

Mya Salul

Age: 18

“Can we all just shut the fuck up?!”

Ashley Marie Celinton

Age: 20

“I’m successful, and beautiful. A whole package if you ask me.”

Coming soon.

WARNING: THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN MATURE CONTENT SUCH AS STRONG LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, SEXUAL CONTENT ETC. THIS STORY IS ONLY FOR AUDIENCES 18+ ANYONE WHO IS UNDER 18 WILL BE BLOCKED NOT ONLY FROM READING THIS STORY BUT FROM MY BLOG ENTIRELY. THANK YOU.

(Dm or comment below if you want to be tagged!)Tags: @tchallasbabymama

#black writers #black panther #erik killmonger #t’challa #black culture #african american #black oc #ororo munroe #x men storm #storm #black panther: wakanda forever #black panther wakanda forever #wakanda forever #black stories #urban books #marveldaily #marvel story #nakia fanfiction #shuri black panther #beyoncé #mature audiences only #18+ only

[shironezuninja]

Can’t believe the UK had a part in making this Marvel Storybook. Bet they didn’t know that Shirakage Mouse was thinking about Donatello when I came up with the color, Purple alias, Murasaki.

#photos #marvel story #marvel storybook #marvel comics #spider man #the amazing spider man #personalized #alias #peter parker #sick peter parker #mary jane watson #murasaki #the color purple #sick spidey #electro #the vulture #bless you spidey #sneezy spidey #doc ock #flash thompson #the rhino #sharing information #showing off #symbolic reference #color in japanese #japanese name #fangirling #uk creative credits #voice actor connections #donatello 2003

[mobius-m-mobius]

#the Nowhere Man who waits and the God of Stories who watches

#mobius #loki #lokius #mcuedit #lokiedit #marveledit #loki spoilers #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #owenwilsonedit #marvel #dianagifs #😩😭 #what... in the most tragic of romances did i just witness #gotta rewatch tomorrow but cannot BELIEVE how okay i am with everything atm??? #their story clearly isn't done their burden is obviously going on without each other and they exist fundamentally connected #they've lost everything but being able to see mobius every step of the way is enough for loki to make the sacrifice #and mobius left for his timeline with no other purpose than to make sure loki could do just that #now they're lost without each other?? the only thing mobius can do is exist for a moment in loki's creation i'm UNWELL #god this is the star crossed angst that's gonna keep me going for the rest of my LIFE they're my everything #loki s2 spoilers

[somelittleplacebetweenthestars]

superhero franchises are OUT. gay little anti-elite detective franchises are IN

#glass onion #daniel craig #knives out #knives out: a glass onion story #netflix #rian johnson #ppl are literally BEGGING for more knives out movies #who’s begging for more marvel movies? disney’s coffers that’s it

[tardisdeancas]

what i want for Loki season 2 finale

#lokius fanart #loki marvel #loki season 2 #loki series #mobius mcu #mobius m mobius #mobius x loki #loki x mobius #lokius #loki mcu #loki laufeyson #marvel fanart #loki fanart #i want loki and mobius to take on the role of he who remains #loki needs to be on a throne #he IS the god of stories

[fla-t-line]

Lonely God

#never recovering from this horrible finale it seems rip pls send flowers #hes a damn tree #sobbing #art #myart #fanart #loki #loki season two #loki season 2 #loki god of stories #mcu #marvel

[dreamsuvivor]

I don’t think you all grasp the depth of the finale and the show as whole: Loki used to be a side chracter who was killed off several times and often used only as a comic relief, and now he’s one of the most important character in the whole mcu… His character arc is incredible, one of the best in the whole mcu.

And all some of you seems to care about is that your ship didn’t become canon. Are you kidding me?!

#and that’s why we can’t have nice things #and not to speak about the fact that those ships are based on delusions #loki #loki laufeyson #loki season 2 #loki spoilers #mcu loki #mcu #marvel #loki odinson #mobius #loki the god of mischief #loki now also the god of stories

[marvelouslizzie]

One More Night

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes are fuck buddies for a while. The problem is you have feelings for him but you don't think he reciprocates and it just makes it impossible to continue your relationship. Little did you know how much he wants you and how hard he's trying to keep it casual.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: +18, friends with benefits, idiots in love, unspoken feelings, miscommunication/misunderstandings, angst with happy ending, unprotected sex, pet names, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 3.4K

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.

It is one of those days when you feel absolutely worthless. It wasn’t something you felt often before but now…. It is starting to feel like your new normal. You know it’s your fault, and it just makes you feel even worse. You let this happen when you let Bucky Barnes walk into your life without any consequences. Now he just has a free pass to destroy you anytime he wants. 

It was supposed to be just fun. Something casual because you know he has no intention of settling down. Especially not with you. Not that he said any of those words but he doesn’t need to. You just know it. 

He’s one of the popular guys in your college. It’s not surprising considering how handsome and charming he is. He’s also talented and hard-working. He takes school seriously unlike a lot of people around you. So when it comes to his free time, he just wants to have some fun, no strings attached and you were fine with this arrangement. You wanted to be close to him and this is the price: Your heart breaks every time. 

You don’t blame him but you definitely blame yourself because you put yourself in this position. If you weren’t so pathetic, you could simply say no and this regularly hooking-up arrangement of yours would have ended. Yet you never said no and he never stopped coming back to you. Probably because it’s convenient, you can’t come up with any other reason. Like who says no to an easy fuck, right? That is what you are. An easy fuck. Still, it’s breaking your heart every time he leaves your bed. You say to yourself “This is gonna be the last time” but when the next text or call comes, you fold once again. 

That’s how you ended up here. Your face is buried in the pillow while Bucky is pounding you from behind. It feels good. Actually, it feels pretty amazing. It always does but this time your emotions are overshadowing the physical pleasure. Tears are streaming down your face and you are grateful that he can’t see it thanks to this position. Then a sob escapes your mouth and you feel betrayed by your own body.

“Does it feel that good, doll?” He sounds smug but you can’t answer him. Not while trying to hold the rest of your sobs back. That seems to worry him. He suddenly stops and when he takes a closer look sees that your eyes are filled with tears.

“Hey, hey, hey! Are you alright?” He sounds genuinely worried. You try to say something but instead, more sobs come out. “What happened? Did I hurt you?”

He didn’t physically hurt you, yet you are hurt. You don’t know how to explain this to him. You feel embarrassed and angry at the same time. You pride yourself on how good you are at hiding your emotions. You don’t want anyone to see you cry. You don’t want anyone’s pity. Yet here you are. Eyes filled with tears, sobs escaping your lips and your heart is shattered.

“Please talk to me!” His desperate tone snaps you out of your thoughts. You try to turn on your back and quickly dry your tears. 

“It’s fine. Sorry for killing the mood. I just…” You hesitate for a second but no, you won’t back down this time. “I just can’t do this anymore.”

“That’s fine.” That wasn’t the response you were expecting. “You know it’s okay right?” His worry is so apparent in his voice. “You can always tell me to stop.” What is he talking about? “If you don’t like something or you don’t feel like it anymore… Just tell me next time and I will just stop.”

“There’s no next time Bucky.” The words come out of your mouth before you can process them. You didn’t intend to be so harsh but it came out so definite.

“What?”

“I’m telling you that I can’t do this…” You wave your hand between you two. “...anymore. I’m done. We are done.” 

“What…” He sounds shocked and hurt at the same time. You try to avoid looking at his eyes while he struggles to find the right words. “What are you talking about? Did I do something?”

“You didn’t do anything. It’s all my fault.” You have no intention to blame him. You know it’s on you. He never promised you anything.

“I don’t understand.” He sounds so lost. “Just help me understand what happened, okay? I thought everything was okay.”

“They were, for you. It was never okay for me.” 

You watch how his expression changes into something that breaks your heart even more. You never thought he would care this much but… apparently, he does. Maybe he’s not used to being rejected. Especially in the middle of sex.

“I… I don’t know what to say.” He looks at your face and then around. “I thought this is what you wanted.”

“What I wanted?” You repeat his words without missing a beat. “I never wanted this. This is what you wanted and that’s why we kept doing it. I was just…” You hesitate for a second because you hate to admit it. “weak.”

“Weak? You are never weak.”

“Oh, I am weak. This is why I kept saying ‘one more night’ to myself whenever you called or texted me. I’m weak as fuck and it makes me angry, okay? I shouldn’t be like this.”

“Doll, what are you talking about?”

His confusion confuses you as well. Can’t he see how much he’s hurting you? Is he really that blind or maybe he just doesn’t care.

“This arrangement might be working for you but it’s not working for me, okay?”

“But… this is what you wanted.”

“I never wanted this.”

“You said we can’t get emotions involved!” He sounds somewhat angry this time.

“Because you didn’t want emotions involved!” Your answer comes instantly.

“When did I ever say that?”

His question makes you stop for a second. He never said that but did he really have to? You know how popular he is. Everybody loves him. He has the prettiest face you have ever seen. You desperately wanted to be with him. You didn’t care how.

“Just look at you.”

“What does that even mean?” Is he doing this on purpose? He surely knows everybody wants him. Why does he have to hear it from you?

“It means you didn’t have to say it.”

“How does… I really don’t understand you.” His confusion is written all over his face. The way he hesitates makes you realize you have to say it out loud to make him understand.

“You are handsome. You are talented. Everybody loves you.” He keeps looking at you with confusion. He really doesn’t get it, does he? “You can have anybody you want!”

“Apparently not.” Why does he sound broken?

“Oh, come on!” Your reaction is instant. “You know you can. Don’t act humble. I’m just easier.”

“Easier?” You don’t miss the disbelief in his voice. “Easier?” This time it comes out more angry. “You were never easy!”

“You know what I mean. An easy fu-”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” The tone of his voice startles you. You never heard him talk like this. “I never wanted just an easy fuck. Especially not with you but that was all I could get!” Your head flinches back slightly. What is he talking about? 

“Bucky…” He doesn’t let you continue. 

“I don’t know what has gotten into you because this… what you called it? Arrangement, yes, was never my idea! You were the one who didn’t want to involve emotions. You were the one who said anything more than this would affect our friendship. I never said that!”

“I was trying to protect myself!”

“You never showed any interest to me!”

You blink a couple of times, trying to process that information. What did he think you were doing with him?

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You never showed any interest in staying over. You never wanted to do anything outside the bedroom or wherever the fuck we were fucking. Whenever I tried to take you on a date, you came up with a lazy excuse.”

“Uh… what?”

“I tried so many times, sweetheart. You never let me in. You were only interested in sex and now you are blaming me for it. No. Be honest. If you wanna end this thing, it’s fine. You don’t need any lies. I get it. I knew it would happen eventually.” He’s speaking so fast, you can’t even find any opportunity to interrupt him until he stops.

“You tried to take me on dates?” He squishes his eyebrows together like he can’t believe you are focusing on that part.

“Many times. I suggested study dates, tried to take you on that concert, then that one comedy club thing…”

“I thought…” You don’t know how to finish that sentence.

“You thought what? You knew what I was trying to do and you weren’t interested, so I finally gave up.”

“No, no, no.” You jump from your awkward position on the bed. “I never realized.”

“What did you think I was doing?”

“I thought… they were activities with other… people. Not dates.”

“Why would I take other people to a concert with us?” Oh, he really doesn’t get it.

“I thought… you had plans with your friends and… you were… inviting me as well. Just to show… we are nothing more than friends.”

“Oh, dear god.” He covers his face with both of his hands. “Seriously? Why would you even think that?”

You mimic him and cover your face with embarrassment. You don’t want to say it. Especially not to him.

“I… just never thought…” You don’t know how to say it without making him realize how low you think of yourself. “You were interested in anything more than sex.”

“I’m handsome. I’m popular. Everybody loves me. Is that why?” He repeats your words with that god-awful mocking tone and it hurts to hear. What you don’t realize is that he’s making fun of himself.

“Yeah.” Your response comes out so weakly but he hears it.

He starts to laugh all of a sudden and all you can do is give him a confused look. 

“God you are so blind.”

“Hey!” You instantly respond.

“Have you ever looked in the mirror?” You make a face but it just spurs him. “You are gorgeous and smart. I always thought you were way out of my league.”

“What?”

“You heard me. You are out of my league.”

“Come on… That’s-” He interrupts you again.

“Please.” The way he says it makes you stop talking. “I have been struggling to come to terms with you not liking me. I just told myself, you have done everything you can. You tried so many times. It’s a miracle she still wants to fuck you. I convinced myself this was all I could get so I tried to make peace with it. Now you are telling me you don’t want to keep doing this. What did you think I was gonna think?”

He just baffles you with every word coming out of his mouth. You look at him, not knowing what to say or what to think, even.

“And you thought you were just an easy fuck? Jesus, doll. Do you have any idea how many times I prepared myself for rejection? Every time I called you, I thought you weren’t gonna pick up. Every time I texted you, I prepared myself to hear ‘no’, and every time it did not come, I was the happiest man on earth because I had one more night with you!”

You don’t know when it started but you start to feel tears filling your eyes.

“Please don’t cry anymore.” He moves his hand on your face and catches a tear before it drops on your cheeks.

“I…” It’s so hard to speak normally. “I never thought…”

“What?” This time it comes out softer. You know he wants to hear it because he needs that assurance as much as you do.

“You would actually like me.”

“Like you? Oh, doll… I don’t like you. The word like doesn’t even cover it.” The smile he gives you ignites something inside you. Something you tried to push down for a long time. Suddenly you push him back a little bit and his mouth falls open but he doesn’t get the chance to say anything. You just sit on his lap, taking him back inside you and it slips right back in so easily. It makes you want to moan out loud but instead, you wrap your legs around his torso and trap him there.

“Oh fuck…” His moan is like music to your ears. It’s so raw and unfiltered.

You don’t say anything. Your hand wraps around his neck before you start to move. His hand quickly finds your breasts, squeezing them a lot harder than he ever did before. 

“You are so fucking gorgeous.” He says right next to your ear. You feel his breath on your neck and his lips attach to your neck as if he knows what you want. He starts gently. First, he sucks the skin and makes you whimper. Then his teeth graze the sore skin. When he finally bites the same spot, you realize he was just giving you some time to protest but it never came. His bite pulls a groan out of you and the way it hurts falters your rhythm.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” He licks the same spot, trying to soothe the pain. “There’s a part of me…” He tries to find the right word. “...that wants to mark you. Show the world that you’re mine.” Fuck, is he serious? He stops for another second to ask “Are you mine, doll?” He sounds so nervous yet possessive.

“I am.” You move a little back and look into his eyes while saying that. “I have been for a long time.”

He grabs your cheeks with both of his hands and pulls you in for a long, passionate kiss. It's all tongue and teeth, making you burn with passion.

“I’m yours, too. I think I always have been.” 

It’s your turn to show how much those words mean to you. You start to move again on his lap. This time it’s faster than before and it just makes both of you moan loudly. He wraps his arms around your body while he supports your movement by grabbing your ass and moving you a bit faster than before.

“Shit!” It feels good but it also restricts your range of movement and he realizes it quickly.

“Sorry. I just want to feel you all over me.”

You want to say it’s alright but he’s a lot faster than you. Suddenly you find yourself on your back. Bucky’s still between your legs. He never left inside you while changing the position. 

“Wrap your legs around me, baby.” 

God, the way he says it sounds like a soft order. You can practically feel the desire running through your veins. Your legs are automatically wrapped around his ass while he starts to move but he doesn’t put any distance between you. His whole body is pressed against yours while he’s kissing and licking all over your neck.

Sex with Bucky never felt like this. It was always good. You don’t remember any occasion you didn’t enjoy it or reach orgasm. Yet this feels like real intimacy. The way he’s making you feel is indescribable. You can feel everything he said before while he moves inside you. How much he wants you, how much he adores you… The way he clings to you fills you with love. All of it enhances the physical pleasure. Loud moans escape your lips.

“So… All this time…” Bucky starts to talk. “You thought I was here because this is easy.”

Ah, fuck. He isn’t gonna let that go, is he? You should’ve known that. You roll your eyes in response but he doesn’t see it. His head is still buried in the crook of your neck.

“All this time… I was where I wanted to be.” Your annoyance quickly fades away as he keeps talking. “Underneath your body.”

“You weren’t always underneath me.” You answer him with a playful tone.

“As long as I’m inside you, the position doesn’t matter.”

“So…” You try to ask as quickly as possible before your sudden courage disappears. “You haven’t been sleeping around with anyone else.”

He raises his head just to look into your eyes. 

“All this time, you thought I was fucking other people?”

“I mean…” You were just friends with benefits. What else you were supposed to assume?

“Were you?”

“Was I what?”

“Fucking other people?” His question is a lot more blunt than yours.

“I asked first!” You sound so defensive all of a sudden.

“I can’t live without touching you, smelling you, feeling you… I have been craving you non-stop, only stopping myself from calling you every day, just so I wouldn’t scare you away and you are asking me if I have been fucking other people. Jesus Christ, doll. How blind are you?”

You are questioning the same thing yourself, to be honest. How blind were you? While trying to surpass your feelings, you were overlooking his, as well. It’s just unbelievable.

“Doll?” You didn’t realize you were lost in thoughts. “It’s fine if you have been.” It doesn’t sound fine at all. It sounds like he’s trying to rationalize it so it would hurt less. “I’m not saying I won’t be jealous but it’s not like we were actually together.”

You start to laugh and he gives you a strange look.

“You are such an idiot and you call me blind.”

“What?”

“I only ever wanted you, you moron.” 

His smile is so big and bright, it’s worth everything you two went through. His happiness is practically radiating. Suddenly, his lips are on yours, kissing you like a madman.

“You’re only mine.” He starts to move inside you again and you can feel how close you are to coming.

“Only yours.” Your words make him groan loudly. 

“Fuck that mouth of yours. You’re gonna make me come before you.”

“You can do that later.” You tease him while moving your hips to meet him.

“Is that a promise?”

“It can be. Only if you fuck me just a little harder so I can finally come!”

That makes him move away from you. He stands up and without losing any time, pulls you on the edge of the bed. You know what’s coming and it makes you smile like a fool. He positions himself between your legs while pushing your knees on your chest. In a couple of seconds, he’s back inside you but the position feels so much better this time. A loud moan leaves your lips every time he hits that sweet spot inside you.

“Harder, huh?”

“Yeah. Just like that.” It’s so hard to not roll your eyes with the pleasure he’s giving you. It’s familiar yet it feels so different this time.

“My girl wants it rough. Why didn’t you just say so?” He sounds cocky there’s also a hint of eagerness in his voice. You can tell he’s close.

“Do I have to tell you everything?” 

“From now on, yes. You have to tell me everything.” That authoritative tone pushes you over the edge. “Every fucking thing you feel, okay? Every fucking thing you want. I wanna know everything!”

“Yes!” You practically scream. You don’t know if you are answering him or just screaming because of the way he makes you feel. Your legs are shaking violently while your whole body tightens up. “Fuck yes. Please, please, please, don’t stop!” Your eyes are closed while you are riding your high.

That makes him groan so loudly. Even though you can’t directly look at his face anymore, you just know he’s about to come. He starts to pound on you so forcefully, it just unlocks another level of orgasm for you. Both of your moans fill the room and he keeps going until he empties himself inside you. After what feels like an eternity, he pulls out of you and lays right next to you.

“Fuck, that was…” The struggles to find the right word.

“On another level?” You offer to end the sentence for him. That’s exactly how you feel.

“Yeah.” He doesn’t miss a beat. “We should’ve talked to each other before.”

“We were busy doing other stuff.” You smile and he smiles back, knowing exactly what you mean.

“I guess we did everything other than talking things through, huh?”

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[ohbuckysmetalarm]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: “Rough sex on the bedroom floor…”

Warnings: SMUT: (Breast play, p in v sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, praise, overstimulation, slight daddy kink, brief possessiveness) USE OF PET NAMES (princess, babygirl)

Word Count: 1,309

Thank the lucky stars for the team having an argument, causing everyone to retire to their rooms early this evening. You’ve been horny all fucking day, and Bucky fucking Barnes didn’t help the state you were in. All day he would give lingering touches and then just smirk about it. You couldn’t decide if you wanted to shoot him in the face or ride it when he gave you that smirk.

“Hey, princess.” He gives you an award winning smile. You just glare at him. “What’s wrong?”

He knows what’s wrong, you can see it in the smirk he gives you. “Please go, Barnes. I have some stuff I gotta do.”

“Oh, do you now?”

“Mhm.”

“And what might that be?”

“Important stuff that’s none of your business.”

He gets up and walks toward you, you backing away until you feel the cold wall hit your back. He cages you in, placing his hands beside you. “But I think it is my business, y/n.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. “And why do you think that, James?”

“Because I know exactly what you’re gonna do the moment I leave this room.”

“You do?” You ask, you’re voice wavering ever so slightly.

“Yeah, it’s the same thing you do almost every night.” You look into his eyes and notice the way his pupils slowly dilate. “You’re gonna get out your vibrator and you’re gonna play with yourself until you make yourself cum while you moan my name.”

You freeze at the last portion of his statement.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, princess. I can hear you every time you play with yourself. I can hear when you moan my name. I can hear when you’re desperate to cum, but just can’t because that fucking can’t satisfy you like a person can. Like I can.” He presses his hip against yours, eliciting a moan from you. You look at his lips and lean in to kiss him. The moment your lips meet, you’re both desperate. Quickly stripping each other. His tongue slides against your bottom lip asking for permission. You part lips and his tongue slides against yours. You moan into his mouth and he pulls back slightly, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. He looks at you with hungry eyes and then picks you up and walks to the bed, throwing you on it.

The moment he gets on the bed his lips are attached to your neck; sucking marks on your collar bone. Licking the skin once he releases it. Bucky licks down to your breasts and kisses your left nipple before sucking into his mouth. You moan out loud at his actions and place your hands on his head to keep him against you. His flesh hand comes up and massages your right breast. He gently tugs your nipple with his fingers and you pant softly. He looks up at you, his lips still around your nipple and you feel another wave of arousal gush from your already dripping. He releases your breast with a pop and blows on the wet patch he made, making you throw your head back in pleasure. He quickly moves his attention to your right breast, giving it the same treatment. When he comes off you again you smash your lips to his. He slides his tongue in your mouth, more desperate than before, needing every piece of.

Somewhere during your heated kissing you rolled off the bed onto the floor, neither of you bothering to get back on the bed. You break the kiss and look into his beautiful eyes. The blue almost completely taken over by the black of his pupil. “Bucky, I need you inside of me. Please.” You feel him twitch between your thighs, hard as hell. “C’mon, Buck. I want you to fuck me… hard.”

Something snaps inside of him at your filthy mouth. He grabs you by the hips and flips you around so you’re on your knees with him behind you. “You want me to fuck you, babygirl? Want me to give it all to you?”

“Yes, Daddy!” You screamed out as his tongue made contact with your pussy.

Bucky froze. “What did you call me?”

“Uhh…” Fuck, there was no taking it back now. You and your stupid mouth!

Bucky slaps your ass, and you moan out at the sting of it. “I said, what did you call me?” His dick prods your entrance.

“Daddy.” You say softly.

“I can’t hear you, princess.” Bucky says as he plunges his cock into you, stretching you out.

“DADDY!” You scream at the sensation flowing through you as he bottoms out.

“Fuck, who knew you’re such a filthy girl?”

“Only for you, Daddy.”

That seemed to be the right thing to say because his hips stuttered for a moment and he moaned loudly. “Shit! That’s right, babygirl, after tonight you’re only mine.”

“Only yours, Bucky.”

He picked up the pace of his hips, slamming into you at a brutal pace. You swore you could feel him in your guts. “Oh, God! Daddy, you’re so deep.”

He snaked his metal hand around and applied pressure to your lower belly, and you could feel his cock thrusting in and out of you. You moaned at the feeling, your legs beginning to shake. “You gonna cum, princess? Gonna make a mess all over Daddy’s big cock?”

You whine, ready to burst at any moment.

Bucky still his movements white just the tip of his cock inside you and you whimper out a protest, needing him inside you. “You gotta use your big girl words or you don’t get to cum.”

“Oh, fuck. I wanna cum so bad, Daddy. I wanna cum on your cock so bad.”

The moment the words leave your lips Bucky thrusts into you hard. “Oh, baby, you’re so good to me.” The hand he has over your lower belly lowers even further to circle your clit, making you jolt forward from the pleasure. “Cum for me, y/n.” And just like that the coil snaps and cum with a shout of his name. He quickly turns you around so you're on your back and drills his cock into you, your pussy growing sensitive from the overstimulation. He continues circling your clit with he thrust in and out of you at a punishing pace. The sound of both your moans and skin slapping skin filling the room.

“Daddy,” You whine out.

“What is it, babygirl?”

“I’m- I’m gonna cum again!” Your legs shake uncontrollably at this point, ready to spill over at any moment.

“Cum, baby. I’m right behind you.” You cum around his cock for the second time that night, screaming out from the pleasure. This had to have been the greatest and most intense orgasm you have ever experienced. You clench hard around his cock as your legs shake. You clench so hard Bucky can’t even move. He just shoves his dick as deep as it can go and comes with a loud groan. “Oh, y/n. I love the way you squeeze me when you cum. Milking my cock until there’s nothing left to give. You’re so amazing!”

Once you both come down from your highs you turn and give him a light kiss on the cheek and smile at him.

“We should probably go shower…” Bucky strokes your cheek gently, the exact opposite of what he just gave you.

“Yeah, we should.” And my, oh my, did you have a plan for him!”

Part 2

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[punishereditz]

Punisher Masterlist

Black Blue And Bloodily (Smut)

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[marvelouslycaptivating]

A Swarm of Butterflies

Masterlist

Part Seven: Morning Light

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Summary: Steve leaves for a mission and you confess some big feelings.

Authors Note: Wow, it’s nice to be back. I’m sorry I was gone for so long. My life has been a chaotic mess the last year. I welcomed my 3rd child and opened a small business (that is not doing great and is taking most of my time.). I’m going through a bit of a self discovery journey, which sounds strange since I’m in my late 20’s. But I’ve realized I love writing and I wanna make it my career so I can support my family. If you have any suggestions let me know in the comments!

Thank you to everyone for the continued support. I hope you love it!! Reblog and share!! I’m also no logger doing tag lists as it takes so long…if you’d like updates on my work follow me and set it up to be notified any time I post!! Love you all. Xxx

**Three months later**

“Y/N” Steve whispered as he gave your shoulder a gentle shake. “Baby, I’ve gotta go.”

He shook you a few more times, a soft chuckle falling from his lips when you hardly stirred.

“Sweetheart, wake up.” He pleaded. His warm hands rubbing your bicep.

Slowly you forced your heavy eyelids open. Steve sat beside you on your bed. He was dressed in jeans and a navy t-shirt. His hair was damp and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“There’s my girl.” He cooed, moving his slender fingers to brush the hair away from your eyes.

You smiled sleepily and turned your head slightly to look at the clock on your bedside table. 6:04 AM.

He had always been an early riser, but it was his weekend off. Normally he spent the morning beside you in bed even if he was awake. He’d lay there and hold you in his arms until you decided to wake up.

“Steve, what are you doing up?” you asked, reaching out to take his hand in your own much smaller one.

He blew out a sigh and cast his eyes down to the duvet.

“I got a phone call an hour ago. It was Fury. I’ve gotta go.” He explained, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

You groaned and squeezed your eyes closed. The two of you had planned to stay at inside and watch movies all weekend. He’d been extremely busy the last month and you hadn’t had much time to spend together.

“I know, doll.” He whispered, guilt lacing his tone. You knew he felt horribly.

You opened your eyes and sat up in bed. You scooted closer to him, reaching both hands up to run through his golden hair.

His gaze finally met your own. His blue eyes looked uncharacteristically dull. His brows were furrowed and little wrinkles formed on his forehead. He was afraid you’d be disappointed, and Steve hated disappointing people.

“It’s okay.” You reassured, “I’m sure the world needs you a little bit more than I do. I have to learn to share.” You chuckled.

He swallowed roughly and brought his hands up to stroke your arms.

“I know you were looking forward to this weekend.” He smiled sadly. “I was too. I’m sorry.” He apologized.

“Hey, it’s okay. We can have a movie night when you get back. I’ll even bake those brownies you love so much.” You promised, letting your hands fall from his hair and into your lap.

“I wish I didn’t have to go, but it’s a quick mission.” He assured, still feeling the need to explain himself.

You chuckled flinging the duvet off of your body and climbing out of bed to stand in front of the soldier.

“Stevie, it’s okay. Just make sure you come home to me.” You spoke, stepping between his legs and lacing your arms around his neck. Your warm breath fanned over his face.

He looked up at you through thick lashes. His hands moving to cup the backs of your thighs, pulling you closer.

“I’ll always come home to you, baby.” He promised, his voice soft.

Steve went on missions all the time. He would leave and be gone for a few days and then he’d come back. You were used to it. You knew it was his job and it had never bothered you before, but this time was different.

This time you had something you wanted to tell him. Something you’d been dying to say for months, but could never seem to find the courage to.

Suddenly standing in front of him in your bedroom as the sun began to peak over the horizon it seemed like the perfect time to confess.

“Steve..” you whispered, voice trembling slightly.

His brows furrowed as he looked at you with concern. He could see tears gathering in your eyes. He could feel your hands trembling behind his neck.

“What’s wrong, y/n/n?” He asked. He traced circles on your skin with his thumbs. He knew the small gesture would bring you some kind of comfort.

You cleared your throat which felt impossibly dry.

“Steve..there’s something I’ve been wanting to say for awhile now.” Your voice was all but a whisper.

He nodded as he gazed adoringly into your eyes. He was listening intently, his head tilted slightly to the side.

“I love you.” You swallowed thickly. “I am hopelessly, desperately, irrevocably in love with you Steven Grant Rogers and I’ve known that for a while now. Hell, I think I knew the moment we met.” You confessed with an emotional chuckle.

Steve stared at you with wide, tear filled eyes. His calloused fingertips clutched your thighs.

“Y/N…” he whispered, his own voice held the slightest tremble now.

You shook your head with a watery smile. You wanted to finish your thought before your sudden surge of courage dissipated into thin air.

“I’m not done.” You giggled, a few tears sliding down your rosy cheeks.

“You are the most remarkable human being I have ever met. You are all that is good in the world. You are kind, brave, and loyal. You are everything I strive to be. You are truly selfless, the pure definition of a good man. You are everything I have ever wished for.” You cooed, stroking your thumbs over the stubble on his cheeks.

You felt breathless. You desperately hoped he understood how much he meant to you. How special you thought he was. He deserved to know that.

Your heart was hammering in your chest and your legs felt like jello as you gazed down at him, awaiting his reaction.

A wide smile spread across his face, and he turned his head to kiss your palm. He stood slowly, his chest brushing your own. He brought his hands up to cup your cheeks.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N…you have no idea how long I’ve been dying to tell you the same thing.” He whispered, his cerulean eyes glimmering in the sunlight that was beginning to trickle through your bedroom curtains.

“You have no idea the depth of my love for you, doll.” He continued, “After Peggy I thought that I’d spend my life alone. I figured that I’d already had my great love, and that I was destined to spend the rest of my days protecting everyone else’s…but then one morning I ran into this girl at the park. The most beautiful creature I have ever in a hundred years laid eyes on, and I knew in that moment that you were my destiny. You are my greatest love. Of course I loved Peggy. She helped shape me into the man I am…the man I was meant to be, for you. The love I have for you is far deeper than anything else I’ve ever felt in my life. It’s terrifying and exhilarating. It takes my breath away, and I never want to live without that feeling.” His voice cracked slightly, his eyes watering.

A large tear fell down his right cheek and trickled down to his jawline. You let out a soft sob, unable to contain your emotions any longer.

“I’m in love with you Y/N, and I never want to spend a single moment without you by my side.” He confessed, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You wrapped your arms around his torso and looked up at him through hooded eyes. Tears still staining your flushed cheeks.

“Move in with me.” You commanded.

You watched his eyes widen slightly before a grin broke out over his plush, pink lips.

“As soon as I get home.” He chuckled without even a moments hesitation.

You reached up on your tippy toes and connected your chapped lips with his. Your lips slotted together perfectly. Your fingers reached up to tangle in his hair and his hands gripped your waist tightly.

You both poured every ounce of emotion you felt into that kiss as you stood in the beam of morning sunlight. Your stomach swirled and your heart pounded.

Steve pulled away too soon for your liking. A silly smile decorated his face and his cheeks were rosy. You moved your hands to rest on his chest. You could feel his thundering heartbeat beneath your fingertips.

“I’ve gotta go, doll.” He took a step back his hand reaching for yours.

The last thing you wanted was for him to leave, especially after you’d finally confessed the depth of your feelings.

“Okay.” You nodded, a sad smile on your face as tears clouded your vision once more.

He stepped closer taking your face in his hands. His thumbs stroked over your cheeks catching the tears that had begun to fall.

“Hey, none of that. I’ll be back in a few days. Then we’ll pack up all my stuff and I’ll be here with my girl all the time.” He reminded you.

You smiled and nodded, clutching his shirt in your hands.

He leaned in for another kiss. It was quick but it was his promise to you that he’d return.

“I love you.” He smiled as he stroked your hair.

“I love you too.” You leaned in for one more hug.

He stepped away and grabbed his bag, turning back to look at you over his shoulder as he reached for the door knob.

“Go back to bed, baby. I’ll be back before you know it.” He smiled, turning the knob and walking out into the dark hallway.

You sighed as the door closed and crawled back into bed, pulling the wrinkled duvet up to your chin.

You were sad that Steve had to go, but you were also over the moon that the man that you adored felt the same way. The sweet words he’d showered you with made you feel as though you were soaring, and you’d never been more proud.

So you closed your eyes and drifted back off to sleep with visions of a blue eyed super soldier dancing through your mind.

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[notafunkiller]

What if I am too much?

Summary: When Sam's girlfriend calls you clingy, you decide to give Bucky some space. What you don’t know is that he doesn’t want any space. None at all.

Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Warnings: 18+, angst, teasing, language, pet names, spanking, daddy kink, metal arm kink, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 2.2K

Bucky Barnes masterlist

A/N: I want to thank @marvelouslizzie for her help!

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!

“Oh, you’re alone?”

You turn your head in the direction of the voice and smile politely. You don’t recognize this woman, but she looks at you like she does.

“Uh, yes. Hello!”

“You don’t remember me, do you?”

You instantly blush, ashamed, and search for Bucky’s face in the crowd. Nowhere to be found. Damn it!

“No, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she says before coming next to you. “I’m Misty.” Brunette, tall and beautiful.

“Where did we meet?”

“Sam’s birthday, but I’m not surprised you don’t remember me. You were too busy clinging to Bucky’s side all night.” She sounds serious, and you freeze, having no idea where this came from. She simply laughs, grabbing your arm with some kind of bionic cold hand for a second before letting it go.

It’s not like Bucky’s. It’s more... robotic.

“Clinging?” You ask confused.

“Yeah, you know, always sitting with him, holding his arm, following him around.”

You puff, already annoyed by this random woman. “Following him around? I’m not a dog!”

“Didn’t say you are a dog, honey. Just pointing out the obvious.”

You try to hold your tongue, pushing aside the impulse to start a fight. This is a night about Bucky. Not you or your discomfort. And she is his ex-co-worker-friend’s girlfriend. Your anger can wait.

“Alright, but how does my clinging affect you, though?”

“Oh, don’t take it so personally! I just meant to be friendly. It’s a girl’s advice. Live a little, being insecure is not gonna save your relationship.”

A piece of advice no one asked for. A take you never even considered. You’re not insecure and you’re definitely not keeping Bucky to your side all the time. You don’t… He is free to do whatever the hell he wants.

“Thank you.”

She has the audacity to laugh. “Don’t be so defensive, honey! Gonna get a cocktail, want some?”

You shake your head, feeling a hole in your stomach after she leaves you alone, and you basically run to the bathroom, trying to calm down. What if she is right, though? What if Sam heard or saw something? Maybe Bucky is extra grumpy or unhappy. Maybe he even complained…

You never thought sitting with Bucky is a sign of clinginess. You thought it’d help... he is not the most comfortable person at events. He gets stared at a lot, he hates small talk, and you really like being close to him. Gosh, you are clingy!

The rest of the night passes like a blur. When you come back, Bucky’s waiting for you, and despite your instinct to wrap your arm around his back and let him hold you, you keep a little distance, giving Sam and his nosy girlfriend a fake smile, while Bucky keeps staring at you strangely.

You even manage to avoid touching him all week somehow, except for a few kisses now and then. Your period came, and as he tried to hold you, you had to fight tears while telling him not to. You’re sick and tired and you miss him, but you want to give him some space. You’ve been suffocating him for so long... You make sure to cry only when he’s out because he might hear you even in the shower. He has super hearing after all.

You thought it would become easier every day, but quite the opposite. Every time you’re close to giving up, you remember Sam’s comment that he made a week after you met him about how Bucky always likes his space and what Misty told you, so you fight against your wish.

Until Sunday afternoon.

You’re in bed, scrolling down on Instagram as Bucky comes out of the shower. You try not to stare at him, but how can you not? He looks absolutely incredible.

What you don’t expect is him trying to get on top of you to tickle you with a huge smile on his face. He’s so adorable.

“B-Bucky, stop!” You laugh as his hands get under your T-shirt. He loves making you laugh no matter how he does it. “N-no.”

“Oh, I will,” he says playfully.

But what he failed to tell you is that stopping means sneaking his head under your T-shirt, which starts to rip a little because of the stretch, and resting it on your boobs.

“Bucky!”

He puffs, annoyed. “Why the fuck are you wearing a bra in the house, bubba?”

“Cause it’s a bra?” You ask back sarcastically, but you know this is weird. You always complain about needing to wear it outside. But inside? It’s even worse.

“Unacceptable.” He quickly rips your bra in half, not bothering to unhook it, and you feel his beard on your breast all of a sudden, making you shiver. Fuck, you really miss this.

“B-Bucky, come on, your hair is a little wet!”

“Bubba, please...”

“Bucky! Why did you do that?” He immediately takes his head out of your T-shirt, and you almost cry. He looks do lost and scared.

“Baby, do you not want me anymore?”

“What the fuck?” You groan. This is the last thing you wanted him to think. All you tried to do was to make him happy and feel less pressured.

“You don’t let me touch you. You don’t want to cuddle with me. You don’t wake me up with kisses. You don’t get on top of me You don’t hug me! What did I do?”

Your heart aches for both of you. “Wasn’t that better?”

“Better for who?” He cries. “This was the worst week of my life since Hydra.”

“Unfortunately, that cannot be true, Bucky.” You sigh, getting closer to him. “I thought you like space...”

“I do, but not with my fucking baby!”

You melt at his words, truth be told. He said it so passionately, but you’re so confused.

“I thought I was being too clingy, touching you too much, you know?”

“What? Where did this come from?”

You close your eyes. How are you supposed to answer this without sounding like a petty bitch?

“Does it matter?”

“Of course it does!” You feel his hands grabbing your face so you can look at him. “It means I did something wrong.”

You frown, upset that he thinks that. He’s been nothing but kind, understanding, and loving to you, and you hate how he feels like he failed you or something.

“Sam’s girlfriend told me I am clingy... always with you, never leaving you alone to breathe basically. And it reminded me of Sam saying how much you love your space, and I just...” You try not to cry, you really do, but you cannot hold back the tears this time, which Bucky immediately reaches to wipe with his flesh fingers.

“Jesus, baby! I don’t give a goddamn shit about what they say, you aren’t allowed to listen to anyone! Just let me touch you.”

You immediately wrap your arms around his neck, and Bucky lifts you a bit so you can sit on his lap. You can hear his heartbeat, and you find that so peaceful.

“I thought you’re gonna break up with me, honey.” He whispers in your ear. “I was terrified when you didn’t let me cuddle with you.”

“I’m so fucking sorry, baby.” You don’t know what else to say. You hurt both of you for days just because you let some woman get inside your head, but you had good intentions. “I just didn’t want to be a burden.”

“I should be the one saying that, not you, bubba.” He leaves a kiss on your shoulder. “God, I missed you so much, it feels surreal to touch you.”

“I love you, I’m sorry.”

“Promise to never do this shit ever again!”

“I’ll try,” you murmur. “I didn’t realize you want me to touch you so much.”

Bucky lifts your head. “You know I have to punish you for that, right?”

“Punish me?” You ask surprised.

“Yeah, for believing some stranger over your man. For pulling away and giving me a heart attack. And for depriving yourself of my cuddling skills.”

You giggle. “What if I let you suck my nipples for a whole week anytime you wanted?”

“I already do that!” Bucky lifts your T-shirt as he speaks, and you gasp.

“You do not!”

“Yes, I do. Remember when I came home from the last mission and I made you come by-” He lowers his head and licks your right breast, avoiding your nipple.

“Fuck you, tease!”

“I am the tease?!” He snorts, continuing to lick.

“You’re always the tease. Now kiss me and gimmie your cock.”

“I won’t give you anything until I punish you.”

“Jamie!” You scream when he turns you around, ripping off your shorts in half, along with your underwear before placing you on his thighs. “What the fuck?”

“What the fuck to you for keeping yourself away from me.” You feel him caressing your ass for a few seconds before slapping your right cheek with his flesh hand. You squirm, gripping into his hip.

“F-fuck!”

“Count.”

You groan. “Jamie...” He spanks you again but harder, and this time you moan. “T-two.”

“Nope, we start over.”

“O-one.”

“Good girl!”

The third and fourth aren’t as hard as you want and you find yourself wiggling your ass in the air.

“Harder.”

“Harder?” He snorts, amused, and before he can bring his flesh hand in the air, you grab his metal arm.

“Please, daddy, use this one!”

Daddy? It didn’t take too long for you to get back in the mood.

“Can’t use it, baby, I’m sorry.”

“No!” You cry. “I need it, pleaseee. I’ll ride your face as many times as you w-want.”

Bucky still doesn’t agree. “Baby, it would hurt.”

“Let it hurt!”

You want it to hurt because this pain is not unbearable, quite the opposite. It pushes you over the edge faster.

He sighs and listens to you, bringing his metal hand to your ass, but you barely even feel it when he slaps. You groan, upset.

“I said slap! Do you want me to hover?”

“I can fucking hurt you.”

“I told you to hurt me!” You beg. “Please, honey! Please, please, please.”

He does it again, not hard enough for you, but you count anyway. Again and again.

“Jesus, you’re making my thighs so wet. You’re such a little whore for me.”

“I’m your whore. Always, daddy, please!”

Bucky’s moan comes somehow from the back of his throat, and the last spanks are perfect. He gently caresses your ass, cooling it off with his metal hand, and you smile. “You’re so dirty sometimes, but also such a good girl taking your punishment perfectly.”

“I am sorry,” you whisper.

“For what exactly?”

You pout, grabbing his face. “For all of it. But you’re you, Bucky. You’re the greatest guy in the world, I just didn’t want to be annoying.”

“You were annoying when you didn’t let me even hug you.”

You know that, but sometimes you can’t help but do dumb things, thinking about him. “I wanted you to be happy.”

“Well, I wasn’t happy, obviously. And neither were you, bubba. Promise me you’ll talk to me first next time.”

“I was just stupid…”

“No.” You feel his thumb all over your lips. “You were worried. I love you and I really need your touch, okay?”

“I noticed,” you laugh.

“Good, now feed me my boobs, and then I wanna see you riding my face as you negotiated.”

You fake sigh and grab your boob. “Open up.”

*

You’re not sure how to react when Bucky drags you straight to Sam and his girlfriend as soon as you get inside the museum.

“Hey, Buck-”

“Who do you think you are?”

Misty gasps while Sam and you freeze.

“Wow, wow, wow, man. Hold on a sec, what is going on?”

“What is going on, Samuel?” Bucky asks rhetorically through his teeth. “Ask your little girlfriend where she got her audacity from to tell my girl she is clingy. That she basically spends too much time with me. Who the fuck gave her the permission to even speak to her? So she either apologizes and keeps her mouth shut, or we’ll have a big problem.” Bucky turns his head to look at Misty. “From one metal arm to another. Wanna try me?”

“You did what? What the hell?”

Misty frowns, staring at you. “You went to complain to him for giving you a friendly, harmless advice?”

Bucky instantly grabs her metal arm wrist before you can answer.

“You got three seconds to beg for her forgiveness before I snap your hand in half. And I am not bluffing.”

Sam doesn’t even try to get between them, simply watching, and Misty immediately gets teary.

“I’m... sorry.”

Bucky shakes his head, squeezing her wrist. Holy shit! You haven’t seen him like this in ages. “Didn’t hear you.”

“I am sorry. I should have minded my own business!”

“Yes, you should’ve,” you say without regret. “But I forgive you.”

Bucky lets go with a grunt before nodding to Sam and bringing his hand to your hips, leading you toward the exit.

As soon as you are outside, you don’t even care if someone can hear you as you speak. “Fuck, I wanna suck your cock so badly!”

Bucky laughs. “I see. In the car… is that okay for you?”

You get on your tiptoes to kiss him. “Perfect.”

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