#bucky barnes rock star au

[buckyalpine]

Oooh I’ve had an idea !!! Fuckboy!Rockstar!Bucky rough fucking a groupie !! She’s high out of her mind and he’s fucking her senseless . Frantic , fast , sloppy . She’s too eager , giving him the sloppiest blowjob and screaming like a woman possessed. Both covered in sweat . Slapping , name calling , hair pulling , fingers in her mouth . Just altogether rough … (if that’s not something you’re into feel free to skip this)

Rockstar Bucky

18+ minors dni

Fuckboy Rockstar Bucky x f groupie reader

Warnings: Bucky is a warning, SMUT (name calling, spanking, breeding kink)

Word count: 

This. Is. So. Hot. I am into this, I am so so into this. 

The night starts off with you both just smoking some weed in his hotel room after his show; the both of you sharing a joint while laying down. It doesn’t take long for him to have his hands up your skirt, his fingers shoved deep in you while you’re spread out on his lap. He has the joint in one hand, the other in your panties, smirking while you moan and pant, begging for him to keep going. 

He lets you take another hit, loving the way your eyes glaze over, your moans growing louder the higher you get, a thin sheen of sweat covering your body. You can feel his cock hard under you pressing against your ass and there's nothing more you want than to have it fill all your holes. 

***** 

“Fuck, that’s it baby, get my cock nice and wet, fuck you’re such a little slut” his thighs were spread apart on the bed of the hotel room, clothes thrown haphazardly around the room. You moaned around his cock, your eyes rolling back as you took him down your throat. Your face was a mess; tears streaming down your cheeks from letting his cock stretch your throat, his precum and your spit dribbling down your chin. 

“So fucking slutty, always knew you were a cockhungry whore” He smirks, biting his lip watching you stroke the part of his cock you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Not good enough. “C’mon baby, take it all, open up sugar” 

He doesn’t take your whining as a protest, he knows you love it. He cups your face, squeezing your cheeks to force your mouth open more, his other hand guiding the back of your head to shove his cock down your mouth. 

You groan, your nose flush against his trimmed hair, his balls nearly slapping your chin, he’s a menace and you love it. He fucks your face until he can feel his cock throb, hes so close to cumming but he doesn’t want to let go yet, not when he has other plans for you tonight. 

“Baby, I’d love to fill your mouth up but it’ll have to wait until next time” He pulls you off his cock, tossing you onto the bed. You barely have time to process anything when he yanks you by the ankles and grabs you hips up. 

“Ass up baby” Your face is pushed into the mattress, squealing when he slaps your ass, groaning watching the soft flesh jiggle. “You gonna let me taste this pretty pussy?” He spreads your legs apart, putting you on full display for him. 

“Mhm, please Buckyy” you whine out while he teases you with his tongue, sucking and licking the slick that’s already coating your thighs. He doesn’t need to be told twice, licking a long thick stripe from your clit all the way up to your tight ring of muscle, your pussy clenching when he dips back down to fuck you with his tongue.

You can barely get words out, his bruising grip on your thighs keeping them apart grow tighter the wetter you get. He doesn’t want to waste a drop, drinking every bit you spill out. His tongue is buried deep in you but you need more, your clit throbbing and aching. You push your ass back, making him groan, his hand going down to his cock to stroke himself. 

“You’re so fucking messy princess, look at the mess your making” The lower half of his face is covered in your arousal, glistening in the light of the hotel room lamp. You can see his hand moving up and down, the tip of his cock leaking with precum when he strokes himself faster. 

“Bucky, need more, please” 

He smirks because he knows exactly what you need, he’s been avoiding it on purpose just to build your frustration more. He keeps teasing you till your whining and whimpering, trying to push your hips onto his face more. 

“I know sugar, I know, you just need some attention here huh” He flicks your clit with his tongue, grinning when you moan. “So desperate, could play with this little bud all night” 

His lips seal around your sensitive clit, suckling and moaning when you cry out, your hands gripping onto the sheets. He flicks and swirls around your tongue until your nearly sobbing, pulling away just before you cum. 

“Noo, Bucky, fuck-AH” He slaps your ass, his hand rubbing the sting away after, shaking his head. 

“Wanna feel you cum around my cock, I’ll fill you up princess, don’t worry” He’s on his knees behind you, his cock is nudging your entrance. He already knows you’re going to squeeze his cock in that tight little pussy, he hopes to hell his pull out game is strong tonight. If it isn’t oh well. He starts to push the tip in, the both of you moaning when his thick cock starts to stretch you. 

“Come on baby, open up for me” He hisses, your walls clenching and stretching to accommodate his girth “So fuckin’ tight, would’ve thought you’re a virgin if I hadn’t been balls deep in you before” 

“OH fuuuccckkk yes YES” You groan out as he sheathes himself inside, giving you no chance to adjust, his hips snapping against yours in an instant. “FUCKK” His heavy balls are smacking against your clit, his cock kissing your cervix each time he thrusts into you. He loves the way your ass bounces, but he wants more. He wants to see your eyes roll back, he wants to see how fucked out your face gets for him. 

He pulls his cock out, flipping you onto your back before shoving his cock in again with one stroke. He’s slamming into you again, pounding you into the mattress, his face inches away from yours, 

“JAMES PLEASE” Your clawing at his back, you don’t know what sensation to focus on, his cock, his hands gripping onto your waist, his lips brushing against your skin. “M’gonna cum, fuckfuckfuck” Your head lulls to the side but he doesn’t want that, he needs to see you. 

“Lemme see that pretty face sugar” His hands grip your cheeks making your lips pout, forcing you to look at him. “Look at those pretty eyes baby, you’re high as fuck” His eyes are just as hazy as yours, the both of you climbing higher and higher towards your orgasm. 

He loves the way you sound like a porn star; all those moans and screams are just for him. The best part about your screams is how you sound with his fingers shoved in your mouth. You gasp when he stuffs three fingers into your mouth, muffling your moans, drool coating your lips. 

“Keep it down you little slut, unless you want half the floor to hear how good you’re getting it” 

You clench at his words which only stoke his ego more, he loves how dirty you are just for him. For the rest of the world, you’re this sweet little groupie but for him? His personal little fuck toy. He starts to fuck you faster, the headboard rattling against the wall. 

“Let you princess, know you wanna cum, let go baby, cum” Your moans and high pitched whines grow louder, your back arching, warmth and pleasure spreading through your body as your orgasm nearly tips you off the edge. His hands snakes' down to toy with your clit, throwing you head first into your climax, your walls fluttering and clenching around his length. 

He licks the tears spilling down your cheeks, fucking you harder because he can’t hold back anymore. You’re moaning and crying around his cock, your nails leaving angry lines down his back. Your ankles are digging into his ass to feel him even deeper. 

“Princess...”

He knows he has to pull out, and if he wants to he could. Right now. But fuck, your clenching tight walls are so fucking warm and wet. Fuck, imagine his cute little groupie whos supposed to be all innocent walking around with a swollen belly, full of his baby, fuck, fuck, fuck, fu-

“OH FUCCKKK I’m cumming, shit-baby, fuck you feel so good” 

He keeps fucking in to you, his pace sloppy, your mixed arousal squelching and dripping out of you. He hisses as he pulls out, panting beside you, pleased at how utterly wrecked you looked. Perfect. You’re already half asleep, the combination of the weed and Bucky’s cock have you floating on a cloud. You slur in your sleep, snuggling into the sheets. Bucky smirks, throwing his clothes on, giving your ass a soft spank before leaving. 

“Until next time, princess” 

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[sarifinasnightmare]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sarah Wilson, Misty Knight/Sam Wilson, Clint Barton/Laura Barton, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Sarah Wilson (Marvel)/Original Male Character(s) Characters: Sarah Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Misty Knight, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Howard Stark, Winifred Barnes, Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Sharon Carter (Marvel), Original Male Character(s) of Color Additional Tags: Romance, Attempt at Humor, Fluff and Smut, Family Drama, Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Mistaken Identity, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Semi-Public Sex, Gay Male Character, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Not Canon Compliant, Friends to Lovers, Getting to Know Each Other, Car Accidents, Betrayal, Bucky Barnes's Metal Arm, Sam Wilson is a Gift, Friendship, Awesome Sarah Wilson (Marvel), Flirting, Sex Is Fun, Vaginal Sex, Texting, Teasing Summary:

No one thought the Howling Commandos would rock again after their drummer, Bucky lost his arm, but he's back and ready to live life to fullest. His friend and security team leader Sam Wilson threatens to castrate him if he flirts with his sister, who has a successful events company. That's okay, Bucky will just flirt with the tall, gorgeous black girl with blue hair that works for her. What could go wrong?

#sarah x bucky #bucky x sarah #sarah wilson x bucky barnes #sam wilson x misty knight #tony x steve #tfatws #AU #rock star fanfic #not canon compliant #smutty #humor

[thevillainswhore]

New Tricks: A Pure Love

Pairing: Virgin!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count: 11.5k

Summary: From first kisses to first dates, the two of you have come a long way from pining over the other in secret and innocent touches during an unplanned movie night. But now, what once was a forbidden fantasy for an unattainable crush becomes reality when you coach Bucky Barnes through losing his virginity.

Warnings: College AU, brother’s best friend!Bucky, fluff, swearing, teasing, smut, loss of virginity, unprotected p in v sex, nipple play, handjob, praise kink, size kink, big hints of subby Bucky, dorky Bucky, love confessions.

Author’s Note: Beta and dividers by @rookthorne, she’s been my rock through this whole AU. Words will never be enough to thank you my love ❤️ Here is part three and the final instalment to New Tricks’ main storyline 🥹

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Your evening together has been magical, something pulled straight out of your dreams. The visuals of the bright, glowing stars and planets are nothing in comparison to the smile that pulls at Bucky’s mouth, even after the two of you left the museum.

During the walk back to your dorm with Bucky, he talks constantly and animatedly about the planetarium — recounting his joy for all the astronomical wonders he got to witness up close. And listening to your boyfriend’s contagious glee for a date you put together has you grinning from ear to ear.

In the late hour, you make a stop on your way back to the local twenty-four hour dessert parlour that is close to your dorm, opting for two single scoop ice cream cones. Bucky chose chocolate; you chose strawberry, and you stroll hand in hand down the Brooklyn cobblestones.

 

“I still can’t believe you don’t like chocolate ice cream, Bee,” Bucky accuses with his mouth full, shaking his head with a high sense of mock disapproval.

You roll your eyes playfully and scoff. He hasn’t stopped complaining about your dislike for chocolate flavoured treats since you revealed that snippet of information while you perused the options available to you at the parlour. “How many times are we going to go over this, Buck? Strawberry is superior,” you tell him with a proud smile. 

“Absolutely not!” Bucky gasps, outraged. “I refuse to listen to this slander against chocolate.” 

“Drama—” Your retort is cut short by him pressing you against the wall of the building next to you. The cone of ice cream in your hand almost topples precariously, interrupting you mid lick, and he ignores your surprised shout of, “Hey!”

“We are settling this right now, Buttercup.” He looks deep into your eyes with dire seriousness. “You’re gonna try mine and tell me that you like it.” The cone of chocolate ice cream appears in your peripheral vision. 

“Bucky!” You laugh. “I haven’t tried chocolate ice cream in years!” 

“All the more reason to try it now.” He holds his cone up to your mouth, a twinkle in his bright blue eyes and a pout on his plump lips. “For me?”

“Y’know, you can’t keep bribing me with those puppy eyes — No matter how handsome you are.”

With a cheeky smile, he whispers, “Is it working, though?” 

Sighing in defeat, you can’t help the upturn of your lips at his charm. “You’re lucky you’re cute. Hit me with it.” 

Like the cat who got the cream, Bucky closes the gap between you and the cold treat, letting it slightly touch your lips — the cold sensation makes you shiver, and you tentatively stick your tongue out, slowly laving it up the side of the scoop of ice cream. 

The strong taste of cocoa and sugar doesn’t impress you, and you flick your gaze towards your boyfriend to say as such, only, he’s homed in on the motion of your tongue while you lick the last remnants of cream from your lips. 

He shudders, the strong line of his shoulders shaking with the force of them, and he pants quietly. The rise and fall of his chest is uneven while his blue eyes darken to a stormy grey. 

It's difficult to contain the satisfied smirk growing on your lips as you ask teasingly, “You good, baby?” 

Bucky gulps, unsuspecting of such an innocent act to affect him so much. “I’m uh— I’m good.” His head bobs up and down, no real confidence in his answer, but his stare still pins you in place and he bites his bottom lip. “How’d you like it?”

 

“Hmm,” you hum, then you lick your lips again — just to make sure they are entirely clean, of course. Bucky’s eyes follow the movement with rapt attention. “I have to say…” The urge to use pretence to answer his question makes you want to burst into laughter, but you soldier on with the truth. “I’m sorry, honey. I still stand by my initial statement.” 

The erratic movements of his chest abruptly cease, and his eyes never leave yours while you lean forward, closer to his lips. “But,” you whisper, the tips of your fingers dancing up his chest. Every touch builds the deepening tension swirling in his eyes. “It doesn’t hurt to try something new every so often, Puppy.” 

You reach up to the corner of his mouth and swipe the smudge of chocolate ice cream left there with your thumb, then suck it into your mouth, releasing it with a wet pop — it feels like you well and truly break his resistance. 

Bucky’s fingers twitch against the cone by your lips, and it crumbles. The forceful puffs of air from his parted lips blow against your mouth, the inevitability of him pouncing on you any second undeniable. 

Rather than making it easier on him, you smirk and push him back by his shoulder. “Never hurts to experiment — Try new things. You never know.”

The dazed expression on his features is innocently sweet, and you try not to laugh as he reaches out for you to drag you back, but you dodge his hands and walk away, out of reach. You look at him over your shoulder and lick up the dribbling cream that almost reaches your hand. 

Bucky stares after you, mouth agape. “I— What—” He shakes himself back to reality, and he licks his lips, brushing his long hair back with his fingers and he throws his crumbled ice cream cone into the nearest trash can — no longer interested in that sweet treat. 

Bucky’s long strides work to catch up with you, a new kind of spark in his eyes you haven’t seen before. “Something new, huh?” 

“Yeah, handsome,” you purr. The steps to your apartment come up, and you take the first few with your back to Bucky, a smirk playing on your lips. Just as you reach the entryway door, you look over your shoulder at your boyfriend, who returns your coy smile with a hesitant one of his own. “Sometimes you’ve got to just let go and give in.”

Bucky stands behind you while you unlock the door to your dorm. The material of his button up shirt scrapes against the bare skin of your arm, and you try to suppress the shiver that runs down your spine, but it's useless. The air is charged with a thick tension unfamiliar between the two of you, and you feel as though you're swimming in new territory, wading into the depths of the unknown. 

“I had a great time tonight, Bee,” Bucky says quietly over your shoulder; the urge to kiss the skin there too tempting for him not to fall into. 

A shiver ripples down your spine from the sensation of his lips tickling your skin, and you stop just as you’re about to open the door. They move carefully over the slope of your neck and up to the lobe of your ear. 

Reining in your arousal, you turn around and agree with a broad smile. “Me too, handsome.” 

His eyes flicker between you and the door to your dorm. You hold his hand while the other rests on the handle behind you. “Ready to go in?” you ask. 

Bucky clears his throat. “Mhm,” he mumbles, and with his confirmation, you open the door. Immediately, the glow of orange lights grab his attention as they dance on the ceiling. Lit candles are placed on surfaces around the room, while your vinyl record turntable plays soft music.

The ambiance seems to both intrigue and calm Bucky, and you feel your own shoulders loosen. Thank you, Nat, you think inwardly.  

“Come on,” you whisper, urging Bucky further into your dorm room. He walks forward wordlessly, and with him out of the way, you close and lock the door behind you both — it affords you a solitary second to process the secret desire that has been stored away for so long. 

A guilty pleasure about your brother’s best friend that you revelled in at one point in time is becoming a reality. 

There is no means to do that now, to stow it away in secrecy — he stood behind you, right there in reach of you, no longer a fantasy. 

The door locks with a muffled click, and you turn around to see Bucky standing by the foot of your bed, head bowed and fiddling with the hair tie around his wrist. Slowly and steadily, you edge closer to him, careful not to make any sudden movements that will spook him. “Bucky?”

His body tenses slightly, his shoulders almost reaching his ears as you near him.

“Sweetheart?” you repeat, and you tuck back some of the hair that kept him hidden — a curtain he didn’t want to peer through. A dazzling pair of ocean blue eyes meet your own; swimming with anxiety and the desperate craving for direction. 

“Hi, you.” Your voice soothes him, and he instantly melts into you — callused, trembling hands rush to seek contact, finding their home around your waist.

“Hi, Bee,” he whispers, resting his forehead against yours. 

The soft instrumental of guitar chords pacifies the ambience. “How are we doing?” you ask gently. 

Bucky swallows the lump in his throat, and there’s a shaky, tremulous quality to his voice when he answers with, “Nervous.” 

You place a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose, hoping to calm him. “About what, baby?” 

Leaning slightly backward to better look into his eyes, you notice there is a storm of emotions swirling through his irises. In an attempt to soothe the hurricane, you comfortingly rub your hands down his muscled arms. 

“S— Sex.” His neck flushes with patchy red blotches; a staple of whenever he is flustered. 

You hum soothingly and nod your head, acknowledging his worries. “You know, we don’t have to do it if you feel like you’ve changed your mind, sweetheart. I was nervous for my first time, too.” Your fingers wrap around his arm to squeeze gently, grounding him in the wallow of nerves. “It’s okay if you’re not ready.” 

“No.” Bucky shakes his head, gulping. “I— I want this. I really want this.” There is such conviction and assurity in his voice that you cannot help but kiss him softly. He pulls back and his breath shudders. 

“You’re completely sure about this?” you ask once more, making sure to give him the space to reject your advances if he feels the need to. 

“Mm.” Bucky nuzzles into your neck, taking comfort in your embrace as he mumbles into your skin, “With everything I have.” 

You grasp his face into your hands with the most care and love you can possibly manifest to bring him out of his safe retreat, and you connect your lips with his again. 

The motion comes easy to Bucky now, natural. He has no fear and certainly no hesitation to kiss you the way he likes, with tenderness and an urge to claim you as his own — his mouth moves over yours in a synchronised dance, the steps familiar, but it still feels new, thrilling in nature.  

Snaking your hands down from his cheeks, your fingers leave a trail of goosebumps in their wake over his neck. They stop over his collar, and you look into his eyes to gain permission to undress him. “Can I?” 

“Yeah.” He’s relaxed enough in your hold to not allow nerves to hinder him just yet. 

You begin to make your way down his covered chest, and with the utmost care, you unfasten each button effortlessly — tan skin, smooth as silk and dotted with a pattern of sun kissed freckles, is revealed with each undone button, and you have to tamper down your impatience to rip the shirt straight off of his shoulders. 

“You’re so gorgeous, Bucky,” you breathe in disbelief, and your palms slither back up his body, sneaking over the ridges of his abs. “And all mine.”

“Ah–” Bucky gasps and jolts — your nails, longer than usual, brush over a responsive area of his stomach and you grin into his neck. 

You skim the tips of your fingers over the planes of his pecs, and over his shoulders to finally slide off the material veiling the godly sight of his body to you. Of course, you have already seen your boyfriend without a shirt on before, but right now, in the glow of the candlelight and the orange hues dancing over his skin, he looks like he’s been sculpted from the angels themselves.

“Bee…” A dust of pink decorates his high cheekbones, still ever so shy with your compliments. 

You open your mouth to reply, but Bucky thoroughly shocks you as he begins to unbuckle his belt, the muscles in his stomach tensing as his hands work to free the leather from his slacks. 

You watch, breathless, while he pulls down the slacks to reveal a pair of tight black briefs that do nothing to hide the growing bulge. Bucky is fucking huge, that much you make out from the strain of the material, and you’re almost sure he isn’t even fully hard. 

“Oh my god.” The sensation of your quiet divulgence against his ear elicits a sudden moan from his lips. You will never tire of being the cause of that sound. 

The rush his vocalised pleasure evokes has you beginning to reach behind your back to unzip your dress. However, Bucky hesitantly stops your hands in their haste. “C— Can I do it?” he stutters, eyes wide and glossy. “Can I undress you — Please?” 

It would be a crime to not allow him after a plea so sweet. 

With your nod of approval, he takes a deep breath, calming his nerves before he makes his way behind you. You feel his fingers hover over your back, tentative and unsure and it takes him a moment until he sighs in finality. 

He pinches the zipper, tiny in his long fingers, and he slowly descends the barrier downwards. The spaghetti straps slip off one by one — his knuckles gently skim over your shoulders until they trail down your arms, and with a quiet flutter, the entirety of your dress falls to the floor, leaving you in just your lingerie.

You wait patiently, letting Bucky take in every inch of your half naked form. Moments pass by and your combined breaths — one steady, the other erratic — ricochet through the room. 

“Sweetheart?” You feel the strands of his long hair sweep across your skin as he looks up at the sound of your voice. “Would you like to get my bra?” It’s an offer, a choice for him to decide on his own terms without the pressure. 

Stunning you with his growing confidence, he begins to unfasten the material — the straps fall down your arms with ease and you gently let it drop to the floor. 

Bucky gulps harshly, then. The realisation that your breasts are on display for the first time to his eyes hitting him like a truck. 

Stepping around your figure to come to your front, he keeps his eyes on your face, never once looking away as he kneels to the ground. His nimble fingers work to slip your heels off, taking care to help you place your bare feet down onto the carpet without letting you trip, and he kisses your lower thighs. Once he’s finished, the palms of his hands rub up the back of your calves and squeeze while he rises to stand.  

His gaze still doesn’t stray. 

“You can look, Bucky — It’s okay.” 

Only with your go ahead do his eyes dart down, taking the entirety of your body in at once. A harsh inhale of breath catches in his throat, the rise and fall of his chest is rapid while his fingers twitch by his sides. His gaze locks onto your breasts — guilty as charged with his basic instincts.

“Puppy,” you call out to him, parsing through the growing fog of desperate need in his mind, visible by the glint of hunger across his irises. “Come here.” 

His eyes shoot up, searching your expression for any sense of mocking, and he finds none. There is a desperate gleam in his cloudy, misted gaze — frantic for guidance and reassurance still. “Come here, baby,” you whisper, holding your hands out for him to grab hold of. “It’s alright.”

The steps Bucky takes are rigid, robotic — not allowing himself to lose what little control he has left. You vow to change that. He stops at a small distance in front of you, further away than you care for, and you take the bait to bring yourself closer until your nipples skim across the bare planes of his skin. 

The sensation steals your breath away, and Bucky squeezes his eyes closed, clenching his fists at his sides — it takes you back to your movie night together all that time ago, when the voice in his mind told him to hold back, to not give in to the urge to reach out instead. 

And that just wouldn’t do.

“None of that, sweetheart,” you coo, softly. “I’m gonna need you to open your eyes so I can see you.”

Like magic, he flickers his eyes open, and he swallows around the lump in his throat. 

“There he is.” You smile reassuringly at him. “Deep breaths for me, baby. You’re doing so good.” 

Bucky takes a small moment to do as you say, treating your word as gospel. His mouth works furiously over the words that won’t seem to come, until he settles on a breathless, “You’re so beautiful.” 

The way he’s devouring you with his eyes says volumes of his true meaning, and you couldn’t find it in you to mind that he was speechless.

You gently tuck the hair that’s fallen into his eyes behind his ears. “Oh, baby,” you whisper back, holding his face in your hands while a torrent of emotions that vary from awe to trepidation threaten to sweep you away. “You’re something else. I’m so lucky.”

A small huff of laughter falls from his parted lips, and he begins to grin, a cheeky pull at the corner of his lips that spreads warmth from your core to the tips of your toes and fingers. “If only you knew how much the guys on the team make fun of me for saying the exact same thing.” 

The two of you share a small bout of laughter — a wholesome moment to cut the charged air and be yourselves for a second.

You slide your hands down from his face down to his chest, feeling the steady pitter patter of his heart that’s calmed down from the fast thrum — the soft smile you give him forces a heavy exhale of breath from his lungs, and you revel in the one you’re given in return. 

“Good to keep going?” You check in once more. 

Bucky nods his head, certain. “Please.”

“Sit on the bed for me then, Puppy,” you softly direct him. 

Following behind him, sure to stay close for both his benefit and yours, he climbs onto your mattress and sits against the headboard. He holds his hand out to you, routine embedded into him to guide you onto his lap. 

It registers to him then, as your bare skin melts against his, that you have never been in this position with so little layers between you. 

Carefully, you rest your crotch — covered by your thin layer of underwear — against his. A thrill of tension stiffens Bucky’s muscles, and you smile gently at him while you shuffle your knees comfortably on either side of his thighs — fully aware that the sensation is much more intense than usual. 

“Bee…” His warm, callused hands hover over waist as you readjust yourself, and while you set yourself down on his lap, the lace of your panties swipe over his hardening cock. “Oh— Fuck.” He chokes out.

Immediately, you still. “What’s wrong, baby?” 

“I wanna touch you,” Bucky forces out, breathing heavily. “So bad—” 

“Remember to breathe, Buck,” you remind him gently, not wanting him to overwhelm himself — not this early. “You’re okay, I’m here.” 

His chest shudders with a harsh breath, and he whimpers, “I don’t know what to do.” 

The lack of experience and inadequacies that stem from it run rampant through his saddening expression, from the sheen of tears that start on his lash line, to the deep frown on his pouting lips. They lock him in place and render him frozen under you — the tense line of his thigh muscles taut beneath yours. 

You realise with a shock that while he is so eager to please, a mingling sense of shame screams that he won’t be able to make this good for you. 

“Hmm. Baby, listen,” you soothe, gathering his attention once more. His hands intertwine easily with your own and you kiss his knuckles. “How about we start off with something you do know?” 

Bucky looks at you with all the innocence of someone completely out of their depth. “O— Okay,” he stutters. “Yeah, I can do that.” 

You smile, placing a single, loving kiss to his lips. “I’ve got you, baby.” 

Sitting back upright, you slowly test a gentle roll of your hips over his crotch and instantly, Bucky gasps loudly. You grin salaciously as you witness his eyes flutter closed. But you still take care to stop, to wait a second and look for any signs he doesn’t like it — there are none, much to your satisfaction.

Slowly, you rock back and forth over his bulge, drinking in the slight, hitched moans and whines that fall from his lips. “You’re doing so well — Proud of you.” You bring the tips of his fingers to your lips and kiss them gently. “It’s only you and me, okay?” 

Bucky’s eyes flutter; heavy breaths escaping his mouth. “You and me,” he whispers.  

“That’s right. Just us.”

“You don’t have to worry your pretty little head, Puppy,” you tease gently. Bucky bites his lip. “I need you to just relax — Sit back and let me do the thinking.” 

“Buttercup–” 

“Here.” You guide Bucky’s hands to your sides, smoothing them down the slopes of your hips, and you repeat the motion a few more times to better allow him to feel accustomed to the feel of your naked skin. “There you go.”

His hands, rough and calloused from his football training, stain your body for an eternity — caressing you with a ceaseless love and compassion. 

“Touch me,” you say, unable to simmer the blooming heat within you. 

Transfixed, Bucky’s thumbs brush back and forth. There’s still a sense of hesitation in his movements — the way his fingers twitch and tickle over your skin. But it lasts only a moment; a path of his own choice decorates your sides, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Your skin is so soft,” he sighs in awe. 

He rests his head back against the headboard with a soft sigh, and he tilts his chin down to watch you grind against his bulge. Leisurely, he tenderly brushes his fingers over your stomach, the touch of his hands beginning to drift upwards under the slope of your tits. 

“Please, Bucky,” you plead with him, the tease of having him so close is too much to bear. “Touch me.” 

“‘Kay,” he mumbles drunkenly. 

The pad of his thumb swipes over the peak of your nipple softly, a barely there sensation that makes you keen. “Yes, just like that, Pup.” 

It’s all the reaction he needs. 

With a surge of confidence, Bucky begins to massage your tits, continuing to use his thumbs to rub circles over your sensitive nipples while you grind against his growing cock. “I— Is this okay, Buttercup?” 

You almost scoff — the thought that his experimental touches are anything less than okay absurd to you. 

“Yeah, yeah,” you whine, and the reassurance of your pleasure invigorates him to move faster, steadier and more firm with his touch. “Making me feel so good, baby, keep going.” 

Lost in the feel of his touch and the insistent pressure of his clothed cock against your folds, you tilt your head back and close your eyes. The flutter of butterflies in your stomach crescendo into a frenzy the faster you move. All the while, you miss the way Bucky’s gaze is intently focusing on the way your breasts sway with the grind of your hips; how he licks his bottom lip with an urge to claim.

The sharp, intense sensation of his fingers pinching a peaked nipple between his thumb and forefinger forces a shout from your parted lips. “Fu–uck, Bucky — Ohmygod.”  Your cunt pulses and aches when his fingers stay hovering, spooked at the sudden reaction. “More, more—”

“Fuck,” Bucky groans, and he bucks up into you, matching your rhythm and this time, it’s you who’s soaking the material of your panties. “Bubs, I— Holy shit — I need more.”  

It’s an achievement you’re most excited for, that he’s freely telling you, unprompted, what he needs. 

Though, the teasing nature you held could not be dissuaded — you meet his gaze with a mischievous grin. “Yeah, Puppy?” Your hands hover over his lower stomach, the tips of your fingers dancing over the twitching muscles, and you move your index finger beneath the fabric. “Wanna get rid of these?” 

The elastic waistband of his underwear snaps back against his lower stomach, making him yelp in surprise. “Ah— Mhm,” he begs deliciously, eyes wide and completely surrendering to you. “Take ‘em off, Bee, please.”

Your bare skin brushes against his while you shuffle backwards, slowly crawling down his legs all while marking his skin with kisses and teasing nibbles, until you reach his briefs.

 

Looking up at Bucky under your eyelashes, you blink sweetly, eyeing the sweat that begins to build on the ridges of his abs. Your breath ghosts over the material of his underwear while you ask, “Can I have your cock?” 

“Oh, god,” he chokes out while his dick twitches in uncontainable excitement.

“I need your consent, Bucky.” The statement brings him back to the present, grounding him to the sight of you between his thighs and softly reminding him that everything is on his terms.

 

“Yeah,” he gasps. A few deep breaths cause his chest to rise and fall, steadying the rabbiting pulse in his neck. “Yes.” 

With his confirmation, you slowly, gently ease your fingers underneath the fabric that hid what you truly wanted — the waistband slides easily down his tense thighs. Your eyes are focusing on the new inches of skin revealed, the sculpted line of his Adonis belt that runs down to the one part of his body you’re desperate to see. 

Bucky watches you with bated breath — you’re so close to his cock, and it’s still not enough for him.

The small whine of frustration makes you flit your gaze upwards. A sheen of moisture shines over his eyes, and the pout of his lips are shining slick with spit — he looks absolutely wrecked, and you hadn’t even taken his hard cock from the confines of his briefs. 

Deciding to put him out of his misery, you finally pull his briefs down until his twitching length bursts free of the material, standing tall and thick, curved and almost purple from the strain of arousal. Your eyes follow the veins trailing up his length, and you lick your lips once you spot a pearl of precum already forming from the tip of his dick — a sweet temptation that’s teasingly begging you to have a taste. 

You’re speechless, literally awe stricken while you salivate over the length and girth of his cock. “Oh.” The slow blinks of your eyelids leave them hooded, but you continue to stare, hypnotised at the sight of your boyfriend’s huge cock. 

“B— Buttercup?” he whispers, voice tense with worry after the few seconds of silence that stretch while you stare, transfixed. “Is— Is everything okay?” 

You swallow, trying to rid the sudden dryness in your mouth. “Bucky,” you say roughly, and you look up into his doe eyes. “If I weren’t a more patient woman, I’d have your cock in my mouth and down my throat already.”

He sputters, the blotchy redness beginning to creep up from his chest to his neck. 

“You’re so fucking big, baby. Holy fuck— how do you have such a pretty cock?” you wonder aloud. 

“Shit, you can’t say that,” Bucky groans, squeezing his eyes shut as his dick twitches. The far more rapid rise and fall of his chest makes his stomach muscles contract and flutter — the sight lends ideas for the future idea of working him over into the line that blurs pleasure and pain, all to see how he takes it.

 

But you lick your lips, promising yourself to revisit that thought later. Tonight was about him. 

“Fine. I’ll behave,” you tell him, waiting until his eyes open and focus on you before you grin wolfishly. “For now.”

Bucky’s lips part to speak, but before he can work the words past his tongue, you sit up and grab his hands, directing them to your hips and over the fabric of your panties. The hold you have over the back of his hands leaves him unable to pull away — not that he desires to. 

The fabric glides over your hips with your guidance, revealing the bare skin. “Oh— Fuck,” Bucky murmurs, watching the journey the fabric takes until it lands on the floor next to your bed. 

“Buttercup,” he gasps in wonderment. “You— You’re perfect.”

It’s difficult to remain confident while your boyfriend looks at you as though you put the stars in the sky just for him — like he’s seeing an angel. “You’re a true gentleman, aren’t you?” you laugh, trying to hide the way his stare makes you flustered. 

“Don’t do that.” He shakes his head, his eyes soaking you in with such a reverence that’s dizzying. “You— Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m taking about because — Fuck. Believe me, you’re fuckin’ unreal.” 

The world seems like it stops on its axis right then and there. You know Bucky’s emotions are heightened and at an all-time high, but you also know that he means every word of what he says — his sobering eyes tell you the truth alone. 

You’re the one who becomes a stuttering mess for a moment, and you stumble over your words before you manage to regain your composure, and you clear your throat. “T— Thank you, baby.” The pause in heated touches gives you an opportunity to check in. “How are you feeling?”

Still trying to gain some semblance of control, he audibly gulps. “I— I’m good, yeah.” 

“Yeah?” You begin to steadily shuffle forwards on your knees, further up his legs to hover over his crotch, careful to not let your body graze him just yet. “You know you can back out whenever you’d like, okay? You say the word and we stop.” 

The small distance between your most intimate parts is dangerously in the balance. 

“No,” Bucky says finally, shaking his head as his hair sweeps over his face. A few strands settle over his cheeks. “Wanna keep goin’.” 

You bite your lip and smile wickedly. “You got it, baby.” 

His bottom lip is trapped between his teeth as he watches you begin to lower your body. “We’re just going to keep doing what we’ve been doing, okay, baby?” You reassure as his breathing picks up. 

But his eyes stay focused and fixated on you.

When your cunt lowers against the base of his cock, the movement pushes his length down until the tip almost reaches his belly button, and even with the visual of you resting over his length as you always did in the past, Bucky isn’t prepared for the feel of his bare dick sitting snug between your folds. His eyes shoot open while he gasps loudly and balls up the bedsheets tightly in his fists. “Shit, shit — Fuck, oh my— God—” 

The palms of your hands smooth over his tense stomach.  “Easy there, big guy,” you coo softly. “It’s okay.” 

His breathing becomes erratic as his back arches against the headboard. “Oh god, you’re— You’re fuckin’ soaked, Bee.”  

You are. Nobody else ever had this kind of effect on you, and so you certainly aren’t ashamed for Bucky to know how much he turns you on. “That’s what you’re doing to me, baby — Can’t help it,” you keen. 

His chest rumbles while he groans deeply, throwing his head back. 

The urge to move is compelling, almost swallowing you whole — Bucky isn’t the only one struggling to keep calm, with his thick length brushing your entrance and putting constant pressure on your clit, it’s a challenge to not take him then and there. 

“Do you remember when we first kissed?” you ask breathlessly before you begin to squirm. “And I asked you to think about how wet and tight I’d be for you?” 

Bucky’s muscles strain as he frustratedly tangles his fingers in his hair. “Fuck, I haven’t stopped thinking about it since, baby.” 

Your hips work a little quicker over his cock, the slide seamless from how aroused you are, and to your surprise, you feel his hips work against you, too. “How does it feel to know your inches away from slipping inside my pussy?”  

The rocking movements of his hips falter as he jerks up and jostles you, making the butterflies in your stomach flutter in a crazed frenzy. “It feels— Please— You’re killin’ me—” 

“My sweet boy,” you utter. “Don’t worry, you’ll have it soon.” 

Each and every plea and whimper that falls from his red-bitten lips only serves to turn you on even more. He tries to flex his hips to push his cock into you, to feel the warmth of your cunt around him, but even he isn’t ready for the sensation that ripples down his spine once the tip catches on your hole. 

“Fuck!” he curses. 

Hurriedly, you move yourself away before he can slip in any further. “Nuh-uh, sweetheart, I need you to be calm for me, alright? You can have me when you're calm, not just yet. Breathe for me.”

“No — I, no no, Bee, please, don’t do this to me. I want—” Bucky vehemently shakes his head from side to side, the vein in his neck almost popping from his exertion to hold back. His hands grip your waist, digging into your skin as he drags you back down onto his cock desperately. “Please, I wanna feel—”

“Oh, Pup,” you sigh with an all too innocent smile. “You wanna be a good boy for me, huh?”

“I can, I can,” he whines. The feel of his hands pawing at your waist sends a thrill up your spine. “Fuck, I can!” 

“Yeah,” you mumble, unsure if you can hold out much longer yourself. “You can, Pup — I know you can.”

“Bee—” Bucky is a pure wreck, his chest heaving with breath, and a film of perspiration builds on his temples. You know it’s impossible for him to garner any more control, and you grant him mercy as you slightly lift your hips up to line the hole of your pussy up with his cock. 

“Bucky, baby,” you call to him, waiting patiently until his wild eyes lock onto you, and you forewarn him, “You're sure about this?”

His bright blues cloud over with a haze of lust, and you shiver when he cries, “Please.” 

“Okay, okay,” you soothe. “Alright, baby — Wait, hang on, sweetheart.” The bed creaks as you shuffle backwards once more. “Let’s get you off the headboard, so you’re comfier.”

The two of you move in tandem so his head rests back against the pillows, and you settle back over his hips, reaching out to smooth your thumb over his cheek. “Better?”

Bucky smiles and nods once, turning his head to kiss your palm.

“Okay.” You brace yourself with a steady breath, and finally sink down onto Bucky’s cock, the tip easing into your cunt with a pop. The stretch from his head alone has you squeezing your eyes shut, but you revel in the way he freezes under you, then the sluttiest whine you’ve ever heard falls from his slack mouth. 

The effort to work past the thickness of his head causes your hands to rest on his stomach, allowing him to hold your weight, and your mouth falls open with a silent scream as you drop down further, taking more of his length. 

Glancing down at your boyfriend to check on him, you find only the whites of his eyes through his hooded lids, and his fists balling so tightly in the sheets of your bed that they begin to tear. 

With a whimper, your walls clench around his cock. “A— Almost in, baby.” Another inch fills your cunt. “Doing— Doing so well, Bucky,” you pant. 

Your nails create indents into his skin while you internally build up the courage to take the entirety of his length. It feels an impossible task, one you desperately underestimated, but you were no quitter. Your walls rhythmically squeeze around him, and your breath hitches when you feel him twitch against the stimulation. 

“God, I want you,” you moan, hanging your head. An unintelligible mumbled string of words or sounds fall from his lips in reply. “Fuck it.” 

With a deep breath and a prayer for mercy, or strength, you arch your back — the wrecked moan that Bucky rasps sends a thrill of hunger up your spine. The slide of his cock against your walls makes you cry out, and you quickly drop your hips until you're fully seated against his crotch. 

“Oh shit!” Instantly, Bucky shoots up from the mattress and wraps his arms firmly around your middle, crushing you against his heaving chest. “Don’t move, don’t move, don’t move — Please — Don’t fuckin’ move.” 

You sling your arms around his shoulders in reply, and the two of you cling to one another with only your heavy breaths disturbing the quiet music in the background. The bare skin of your bodies sticks to each other, glistening in the candlelit room while the silent moments pass. 

Hot, heavy breaths fan over the skin of your neck while Bucky nuzzles his face against the juncture of your shoulder — the movement effectively burying him entirely into your form. There is no way for him to get any closer, or any way to hide his muffled sniffles and gasps for air. 

The beat of your heart steadies and thumps evenly — you pray that it is enough to calm his overwhelmed senses. “Steady, Pup — You’re alright, I’ve got you.” Gently, slowly, you comb your fingers through the damp strands of hair by his temples. “Just stop and let it happen, feel it, don’t fight it. It’s okay, baby.”

“S’too much, too much, Bee— Please, please, I don’t—” He stumbles over his words, working himself up.

“Bucky,” you say, firm but gentle, trying to reason over his rambling. “Do you need to stop?” 

“No!” He holds you even tighter. “Please no, no no, don’t go, don’t move, don’t take— Please stay.”

“Hey, hey— I’m here, I’m here. I’m staying — Breathe, baby.” You rub your free hand over his back, shushing his pleas and continuing scratching your fingers over his scalp. 

As you pacify Bucky, he begins to calm down — his breathing softens, the heightened intensity of emotions flowing easily into a quiet, content peace between you. Cautiously, you slightly lean yourself back and ask, “Can you look at me, please, sweetheart?” 

It's a gradual process as he plucks the courage to lift his head out of your neck and surrender to your request, and your heart tightens when his teary eyes bore straight into your soul. “Oh, baby,” you sigh, bringing your hands round to hold his cheeks. “Was that a lot?” 

Bucky timidly nods, his arms still caging themselves around your waist to keep you close. 

“It’s okay — You’re okay, sweet boy — Doing so good.” The deep-rooted need to reassure him takes hold, an instinct that’s embedded within you to make him feel as safe as you possibly can. “Take your time.” 

“Mm.” Bucky rests his forehead against your chest and listens to the steady beat of your heart, tethering himself back down to earth. 

The charged air that holds the weight of tension finally breaks when he blows a long breath onto your skin. “This is— This is so much better than I imagined. Fuck, this is— Bee, I think I’m seeing stars.”

“Oh my god, you fucking dork.” Your laughter fills the room, full of pure happiness and glee to be able to find such fun in sex. 

He smirks lopsidedly at you until you sigh, the amusement turning to fondness, and you kiss his forehead — almost able to forget the position you’re in. 

But you’re soon reminded as Bucky quietly rasps, “Squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight — Can barely breathe.” Goosebumps run down the naked skin of your arms at the same time your cunt pulses. He grunts deeply with a sharp hiss. “You really were right.” 

“I did warn you,” you tease, giggling when he lifts his head up and playfully glares at you. Closing the distance, you kiss him deeply, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth as you whisper against his lips, “Ready for me to move now, baby?” 

“Fuck yes,” he groans.  

You don’t waste any more time. Tangling your fingers around the locks at the back of Bucky’s head, you pull and begin to smother his neck with wet kisses, the taste of salt delicious on your tongue. 

Raising your hips, his cock slides out of your pussy, leaving behind a hollowness you crave to fill immediately. Without forewarning, you swiftly lower yourself, sobbing with pleasure at how perfectly he fits inside you. “Bucky.” 

“I know,” he moans, long and low, sounding as wrecked as you feel. “Fuck, Bee — I feel it too.”  

Words fail you, the delightful feeling you’ve waited so patiently for holding you hostage as you pant into his shoulder. 

It becomes easier with each stroke to fuck yourself onto his cock, making sure to grind yourself deeper into his lap each time you come down. 

“I— I can’t fuckin’ think straight.” Bucky’s palms slide over your ass and grip it firmly. 

You laugh deliriously, high on the adrenaline coursing through your veins, and you barely notice the way you instinctively change the motion of your hips, beginning to grind into his lap in circular motions. 

A strangled sounding moan causes your focus to snap towards Bucky.  “Oh— Jesus fuck!” His fingernails dig into your ass as he hysterically pleads, “Like that, baby — Exactly like fuckin’ that.” 

Huffing with a smirk, you breathe, “You like that, huh?” 

“Yes,” he admits shamelessly. You start to speed your motion up, and the filter between his mind and lips completely crumbles. “Your— Your p—pussy feels good — So good. You have no idea — Shit — Keep goin’, please—” 

The words tumbling from his lips are cut off when you push against his shoulders, sending him off balance to lay back down on the bed with a thump. Then, resting your palms on his chest, you lean forward to kiss him. You whisper against his lips, a sly smirk creeping onto your mouth, “Hold on tight, baby.” 

Using Bucky as leverage to hold your weight, you begin to bounce on his cock. The position allows his length to sink all the way into you, his tip hitting your cervix at the right angle to make you whimper. 

“Oh, it’s so— Fuck, I’m so deep— In you.” He struggles to breathe, the wind totally knocked out of him, but he’s mesmerised and completely drowning in the sensation. 

“I know, baby — Stretching me out so much.” A fire simmers in your eyes. The muscles of your thighs burn with exertion, but you refuse to stop — especially not when your boyfriend is a fucked-out mess beneath you, trying to control the subtle flexes of his hips. 

While you’re riding him, far too engrossed in making sure you keep the rhythm steady, you miss the feral glint in Bucky’s eyes. He’s possessed by the sight of your cunt sucking in his cock so deliciously; your slick dripping down onto him and coating his dick. 

Licking his lips, his eyes lock onto your puffy clit, enlarged and throbbing in pleasure, and he inches his hand forward to experimentally swipe his thumb over your nub. His gaze snaps up to you with the unleashed moan you scream to the roof. “Fuck, Bucky!”

You're quickly pulled back forward as Bucky grabs you behind the neck, bringing you down to kiss him. His tongue slithers into your mouth, his muffled groans rumbling against your lips while he continues to buck up into you. 

The need to catch your breath has you pulling away, gasping for air.  

Bucky looks drunk — eyes hooded with a hunger blurring the blue of his irises and the black of his pupils. His pink swollen lips hang open, wet from clumsy kisses with too much tongue for his hazy mind to process.  

You hang your head low between your shoulders and cry, “Why are you so damn big, baby?” 

His hands slink down to your hips, and he gropes at the quivering muscles desperately. “Buttercup,” he tries to warn you — the cries over the size of his dick are sending him into a deeper pit of hunger. 

Your head’s already too hazy to process anything other than the feel of his cock. “I’m aching, how the fuck am I taking you right now?” 

The thrusts of Bucky’s hips speed up, and he bends his knees to plant his feet on the bed, his sole mission to fuck up into your cunt.

“Feel so fucking full, Bucky — Filling my pussy up so good.” The breathy moans fall like chants from your lips. 

The steady, punishing rhythm you maintain falters, and your breath hitches when his cock slips from your cunt — the obscene, slick sound of it slapping against his stomach filling the room. 

You pant and press your hands down on his chest while he groans to the ceiling. “Shit, I—” Bucky’s eyes glaze over when he looks down at his body, the twitch of his cock in time with the hammering of his heart under your palm. “I didn’t mean to—” 

You can’t help but giggle, and the sound immediately calms his worries — the cinch between his brows smoothing over as he looks up at you. “Don’t worry, baby.” 

The movement of your hand towards his cock has his entire focus — his tongue moves over his lips, and you watch the shine of spit; how it makes his lips an even deeper red. “Oh, fuckin’— Fuck.”

His exclamation makes you freeze. “What’s wr—” 

It clicks. 

Though you took him in your heat, felt the pleasure he can give you, the realisation hits you like a freight train that not once this night had you felt the weight of his fully erect cock in your palm; to wrap your fingers around the length and work him over.

“I can’t—”

“Shh, you’re alright,” you soothe, and carefully, you wrap your hand around his girth. Your eyes widen when you can only just connect your thumb and fingers together. “Fuck me—” you gasp, beginning to lift yourself up to line him up to slide back in. “God — You can barely fit in my hand, baby. Here we go.” 

It’s unclear to you what exactly causes Bucky to snap. 

The room whirls in your vision and you gasp with surprise as his body suddenly shoots up and with ease from the mattress, flipping you over in one smooth, fluid motion. “Oh, fuck!”

One second your back is resting against the mattress, over the rumpled covers, and the next, your boyfriend's hands are pushing your thighs as far up your chest as they can go. 

“I’m so sorry, Bee,” Bucky groans, kneeling between your spread legs — one hand holds your legs in place, the other brushes featherlight over your soaked lips. The sharp gasps for air make his voice sound hoarse and raspy.  

He stares down at your pussy, licking his lips. “I can’t—” The fingers that danced over your lips move to grab his cock, encircling it in his large palm before he rests the head of it against the fluttering entrance of your cunt. “I can’t hold back anymore, need this.” 

He doesn’t give you a chance to reply — the tip of his thumb brushes against your clit and you keen upwards, just as his cockhead slips into you. The slide of him easing into you is smooth, and the drag of his length stretches you inch by pleasurable inch. 

“Oh my fucking god, baby!” Bucky bites the inside of your calf while you whine loudly, your walls clenching down onto him — a tear rolls down your cheek, the size of him is almost too much. “Yes!”

“Fuck, s’deep. I gotta move, Bubs — Please, lemme move.” His weight shifts to cover you, pinning you against the bed while he leans close to pepper needy kisses and bites over the column of your neck. 

“Do whatever the fuck you want, Bucky, please,” you beg, “I want it all.” 

Raising your arms up to hold the headboard, you steady yourself for what is to come, and offer yourself to him on a platter, free for his taking. 

Immediately, his eyes dart towards the movement of your tits, the natural bounce of them with every aborted thrust he makes. “Hnng— Yes,” he rasps. The slow thrusts turn rough, his skin slapping against the back of your sweat-slick thighs. 

Your nipples, hard and pebbled, become his new target. “I want every fuckin’ inch of you, Bee,” he growls, swooping down and sucking your nipple into his mouth. 

The room spins from the dizzying pleasure; the veins on his cock scrape your walls, his wet tongue playing with you, the hairs above his cock teasing your clit. It all begins to wind the knot tighter and tighter in your stomach. 

“I need more,” you gasp while Bucky drags your nipple with his teeth and releases it with a wet pop. Your arms slither around his neck and bring him into your hold. “Fuck, Bucky, please.” 

Corded muscles move you up the bed, and he forces his forearms under your back to hold you close. “Whatever you want, baby.” The fast thrusts slow to a deep, dirty grind — the length of him going deeper and deeper on each circle of his hips. “Gonna— Fuck, gonna give you anythin’ you want.” 

The two of you crash your lips together and whimper into the other's mouth — heavy breaths and pants mingle while your combined sweat builds between your heated bodies. 

“Wanna cum, Buck,” you plead desperately. “Want you to make me cum; feel s’good in me.” 

A huff of breath fans over your lips, and a sly, lopsided grin pulls at the corner of Bucky’s mouth. The covers rustle and from the corner of your eyes, you see him planting a hand beside your head, next to your ear. “Don’t you worry,” he coos shakily through his grunts and moans. “I’ve got ya, Bee.” 

His free hand drifts between your breasts and over your stomach, down to where you are connected. You gasp as the pad of his thumb settles over your clit, and he rubs in tight, fast circles, keeping pace with the thrusts of his hips into your pussy. 

Your thighs begin to shake as you cry into his neck, “Please, keep going — Don’t stop!”  

“Come on, baby,” Bucky coaxes gently. “You can do it. You can cum for me — C’mon.”

The tension in your stomach becomes unbearable — you slap the covers of the bed and ball them into your fist for something to ground you against the onslaught. “I— Ha, fuck!” You heave for breath, panting. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Let go — Can feel you, how tight you fuckin’ are. I’ll catch you, Bee.” 

Your ears ring as your eyes roll to the back of your head, the pleasure insurmountable in its height, when it finally hits you. You convulse through the waves of it, letting it consume you whole while ragged pants for air and hoarse moans fall from your parted lips. “Baby, baby — I’m cumming!”

He still continues to fuck you through your orgasm until the last tendrils of electricity run their course, leaving you a twitching mess. 

An overwhelming urge to be close to Bucky forces your hands to blindly reach out to grasp a part of him. The tips of your fingers graze the warm skin of his bicep, and he suddenly pulls away entirely — your cunt gaping and weeping at the loss of him.  

“Pup?” You whimper. “Come back, what are you doing?” 

“I’m h— Here, Buttercup,” he manages. Unknown to you, the feel of your walls fluttering against his dick almost had him finishing inside of you. His length glistens with your cum, and Bucky has to close his eyes tight and breathe to control himself.  

Stubborn as you are, you intertwine your hands with his and pull him into you, smirking lazily at his shocked gasp when his cock grazes over your cunt. 

Strands of his slick hair tickle your cheeks, and his cheeks are a deep hue of red. “Why did you stop, sweetheart?” you ask. The pupils of his eyes blow impossibly further. “You made me cum so fucking hard.” 

You’re delighted to hear the whine he tries so hard to hide. “I— I panicked,” he admits. “You almost made me cum.” 

Looking down, you see his cock twitching viscously, like he’s about to blow any second. “Aw, baby.” 

You grab his length and start stroking him in your fist — the twist and pump of your fist making him choke and sputter. “Buttercup— What are you— What are you doin’?

“Go on,” you urge him, squeezing his thick cock at the base, and twisting on the pull upwards. “Cum on me.”

“I—” Bucky shakes his head rapidly. “No— I can’t do that — Fuck this feels too good — Can’t finish on you—” 

“Bucky,” you gently interrupt him. “I’m telling you that you can.”

But he shakes his head again, trying to hold out. “Fuck, fuck — Oh, fuck — Baby I can’t please, I—”

You click your tongue and tighten your hand around his cock, pumping him harder faster, a spark in your veins and mischief on your mind. “Why not, hm? I need it — Don’t you want to give me what I need?” 

“Bee—” he pleads. “Don’t do this to me.” 

Though his words say one thing, the way Bucky thrusts into your fist tells you another — he’s dying to cum, the throb of his cock in time with his rabbiting pulse. 

You refuse to have him holding back because the voice in his head is sabotaging his pleasure.

 

“Please, baby,” you beg of him, blinking your eyes and reeling him in on your invisible line. “I want it. Give it to me.”

Bucky bows his head, the curtain of his hair concealing his blown-out eyes. There’s a heavy sigh of defeat from his lips. “Fuck, Bee— What the hell are you doin’ to me?”

Biting your lip, you move the fingers of your free hand up the back of his sweaty neck to thread them through the hair at the base of his neck, and you pull him down to rest his forehead against yours. A wicked grin dances on your lips. “I’m gonna make you cum for me.” 

As soon as the words leave your mouth, you speed up the pace, taking care to focus the pressure of your grip around the head of his cock. 

“Oh—” Bucky chokes on his own spit, his toes curling while his hips work in tandem with the pumps from your fist.

“That’s it, Pup,” you murmur delicately, scraping your fingers over his scalp. “There’s a good boy.”  

“Feels like fuckin’ heaven,” he slurs, whining as he seeks out your lips. “S’close, baby.” 

You direct him, pulling him impossibly closer to slot your lips over his; tongue and teeth caressing with little finesse. “Give me it, Bucky — Please.” The words fall against his parted mouth.

“Gonna—“ The excitement for his climax builds when you feel his cock swell in your hand, the violent twitches of his mounting release. “Gonna cum, B— Buttercup.” 

Lighting a fire to the match begging to burn, you tug his hair back in your fist, the grip tight and unyielding to bare his neck in an arch. The skin of his throat is damp with sweat, and the thunder of his pulse can be seen next to the frantic bob of his Adam’s apple. “Let go — Let go for me.” You lap at the sensitive skin with your tongue. “Make a mess of me with your big cock.” 

The long wait, the weeks leading up to this very moment are entirely worth it when Bucky collapses onto you, his moans unending and agonisingly pleasureful. His hips stutter and thrust with no real rhythm while his cum shoots from the swollen head of his cock, painting your bare skin all the way up to your tits. 

His release seems to never end, it pools over your stomach with no signs of slowing down. 

Bucky trembles with the waves of pleasure, and he buries his face into your neck, nuzzling you to try and retreat from the nonstop sensation of release. Against the sheets, you can feel the way they rustle as his toes curl — the taut line of his shoulders makes him feel bigger while he shivers and jerks over you.  

“Buttercup.” His palms frantically feel over your skin. “It won’t— Fuck — It’s not s—stopping.” 

“Shhh,” you instantly soothe him, running your fingers through his hair and holding him close to you while you continue to pump your fist gently, milking him for all he’s got. “Almost there, Puppy — let it all go.” 

Bucky sobs into your neck as the last few drops leak from his tip, and the pretty sounds of his moans vibrate against your chest. “Oh my god.” 

“So fuckin’ good for me — Did so well, my sweet boy.”

Finally, his cock stops pulsating and begins to slowly soften in your hand. As carefully as possible, you remove your hand and smooth it over the heated skin of his waist. “Take it easy for me, baby,” you whisper, pressing a gentle kiss against his tear-stained cheek. “Remember to breathe.” 

Bucky’s limbs loosen with the lull of your voice, and he eases his body down onto yours, letting you take his weight. 

The two of you lay peacefully connected together, only your shared breathing to fill the quiet of your room. The needle on your vinyl long since raised, the song finishing with a gentle lull while you were wholly focused on him — much like the simmering high that had been building since your first kiss. 

You are loath to interrupt the peace, but his heavy breathing told you that you will lose him to sleep any second now. “Bucky baby?” 

When the rumble of his muffled, “Mhm,” tells you he’s returned back to you, you smile contentedly. “Do you think you’re able to let me clean you up now, hm?” 

It's difficult to not laugh at the way he clings to you, tightening his hold and groaning, “No leavin’ me.” You smother the growing smirk creeping up your face. 

The palms of your hands rub up and down his back, and you kiss the top of his head. “I’ll be quick, sweetheart. I promise.” 

He sighs, much like a tired puppy, and begrudgingly slackens his arms and carefully lifts up off of you, rolling onto the bed next to you. “Hurry back, please.” The slight whine to his voice melts your heart. 

“Thank you, baby.” You quickly shuffle off the bed, placing your feet on the floor. “I’ll be right back.” The floor creaks under your feet, and you rise from the edge of the bed, only, you overcompensate your judgement to hold your own weight so soon — the tremble of your thighs and weakness of your knees almost has you toppling to the floor. “Oh, boy.”

A snort of laughter sounds from behind you, and you look over your shoulder to find a dazed, smirking Bucky. “I did that to you,” he gloats drunkenly. 

Your eyes widen in shock before you giggle along with him. “The cheek of you.” 

Taking slow steps, you manage to make your way into your bathroom to retrieve a washcloth. You take the time to clean yourself up while sitting on the edge of the bathtub, smiling like an idiot to yourself and rebuffing the urge to squeal. 

Upon walking out of the bathroom, your keen eyes catch the subtle peek Bucky makes through the mess of his hair, the wandering of his gaze over your still naked body. 

The blush that covers his cheeks and neck when he sees that you have caught him staring is endearing, when only moments ago he was inside of you, desperate and moaning for more.

  

To humour his shyness, you choose to pretend you didn’t see, and you make your way back to him. It is a true struggle to not give in to the twitching strain of the muscles in your thighs, or how your knees almost buckle from under you.

 

“Here we go, baby,” you sigh happily, both from seeing his soft smile and how you made it to the plush mattress without falling over. 

The warm cloth in your hand goes ignored by Bucky in favour of wrapping his arms around your middle, and he pulls you backwards into the covers until you are propped up on one side of your bed.

You hum warmly while wiping the mess of Bucky’s lower stomach, though you pause when you hover, uncertain, over his softened cock. “Am I okay to clean you up, baby?” 

Looking up at you with his puppy eyes, he nods sleepily. “You’re okay, Bee.” 

Taking care to be gentle, you wipe his most sensitive area and once satisfied, you toss the cloth towards the hamper of your room in favour of sideling up to Bucky. In the process, you turn onto your side and frame his face with your hands, waiting for his eyes to focus on you before asking, “How are we doing, handsome?”

The sound of his small laugh couldn’t make you happier, and his pearly whites gleam with his bright smile. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Buttercup.”

You giggle, a little high from the comedown too. “I take it that’s a good thing?” 

He groans deeply and licks his lips. “Absolutely.” 

You shiver and swat his chest. “Don’t be looking at me like that, you menace.” 

Bucky hums sweetly. “It was amazing— No, wait. It was better than that.” His eyebrows furrow in thought. “It was — Um— Can’t think of the word — Oh, I’ve got it! Astronomical.” 

Exhaustion is beginning to kick in for him, the very last dregs of his energy is being used to be a comedic clown — you fall for him even more. 

A sudden, hesitant doubt creeps into his eyes, the need for reassurance coming forth. “Was it—” He pauses, his eyes searching yours. “Was it okay for you?” 

“Oh, sweetheart,” you coo. The sheets underneath your body rustle as you lay down more comfortably, and you guide his head to lay on your chest, over your heart. “It was perfect — you were perfect.” Kissing the top of his head, you drive his worries away. “Trust me when I say it was fucking incredible.” 

The tenseness of his muscles begins to ease away. “Thank you…” Bucky hesitates, then moves even closer to you — once he is close enough for his liking, he angles his head up to blink at you dazedly. The emotion in his voice makes it waver when he says, “Thank you for taking care a’me.”  

“Always, my sweet boy.” You look down, watching his eyes droop. “It’s all I ever want to do.” 

“You’re so amazing, Buttercup,” he exhales blissfully. “So lucky to have you.” 

Your heart beats out of your chest. “I feel the exact same way.” Unsure you could handle any more of his sweetness, you mumble, “Now get some sleep, Puppy.” 

“Hmph — Fine.” He gives in, finally closing his eyes. “G’night, my Bee.” 

Resting your head on your pillow, you brush your finger over his forehead, sweeping his hair out of his eyes while you sigh contentedly. “Goodnight, baby boy.” 

Warmth floods your heart and a happiness like no other fills your bones, making you glow from the inside out. You’re not sure this night could be any better, and with that thought, you know you’ll rest easy tonight with the man of your dreams huddled in your arms. 

On the verge of surrendering to sleep, the quiet of the night is disrupted by Bucky's sleepy mumble, “I loves you.” 

Your eyes shoot back open, and you instantly look down, finding your boyfriend’s cheek squished against your breast with a little bit of drool gathering in the corner of his parted lips. 

“Bucky?” you whisper, the quick thump of your heart stealing your breath. There isn’t a response, not even a twitch of acknowledgement. With more urgency, you whisper, “Bucky?” 

This time you get a small, soft snore in reply. 

You lay your head back down onto your pillow to stare up at the ceiling. The thoughts and doubts swirl viciously, the intensity of each and every one making you gulp, though one stands out among the rest: did he just confess his love for me? 

There was the possibility of you hearing things — the comedown of the high you’ve been floating on messing with your head. 

It’s not long before all of the day’s events catch up with you. The slowing blinks of your eyelids lasting longer and longer each time; the laxness of your muscles as they settle in for a much-needed sleep. But the question on your mind bears a heavy weight while you succumb to sleep. 

Does Bucky love me? 

The rays of the morning sun shining through the white drapes either side of your window are the first thing you become aware of as you wake up the next morning. With your eyes closed, you can see the yellow and amber glow of the sunrise. 

A strong envelopment of warmth and comfort keeps you rooted in place, as well as the heavy weight of an arm across your middle. You don’t want to move from your spot, you don’t want to wake up yet; still basking in the afterglow of yesterday’s events. 

But the second sensation, the mantra of light fingertips mapping over your face tips the balance of sleep overtaking you in favour of letting your consciousness creep to the surface.

 

Lastly, the final push, the soft, steady puffs of air tickling your nose persuades you to wave your white flag and flutter your eyes open. 

The blurriness of sleep forces you to blink until the fog clears your vision — once you’re able to see the dancing, warm light of the sun, you’re given the gift of your handsome boyfriend, already awake, admiring you with his bright blue ocean eyes. 

They’re the most clear they have ever been. 

The lined skin besides his eyes crinkle when he smiles, the pull of it making his nose scrunch adorably. “Bee,” he whispers, his voice rough from sleep. “Good mornin’.”  

It's a damn killer, the expression of his face — full of true elation and contentment, and it has you falling in love all over again. 

That’s when it hits you — the memory of last night, and what you think you heard him say when he was half asleep. 

Trepidation makes your nerves impossible to conceal, especially when Bucky is noticing every minute expression on your face. It's only a matter of time before the natural courage, granted to you with the haze of the morning, fades away. 

With a heavy gulp, you open your mouth and lick your lips. “Did, uh— Did you—?” The words die on your tongue.

Bucky’s thumb gently presses against your lips, his head gently shaking from side to side — a secret he wishes to keep just between the two of you, not shared with the birds that sing outside your window or the rays of the hopeful morning sun. 

Your eyes are wide, beginning to water with the anxiety coiling inside your chest. 

The crippling worry, however, dissolves when Bucky runs the pad of his thumb over your lips, the motion of back and forth touch grounding you. His eyes find their home deep into yours, and he finally speaks, “I love you.” 

And it’s with an ease, one that has you cursing your inner voice for ever doubting yourself, you say those three words that battled to be said so, so long ago. “I love you, too.”

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[sonnetsoncanvas]

Mess it up

Summary: Years ago he had let you go for your own good. But this time, he isn’t sure he can

Part of the Mess it up series

Pairing: brother’s best friend rock star Bucky x fem reader (Steve’s sister) (dual pov)

Warnings: modern AU, angst, second chance, eventual smut, brothers best friend trope, implied cheating, self-deprecation, happy ending?

Inspired by: Mess it up by Gracie Abrams

Notes: This is the first time a fic has made its way from my laptop to the internet. So please be kind and do leave your feedback. Happy reading! 

Chapter 1:  How could I think that all that I gave you was enough?

Bucky Pov:

Walking down the street, he heard a group of teenagers screaming his song on the top their lungs. A small smile tugged at his lips as he pulled his cap down over his silken brunette locks.

After all, if anyone recognized James Buchanan Barnes, the lead singer of the Avengers, in the middle of the farmers market…. Well that would be another headache to deal with.

A tabloid on the newsstand with his face plastered on it caught his eye. The headline, "who is the muse behind our heartbreak prince’s chartbusters. Is there a special someone in the Avengers heartthrob’s life?"

He scoffed, knowing all too well what would be written in the article. They would have papped him with yet another woman, and casted her as his girlfriend, or even fiancé.

It didn’t bother him anymore. These made up lies, these speculations, only helped in building the enigma around him, the quiet, reclusive rockstar who kept a tight leash on his personal life.

As long as they didn’t know the truth behind the inspiration for his songs, the reason why he wrote and sang songs so emotive, that they earned him the misnomer of the heartbreak prince. As long as everyone remained oblivious to his own heartache, he was unconcerned.

And oblivious they were. nobody knew. Not even his best buddy, his bandmate and flatmate, Steve. And Bucky couldn’t ever let him know too.

Because if Steven Grant Rogers ever knew that it was his childhood best friend who broke his precious little sister’s heart, he would leave the band and Bucky with it, 30 years of friendship be damned.

And so Bucky carried this secret in his heart for years, well hidden from the rest of the world, about his first and only love.

Because he could never even try to deny it. It was you, had always been you.

Even if he had to let you go, he could never bring himself to fill the void that you had left behind.

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He carried the shopping bags into the spacious penthouse that he shared with Steve, dropping them off at the kitchen counter. “Thank you for helping me carry these bags inside punk” he sassed at the blond mass of muscle glued to the television. “Especially considering the fact that your lazy ass nagged me into going to farmer’s market early in the morning. On a Sunday. To buy mangoes. ALONE.”

“well, A. if you don’t go early all the good produce is gone. My ma told me that. B. Farmer’s market is only there for Sunday. And C. I did not come cause I was injured.” Steve pointed to a small cut on his pinkie with a cheeky smile.

“bullshit! You once went for a concert with a dislocated shoulder. Do not give me that crap. And since when did you start eating mangoes?”

“they aren’t for me.”

“you’re telling me Nat gave up whatever stupid diet she’s on?” Bucky was referring to Steve’s on again off again girlfriend Natasha Romanoff, a supermodel, whom he’d been dating since college.

“like that’s gonna happen” he chuckled, “the mangoes are for Y/N”

Bucky froze in his tracks.  It wasn’t like your name wasn’t mentioned around here. You were Steve’s sister after all , and he did keep sharing your latest achievements and tit bits from your life time and again. But that didn’t mean his heart didn’t skip a beat every time anything remotely related to you was mentioned.

“you got mangoes for Y/N ?  are you planning to visit her in Boston ?” he asked

“Yeah, about that man, I told you that she graduated top of her class at Harvard, Right?”

“yeah” Bucky said, secretly proud of you. Your convocation was a few weeks ago, he didn’t attend for obvious reasons, but Steve did, and he heard everything he had to say about it.

“So of course lil peanut got a lot of offers but it all comes down to these two jobs, one in this firm at Manhattan and other one in San Francisco. So she’s coming here to interview and then stay here for a week, cause I literally begged her to. She’d already interviewed for the San Francisco one online, but between you and me, I'm tryna get her to stay here, its been too long………”

Steve kept on rambling, but somewhere in between Bucky’s brain stopped comprehending his words. All he could think was you.

You are coming.

To New York.

To stay.

Under the same roof as him.

He will see you.

After 4 years.

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He stayed in his room for the rest of the day. Reminiscing with his eyes closed. Of his life back in Brooklyn, of the happiest year of his life, of falling in love

Of the last time he saw you. tears marring your beautiful face. Pain and betrayal in your eyes. Your shoulders sagged with defeat.

“I can never stop loving you.” you’d said.

He opened his eyes with a long, suffering sigh. He has no idea how he’s going to survive seeing you again.

Because he couldn’t stop loving you either.

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[disasterofastory]

The maid of Mr. Barnes - Part 15 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

The maid of Mr. Barnes Part 15 - Drunken temptress // Masterlist Bucky Barnes x Reader Mafia AU Warnings: Reader is drunk, a little bit of spice

Summary: You have a night out with the girls and Bucky have to deal with your drunken state.

Your day started with a message from Steve's girlfriend. You were still in bed, lying among your pillows and blankets with your phone's screen bright with the short text.

I will pick you up at 7. Sugar

And the same day ended up with you drunk and dizzy in the middle of the night.

The taxi rolls into the estate, stopping in front of the mansion. A man stands on the marble porch, waiting for the car to stop, and when it does, he gets closer, opening the door for you. "Hey Bunny," Bucky greets you, smiling down at your messy form. "Hey, Dopinder," he adds, looking ahead at your driver. The young man smiles back at Mr. Barnes. "Add it to my tab." "Of course, Mr. Barnes," The man replies, watching you in the rear-view mirror. "What about the others?" Bucky asks as he helps you out of the car. You can barely find your balance, so Bucky had to keep you on your feet. Your side is pressed against his front. "I already took them home, Mr. Barnes. Good night!" "Good night," Bucky replies, closing the door with his free hand. The other is around your waist, keeping you from falling.

The yellow car soon disappears behind the tall gate, and you stay with Bucky under the bright stars. The air is still warm, and you wouldn't feel the cold anyway because of the several cocktails in your system. "Bucky!" You gasp out suddenly, looking up at the tall man with a giddy smile on your face. "I'm so happy to see you!" Your arms tighten around him. "I'm happy to see you too, Bunny," he smirks, helping you into the building and up the stairs while you ramble on and on about your night with the girls. "And I met Leila," you tell him. "I totally believe she could kick Sam's ass." Bucky's chest rumbles behind your shoulder. "Oh, I bet!" "They gave me those pink drinks with fruits on them," you explain. "And how many they gave you, hm?" "Oh, not much," you wave him off, almost falling on your knees. "Oh!" "Not much, hm?" He laughs, tightening his hold around you.

The house is quiet and calm. The only noise is your conversation with your boss. The scent of Bucky's cologne settles over you, making your head dizzier, and you can't help but sniff the air. "You always smell so good," you state. "I like your smell too, Bunny." "Oh, thank you," you coo affectionately. "I can give it to you if you want it." "No, I like it on you better," he laughs. "It fits on you better."

You are in front of your room. Bucky is ready to get in when you frown and stop, almost falling again when he bumps into you. "I don't want to go there," you pout. "Then where do you want to go?" He asks. "Are you hungry? Maybe you should eat." "Sugar already gave me some doughnuts," you reply. "I don't want to eat." "Where did she get doughnuts in the middle of the night?" You shrug. "Don't know." "Okay," he sighs, adjusting his large hands on you. "Where do you want to go then?" He is patient and amused. "Hmm," you hum, leaning more into him. Your cheek is pressed to his chest. You can hear the beating of his heart. "Hmm?"

Watching your drunken form as you rock back and forth as you think is endearing for Bucky. Your skin is hot, and your eyelids are heavy. The light lipstick is faded, and your makeup is a bit messy, but you are still beautiful. An excited smile plays on your lips the whole time.

"To your room!" You answer after some thinking. "I really liked sleeping next to you." "You did, didn't you?" "Yes," you sigh. "But I like being with you in general," you confess without an ounce of embarrassment. "It's good to hear, Bunny," he says. "Come, then, we go to my room." "Yes!" you shout a bit louder and begin to march to his bedroom. "Wrong way," Bucky warns you, grabbing you again to lead you to his room. "Oh?" You ask, but you don't even notice the changing direction. "Okay then. And you can fuck me finally!" Bucky's eyes widen at your words, and he needs every power in his body to keep himself from laughing. "What?" He asks. He wants to hear you say it again. "What?" You ask back, glancing at him over your shoulder. "You told me something about me fucking you," he explains. The corners of his lips jerk upwards. "Oh, yes!" You gasp. "You can do that!" "Do what?" "Fuck me," you answer as if it should be obvious. "You can fuck me finally!" You cheer. "No, Bunny," he says after a while. Laugh laces in his voice as he opens the door to his room. "I don't think it's a good night for it." "Every night is good for it," you argue, falling back on his bed. You can smell him everywhere. "No, Bunny," he shakes his head, sitting you up to take off your clothes. One of his shirts is already there for you. "But why?" You whine. The dark blue t-shirt falls around your body, hiding your lacey bra and matching panties. Your thighs are still bare, tempting the man as he grabs you under your knee to lay you down. Your flesh is soft and warm, and your legs open automatically. Bucky has to close his eyes for a second. He is hard since you said 'fuck' the first time.

Your eyes shine with cheekiness as you watch him leaning closer to your ear. You can feel his stubble on your face, and you can't help but imagine it between your legs. Your hands are at the back of his neck, keeping him close to you. "When I fuck you, my sweet Bunny, the only thing you can be drunk on is my cock," he hums, sending shivers down your body. His words go straight to your pussy. The craving feeling in your lower belly tightens. "Oh," you breathe out. The noise that breaks up from your throat is a mix of gasp and moan. "Bucky," you plead. "Please." "Bunny..." Bucky's arms flex next to your shoulders. "Mr. Barnes," you try again. The air gets stuck in his lungs as he hears his name, leaving your pretty lips. Your voice is breathy and whiney. "I really need your cock, sir." "Fuck," he groans into the curve of your neck before pushing himself away with force. His cock throbs and hurts. How can you do this to him? How can you call him Mr. Barnes so sweetly while he can do nothing about it? He has to go, he decides. He can't be so close to you like this. You watch him making his way to the bathroom. Your eyelids are heavy, your breath is fast, and your body burns with every desire you feel for the man. "Sleep," he says throatily, not even daring to look back at you. "Will you come back?" "Yes."

Bucky needs long minutes to calm himself down. He can only hope that you fall asleep quickly. He doesn't need your drunken words to tempt him more.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #marvel imagine #avengers imagine #mafia au

[scottxlogan]

StonyAUniverse Bingo Master List

It's that time of year again for another round up and this is my master list for the Stony AUniverse bingo up at @stonyauniverse that I had a blast participating in and helping out with. For anyone who loves these two I would highly recommend you heading on over and checking it out as there is a lot of fun to be had. Under the cut is my personal master list for my fills this round. Thanks to all that were part of the bingo! It was a lot of fun!!!!

Title: One Step Closer Author(s): scottxlogan Rating: Explicit Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Forbidden Love, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Not Peggy Carter Friendly, Past Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Past Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Past Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Minor Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Canon-Typical Violence, Drug Use, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Artist Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe - Popstar, rock star Tony Stark, Rancher Steve Rogers, Second Chances, Sexual Content, Divorced Steve Rogers, Divorced Tony Stark, Rehabilitation, References to Depression, Angst and Romance, Not Howard Stark Friendly, Drug Addiction, Swearing Summary: Tony Stark was pushed into popstar fame by his ambitious father early on, but over the span of more than two decades Tony has seen the highs and lows of stardom hitting rock bottom in more ways than one. Through it all there was always one person that Tony felt was his saving grace. Steve Rogers was always the one that got away and no matter how many times they tried to cross that line into love they couldn't quite get there. As Tony's once close friend and brief roommate, Steve turned Tony's world around in all the right ways until fate intervened, and they were pulled in separate directions. Now fresh out of rehab on his 45th birthday and looking to keep from making the same mistakes, Tony reflects on his past and follows his heart to new beginnings hoping that it's not too late to find his way back to Steve in his hopes for a second chance. Square Filled: T1: Multiple Orgasms, T2: AU: Popstar, T3: Unresolved Sexual Tension, T4: Car Sex, T5: Au: No Powers Link(s): https://archiveofourown.org/works/48437332

Title: The Quest Author(s)/Artist(s): scottxlogan Week: 1 Profession Rating: Teen and Up Tags: Alternate Universe, Treasure Hunting, Archaeologist Steve, Swearing, Action/Adventure, Adventure & Romance, Implied/Referenced Sex Summary: Archaeologist Steve Rogers finds himself in the thick of danger and adventure after teaming up with his former mentor's son and current sidekick Tony Stark to chase down a rare treasure set to unlock all of humanity's mysteries along the way. Square Filled: N2: AU: Archaeologist Link(s): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49077973

Title: Out with the Old... Author(s)/Artist(s): scottxlogan Week Two: Time Period, Bingo Square Y1: AU Cashier Rating: Mature Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Non-serum Steve, Alternate Universe - 1980s, Alternate Universe - 1990s, New Year's Eve, New York City, Dirty Talking Steve Rogers, Dirty Talk, Swearing, Sexual Content, Alcohol, Hook-Up, Hopeful Ending   Summary: AU: Alone on New Year's Eve in 1989 in New York City, Tony decides to go all out in throwing a solo party for himself until sexy cashier Steve offers him a better alternative to a night of drunken loneliness. Link(s): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49199674

Title: The Journey Author(s)/Artist(s): scottxlogan Rating: Explicit Pairing: Bucky/Steve/Tony Tags: Esta https://archiveofourown.org/works/49272082 Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Anniversary, Threesome - M/M/M, Polyamory, Spanking, Sub Bucky Barnes, Dom Steve Rogers, Dom Tony Stark, Light BDSM, Sexual Content, Fluff and Smut, Restraints, Aftercare, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Role Playing, Dirty Talk, Feelings Realization, Friends to Lovers, Pole Dancing Summary: Steve and Tony decide to take a special trip for their anniversary together. To spice things up they decide to gift each other a vacation with Bucky who is ready and willing to be what they need to make their anniversary even more memorable. Will it prove to be exactly what they needed to strengthen their marriage or will they find something more in their playtime with Bucky? Square Filled: N5: AU Dancer Link(s): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49272082

Title: Just Like That...Back to Love Author(s)/Artist(s): scottxlogan Rating: Teen and Up Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Spies & Secret Agents, Idiots in Love, Feelings Realization, Past Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Swearing, Light Angst Summary: Super spy Steve Rogers reflects on the mission he and his work partner/on and off lover Tony Stark put behind him and what it means to their future moving forward where matters of the heart are concerned.   Square Filled: Week Three: No Powers, N3: Wrapping him up in a blanket  Link(s): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49366717

Title: What If We...? Author(s)/Artist(s): scottxlogan Rating: Teen and Up Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It, AvX Fix-It Fic, Mention of the X-Men, Friends to Lovers, Feelings Realization, Implied Sexual Content Summary: Caught up in deciding what to do about the problem of the Phoenix returning to the world again and causing chaos, Tony offers Steve a suggestion to prevent a war between the Avengers and the X-Men from happening. It sounds like the perfect plan, but along the way Tony finds that perhaps there's something more beyond saving the world with Steve that he's looking to find in their conversation. Square Filled: AUgust Stony AUniverse: Week 4: Nice Try, Canon, Stony AUniverse Bingo N1: Friends to Lovers Link(s): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49535506

Title: Lazy Weekend Author(s)/Artist(s): scottxlogan Rating: Mature Tags: Domestic Fluff, Tony's POV, Threesome - M/M/M, Polyamory, Implied Sexual Content, Fluff, Morning Cuddles, Sleepy Cuddles, Established Relationship, contemplations, Reflection Summary: Snuggled in bed with his lovers, Tony contemplates how far they've come together from their sexy beginnings. Square Filled: O5: Domestic Fluff Link(s): https://archiveofourown.org/works/51525229

Title: Only In New York Author(s)/Artist(s): scottxlogan Rating: Mature Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Artist Steve Rogers, Meet-Cute, First Meetings, Mild Sexual Content, Awkward Flirting, Blind Date, Flirting, Miscommunication, Threesome - M/M/M, Shy Bucky Barnes, reclusive Tony Stark, Minor Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers Summary: Tony grudgingly agrees to go out on a blind date in the city that Pepper has set up for him. In doing so Tony meets devastatingly handsome artist Steve Rogers who is catching Tony's eye in all the right ways. When a series of mishaps and misunderstandings brings Steve and Tony closer to one another, will it prove to be the spark they need to fuel the fire between them or will fate have other plans with Steve's sexy roommate Bucky in the picture?   Square Filled: S2: Meet Cute, Stony AUniverse JAnUary Week 1: No Powers Link(s): https://archiveofourown.org/works/52923937

Title: Sweet Dreams Author(s)/Artist(s): scottxlogan Rating: Teen and Up Tags: Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Romantic Soulmates, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling & Snuggling, Flirting, Kissing, Anxiety Attacks, Insomnia Summary: For years Tony abandoned the idea of ever finding his soulmate, yet somehow after he's hit with a panic attack at one of the worst possible times and Steve comes around to comfort him, Tony discovers that perhaps his soulmate is closer than he thinks. Square Filled: O3: Free space Link(s): https://archiveofourown.org/works/53104438

Title: A Journey Through Time Author(s)/Artist(s): scottxlogan Rating: Teen and Up Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Endgame, Post-Canon Fix-It, Time Travel Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Romance, Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers Friendship Summary: Post endgame after Tony's death Steve makes the decision to go back in time to travel to the past to see Tony in the hopes of changing what's ahead for them. Together Tony and Steve share a touching reunion as Steve's journey leads him closer to fixing the mistakes of the past and being close to where he's always wanted to be. Square Filled: Y4: AU: Time Travel Link(s): https://archiveofourown.org/works/53155555

Title: After The War Author(s)/Artist(s): scottxlogan Rating: Mature Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Established Relationship, Amputee Tony Stark, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sexual Content, References to Depression, Aftermath of war, survivor Tony Stark, Dirty Talk, Swearing Summary: Weeks after the battle with Thanos, Tony finds himself in a place where he's left feeling uncertain about himself and what remains of the man he once was. Lost in his struggles, Tony tries to sort his thoughts out, but struggles with his new life until Steve offers him a reason to get lost in a welcome distraction. Square Filled: Y2: Steve’s blush Link(s): https://archiveofourown.org/works/53443666

Title: The Gift Author(s)/Artist(s): scottxlogan Rating: Teen Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Short One Shot, Established Relationship, Amputee Tony Stark, Tattoos, Artist Steve Rogers, Bonding, Romance, Short & Sweet Summary: Steve and Tony share a moment together after Steve puts his new artistry skills to the test in bringing to life a tattoo design he created for Tony. Square Filled: O2: Body Modification Link(s): https://archiveofourown.org/works/53486125

Title: Jealousy Author(s)/Artist(s): scottxlogan Rating: Teen and Up Tags: Miscommunication, Jealousy, Misunderstandings, Idiots in Love, Reunions, Feelings Summary: For some reason even though it's been a while since Steve and Tony have been together, Steve can't shake the sudden burst of jealousy he feels in seeing Bucky and Tony getting along with one another. Steve knows it's for the best that his best friend and former lover are at peace with one another, yet Steve can't shake the unsettling ways it feels to be on the outside of things with Tony knowing that Tony's still the only one in his heart. Square Filled: Y5: Jealousy Link(s): https://archiveofourown.org/works/53830381

Title: Wrong Turn Author(s)/Artist(s): scottxlogan Rating: Teen and Up Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Tattoo Parlor, Tattoos, 5 Times, Romance, Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Tattoo Artist Steve Rogers Summary: Tony reflects on the five times that Steve made a mark on his life while Steve takes a moment to consider the one time Tony made a mark on his Square Filled: O4: AU: Tattoo Artist Steve Link(s): https://archiveofourown.org/works/53831182

#stonyauniverse #stony fanfic #stony #steve rogers #tony stark #stuckony #bucky barnes #iron man #captain america #winter soldier #stuckony fanfic #marvel fanfic #stevetony #tonysteve

[epicstuckyficrecs]

Weekly Recap | November 14th- December 31st 2022.

Happy New Year everyone!

One thing I did not have on my bingo card for 2022 was loosing interest in Stucky in favour of a four month old Stranger Things ship of all things, but alas, here we are ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. I still love Stucky and I will always ship it, but unfortunately my brain has latched on to this shiny new ship and it just sparks more joy at the moment. So I guess what I'm saying is... I don't know how frequently I will be updating this blog in the future, if at all. I'm not deleting anything, the ask box will remain open, and I'll still be around! But I'm afraid this is the end of the Weekly Recaps as you've known them for the last... three to four years. I hope you've enjoyed them!

Complete

Work Husbands by darter_blue/ @darter-blue (Modern AU, Office Romance, Christmas | 4K | General): 5 times the office calls Bucky and Steve work husbands and one time they forget the 'work'

The stars look very different today by Bittersweet_in_Boston (Post-TFATWS, Endgame Fix-It | 3K | Explicit): “So what’s the mission?” he asks Fury once his belly is full. “Do I get a briefing or what?” “Patience,” Fury says, maddeningly calm. His utility suit is, of course, black, and Bucky has a brief, hysterical thought of him wearing a giant leather duster over it. “You’ll be briefed when we get there.” “Where is there? And why me?” Bucky doesn’t know why he’s being obstreperous, except that he’s flying through space at thousands of miles an hour with a dead man who won’t tell him anything. “Someone’s been asking for you,” says Fury, answering only his second question. And again Bucky thinks of Steve.

Bucky Barnes and the Christmas Spirit by this_wayward_life/ @wayward-lives (Modern AU, Christmas | 3K | Teen): Bucky's never celebrated Christmas. Steve sets out to change that.

sugar, spice and everything nice by buckyismybicycle/ @buckyismybicycle (Modern AU, Christmas | 3K | General): A couple of confused baristas, two cat adoptions and a cuddle pile later, Bucky has a perfect Christmas.

Dashing Through the Snow by HaniTrash/ @hanitrash (University AU, A/B/O | 7K | Explicit): Steve hates Bucky. Bucky hates him, too, so that’s fine. But when they’re forced to work together and co-teach a class, that anger begins to fade as they slowly learn more about each other. A work trip gone wrong, though, forces them to become much closer than either one ever expected…

Jingle Bell Rock by mxaether, Oh_i_swear/ @oh-i-swear-writes (Modern AU, Office Romance, Christmas | 19K | Explicit): Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes both work for Stark Industries and are lucky enough to have been invited on the company Christmas retreat. Unfortunately, neither of their partners can make it. Thanks to a mess up with the room booking it seems they're going to be spending a whole lot more time together than either had planned or wanted, but they seem pretty determined to 'lighten' things up, somehow...

WIP

💙 hey now, you’re an all star (get your game on, go play) by buckyismybicycle/ @buckyismybicycle (NHL Hockey AU | 18/? | 55K | Explicit): Boston Bruins trade notorious party animal/human disaster Bucky Barnes to the Dallas Stars, and captain Steve Rogers is not impressed when Fury puts him on babysitting duties. But, as he gets to know Bucky - really gets to know Bucky - he wonders if maybe the media has got it all wrong - very, very wrong.

All the Ways to Say I Love You That Don’t Work by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle)/ @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (Post-WS | 7/10 | 15K | Explicit): Finally free from the grips of Hydra, Bucky Barnes needs all the help he can get to acclimate to life in the twenty-first century. Steve’s always at Bucky’s side, providing support, explaining things, and throwing a reassuring arm around his shoulders, which gives Bucky all kinds of warm feelings. The other Avengers notice their closeness, as well. When Bucky overhears a discussion about whether or not Steve and he are dating, he isn’t bothered. He likes being with Steve, and he likes being treated respectfully. Determined to let Steve know how much Bucky cares about him, he uses his research on modern dating to woo his best friend. As he ratchets up his campaign to catch Steve’s attention, sparks fly. Or maybe those sparks were there all along.

#weekly recap #stucky #stucky fic #stucky fanfic #stucky fanfiction #stucky fic rec

[somesortofitalianroast]

Autumn in Vermont

Title: Autumn in Vermont Link: AO3 Participant: SomeSortofItalianRoast Square filled: -Bucky Barnes Bingo: B2: Denial (Card B023) (Chapter 1) -Darcy Lewis Bingo: A2: AirBnB Mixup (Chapter 1) -Warm and Fluffy Bingo: B5: “This is stupid, I’m in” (Chapter 1) -Bucky Barnes Bingo: U5: Music (Card B023) (Chapter 2) -Darcy Lewis Bingo: A Long Autumn Walk (Chapter 2) -Darcy Lewis Bingo: Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble: Fall (University) Break (Chapter 2) -Warm and Fluffy Bingo: G4: Accidental Kiss (Chapter 2) -Bucky Barnes Bingo: Adopted: Enemies to Lovers (Card B023) (Chapter 3) -Darcy Lewis Bingo: R2: Opposites Attract (Chapter 3) -Year of the OTP: November: music/band au Archive warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Rating: Mature Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Musician Bucky Barnes, Musician Darcy Lewis, Age Difference, Meet-Cute, Silver Fox Bucky Barnes, Accidental Kissing, Celebrities Word Count: -1,729 (chapter 1) -1,442 (chapter 2) -827 (chapter 3) -3998 (total) Summary: Former rock star James “Bucky” Barnes hasn't had a hit since the '80s. And, suddenly, tween/teen pop sensation Stella covers his one hit song. He's pissed that her record company didn’t ask his permission, but his manager, Steve Rogers, realizes that they're sitting on a potential gold mine of angsty rock ballads, sets up a 'comeback tour'. Needing more songs, Steve books Bucky into a house in a small town in the hopes he can maybe write some more songs to sell before the tour really starts.

Darcy Lewis is fresh off a bad breakup. With her ex’s parting shots ringing in her ears, she books a house in a small town in the hopes that she can get over her breakup, and maybe write a few songs of her own before her next album tour. She can’t keep covering rock ballads forever. Except, there’s someone at the cottage. A grumpy older man, who looks shockingly like the former lead singer of The Winter Soldier. As a tween/teen star, Darcy can never publicly admit that she has a soft spot for silver foxes, unless it’s Mark Harmon, since everyone has a soft spot for him.

Forced to share the cottage, it’s hate at first sight. Until it's unresolved sexual tension. Until…

@buckybarnesbingo @darcylewisbingohq @warmandfluffybingocards @yearoftheotpevent

#my writing #bucky barnes #bucky barnes bingo #darcy lewis #darcy lewis bingo #warm and fluffy bingo #year of the otp

[beefromanoff]

Going Under Ch. 14

summary: the DRAMA, the SUSPENSE...about to get realllll angsty up in here. but also a fun change of scenery from the tour. let me know what you think!

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: only love can hurt like this - paloma faith

warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.

author’s note: two cliffhangers back to back, SORRY! I just want to be consistent without rushing the story...thanks for reading! xo

chapter list

Cold. Bright. Ouch.

Gianna woke up in a soft bed, the only comfort to her otherwise frantic senses. Before she even opened her eyes, she could feel the searing brightness of the florescent lighting assaulting her retinas. She felt a thin blanket laid over her body, but it did little to protect her from the chilly air in the room. It smelled…clinical. Like antiseptic and alcohol wipes. 

Daring to crack an eye, Gianna winced at the bright lights. She was alone in a room, what appeared to be an incredibly nice hospital room. She was surrounded by white walls and unfamiliar technology, not recognizing any of her surroundings. Her bed was propped up ever so slightly, allowing her to look around the room without moving too much. The wall directly across from her was a window with frosted glass. She could see figures moving behind it, indicating that the window led to a hallway or other room, not to the outside. 

She sat up, her head throbbing and her body aching. She looked around, trying to remember what had happened, what on Earth she was doing here.

Then, it all came flooding back to her. 

I pulled my earpiece out as I sang the final note to what had affectionately become my song for Bucky. It hadn’t even been officially recorded yet, but it was a staple on this tour, one that I refused to take out of the set list. Much to the label’s chagrin. 

My chest heaved as I caught my breath, taking a minute to look around. Sometimes performing felt out-of-body, like I wasn’t really there. It felt like the things you do in a dream. You remember them, but it’s a little hazy, and you aren’t ever sure if it’s actually real or not. 

This time was different. I was acutely aware of everything happening in that moment. The throbbing in my heels, the cool air being pumped into the arena, the strobe lights flashing over the stage. Most of all, I felt the crowd. The energy was palpable. Hands reached toward the stage from the front few rows, screams washed over me from every direction. People were cheering, crying, chanting. I felt invincible. 

For just a moment, I felt on top of the world. 

I didn’t feel like an imposter in my own life. I didn’t feel like I was singing someone else’s songs, wearing a costume and playing a part. I wasn’t going to leave this arena and meet up with some other vapid celebrity to “accidentally” get spotted by the paparazzi and sell a fake relationship to the media. For once, I didn’t feel like I was pretending. 

I had just sung a song that I wrote for a man that I had incredibly real feelings for…and they loved it. They loved me. 

Unable to help myself, I turned around to face the back of the stage. My eyes panned to the wings, but I didn’t see what - who I was looking for. Before I could even process that Bucky was gone from his position, my world was rocked. 

I saw it before I heard it. 

I still don’t remember the sound. 

First, it was bright, a blinding flash of light. Then there was smoke. I felt like I got hit by a semi-truck. I was on my back. I hit my head. I heard muffled screaming, terrified screaming. Alarms. Sirens. I fought to take a breath with the thick smoke all around me. 

I knew I needed to get up, to run, to hide, to find Bucky. He would know what to do. He always knew what to do. 

I fought with everything in me to just lift my head, just roll to my side and get up. The edges of my vision were going black…everything around me sounded further and further away…

Nothing.

Gianna’s throat began to close as the events of last night came flooding back to her. Was it last night? She realized she wasn’t even sure what day it was. Glancing around her, Gianna searched for a phone, a clock, even a TV remote. Nothing but the IV drip and a machine that appeared to be monitoring her heart, judging by the way it was suddenly beeping erratically. 

The door to her left slid open with a whoosh.

“Ms. Cruz?” A pretty asian woman in a white coat strode through the door holding a tablet. “I’m Dr. Cho, Chief Medical Officer here at Stark Industries.”

Gianna swallowed. She was at Tony’s again. That was good.

Dr. Cho continued. “How do you feel? Do you remember what happened?”

Nodding slowly, Gianna tried to speak, but her voice came out scratchy and raw. 

“You inhaled a lot of smoke, your voice might be strained for a few days. Let me get you some water.” 

Gianna nodded again as the doctor punched a button on her tablet, sending a nurse running in with a pitcher and glass of water.

“There was an accident at your last show. An attack, rather. I’ll let the team fill you in on the details. As for your injuries, you should make a full recovery. I can’t say that it will be painless, you definitely took quite the tumble. You were thrown backwards at least fifteen feet, landed on your back, hit your head. You have a concussion, whiplash, bruised spine, bruised ribs. Minor lacerations on your face, chest, and arms, but nothing that required stitches. You’ll likely experience headaches for the next several days, but other than that, it’ll just be a lot of soreness. I’ll prescribe you some muscle relaxers for the stiffness and I can get you something for the pain as well.”

Dr. Cho paused, letting her words sink in.

“I’m going to do a quick exam on you now that you’re awake, and then I’ll let the team know you’re here. Is that okay with you, Ms. Cruz?”

Again, Gianna nodded, afraid to damage her vocal cords by trying to speak again. 

The doctor pulled a small flashlight and inspected Gianna’s pupils, then slowly looked at each cut and bruise. She gently leaned Gianna forward to see what she imagined was significant bruising down her back. As Dr. Cho tugged her hospital gown back closed, Gianna had one question. 

“Where is Bucky?” She croaked. 

Dr. Cho smiled. “I’ll send him in.” 

Less than ten minutes after the door had closed behind Dr. Cho, it slid open again. Although she was happy to see Steve walking through the door, it wasn’t the super soldier she’d hoped for. 

“Hey kiddo. How do you feel?” He tugged a chair close to the edge of her bed. 

“Never better.” Gianna mustered a smile, wincing as she shifted to sit up. 

Steve’s smile faltered ever so slightly as he took her in, the cuts on her cheek and arms, bruising creeping around from the back of her neck. He quickly restored his positive demeanor, careful not to upset her.

“I don’t know if you’re hungry yet, but I don’t remember the medical wing food being that great. You say the word and I’ll get you whatever you want, the best food in all of Upstate.”

Gianna’s brow furrowed. “Upstate? We aren’t in the city?”

“No…after the incident, we thought it would be best to get you a little further away. You’re at the Avengers Compound, it’s totally secluded and impossible for anyone without direct authorization to get in. Thanks to Stark’s tech, it isn’t even visible on radar. This is the safest place in the world for you right now.” Steve put his hand on her arm in an effort to reassure her. 

“Can you…can you tell me what happened? Where is Bucky?” 

Steve heard the crack in her voice and knew it wasn’t just from her smoke inhalation. He sighed. The team had argued over how much information to give her, some arguing that she had a right to know and others saying it would be too traumatic, she was just a kid. Although Steve had been in the latter group, he couldn’t bring himself to lie to her. 

“There was an attack. There was a bomb planted underneath the stage.”

Gianna’s eyes widened, but Steve pressed on.

“Bucky figured it out, but it was too late. It was premeditated. Earlier in the day, someone had staged a run-in with me and stolen my phone. I didn’t even notice, I thought I’d lost it until that night. They attackers, they knew Bucky and I were close. They exploited that to lure him away from backstage, away from you. As soon as he was far enough away, they detonated. It wasn’t meant to kill anyone, it was a small scale explosive. It was meant as a diversion, to create chaos. When the bomb went off, we were in the tunnels right by it. Buck and I were both in the direct impact zone.”

Steve felt Gianna’s eyes drift over his face and arms, looking for cuts or bruises. 

“The serum helps us heal quickly, but not immediately. I was down for longer than I’d like to admit. I was calling for Bucky, trying to find him, but he’d already gotten up. He went after them, went after you. I didn’t see this part, but we covered it in debriefing. Bucky got to you before anyone. The two men from earlier in the day had been waiting for the diversion, waiting for the chaos. They were trying to get to where you were on the stage, where you’d been knocked out. Bucky got there first. It wasn’t pretty.” 

Steve sensed Gianna’s worry. “For them. They aren’t…in the picture anymore.” He chose his words carefully, trying not to paint too graphic of a picture for the girl his best friend was falling in love with. 

“Bucky carried you out, we had a chopper waiting to get you out. As soon as we got you loaded, he left…went back after them. I couldn’t stop him.” Steve looked down at his lap. “Two days later, he basically collapsed outside the gates to the compound. Cameras picked him up and we went to go get him. He’d tracked down the person responsible and every person involved in the accident. By himself. Found evidence, hand-delivered them to the FBI.”

Gianna let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. Hearing that Bucky had put his life on the line to track down people who clearly didn’t care about who or what was destroyed in the process of them achieving their objective made her stomach turn. Thinking that he may have gone on a vengeful killing spree…she shoved the thought down. But he hadn’t, he’d turned them in. She felt relief for herself, but mainly for Bucky, knowing how much he already struggled with the blood on his hands as a result of being the Winter Soldier. How much more would it hurt him to have blood on his hands as Bucky Barnes?

There was only one thing Gianna needed to know. 

“Is he okay?”

Steve leaned back in his chair. “He was pretty beat up, but he’ll be fine. He’s survived worse. He’s…struggling with the idea that he let you down.”

“What?” Gianna sat up straighter, sending her into a coughing fit from her exclamation. 

“I know.” Steve’s expression was empathetic. “We all told him it wasn’t his fault, he did everything he could. They had inside information, they targeted him. Isolated him. He was the one who made sure it wasn’t worse than it could have been. He just doesn’t see it that way. He thinks he failed you.”

Hot tears fell down Gianna’s cheeks, her heart breaking. 

“I want to see him.”

#bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x oc #bucky fanfic #bucky fluff #avengers #winter solider x reader #winter soldier #winter soldier fluff #sebastian stan

[rookthorne]

Why not attempt all of the tooth-rotting fluff, and make the lot of you book dentist appointments?

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑺

―  BUCKY BARNES  ―

֎  Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes  —  Sturdy Roots, Strong Hearts ֎  Mechanic!Bucky Barnes  —  His Girls ֎  Modern!DILF!Bucky Barnes — Whispered Affections ֎  Modern!Bucky Barnes  —  Written in the Stars ֎  Nurse!Bucky Barnes  —  A Hero ֎  Paramedic!Bucky Barnes  —  Lights, Sirens and Sincerity ֎  Stripper!Bucky Barnes — Buried Inhibitions

―  STUCKY  ―

֎  Firemen!Stucky  —  Built Differently ֎  Tattoo Artist!Stucky  —  Garden of Ink

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑭𝑰𝑪 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻

TBR

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻

TBR

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑺

—  The AO3 SERIES can be found HERE.

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐁𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐊𝐄𝐘 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

— 𝐀  = angst — 𝐖  = whump — 𝐈 = sick fic — 𝐃  = dark — 𝐃² = dead dove — 𝐏 = poly — 𝐊 = kid fic — 𝐅  = fluff — 𝐒  = smut

✧˚ · .   𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧𝐤

Ｂ１   ❥   𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗧 𝗔𝗨

───   Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ──   𝐏 + 𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

Fairy Tales and stories always had one ending, that the prince would find his princess and all would be well; a masterful, happily ever after. You had never believed that would be you, not in your wildest dreams. Until the day that two knights in inked armour walked through the door of your castle and made themselves at home in your heart.

✧˚ · .   𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｂ２   ❥   𝗠𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦

───   AU!Pairing ──   𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

✧˚ · .   𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｂ３   ❥   𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖 𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗔𝗟

───   AU!Pairing ──   𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

✧˚ · .   𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｂ４   ❥   𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗥

───   AU!Pairing ──   𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

✧˚ · .   𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｂ５   ❥   𝗠𝗢𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗬 / 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗘

───   AU!Pairing ──   𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

✧˚ · .   𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝

Ｉ１   ❥   𝗖𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗣 𝗔𝗨

───   Modern!Barista!Bucky x Writer!F!Reader ──   𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

An ordinary, relaxing day of arriving at Bucky’s coffee shop and spending it working on a project was what you planned to do, however, a certain brunette had other ideas.

✧˚ · .   𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠

Ｉ２   ❥   𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬

───   Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ──   𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

Barnes Classics Restoration was a hive of activity — something was always going on within the walls of that garage, and you counted yourself lucky to be amongst it all.

✧˚ · .   𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝

Ｉ３   ❥   𝗡𝗨𝗥𝗦𝗘 / 𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗧

───   Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ──   𝐅 + 𝐒 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

Novelties came and went as the years passed — the phases of costumes and trends passed you by with as little care as the last, but not this year. You were determined to make this a surprise that would take Bucky by storm, especially if you reaped the rewards of it. 

✧˚ · .   𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Ｉ４   ❥   𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗦

───   Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ──   𝐏 + 𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

A long day led to a long week, snowballing into a long, long festive season. The boys — your knights in shining armour, residing in their castle of artistry — they knew long before you yourself did, and they had an idea of how to turn it around, to bring a smile to your lips and to restore your vitality.

✧˚ · .   𝐀𝐧 𝐎𝐥’ 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐎𝐟 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐲

Ｉ５   ❥   𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗟 𝗔𝗨

───   CW!Bucky x F!Reader ──   𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky had been away for a long, long time, and your heart ached with missing him. Although, the time apart had allowed you to plan a surprise that would rock his world once he walked back through the door of your home, and into another era.

✧˚ · .   𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｎ１   ❥   𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚

───   AU!Pairing ──   𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

✧˚ · .   𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭'𝐬 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞

Ｎ２   ❥   𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗦𝗟𝗘𝗘𝗣

───  Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader ──   𝐏 + 𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

You should have known that things were never going to go to plan within that household — no matter how badly you wanted to start your day by treating your boys, they had other ideas, and accomplices. 

✧˚ · .   𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｎ３   ❥   𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗨

───   AU!Pairing ──   𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

✧˚ · .   𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬

Ｎ４   ❥   𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗨𝗧

───   Closeted!Bodyguard!Stucky x Mafia!F!Reader ──   𝐏 + 𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

Suspicion and lies often led to the brash decisions that ended empires, whether they were justified or proven false, it didn’t matter — what was said and done could never be taken back. It was how you developed such a keen sense for divulging the truth, and what else could you have done with such temptation being placed on a silver platter in front of you?

✧˚ · .   𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Ｎ５   ❥   𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥

───   Paramedic!Bucky x F!Reader ──   𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

After a bad night, you convalesce your slumber into the living room, only, when you awoke, something precious awaited you.

✧˚ · .   𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｇ１   ❥   𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗛

───   AU!Pairing ──   𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

✧˚ · .   𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲

Ｇ２   ❥   𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦

───   DILF!Bucky x Babysitter!F!Reader ──   𝐀 + 𝐊 + 𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑 

The first day of any new job was always the hardest — all the rules and roles to navigate while establishing yourself as someone reliable, trustworthy, and far too interested in your employer.

✧˚ · .   𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Ｇ３   ❥   𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗜𝗡 𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗘

───   Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader ──   𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

Acts of love never had to be something overstated or complicated — it lay in smaller actions. An offer to make lunch or a warm cup of drink; to do a chore or errand that the other dreaded, only to see their eyes brighten for thoughtfulness.  Bucky was much the same man as those who preferred smaller, intentional acts, and you presented him with the perfect opportunity. 

✧˚ · .   𝐀 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐰𝐨, 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

Ｇ４   ❥   𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗦

───   Modern!Bucky x F!Reader ──   𝐀 + 𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

They said fate worked in mysterious ways; the strings of destiny plucked and pulled and snapped at the leisure of those they controlled, but not you. The delicacy in which you handled the woven web was forever unseen and unprecedented, and your patience was to be rewarded in a way you least expected.

✧˚ · .   𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｇ５   ❥   𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘

───   AU!Pairing ──   𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

✧˚ · .   𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

Ｏ１   ❥   𝗠𝗨𝗧𝗨𝗔𝗟 𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚

───   Paramedic!Bucky x F!Reader ──   𝐀 + 𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

It was a trope that you had read over and over in books — never once did you think it would apply to you, and you’d be stuck in the same vicious circle of pining over your best friend, Bucky. But then, he came home one night after a rough shift, grief-stricken and in pain, and he proceeded to change everything.

✧˚ · .   𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｏ２   ❥   𝗦𝗟𝗨𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗬

───   AU!Pairing ──   𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

✧˚ · .   𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｏ３   ❥   𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗟

───   AU!Pairing ──   𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

✧˚ · .   𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲

Ｏ４   ❥   𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗕 𝗔𝗨

───   Stripper!Bucky x F!Reader ──   𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑 

A venture to a club for a performance — the type that better suited the phrase ‘once in a lifetime’ — left you with far more than you could have ever anticipated for when you step out from the double, glass doors. The secrets within the lustful atmosphere weighed on your own thoughts, as did the vivid imagery of what happened up on that stage: the drag of heated palms over your clothes and the whispered words of praise that would fuel your sinful dreams for a time. Only, the source of your maladaptive daydreams waited for you outside.

✧˚ · .   𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｏ５   ❥   𝗔𝗗𝗢𝗣𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔 𝗣𝗘𝗧

───   AU!Pairing ──   𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

Card by the team at @anyfandomfluffbingo

#any fandom fluff bingo #event masterlist #masterlist #rookthorne's works #FB

[there-must-be-a-lock]

20k+ words:

If It’s A Highway: MCU+DC, Bucky Barnes x Jason Todd. Black humor, trauma recovery, and two emotionally stunted idiots falling in love. ~77k, explicit.

i've got a bulletproof heart, you've got a hollow-point smile: Sequel to the previous. Jason's POV, unpacking his issues with sex, consent, and his body. WIP, explicit.

All The Devils That You Don’t Know: DC+Marvel, Bucky Barnes/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson. Bucky is a sadist. Jason is Working Through Some Shit. Slade is somehow the most emotionally stable member of this threesome; nobody is more surprised by this than Slade. 37k, explicit. Now with sequels.

The “Marshmallow Crime Lords” series: DC+Marvel, Clint/Bucky/Jason. In which they’re gay and doing crime, but also, they’re cinnamon rolls. Mostly Batfam shenanigans, identity porn, and domestic fluff. Collaboration with @noxnthea!

Short fic:

A Brat By Any Other Name: Jason/Slade. PWP, basically: restraints, name-calling, bratty Jason, very reluctant daddy kink. Explicit.

Lost My Fear Of Falling: DC+Marvel, Jason/Dick, Clint/Bucky, past Dick/Clint. Pre-poly and feelings about growing up. Mature. And in the same 'verse, the poly negotiations: If You Fall.

Shoot Off : DC/Marvel, Clint/Roy + “hate” sex and banter. Explicit.

Kick Me Like A Stray: DC/Marvel, Roy Harper/Matt Murdock/Frank Castle/Bucky Barnes/Slade Wilson + werewolves and angst. Mature.

The Riot Squad, They’re Restless: fem!Clint/Bucky, pre-fem!Clint/Bucky/fem!Jason Todd + gender expression and punk rock. Mature. And in the same 'verse, You Belong To Me, I Believe - fem!Jason/Slade somnophilia, explicit.

Working On My Night Moves: Jason/Slade, smutty Supernatural-verse virgin!Jason. Explicit.

Guardian Angel of Gotham: Gen. Crowley and Aziraphale relocate. PG.

Boy Wonder: Gen, Criminal Minds crossover. Dick Grayson joins the BAU. G.

Straight On Til Morning: DC/Marvel, Bucky/Jason/Clint Mad Max fusion. Mature.

Mirror Mirror: DC/Marvel, Dick Grayson/Bucky + a blindfold. Explicit.

Show Me Your Teeth - Jason/Tim + Tim not realizing he was turned into a vampire. Mature.

Come Haunt Me: RedHood!Jason/Titans!Jason + self-cest as therapy. Explicit.

Star Spangled: DC/Marvel, Roy Harper/Steve Rogers + spanking. Mature.

The Neighbors & The Apology: DC/Marvel, Bucky/Clint with Jason watching. Explicit.

The Asylum, and Other Things That Won't Stay Buried: Gen, Tim & Jason-centric Old Kingdom books fusion. PG.

Vanilla: DC/Marvel, Clint/Slade + hair washing. Mature.

Got Lost In The Game: DC/Marvel, Jason/Roy/Clint + flirting, karaoke, and darts. Mature.

Close Your Eyes, Catch The Tide: Jason/Roy + Warped Tour AU. Mature.

Four Super-Soldiers and Tony Stark Walk Into A Bar...: DC/Marvel, Civil War fix-it, aka Deathstroke and Soldier Boy annoy Tony so much he forgets to be pissed at Bucky.

Big Spoon: DC/Marvel, Jason/Roy + helping the Winter Soldier detox. Mature.

Not-So-Little Red (Riding) Hood: DC/Marvel, Jason/Bucky/Clint + stockings, lingerie, and Halloween fluff. Explicit.

#dc fic #dc/marvel #dcu #masterlist #jason todd #slade wilson #batfamily

[stonyauniverse]

June 30th - July 20th

Things have been hectic here in the Stony AUniverse with the bingo round beginning, monthly mayhem gearing up on our Discord, and the announcement of Stony AUgust!

We will begin a bi-monthly Round Up in August: August 10th and 24th will be the next two round up dates, and so on.

If you want to be included in the Round Up, you must fill out the Fill Submission form.

Thanks as always to our lovely fanart mod, @suchmadnesss, for the fanart in our banner!

Without further ado, come peruse our bingo-goers wonderful creations!

I Need You By My Side by @nikayna

Rating: G

Tags: Mood Board, au music, Stonyauniverse Bingo, Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Guitar Player Steve Rogers, Singer Tony Stark, Sex Drugs and Rock and Roll, Touring, Concerts, Groupies

Summary: A mood board to fulfill the square AU: Music in @stonyauniverse's Bingo Event! Steve plays guitar, Tony sings. Life gets lonely on the road - but at least they have each other.

Fairness of Lego Distribution by @every-marveler-ever

Rating: T

Tags: Mob Boss AU, Tony Stark can be mean, Sam Wilson doesn't care, Peter Parker is adorable, "LANGUAGE!"

Summary: Nobody knows why there is a shipment coming from Washington DC or what it includes. They just know Tony didn't make it, and Tony doesn't love when people do things without telling him.

A castaway where no one hears you on a barren isle in a lonely sea by Wolfsheart

Rating: T

Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Single Parent Tony Stark, Divorced Tony Stark, Parent Tony Stark, Tony Stark Feels, Disney Employee Steve Rogers, Artist Steve Rogers, Tony and Steve went to school together, Unrequited Crush, Mutual Pining, Alcoholic Tony Stark, Loneliness, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Cute Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Kissing, Implied/Referenced Sex, Gossiping about their friends, Mention of Bucky Barnes/Loki, Not Peggy Carter Friendly

Summary: A year and a half (give or take a month) after the divorce, Tony is still fighting the residual depression left behind from the way the divorce went down. Having been granted primary custody of their daughter, he's brought Morgan back to live full-time with him in Malibu, and he decided to surprise her with a trip to Disneyland. He lost his 'magic' back when Pepper left, so he doesn't know how magical Disneyland will feel to him, but it'll make Morgan happy, and that's what matters. However, will running into long-time unrequited crush Steve Rogers change all of that?

One Step Closer by @scottxlogan

Rating: E

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Forbidden Love, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Not Peggy Carter Friendly, Past Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Past Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Past Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Minor Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Canon-Typical Violence, Drug Use, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Artist Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe - Popstar, rock star Tony Stark, Rancher Steve Rogers, Second Chances, Sexual Content, Divorced Steve Rogers, Divorced Tony Stark, Rehabilitation, References to Depression, Angst and Romance, Not Howard Stark Friendly, Drug Addiction, Swearing

Summary: Tony Stark was pushed into popstar fame by his ambitious father early on, but over the span of more than two decades Tony has seen the highs and lows of stardom hitting rock bottom in more ways than one. Through it all there was always one person that Tony felt was his saving grace. Steve Rogers was always the one that got away and no matter how many times they tried to cross that line into love they couldn't quite get there. As Tony's once close friend and brief roommate, Steve turned Tony's world around in all the right ways until fate intervened and they were pulled in separate directions. Now fresh out of rehab on his 45th birthday and looking to keep from making the same mistakes, Tony reflects on his past and follows his heart to new beginnings hoping that it's not too late to find his way back to Steve in his hopes for a second chance.

The Fallen Angel Becomes a Malignant Devil by @nikayna

Rating: T

Tags: Mood Board Bingo, Mad Scientists, Alternate Universe, Scientist Tony Stark, Experiment Steve Rogers, Sneaky Fantastic Four Cameo, Stony BingoAUniverse - Freeform, Evil Tony Stark, Dark Steve Rogers

Summary: SHIELD thought it was a lost cause. Tony wouldn't rest until he'd finally perfected the captain. Steve wouldn't rest until he'd burnt everything to the ground.

The Shield and the Iron Brawler by @nikayna

Rating: M

Tags: Mood Board, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, stonyauniverse, Stony Bingo, Knight Steve Rogers, Brawler Tony Stark, Dragon Loki (Marvel), Blood and Violence

Summary: The dragon known as Loki had been terrorizing the town for far too long. Sir Steve Rogers would have fought the beast alone if he had too. Fortunately, he had Anthony the Iron-Willed by his side.

Words Are Very Unnecessary by @nikayna

Rated: E

Tags: Blow Jobs, Makeup Sex, Cock Worship, Coming In Pants, Coming Untouched, Face-Fucking, Drabble, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Summary: Tony doesn't need to use words to apologize.

Chronic by @purpleicedteas

Rating: M

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Chronically Ill Steve Rogers, Sub Steve Rogers, Gentle Dom Tony Stark, Light Dom/sub, Massage, Back Pain, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Non-Sexual Submission, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Subspace

Summary: Steve's had a long day, and his back pain is excruciating. Thankfully, his boyfriend loves to give massages.

#nikayna #every-marveler-ever #wolfsheart #scottxlogan #purpleicedteas #stony #stevetony #tonysteve #steve x tony #tony x steve #ironshield #tony stark #steve rogers #iron man #captain america #marvel

[sonnetsoncanvas]

Mess it up : pt 3

Summary: Years ago he had let you go for your own good. But this time, he isn’t sure he can

Part of the Mess it up series

Pairing: brother’s best friend rock star Bucky x fem reader (Steve’s sister) (dual pov)

Warnings: modern AU, angst, second chance, eventual smut, brothers best friend trope, implied cheating, self-deprecation, happy ending?

Inspired by: Mess it up by Gracie Abrams

Notes: This is the first time a fic has made its way from my laptop to the internet. So please be kind and do leave your feedback. Happy reading!

 

Chapter 3: I keep thinking maybe if you let me back in

Reader POV

Life was not fair. Never was to you. But that never seemed to faze you. if anything, that made you more resilient. Unafraid. Unbothered. Living in that small, noisy Brooklyn apartment, with a mother who worked herself to death trying to provide her children with a good life, a brother, the literal personification of sunshine, being picked on and bullied, tending to his bruises when he thought nobody’s looking.

It made you realise that the world is a dangerous place. It eats up those who stand unprepared. And so, you steeled yourself. Made yourself the most fearsome creature to behold in any room you entered. Your biting wit, your sass, you sharp intellect made you attractive to some, unappealing to many and untouchable to all.

There was only one who dared to play with the fireball that was Y/N Rogers. Only one for whom your guards went down. After all, if Steve trusted Bucky with his life, you could trust him with your heart. Right?

Turns out you couldn’t.

“This was supposed to be a temporary thing” he’d said.

“Do you really think I’m gonna take you home to my mother ? tell her you are what I want the Barnes legacy to continue with?” he’d sneered.

“Its time you go back to your dreams, and let me get on with mine.” He’d offered.

You never should have.

Bucky POV

Life was hilarious. Or at least it started seeming that way after years of neglect. He had everything a child could’ve wanted. All the toys in the world, the most expensive apparel, all the amenities a person could dream of. But the one thing he lacked was love. Pure genuine love.

His mother, The Winnifred Barnes of the upper east side, knew how to give birth to heirs, but did not have a clue about raising a child. Growing up in that negligent household, amongst people who were nefarious for being social climbers and gold diggers, little James soon realized that the only worth he has comes attached to his name. that no one would care for him if it weren’t for his billions.

But he was proved wrong when he met a lanky blond boy of Brooklyn at the music camp. It was there he shed the expensive cloak of James Buchanan Barnes and donned the dirty sneakers of Bucky. It was through Steve he recognised his own significance, that he could be something more than the well-groomed showpiece his family was expecting him to be.

And then he met you.

And it felt as if all his prayers had been answered.

You weren’t like Steve, not one bit. You were this fiery, self-assured human who could scorch the world with her brilliance. Unlike Steve, you were pragmatic. Unlike Bucky, you knew who you were and where you wanted to be.

And he fell for you. hard.

He borrowed some of your bravery, some of your light, and formed the Avengers with Steve, Sam and Wanda. He wanted to make something of himself to deserve you. to earn the jackpot that was your love.

However, for bucky, it seems happiness is always a temporary tryst. He tends to forget that.

Skiing was his passion. One of the many trappings of his privileged life that actually he enjoyed. It was the same passion that completely changed Bucky’s life. But unlike you, for the worse.

It was his own fault. No one else to be blamed. Had he heeded the weather warning, he wouldn’t be on that slope. he wouldn’t have been caught in that blizzard. He wouldn’t have lost his left arm.

When he regained his consciousness, the first face he saw was yours, streaked with tears, anguish in eyes.

You came there every day, sometimes under the pretence of dropping something for Steve, who refused to leave him alone, sometimes to fill in for his absence. The better bucky got, the more hopeful your eyes grew.

You’d altered everything to fit Bucky’s schedule. You worked late nights so that you could visit him in evenings after school, stopped going out with your friends to be with him instead. There were times you pulled an all nighter just so you could turn in your assignments on time.

He saw it all. The dark circles beneath your eyes, your tired face, the endless cups of coffee. It should’ve pained him, but the thought that you were there, to love him, to hold him, brought endless solace. and so he selfishly held on to you.

Until one day, Steve told him about your college acceptance letters.

“She got into Harvard Bucky! My baby girl in Harvard. Just think about that.” A hint of pride glimmered under his annoyance, “But she refuses to go. Says she cant leave Ma and I alone.”

“what ?!” Bucky had asked, guilt gnawing at him

“I mean Columbia is a decent school, but Harvard law?! It doesn’t get better than that. How far is Boston anyway?...”

Steve’s voice blended into the voices in Bucky’s brain. He knew the real reason behind your hesitation to go to Harvard was him. He remembered how excited you were when your adviser had confidently proclaimed that she is Harvard material.

And you were willing to let that go. For him.

Instead of joy, Bucky felt trepidation. Fear. Was this love? Or pity? Is this how the rest of your lives will be? You leaving things you love for his sake? And how long before you resent him? Hate him for all the opportunities you’d let go of for him?

How could he ever live with himself, knowing he was the anchor that was holding you back?

Bucky had resigned himself to live his life with his situation, but you didn’t have to. You , perfect in every way, intelligent, so beautiful that his heart ached.you should be with some one who deserved you. not him. Never him.

And so James Buchanan Barnes did something that was somehow more painful than ripping his heart out.

He let you go.

Reader POV

you woke up with a heavy head. It felt a lot like jet lag, except that it wasn’t. one did not get headaches by travelling from Boston to New York. One did, however get headaches after crying all night. Which was what you did last night.

It was embarrassing. Pathetic even. You thought you were over him, and all that it took was one glimpse of his to mess you up. You had a Suma cum laude from the most prestigious law schools in the world, scored job offers from the most esteemed firms, made grown men cower in front of in courtrooms, and yet, were drowning in a puddle of tears over a high school boyfriend.

To be fair though, your only boyfriend. After he dumped you, you swore off men, while he went on an array of affairs with so many women you lost count of it. The tabloids had always had a sweet spot for him. “The heartbreak prince” indeed. Its only that the prince did the heart breaking, not the other way round.

You ambled out of the bed and cleaned up. It was hours before your usual time, but well, its not as if you’re getting any sleep now, is it?  Its better to get some coffee for your pounding head. Your interview was tomorrow thank heavens. There was no way you could’ve done it today.

A clattering of utensils startled you. there’s no way Steve was up this early. Your confusion was immediately clarified as you came across the very bane of your existence hunched in the kitchen.

You tried to turn back and leave as noiselessly as you could. You cannot endure this so early in the morning. You’d rather go out to get coffee, there must be some place open at the ungodly hour. Its New York after all.

He turned that very instant, as if he could sense you. his beautiful blue eyes widened as he took you in, as dishevelled and disoriented as you were. After a long minute he shifted his gaze from your face, looking everywhere but in your direction.

You were beginning to suspect that God was punishing you for all your years of antagonism.

“I was about to leave.”

His voice, his goddamn voice. Your heart had always been ready to race out of your chest and beat to the rhythm of his speech. It was ready to do that now.

Had human beings been able to survive without a heart, you would’ve had yours surgically removed ages ago. Stupid, bloody organ always getting you in trouble.

a wave of guilt hit you as he started for the exit. He had done the same yesterday, leaving moment you guys entered, Sam dragging him away to help him do something you don’t recall. He returned after you went to bed, whenever that was. And now this. It felt wrong that he was uncomfortable in his home. It wasn’t his fault that you weren’t over what he called “a seasonal distraction”.

“stay” you rasped; your voice too low to be heard. You tried again. “Stay, James.”

He stilled. Stood frozen on the threshold long enough for you to wonder if he’d fallen asleep standing up. And then he turned. His eyes full of something you were scared to decipher. The silence was too oppressive, even for you.  

“we both know this would happen. We’re both adults, we can co inhabit a space without it imploding” your head was about to implode though, and not from the headache.

“yeah, right. Youre right.” He mumbled, still sticking by the door, which was a good thing because you needed coffee, and you were sure you couldn’t function properly with him in close proximity.

You turned towards the fancy coffee maker, which was far more advanced than the old spluttering relic that you had in your dorm. You fiddled with the buttons, trying to get it to work.

“here, let me.” He said, the low raspy baritone that made you shiver. You hoped he thought it was the morning chill.

He skirted around you to get to the counter, and yet his subtle smell plagued your senses. He turned the shiny knobs easily with his right arm, putting in a new filter and placing a cup near the nozzle.

“you still take your coffee black?”

The question, innocent at its core, jarred you. your ex remembering a small detail about your from years ago was not on your bingo card, but there you are.

“uh I umm, yes.” You internally cringed at the fact that you, the mock trial champion, was stuttering. He nodded slightly and continued.

“How can anyone like something like this?!”  he gagged, sliding your cup over to you.

“that’s what you get for taking a sip without my permission Barnes.” You smirked, snuggling in his outstretched arms, ready to resume his favourite movie that you honestly didn’t understand. All you cared for was spending time with him, even if it was hidden in his apartment.

“Atleast add sugar to it doll. Its too damn bitter.” He coughed.

“I like it bitter.”

You jerked at the small beep from the machine. Your eyes involuntarily went to his, only to recognise the same surprise there, as if this conversation took him to some other. the very thought of it gave you hope, and hope, you’ve realised over the years, is the most dangerous thing.

You hastily grabbed the cup, too eager to end this interaction. His presence was triggering emotions you have avoided for too long.

In your hurry you toppled the cup over, its blistering hot content pouring out. But before you could feel the burn, a shiny metal gripped your wrist and tugged you away. You staggered and stumbled forwards, bumping into his chest.

It was you who froze this time. too incapacitated by his smell, his body, him to move. You felt him draw in deep breaths, his heartbeat audibly speeding up. you stayed there for god knows how long.

It was he who withdrew. Because of course it was. You regained your composure and jumped back, frightened by the comfort that had washed over you in that moment.

“Thank you.” you gasped, and bolted out of the room right that instant.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagines #bucky angst #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky headcanon #bucky imagine #bucky smut #bucky x female reader #steve and bucky #bucky x reader #bucky barns #bucky fluff #fanfic #avengers fandom

[smolderingflame]

New Fic Alert! Rock And Roll Saved My Soul: Captain America/MCU - Steve/Bucky by SmolderingFlame

Rock and Roll Saved my Soul by SmolderingFlame

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Captain America/MCU

WIP Fic

Relationship: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers

Characters: James Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, Wanda Maximoff, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, George Barnes, Winifred Barnes, Becca Barnes, Sharon Carter, Brock Rumlow, Pietro Maximoff, John Walker

Summary: Bucky Barnes is an Omega who lives an extremely sheltered life thanks to his religious upbringing. At the age of nineteen he still finds himself under his father's thumb and yearns for the smallest semblance of freedom. The only bit of rebellion he gets is listening to his favorite band, The Avengers and fawning over their lead singer, Steve Rogers.

After a chance of fate, or perhaps, divine intervention, Bucky's prayers are met when he wins a contest and a chance to meet his rock and roll crush and change his life.

Tags: AU, no powers, Y2K setting, Rock Stars, Rock and Roll, Sex, drugs, and rock and roll, religious conflict, religious fanaticism, drug use, Alcohol use, Corruption, loss of innocence, Celebs, Celeb crushes, power imbalance, sexism, abuse, older man/younger man, feminization, crossdressing, Innocent Bucky Barnes, Virgin Bucky Barnes, Good 'Girl' Bucky Barnes, Post-serum Steve Rogers, Rock Star Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes needs a hug, Bucky Barnes feels, Bad Boy Steve Rogers, George is a huge piece of shit, Minor John Walker/Bucky Barnes, Out of Control Steve Rogers, Protective Steve Rogers, Religious Guilt, Traditional values, rebellion, first time, mildly dubious consent, sexy Steve Rogers, bearded Steve Rogers, infidelity, dark!Steve Rogers, Omega Bucky Barnes, Alpha Steve Rogers, Top Steve Rogers, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Omegaverse

#stucky fic #stevebucky #steve/bucky #stucky #mcu fandom #captain america #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #marvel #omegaverse #omega bucky barnes #alpha steve rogers #top steve rogers #bottom bucky barnes

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My media this week (17-23 Sep 2023)

sofie bikes is my hero

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 Once a Rogue (Roaring Twenties Magic #2) (Allie Therin, author; Joel Froomkin, narrator) - satisfying 2nd adventure of Lord Fine & Sebastian de Leon keeping both the mundane & magical worlds safe from evil magic relics, featuring antimagic fanatics, missing friends, bootleggers, and, since Sebastian is involved, happy endings for stray kittens.

😍 A Nobleman's Guide to Seducing a Scoundrel (The Doomsday Books #2) (KJ Charles) - another stellar KJC histrom with inheiritance chicanery, dealing with bad dad trauma and other horrible family members and hidden treasure! Delighted to back at Romney Marsh (or as near as).

😊 Unwanted Celebrity (Kryptaria, zooeyscigar) - 72K, stucky no-powers AU; "Fifteen years ago, a skinny kid from Brooklyn went to an arts summer camp, where he met child movie star Jimmy Barnes. Their unlikely friendship faded as the years passed. But now, a threat to Barnes' career brings Steve back into his life, in the most unexpected of ways. Or, the one where Bucky is a smooth celebrity, right up until Steve the snarky photographer shows up, and Bucky's whole world gets blown to pieces."

💖💖 +54K of shorter fic 💖💖

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Maine Cabin Masters - s6, e9-10

Only Murders In The Building - s3, e8

D20: The Unsleeping City - "Start Spreading The News" (s3, e1)

D20: The Unsleeping City - "Mutant Santa Melee" (s3, e2)

D20: The Unsleeping City - "Pigeon Plus Ones" (s3, e3)

D20: The Unsleeping City - "Scramble in the Sewers" (s3, e4)

D20: The Unsleeping City - "A New York Wedding" (s3, e5)

D20: The Unsleeping City - "The War of Bugs and Rats" (s3, e6)

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Re: Dracula - September 17: The Blood is the Life

Re: Dracula - September 18: All the More For It

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Italy’s Bomb Squad

Re: Dracula - September 19: The Best was Made of Everything

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Getting lost in Golden Gate Park

Into It - How to Game the Billboard Hot 100

Switched on Pop - Doja Cat’s Satanic Suite

Cytochrome Hear Presents: The Tiger and the Dragon

⭐ 99% Invisible #553 - Cautionary Tales of the Sydney Opera House

Re: Dracula - September 20: Not For Your Living Soul

Vibe Check - Richard Pryor in the Morning? That’s a Sex Act

Outward - Mercury Stardust Helps Queer People Feel Safe and Sound at Home

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Ark of Citrus

Song Exploder - Laufey - From The Start

⭐ Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - Subtitles: On

⭐ One Year - 1955: Siberia, USA

Today, Explained - The six D-words of climate change

Re: Dracula - September 22: Sadly and Without Hope

Dear Prudence - I Don't Want My Dad to Give Me Away at My Wedding. Help!

Into It - Hasan Minhaj’s Broken Truths, and Taylor Swift’s Broken Google

What Next: TBD - Did AirBnB Need to Go?

Endless Thread - The online legacy of 'To Catch a Predator'

Re: Dracula - September 23: After a Bad Night

⭐ ICYMI - Is “Algospeak” D@ngerous?

Today, Explained - Blame Capitalism: The 99%

⭐ Cautionary Tales - A Fascination with Failure: Death On The Dancefloor

Welcome to Night Vale - Bonus Episode: Behind the Scenes (September 2023)

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

my Liked Music playlist

Hard Rock Headbangers

My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult

#sunday reading recap #bookgeekgrrl's reading habits #bookgeekgrrl's soundtracks #roaring twenties magic series #the doomsday books duology #fanfic ftw #work has been hella busy and otherwise all i'm doing is watching d20's the unsleeping city which i cannot get enough of #dimension 20 #d20: the unsleeping city #my life with the thrill kill kult #99% invisible podcast #one year podcast #20k hz podcast #re: dracula #switched on pop podcast #song exploder #the atlas obscura podcast #vibe check podcast #cautionary tales podcast #icymi podcast #endless thread podcast #welcome to night vale #into it podcast #what next: tbd podcast #today‚ explained podcast #outward podcast #dear prudence podcast #cytochrome hear presents: the tiger and the dragon

[sadbi-hours]

Title: my world; a gray multi-colored love letter

Pairing: Darcy Lewis/ Natasha Romanoff/ Bucky Barnes

Rating: NSFW

A/N: I decided to combine the idea of two soulmate AU prompts I found: the first one is Grey to multi-coloured - only being able to see grey until they meet their soulmate.

But I switched out the color aspect, instead your world remains gray even when you meet your soulmate, but you can see flickers of color...but it's often triggered by a strong emotion or trauma.

Image Credits: Banner made by me with the help of PicsArt and Google Images

Created For:

@darcylewisbingohq: Weekly Challenge-Choose your own Ambience

@sebastianstanbingo: N1- Bucky Barnes

@anyfandomkinkbingo: O3- Dead Hearts- Stars

@lgbtqbingo: I4- Soulmate AU

@marvelrarepairbingo2022: B4- Love Letters

@marvelfluffbingo: G5- One Night Stand

@mcukinkbingo: O4- Characters Soul Bond

Description:

Tell me everything that happened

Tell me everything you saw

How can a drunken, passion filled one-night stand forever change her life? Darcy doesn't know. It's probably why she's sitting down and scribbling out these letters in her love life to sort out how she'd ended up where she was now.

She'd just been a college graduate the night she'd met them both, drunk off her ass and celebrating the end of one chapter and the beginning of a new one. It hadn't been like she gone out looking for her soulmates—nor had she looked at James or Natasha and thought 'they're it. Those two are my other half.'

Because obviously, she'd been too drunk to think anything other than 'Gosh, they're fucking hot. I wanna climb 'em like a tree!'

No, she hadn't thought about anything other than with her nether regions—and now she's stuck with a pair of soulmates out of her fun night in the rain.

A man—James Barnes, a gruff dirtbag who disappears on her for weeks on end to call her for a booty call to get his rocks off when he is around...

And a woman—Natasha Romanoff, who treats her like a princess and is always showing her off as her girlfriend to her weirdly funny, but dysfunctional adoptive family and friends... but never wants to be alone carnally with her other than on the night they'd first meet.

It's a weird mixture of emotions and tribulations that someone like Darcy is barely equipped to deal with having just having one partner. But she knows that she's in too deep with these two to quit them—

They're her soulmates... and things are about to get even more complicated. Because James might not be as indifferent, or as absent, to her as she thought he was—and Natasha might have her own reasons for being with her other than purely motivated... and Darcy is stuck in the middle of their own brands of care for her—in a morally gray and multi-colored world that's slowly becoming bleaker the longer she's bonded to the two of them.

They moved forward and my heart died

It's hard to know they're out there

It's hard to know that you still care

#darcylewisbingohq #sebastianstanbingo #lgbtq bingo #marvel rare pair bingo 2022 #marvelfluffbingo2022 #mcukinkbingo #my edits #marvel #james x darcy x natasha #bucky barnes #darcy lewis #natasha romanoff