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Till death do us part - Dean Winchester

Author: theweirdymcweirderson

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Relationships: Dean Winchester×Reader

Word count: 1247

Warnings: Teasing, fake dating, bit of anxiety, kissing, Reader is lowkey a bitch to Sammy

Summary: Posing as Dean's fiancée for a case. Nothing could ever go wrong, right?

Notes: English is not my first language, soooo ehehehe, please don’t judge me too harshly. Feel free to let me know your thoughts about it, I always appreciate constructive criticism.

Enjoy :)

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“We’re going to a wedding?”

The chair squeaks as you turn to stare at Sam, eyebrows raised in an obvious question as you try to quickly chew and swallow the food in your mouth. Maybe he’s right, you should take smaller bites.

“Come again?”

You nod your head, pointing at Dean for putting your thoughts into words, still staring curiously at Sam.

“I just found us a case. Three different weddings, three brides dead.”

Sam walks to the table, grimaces as he pushes the remnants of your late breakfast/early lunch and sits down, partially turning his computer screen so that you and his brother can read the information he’s gathered.

“So, listen to this…”

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Your hands smooth down the dress, running over your tummy and then your hips, as you turn around and stare at your reflection from every angle. Running is gonna be a fucking bitch in this. You move your legs around, testing the fabric’s resistance, right as Dean emerges from the bathroom.

“Well, look at you, sweetheart, you sure do clean up nicely.”

“Ha, ha, very funny. It’s 2022, why the hell can’t I wear pants?”

Right on cue, Sam walks in with what you assume is your early dinner because his “We don’t know what’s killing these people, what if the food’s poisoned?” ass, thinks it would be better to eat before heading to the reception.

“Cause you don’t own any wedding appropriate pants? Now would you, please, stop? You’ve been complaining ever since I told you about the case.”

He hands you a shoebox as you roll your eyes at his words, only to open said box and choke on your saliva.

“I’m not wearing heels, Samuel.”

“Well, you sure as hell can’t wear those old, scuffed, hunting boots either, can you?”

The box lands unceremoniously on the dusty motel bed as you stare down the younger Winchester, hands automatically going to your hips. He stares right back, holding his ground and yeah, maybe he has a point, but still…

“I can’t even walk properly on those, let alone run! How the fuck do you expect me to hunt if I risk breaking my neck on every step I take, huh?”

“Uhm, she got a point there, Sammy…”

You thank Dean for his support, eyes still locked on Sam’s as he sighs his defeat and steps back out only to walk back in a couple of minutes later with a pair of white, basic sneakers. Your lips stretch on a smile, a peace offering of some kind, because you know you’ve been a bitch to him about the case, but you can’t help it. You need something to keep your mind from thinking about being Dean fucking Winchester’s date.

Sam had, unfortunately, questioned the wedding planner, Mr. Plafond, so to him he was Agent Wedge Antilles; which left you and Dean to play the happy couple who wanted to see the planner’s work before starting to organise your own wedding. Mr. Plafond was more than willing to show you a glimpse of the final product. And, well, you were more than willing to stab yourself with a fork before having to hold hands with Dean.

You practically inhale your food, earning yourself concerned glances from your boys, but you can’t focus on that, not when your mind is obsessing over the fact that you’ll be the focus of Dean’s attention in about half an hour.

How is your fickle heart supposed to survive that when just hearing his gruff voice or witnessing his cute chuckle, has your chest constricting and your breathing quickening. Oh God. I’m so fucked. Phone in hand, you scroll mindlessly through your fake social media account as you miserably fail to calm your nerves down.

Ten minutes later, the boys are dressed to kill and you slip your gun in your thigh holster, fix your dress to make sure the knives in your bra aren’t showing and grab your purse. Going on a hunt with a fucking purse. A fucking “clutch”! I’ve become a fucking joke.

You review the plan one last time and then Sam is telling you to stay safe before he slips behind the wheel of his rented car, agreeing with Dean to meet him there a couple of minutes later to avoid raising suspicion.

Twisting your necklace around your fingers, you rest your back against the side of the car, patiently waiting as Dean checks the trunk to make sure you’re forgetting nothing.

You jump lightly when his hand envelopes yours, stopping you from further distressing the necklace.

“You seem nervous, sweetheart.”

“What? No. I mean, maybe? A little...I can’t act for the life of me, what if I mess things up?”

Dean hums his acknowledgement, a smile on his lips as his fingers find your chin and he tilts your head up for your eyes to meet.

“You trust me?”

“You know I do, Dean.”

He moves closer, so close that you can feel the keys of the Impala snug in his left pocket and digging in your side. Oh sweet baby pandas.

“You’ll do just fine...”

And then his hand, roughened by years of hunting, is caressing up your cheek, fingers then tracing the shell of your ear and for a second, an excruciatingly long, damned second, your lungs forget how to function.

“...I’ll take care of ya, sweetheart.”

It’s wishful thinking, you know that, because the heart wants what it wants, so your brain is tricking you, but damn you to all circles of hell if his voice doesn’t sound just a tad bit rougher and more strained than it usually does.

And what’s worse is that, it’s doing things to you, to your body, that you’ll have to deal with later on. I should’ve booked a room for myself, damn it.

You shouldn’t indulge, but his eyes hold yours captive and before you can force your body to pull away, his tongue pokes out, just barely, and your eyes are there, following the damn motion.

One moment you’re fantasizing about his lips and the next, those same full, pillowy, sinful lips of his are pressing to your own and stealing what little breath you have left.

All thoughts dissolve from your mind, and your body takes over, wasting no time in responding. His shirt is now fisted in your hands while your head tilts back to give him more access.

With your eyes closed, you relish in the feeling of his left hand moving from the hood of the car and sliding along your side to find your hip, turning your body to better fit his needs. A sound pushes through your throat and then you can’t take it anymore; your tongue teases the seam of his lips and takes advantage as soon as sweet, rewarding entrance is granted.

Your body melts, every muscle releasing its tension and Dean seems pretty damn okay with supporting your weight. Just as your lungs start to burn a bit too much for comfort, he pulls back with a quick, dirty nip to your cupid’s bow, leaving you blindly, stupidly, chasing after his mouth, silently asking for more.

“You see, that wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

No answer comes to you, and even if it did, you doubt you’d be able to voice it with the way his thumb is still running over your swollen lower lip.

“You just gotta follow my lead, sweetheart.”Oh yeah. I’m so utterly fucked.

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Do you know of any other blogs that add in gifs such as you do? Love your work by the way.

Aww thank you! 🥰 Here are all the blogs I know that include NSFW gifs in some way.

Some fics that have gifs with Y/n - reader:

Put Your Lovin’ On Me by The_Onyx_Moon (Bucky x reader)

Your True Mate & Dirty Deeds by LexieCarver (Crowley x reader)

A Gentle Touch by 221bshrlocked (Bucky x reader)

Toxic by MrsSebastianWinchester (Bucky x OC)

Avengers and Friends NSFW Alphabet by Purplegirl123 (Avengers)

I Want It Rough & Who Is In Control? & Bittersweet Lovin' by xoxoshylioness (Twilight)

Harleythegeekqueen (Supernatural & Marvel reader fics)

buckysconditioner (Bucky x reader)

221bshrlocked (Bucky x reader)

winecatsandpizza (Supernatural x reader)

TheWeirdyMcWeirderson (Dean x reader)

leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid (Supernatural x reader)

Fics that don’t have Y/n or OC as a character:

Firemione (Harry Potter fics)

HPSlut69 (Harry Potter fics)

SinningSweetly5 (Harry Potter fics)

Lorbie05 (Harry Potter fics)

ArizonaiceT666 (Harry Potter fics)

Lisamilles (Harry Potter fics)

A_LoveUnlaced (Harry Potter NSFW Art)

FreakFest (HP. Harry x Hermione fics)

AnneSnape (Hermione x Snape dark fics)

La Petite Mort by Orchid_Haven (Draco x Hermione fic)

Breed by RoseDeVents (Draco x Hermione fic)

Targaryen_Stark (HP, VD, Twilight fics)

TheDarkestMindWithin (Loki, Hannibal fics)

OhCaptainMyCaptain (Bucky x Steve fics)

kagszzy (Riverdale fics)

LovingGwendolaj (Game of Thrones fics)

The Ultimate Guide To Destiel Sex (Dean x Cas fic)

Adventures In Babymaking by southsidestyle (Fangs x Toni fic)

Some good tags to look on AO3:

nsfw gifs

animated gifs

graphic format: gif

embedded images

#requests #fic recommendations #gifs #smut #read tags #some fics are dark #blog recommendations #other blogs

[winchester-fantasies]

A, F, H, M, R, U, Z

A. What’s your favorite fandom to write?

Well, right now SPN is the only fandom I write for so I guess that one hahaha

F. Canon fics or au?

Both actually!

H. Original characters or no?

Depends on the story really lol I’ve written a few OCs but I normally stick to characters in the show lol

M. Least favorite fic of yours?

Something a Little More Recreational...I cringe every time ahahah

R. Link your favorite fic of all-time.

Help Me Practice by @theweirdymcweirderson

U. When did you start writing fanfic?

July of 2019!

Z. How do you feel about your sip compared to your other works?

I’m indifferent tbh lol I feel like I’ve written better but I also like it more than others sooooo 🤷‍♀️

#fanfic ask game #deanmonandnegansbitch

[just-another-busy-fangirl-writes]

Laura’s Reading List: Dean x Reader/OFC

Let me know if you have any other fic recs for me to read & put on this list!

Dean x Reader

A Girl Called Mike by @arazialotis ***Comp   The reader disguises herself during hunting jobs as a man named Mike and has met up with the Winchesters several times. They are unaware of her true identity. Feeling they know and trust Mike, they agree to invite the reader to the bunker.  Part 1 Part 2 Part 3Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Finale

Contrapasso by @crispychrissy ***Comp   When a high ranking demon is kidnapped and cured by the British Men of Letters, she awakens with no memory of what she used to be. When the dark memories of her past begin creeping up, will she be able to escape the tidal wave or will she be swept under and consumed by darkness once more?

The New Princess by @curliesallovertheplace    You look exactly like the princess of Genieve who is promised to marry the prince of your country, Prince Dean. But what happens if the princess doesn’t want to marry him and meets you, her look-a-like?

Someone to Watch Over Me by @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog ***Comp   Six months ago, everything changed. Widowed and alone, Dean Winchester is determined to pick himself up and move on, so he goes back to his job as a bodyguard for Singer Protective Services. His first assignment? An actress receiving death threats, an actress with an uncanny resemblance to his wife. You don’t want protection, don’t need it. Especially from someone as cold and impersonal as Dean Winchester. You’re not afraid of a bunch of stupid death threats, you just want to be left alone to live your life. Two people, two very different lives. Who will be the first to let their armor slip?

Good Vibrations by @impala-dreamer ***Comp   Y/N has wished for Dean Winchester to turn his eye her way since the moment they met, silently pining for him and loving him from deep within the friend zone. When Dean suddenly returns her affection, Y/N is in Seventh Heaven, but nothing gold can stay, and she soon finds out that things aren’t always what they seem and that some wishes are better left unfulfilled.

When In Rome by @just-another-winchester   Dean notices changes in Y/N after she’s brought back to life, slowly realizing she isn’t the same woman he fell in love with and that she’s gone bad. Will he be able to save her? Or is she lost to him?

You’re Not Alone by @just-another-winchester    You didn’t have the easiest life, after losing your family you escaped everything you knew and went on the run. You were young and alone, until you meet the Winchesters, a long overdue meeting. Now together the three of you will face adventure, horror, romance and suspense. The Winchesters become your lifeline, and you become theirs. But you have no idea what kind of adventures you’re really in for.

How You Play the Game by @kittenofdoomage ***Comp   Y/N is a frequent hunting associate to the Winchesters, and has been in love with Dean as long as she can remember. Her past comes back to trap her, and she finds herself fighting for her life in a place of nightmares… is she alone?

What You Wanted by @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid ***Comp   No longer being able to watch Dean long for kids anymore you make the decision to get pregnant without telling Dean your plan first. You know he won’t like the idea and even shot it down when you brought it up before trying. But will he turn his back on you when you tell him your plan worked?

Force of Habit by @littlegreenplasticsoldier ***Comp   You and Dean have the perfect marriage.

Hunting Ground by @luci-in-trenchcoats ***Comp  cop!reader AU series

Our Little Secret by @sis-tafics (Part 4) ***Comp   After Dean finds out you lack some experience in a certain department, he makes it his goal to rectify that. As friends, the two of you decide there are some kinks out there definitely worth trying.

Break a Little by @sis-tafics ***Comp   You’re an Alpha Female, and that means your entire life you’ve been an outcast, an abomination. It’s been so long you don’t remember what it is like not to feel raw, angry and hurt. You’re aggressive, a little wild, and don’t play well with others. So when your only friend’s brother Dean calls and says Sam is missing, you are hesitant to work with him. After all, you have always been alone.

The Ellison Lane Legacy Series by @sixtysevenandwhiskey ***Comp

Just One Night by @sofreddie ***Comp   Dean deeply yearns for Y/N. But there’s just one problem…she’s not his.

What Are You Searching For by @supernatural-fanfic (Part 10) ***Comp

Summer Fling by @supernatural-jackles ***Comp   After months of struggling, an impulse decision puts you on the road from Sioux Falls to Lawrence Kansas, hoping that your father, Bobby Singer, will take you in for the summer.  A breath of fresh air. A change of scenery. But little did you know, this summer was going to change your life forever.

Help Me Practice by @theweirdymcweirderson ***Comp   The reader has never been kissed and as a guy starts to take interest in her, she asks Dean, her best friend, to help her practice. After they kiss, none of them seem to be able to keep holding back the feelings they have for each other.

Noise Complaints by @winchasterdean (Part 7)   Dean and the Reader are next door neighbours. Dean has an active sex life that keeps the Reader up at night. One night, the Reader decides she’s had enough and decides to confront Dean.

Dean and Sam x Reader

Hunter Care Network by @wayward-and-worn ***Comp

With Wolves by @bamby0304 ***Comp   Known as The Omen, your reputation puts fear in some of the most dangerous and deadly Alphas. So when you’re caught and sent to the worst maximum security facility unknown to man, no one expected an unclaimed Omega to walk through the gates in shackles and an orange jumpsuit. Word circulates, and before long there’s a price on your head. Who will claim the untamed Omega?

#laura's reading #dean x reader #dean x ofc

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List of authors

I would love to give an exhaustive list of authors I would thank for their amazing work, I would love to be able to cite all the stories I loved from them but it is just impossible ! 

To everyone I will cite here I would love to say this : Your stories made me feel all sorts of emotions and I found a lot of comfort in them !!  I am always excited to see new fics from you ! I truly appreciate your posts !  

This list will definitely be updated in the future ! 

@luci-in-trenchcoats​  @supernatural-jackles   @angelkurenai    @teamfreewill-imagine    @trunk-full-of-ideas     @rockhoochie    @dancingalone21  @moose-and-sqruille-lover  @theweirdymcweirderson   @impalaimagining @sammy-moo​  @saxxxology @Kim M 

It is now a promise I will as much as possible reblog your stories ! 

#listofauthors SPNstories

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Dean Winchester Masterlist - theweirdymcweirderson

Help me Practice series: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT

Summary: College!AU The reader has never been kissed and as a guy starts to take interest in her, she asks Dean, her best friend, to help her practice. After they kiss, none of them seem to be able to keep holding back the feelings they have for each other.

“Help me practice” Masterlist

Thank you: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT Summary: Reader and Dean are alone at the bunker, just relaxing a little, and Dean decides to help the reader relax in a more pleasurable way.

Thank you

Yes, sir: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT

Summary: You go to a bar to have some fun and unwind a little, and the green-eyed stranger you meet is more than happy to help!

Yes, sir

Yes, sir 2

Little Fantasies: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT

Request: Reader and the Winchesters have to go undercover in a high school to solve a case and the Reader has to go as a cheerleader, which provides Dean an excuse to live out his fantasy.

Little Fantasies

Changes series: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT

Summary: Dean walks in on the Reader changing her clothes, and he can’t help but seeing her in a completely different way from that moment on. + Imagine being friends with Dean and one day while goofing off, he finds out you have a hair pulling kink, so he makes you moan for him.

Changes

Jealous boyfriend

He knows

Hey, babe

Back together

Make it stop, please… series: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT

Summary: While on a case with Dean, Crowley puts a spell on the Reader, where she almost orgasms, but never really reaches that point, so she is left all hot and bothered and frustrated; and the only way to break the spell is by experiencing a real orgasm *nudge, nudge* + imagine whispering in Dean’s ear all the things you’re gonna do to him when you get back to the Bunker.

Make it stop, please

Hunting partner

Need to touch you

Faults

Make it up

Make the most of it

Always: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT

Request: I was wondering if you’d write a deanxreader fic, please? The reader is usually a happy bubblytype of person. You’d have to really get on her last nerve to piss her off. The Winchesters have never seen this side of her. So, they’re celebrating after a tough hunt. Along with Castiel and Charlie. They go to a bar. And are pretty chill. Then these frat boys start saying some nasty things to the reader and Charlie, they ignore them. They’re just drunks, but then they get pretty nasty to the point that the boys and even Castiel are gonna jump in. But the reader beats them to it. And her temper explodes. Maybe I gave to much detail, I just want a fic along these lines and somehow incorporate a deanxreader relationship. Or starting one after the incident.

Always

You deserved it, baby: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT

Request: Can you do a Dean X reader where she had been studying all night and is really frustrated and Dean helps take the stress away (smut pls) and dirty talk *I have been studying all night and could use some Dean Winchester

You deserved it, baby

I’m here now, sweetheart: (Dean Winchester×Reader) LIGHT SMUT

Request: Hey! Can I request a one shot where the reader goes missing for like a week and Dean/Sam are super worried about her, and then she calls them on a payphone crying and freaking out because she doesn’t remember anything from the past week? Fluff? Thanks :)

I’m here now, sweetheart

Ready? series: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT

Summary: Reader and Dean are best friends. One day she walks in on him watching porn and they decide to make a bet.

Ready?

Your choice

I always keep my promises

Screen saver

Mine: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT this was the first fic I’d ever written…so yeah, it kinda sucks *grin*

Summary: Dean is in love with the reader but he doesn’t tell her and she’s convinced that he hates her till one day Sam and the reader decide to prank Dean making him think that they’re dating which leads Dean to confess his feelings for the reader.

Mine

Yours

Dreams drabble: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT(ish)

Summary: Dean had an intresting dream involving the Reader.

Dreams

Heat: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT

WARNING: contains explicit gifs (it shouldn't show in any case, but just to be sure)

Summary: Dean is working on Baby and the Reader joins him to keep him company, but things get a little more heated than expected.

Heat

Apologies: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT

Summary: Reader gets mad after Dean leaves her back at the bunker during a hunt, so he tries everything in his power to get her to forgive him.

Apologies

Apologies 2

Apologies 3

Apologies 4

Belong to: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT

Request: The Reader wears thigh highs and Dean gets turned on by the while thing.

Summary: The Reader gets jealous and a little insecure when she sees Dean eyeing another woman at a bar, and later Dean sees a man flirting with the Reader so he gets jealous too. They go back to the bunker and have an argument which ends up being solved with Dean reassuring the Reader that she’s the only girl he wants.

Belong to

Belong to 2

Write it down for me: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT

Summary: The Reader keeps reading the “Supernatural” books even after Dean asks her to stop, so he tells her that he wants to read about her as well.

Write it down for me

Write it down for me 2

Write it down for me 3

Make me wanna die: (Dean Winchester×Reader) LIGHT ANGST

Summary: Dean keeps doing everything in his power to push the Reader away, believing it to be the best way to keep her safe.

Request: Could you please do a song fic about to “Make me wanna die” by The Pretty Reckless.

Make me wanna die

Boredom takes over: (Dean Winchester×Reader) LIGHT SMUT(ish)

Summary: Dean confesses to the Reader that he thinks she’s the most boring person he’s ever met, and she decides to show him just how wrong that statement is.

Boredom takes over

Movie Night: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT

Summary: Dean takes the Reader to the movies because they’re screening her favorite movie and things get heated after he gets jealous of her celebrity crush.

Movie Night

Interviews: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT

Summary: Dean gets jealous when the Reader flirts with an officer to get the information they need, so he decides to confront her about it in the bathroom, ending up drawing some unexpected attention.

Request: Dean and the Reader having public sex and getting caught.

Interviews

Memory Foam: (Dean Winchester×Reader) FLUFF

Summary: The Reader can’t fall asleep because of the recurring nightmares she has, so Dean helps her through them.

Request: Dean and the Reader sleeping together for the first time with no smut.

Memory Foam

Ice-cream break: (Dean Winchester×Reader) FLUFF

Request: Imagine the Reader is dyslexic, but she doesn’t tell the boys because she’s really embarrassed by it but they find out anyways because she gets frustrated and starts crying.

Ice-cream break

Animals: (Dean Winchester×Reader) LIGHT SMUT

Prompt: Something about Dean based on the song Animals by Nickelback.

Animals

Till death do us part: (Dean Winchester×Reader) LIGHT ANGST(ish)

Prompt: Posing as Dean's fiancée for a case. Nothing could ever go wrong, right?

Till death do us part

Main Masterlist

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Hero complex - James B. Barnes

Author: theweirdymcweirderson

Characters: Reader, James B. Barnes

Relationships: Bucky Barnes×Reader

Word count: 926

Summary: While on the run Bucky and the Reader encounter a bit of trouble.

Warnings: Pet names, explicit words, teasing, cursing, blood, bullet wound, idiots in love (hehehe). That’s it I think, let me know if you find more.

Notes: You may wonder what this is, the answer to that is I don’t know :) But if you feel like leaving me some feedback, I'd really appreciate it. 💖

Ps: English is not my first language, I tried my best, but there might still be some mistakes/weird sentences. Sorry :)

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A groan tears through your raw throat as you’re giving yourself a mental pep-talk trying to prepare for what is coming and knowing, much to your dismay, that it’s not going to help at all.

“You know, hiding is kinda useless if you keep making noise.”

“Oh, sorry my fucking pain is such a fucking nuisance to you. It’s not like I have a damn hole in my arm from saving your fucking ass.”

“Never asked you to, doll.”

Bucky sends a saccharine smile your way, before he turns back around to make sure no one has found your hideout yet. If you weren’t smack in the middle of the enemy’s lair, you would give him a piece of your mind, but knowing how little it takes for your disputes to escalate, you swallow down your retort and focus on getting the bullet out.

Fuck. FUCK! Fuck me and my fucking need to help his ungrateful fucking ass.

Your teeth sink in the flesh just under your bottom lip, trapping in your scream of pain as shaky fingers dig in your bicep; slippery with blood, the bullet keeps escaping your grasp and it makes you want to shout your frustration to the high heavens. Too bad you can't.

Once sure that you’re safe enough for the moment, Bucky glances back to check how you’re doing. You haven’t lost too much blood, which is the only upside of your predicament. Tears are on the verge of falling from your eyes, and he feels a pang of guilt in the pit of his stomach.

He crouches down next to you and takes your hand away; you give him a confused glare but don’t comment as he sets to retrieve the bullet himself. You hiss as he first touches the wound and his disapproving eyes find yours.

“Sorry. Want me to fucking die quieter?”

“You’re not going to die. Stop being so dramatic.”

You feel an unimaginable need to stick your tongue out at him, but since his fingers are about to dig inside the hole in your arm, you decide against it. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.

“Bite down on something, this is gonna hurt.”

He’s right, his fingers are bigger than yours, but with the pain making you dizzy you can’t summon the strength to pull it out yourself. Whoever said that there’s strength in numbers, never stopped to consider how weakening getting used to the possibility of relying on others could be.

You bite down on your uninjured hand, hoping for the pain you’re causing yourself to trick your brain from focusing on the pain Bucky is about to unintentionally inflict. It’s useless, you already know that.

Bucky's eyes find your face, wanting to give you a heads up before starting, and his stomach fills with dread at the realisation of just how screwed he is.

You're scrunching your eyes closed, teeth gnawing on your hand and he shouldn't, really, it's not the time for such thoughts, not when you're bleeding and in pain and – fuck, what if they find you? But he takes his time and commits the small details of your face to his memory.

Flushed cheeks, wet with the tears you've tried to push back; irritated lips bitten raw in your attempt at reigning in the pain; clammy skin, dampened by the cold sweat you both worked up during the chase; Bucky knows he'll never get another chance to be so up close to you.

He drowns the thought urging him to push the stray strands of hair stuck to your face and clears his throat; professionalism is his strongest suit.

“On three.”

You nod once, pull in a long, shuddering breath through your nose and sink your teeth a little deeper in your hand. Completely, undeniably useless; the second his forefinger digs in to locate the foreign object, you feel your soul on the verge of leaving your body.

Fucking hero complex.

The suffering comes out as a sobbing whimper, and your widened eyes find Bucky's face; teeth releasing your limb because – that trick never work, does it?

He's even more handsome up close. Straight nose and full, plump lips. Your brain focuses on counting the light dusting of freckles across his skin; marvels at the long lashes creating the softest of shadows on each delicate flutter. Oh, he’s prettypretty.

Bucky glances up, your eyes lock and for a second he actually seems taken aback by your staring. One beat. Two.

His eyes are so bright and so dull at the same time.

The shadows of his past cloud the pools of blue Steve has told you about. You knew that, knew what to expect when they made you teammates; listened, memorised and dreamt of all the information Natasha and Tony had given you. He’s a ghost story and yet…

You try to blink away the thoughts, afraid he might catch on to your inner ramblings. One blink. Two.

His fingers pull out the bullet and your nails dig in his quad with everything you have left. Neither of you can tell when your hand found his thigh. He doesn't complain, though, doesn't even flinch at the action.

“What the fuck happened to ‘on three’?”

His lips tilt at the corners, if he wasn't a breath away, you would never have caught the action.

“Changed my mind.”

“You're the fucking worst.”

“And you're fucking welcome, doll. Now, shut up before you get us caught.”

You roll your eyes and stick your tongue out at his back. Ungrateful ass.

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James B. Barnes Masterlist - theweirdymcweirderson

Responsability: (James B. Barnes×Reader) SMUT

Summary: Smutty encounter between Reader and Bucky.

Responsability

Bucky comes home after a mission: (James B. Barnes×Reader) FLUFF

Summary: Short drabble about Bucky’s routine when he returns home after missions.

Bucky comes home after a mission

Wondering thoughts and sleepless nights: (James B. Barnes×Reader) ANGST + FLUFF + LIGHT SMUT

Summary: The reader can’t fall asleep due to memories of her relationship with Bucky.

Wondering thoughts and sleepless nights

Greedy: (James B. Barnes×Reader) SMUT

Summary: Bucky really enjoys watching his girlfriend being pleasured.

Greedy

Snacks & secrets: (James B. Barnes×Reader) FLUFF

Summary: Bucky finds out the secret the Reader has been keeping from him.

Snacks & secrets

Some you win and some, well, you win.: (James B. Barnes×Reader) LIGHT SMUT (ish)

Summary: Bucky and the Reader engage in some teasing games.

Some you win and some, well, you win. 

Hero complex: (James B. Barnes×Reader) ANGST & FLUFF (kinda)

Summary: While on a mission Bucky and the Reader encounter a bit of trouble.

Hero complex

All is fair in love and war: (James B. Barnes×Reader) LIGHT SMUT (ish)

Summary: Things heat up during a training session between Bucky and Reader.

All is fair in love and war

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All is fair in love and war - James B. Barnes

Author: theweirdymcweirderson

Characters: Reader, James B. Barnes

Relationships: Bucky Barnes×Reader

Word count: 2462

Summary: Things heat up during a training session between Bucky and Reader.

Warnings: Pet names, explicit words, teasing, cursing, fighting/training, dirty talk (kinda), innuendos, that stupid metal arm (ugh), kissing, implied smut, seduction 101. That’s it I think, let me know if you find more.

Notes: You may wonder what this is, the answer to that is I don’t know :) But if you feel like leaving me some feedback, I’d really appreciate it. 💖

Ps: English is not my first language, I tried my best, but there might still be some mistakes/weird sentences. Sorry :)

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A strategy, that’s all it is. Nothing more than a strategy. A strategy that you’ve spent the last couple of weeks working on because, honestly, how long can anyone take this? Every other day, you find yourself lying on your back, sweaty and out of breath, panting up at the same man pinning your body to the sticky mattresses time and time again. That is, if you’re not pinned to something else.

It probably wouldn’t even be so bad if it wasn’t for the smug, self-satisfied grin always painted on his stupidly handsome face.

So yes, you came up with a plan. Granted it’s a stupid, ridiculous, totally not thought-through plan, but at least you are prepared. That’s what everyone keeps telling you anyway. You should always have a plan.

That’s why, this time, as he effortlessly swipes your feet from under you, sending your body to meet the oh so trusty mattress, you don’t try to fight your way back to your feet before his hips are pinning yours down; one elbow landing a breath away from your face as his metal hand wraps around your throat, asserting the dominance you both know he currently has over you.

Yeah, he’s a show-off and you fucking hate him for it.

The smile that spreads on his lips is slow, teasing and 100% meant to get on every single one of your nerves. That’s another thing he excels at. The fucker.

Your chest rises to meet his sweat-dampened one, cause Mr. ‘I’ll always pin you to whatever surface is closest’ prefers working out shirtless – not that you mind – but still: a show off.

“Gotcha.” A quick eyebrow raise, smile widening as his tongue pokes out to make an appearance.

He’s a show-off and a tease. So, well, you kiss him.

Now your plan didn’t go any further than this exact moment and you’re not sure what you were expecting him to do other than be surprised, but it sure as hell wasn’t to kiss you back.

He’s a good kisser, and fucking hell, you should’ve expected that. You should’ve at least guessed from the way he runs his tongue over those lips, the way his teeth sink in them, or even just the easy way they curl around his smile. He smiles like a man who knows how to use those lips.

So, what if you get distracted for a minute or several even? What if your arms encircle his waist and you pull him closer? No one in their right mind would judge you cause he definitely knows how to use those lips.

The position you’re in, or rather his hips pinning your own, limit your movements which is more than a little frustrating – not that you plan on ever admitting that out loud – all you can really do, is wiggle underneath him, until he catches your drift and smoothly manoeuvres to rest between your parted thighs. Bless Sam and his ‘flexibility is fundamental’ policy.

You’d originally thought this would be the long-awaited moment to claim your victory, instead, you find yourself hooking your calf around his thigh, which rewards you with the sweetest, most panty-melting groan you’ve had the pleasure of hearing, and the prominent evidence of how much he’s enjoying the kiss. Now, that, is one hell of a victory.

His hand moves from your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he cups your head to deepen the kiss and when his tongue asks for entrance, you don’t deem it nice to refuse – seriously that would be rude – so you grant it.

He kisses you until you run out of breath and you find yourself wishing you’d taken on Natasha’s advice to increase your damn lung capacity. You don’t have much time to contemplate that thought, though, because then he’s staring down at you so intently with those pretty, darkened blue eyes and, damn, is it even legal for him to lick his lips like that?

“That wa-” Taking your chance while his guard is down, you don’t give him time to finish.

Hands on his shoulders, you bridge your hips and push him off and to the side, the way Steve showed you during your last sparring session, quickly switching positions and pinning him to the mattress. Your turn for a smug smile.

“-uff. Dirty trick, huh?”

You’d probably be more bothered by the fact that he’s grinning again, if it weren’t for his lips still glistening with the evidence of your kiss. His hands resting comfortably on your waist are a plus.

“Gotcha!”

“Doesn’t count, doll. You cheated.”

You shrug one shoulder, leaning down and mimicking his previous actions; elbow by his head and hand around his neck. You’re starting to understand why he enjoys pinning you down so much. He’s still a show-off, though.

“Gotcha.” You whisper the word, letting your breath tickle the sensitive skin just under his ear and thoroughly enjoying the way his fingers flex on your waist as his breathing stutters ever so slightly. It’s payback and, fine, maybe he’s not the only tease.

“If that’s what it takes, I’m more than willing to let you pin me more often, dollface.” The way the pet name rolls off his tongue this time – smooth, sensual, inviting – has you fighting off the urge to buck your hips. You categorically refuse to give him the satisfaction.

“That’s cute, but we both know your ego could never sustain such a blow, sarge.”

With his head thrown back, you feel the laugh that erupts from him travel all through his body, and fuck, the plan was definitely not thought-through.

“Trust me, my ego is getting one hell of a boost with you perched up there, doll.”

He makes a show of letting his eyes suggestively travel to the place you’re sitting on, making you hyper aware of the delectable way his bulge looks in his damned, black shorts. Yep, okay, time to get up before you make a fool out of yourself.

“Don’t get cheeky with me, sergeant.” A slap to his chest accompanies your words and the hard pecs you’re met with, have your core clenching involuntarily. He’s just so solid; it’s unfair. Like really unfair.

Before you have the time to redirect your thoughts to something more decent – he is your teammate after all, for crying out loud – he brings his hands under your thighs, lifting your body as he sits up and slams you down between his parted thighs, effectively knocking the breath out of you.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, doll.”

You grunt back something intelligible, sticking up your middle finger for him to chuckle at as he gets back to his feet. God, you really do hate his skilled and overly attractive ass. When you crack open an eye, you find his hand dangling in front of your face: a peace offering. Grasping the metal appendage, you let him pull you back upright and head for your water bottle; Barnes still has 27 minutes and 19 seconds to thoroughly torture your ass before you can call it a day. Yay.

Your back is met with the wall this time, because he likes to spice things up. You huff out indignantly, struggling against the vice grip holding both of your wrists plastered to the wall padding. Why are his hands so big, anyway? Honestly, that’s just unnecessary. You feel like screaming your frustration cause he’s not even using the metal hand and, yet, you can’t make him budge.

“You’re getting better at this.”

Praying for your body not to betray the effect his praise has on you, you flash him your most saccharine, sarcastic smile. “What can I say, Steve’s a great teacher. Gon let me go now, or what?”

Your attitude will be your undoing one day, that’s for sure.

Instead of loosening his grip, he slots his thigh between your legs, spreading them in the process as your hips are pinned to the wall as well. His breathing is ragged and you wish, but you know it’s not due to exertion; you still have a long road ahead of you before your fighting skills manage to exert a super soldier. Still, you’ll take what you can and, now, it’s your ego’s turn to get one hell of a boost.

You don’t dare break eye contact, staring right back at him defiantly. No way you’re backing down. When you feel the almost-there touch of his metal fingers caressing their way up your thigh, you consider caving for a fraction of a second, but then that grin just has to make another damn appearance. Well, fuck him.

“I’m dying to see how you get out of this one, dollface.” His gaze locks on your parted lips. You know what he expects, what he wants, and you also know that he’ll never cave either.

Your voice sounds just as strained and husky as his when you finally manage to get enough moisture back in your dry mouth to answer.

“What if I don’t want to, sergeant?” It’s mocking, provoking and instead of taking it back, your shoulders relax against the wall, pushing your chest forward as your back arches invitingly.

Yeah, your attitude will certainly be your undoing.

His dark eyes find yours again, at the same time his metal hand lands just under your ribcage and his other hand tugs your wrists upwards. You groan at the change in posture; every muscle in your body tensing as you find yourself barely able to reach the ground with your tiptoes.

“Don’t fuck with me, doll.” Huh, you wish.

James fucking Barnes is holding your body suspended in the air. If you were to relax, you’d end up straddling his thigh and the fucker makes it abundantly clear that he knows that by purposefully contracting his quad. Your ego stops you from accepting the tempting invitation.

If your brain wasn’t currently swallowed by a cloud of lust, you would actually be more than a little mortified by the fact that he has you melting against his rock-hard body as muscle fatigue starts to set in.

You don’t know how, and you certainly don’t know why, since your body is rather enjoying the feeling of his, but you manage to use his hold on your wrist as leverage and your knee comes up to awkwardly connect with his side. The movement takes him by surprise and he loses his footing trying to keep you from falling.

You end up back on the mattress in a tangled mess of limbs. The timer going off makes you jump lightly, but neither of you moves to pull away. Somewhere in the background, under the obscene fantasies now running wild in your head, you remember that you’re still in the gym. Anyone could walk in at any fucking second.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, doll.” You throw back his words at him and if the answering growl you receive is anything to go by, he doesn’t find you as funny as you find yourself. Oh well. You shrug, sitting back upright on his lap as he lets his head hit the mattress; eyes closing. The privileged seat is kind of starting to grow on you.

“Bucky?”

“Hmmm?” It’s more of an annoyed grunt than a hum, his nostrils flaring as he opens his eyes to find you glancing behind him to check if anyone is there to witness what is going on.

“How’s the ego doing?”

“You really wanna know the answer to that?”

He shifts his hips slightly, catching you off guard and you end up positioned right on top of the delectable bulge that was previously teasing you.

Oh yeah, something is growing on you alright.

Schooling your facial expression as best as you can because – sweet baby pandas, neither his shorts nor yours do anything to conceal what and how much he is packing – you force your eyes to stay on his daring ones. This is the moment of truth: every single, tiny, teasing taunt you’ve exchanged today culminates in this. You, him, your core pressed to his bulge and his lust-darkened eyes boring into yours; you’re going to combust.

“Well then, nothing to worry about I guess. So- ehm, time’s up, you plan on letting me go or what?”

“Maybe…” His hold on your thighs tightens the slightest bit, betraying his words and keeping you rooted in place. “If you ask nicely.”

You huff out a laugh, eyebrows rising incredulously, because he has to know that you’d rather spend the night sitting on his lap than beg. There is no way in hell, heaven and everything in between. At least, you like to think so.

“Sure, in your dreams, pal.”

He sits up then, and all you can think about is how strong his core muscles must be. Does this man ever tire? Apparently not.

“Oh, I’m counting on it, doll. Always sound so damn pretty, too.” That takes you by surprise. You know what his words imply and, suddenly, your brain is flooded back with all those indecent thoughts about your teammate.

Your forefinger finds his chest and you push back, needing to put some space between you and his scorching, hot body in order for your brain to resume functioning properly.

“Well, guess what? If you let me go now, you’ll have just enough time to squeeze in a nap before dinner time.” His back connects loudly with the mat as he unceremoniously falls back down; hands pillowing his head as he stares up at you with a boyish grin.

You lift yourself off of him as gracefully as you can, and just before you stand back to your feet, you lean closer one last time; your finger back on his chest and slowly making its way south. Yep, those abs are as strong as you always guessed them to be. “You should know, though, that I sound much, much better in real life.”

Flashing him a sultry smile, you stand up and revel in the groan that echoes your confession.

“Who’s being cheeky now, huh, doll?”

You don’t turn to look at him, eyeing him in the mirror and enjoying the way his eyes are glued to your retreating figure as he adjusts himself with his metal hand. For some reason, which you do not care to dwell on, that simple action gets you hot all over.

“Sweet dreams.” You toss the words over your back, calming down the raging zoo in your ribcage before you add. “That is, unless you rather get a taste of the real thing, sarge.”

The invitation is followed by a second of silence; then a curse, a thud and some more colourful words reach your ears, before the mat squeaks under Bucky’s footsteps as he rushes to catch up.

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James B. Barnes & Steve Rogers Masterlist - theweirdymcweirderson

Pretty: (James B. Barnes×Reader×Steve Rogers) SMUT

Summary: Sexy times with the Super Soldiers.

Pretty

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Snacks & surprises - James B. Barnes

Author: theweirdymcweirderson

Characters: Reader, James B. Barnes, Steve Rogers (for a bit)

Relationships: Bucky Barnes×Reader

Word count: 972

Summary: Bucky finds out the secret the Reader hs been keeping from him.

Warnings: Pet names, Boyfriend!Bucky, fluff, Soft!Bucky, snack stealing, some news, some secrets. That’s it I think, let me know if you fiind more. 

Notes: ‘*Name’ stand for (Y/n), sorry, I’m lazy :) 

You’re tiptoeing your way across the common room, snack bag in hand as you try to silently make your way to your bedroom without being caught. This is the third time you’ve stolen Sam’s snacks in the last week.

“Did you tell him about the baby?”

Steve is leaning back against the wall by the door, and he seems extremely pleased to have caught you on your little snack raid. You glare at him, turning around to check that no one else is in the room with you. 

“No, I didn't. And there’s no reason for him to find out just yet.”

Your eyes narrow to two thin slits as you challenge Steve. Out of all the people who could’ve found out, Mr. Goody Two-Shoes is the absolute worst.

He doesn’t budge, completely unimpressed by your intimidation tactic and you curse your choice to refuse Natasha’s offer to train with Wanda in the matter; you’ll have to grovel to get her to let you join now. His arms raise to fold across his stupidly built chest, and you scoff.

‘Who the hell does he think he’ll impress that way, anyway?’

“*Name, you have to tell him.”

“And I will. Just give me some time to find, you know, the right time.”

Captain America sighs and you know that you have him. He’s relenting and you have to play it right if you want to win this round.

“Please, Stevie, I just wanna test the waters first; try and ease him into it?”

He nods and you mentally fist bump yourself and smile sweetly at him, clutching the snack bag a little tighter as you jog to your room, not wanting to give him enough time to rethink his concession.

You make your way in, humming contentedly to yourself even though you hate the song stuck in your head; Tony is going to pay for playing it 24/7. Opening the bag, you turn the corner to your room and freeze in your spot when you find Bucky waiting for you.

“Hey there, doll.”

You grin, hoping to look innocently unassuming, but the raise of his eyebrows and the slow, deliberate, smile inform you that you’ve failed. Royally.

“Hi! What- what are you doing here?”

“Last time I checked this is our room, love.”

Of course, you know that. What you don’t know is why he is currently sitting on the bed when he is supposed to be in the lab with Bruce. He’s eyeing you knowingly and if you hadn’t just seen Steve, you would bet your ass that his best friend had spilled the beans.

“Something you wanna tell me, *Name?”

“Uh…nope. Nothing. Got nothing to tell, just you know… nothing. You?”                  

He gets up and starts making his way towards you, and you have to force yourself not to focus on how imposing he is.

‘Fuck him and his stupid serum. And Steve, yeah, fuck him too, cau- Oh no, he’s smiling the smile.’

Ever so gently, he takes hold of your hips, his humongous hands resting comfortably on your sides as he grins down at you. It’s unfair that a wall of a man gets to look so freakishly adorable, who gave him the right? You smile back at him, taking a step closer drawn in by the scent of his aftershave.

“Nothing, huh?”

You nod, shrugging one shoulder while hoping to be a little more convincing; you are most definitely asking for Nat’s advice. Bucky hums, lips pressing together as he holds back his laughter, tongue poking his cheek when your shoulders sag in defeat. You rest the snacks on the desk next to you; the right time seems to have found you after all.

“That’s good, so…care to explain that?”

His hands move from your sides and in a heartbeat, you find yourself span around, your back to his chest as he perches his chin on your shoulder. The metal arm is holding you close to him, curled around your waist while his flesh hand is still resting on your side, fingers spreading to hover over your stomach.

There, in the corner formed by the armrest and the back of the couch is Alpine, napping peacefully as if there weren’t tiny teeth and prickly claws trying to catch his tail. You groan your failure, letting your head lull back to rest on Bucky’s shoulder; face turning to the side to catch his eyes.

“That’s a tiny, itsy-bitsy ball of fluff?”

“Oh, I can see that. What’s she doing here, doll?”

“I… couldn’t help myself?”

He shakes his head, turning back to watch the two cats as Alpine, eyes still closed, paws at the newcomer. The smile is still stretching his lips, and you hold in your breath waiting for his answer. When his teeth sink in his bottom lip and a chuckle rumbles against your back, you know you have won.

“What’s her name?”

You grab at his hand excitedly, pulling him with you towards the couch as you grin.

“I suck at names. Thought we could choose it together?”

You pick the tiny fluffball, turning to face Bucky as you scratch behind its ears. You watch in complete adoration as he brings his hand to play with her and she immediately traps his forefinger between her paws and proceeds to nip at the tip.

“She a feisty one, ain’t she?”

“Yep, knew she’d steal your heart.”

His blue eyes find yours for a fraction and you can read just how elated he is.

‘Oh yeah, fuck Steve and his “Another cat is an important addition. Are you ready for the responsibility?” ass.’

“How about Spunky?”

“Spunky?”

As you try the word on your tongue, the kitten stops her attack on Bucky’s finger and perks up, eliciting a chuckle from the both of you.

“I think she approves.” 

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Greedy - James B. Barnes

Author: theweirdymcweirderson

Characters: Reader, James B. Barnes

Relationships: Bucky Barnes×Reader

Word count: 354

Summary: Bucky really enjoys watching his girlfriend being pleasured. 

Warnings: Pet names, smut, 18+, Boyfriend!Bucky, fingering, oral sex, overstimulation. 

Notes: Tbh, I don’t know. 

He’s drinking in the sight of you, watching with rapt attention every single twitch of your face muscles; listening to every breathy sigh. Bucky has never been selfish, not until he’s met you and had you underneath him. Now he can’t help himself.

“Last one, you’re almost there.”

Your thighs are trembling and trying to squirm away from his touch is useless. He’s too strong anyway; the hand on your hips makes it impossible to move. He’s got you exactly where he wants you. How he wants you.

“Fuck. James, I can’t.”

Bucky shushes you gently; thumb moving from your oversensitive clit, as he keeps pushing his fingers inside of you. There’s so much slick he barely has to apply any pressure for your body to accommodate them.

“Yes, you can. Been so good for me, love, just one. C’mon.”

His voice is wrecked, he’s been between your legs ever since he walked through the door an hour ago. He needs one more and he knows you’ll give it to him.

You groan. There’s no way for you to close your legs with his huge shoulders between them, all you can do is lay there and take what he’s giving you. Your walls clench around his fingers at the thought and Bucky moans his approval.

You’re right on the edge and he knows it. His lips gently wrap around your bundle of nerves, and he doesn’t even have to suck for you to start spasming around his digits; hips coming up off the mattress. You don’t know if you’re trying to get away from his mouth or beg him to give you a little more.

Bucky rides your orgasm, tongue flattening against you as he lets you grind against him. He loves it when you’re a desperate mess; all inhibitions gone as you take what you need from him.

“Baby, please. Fuck!”

He leans back off of you when you stop squirming and clenching, gingerly pulling his fingers out. His eyes find yours and the look he gives you, lets you know that his previous words were a lie.

“Just one more, doll, please.”

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Some you win and some, well, you win. - James B. Barnes

Author: theweirdymcweirderson

Characters: Reader, James B. Barnes

Relationships: Bucky Barnes×Reader

Word count: 1206 (these are getting longer and longer, sorry) 

Summary: Bucky and the reader engage in some teasing games. 

Warnings: 18+, Pet names, Boyfriend!Bucky, explicit words, lead up to smut, teasing, Bucky Barnes’ fucking arm, light chocking I guess, kinda Dom!Bucky. That’s it I think, let me know if you fiind more.

Notes: You may wonder what this is, the answer to that is I don’t know :)

It’s written in a third person’s point of view, but it’s still reader insert, I guess. ‘*Name’ stand for (Y/n), sorry, I’m lazy :) 

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She watches as he moves from the counter to the fridge, entranced by the way his sweats shift following his movements, loving the way they cling to his thighs. She’s in absolute love with those thighs of betrayal of his.

She can’t help herself; she’s fucking starving and James Buchanan Barnes is a whole damn meal.

His metal arm pulls the fridge open, and she’s certain her cheeks are flushing red courtesy of the thoughts swirling in her head about that beautiful arm in general, and those thick fingers of his in particular. His hand resurfaces from behind the door with a water bottle and the panties she’s wearing dampen before he even brings it up to his lips.

Her eyes are glued to him as his pink tongue darts out for a quick swipe over those full lips of his before the neck of the bottle makes contact with them. She groans her appreciation and his cloudy blues find her; a small, smug smile spreading on his face as he purposefully lets a drop escape to trail down his chin and along his neck. 

She envisions her tongue slowly licking up that trail and in doing so, she clenches her thighs together, anything to get some friction and alleviate the ache. Bucky is full on grinning now as he lowers the bottle, there’s a teasing laugh that lights up his eyes and she wants nothing more than to walk over to him and kiss the smugness off his beautiful face. She doesn’t, though, because she already knows how this dance ends, and it’s a very happy ending.

James Buchanan Barnes is a fucking tease and she’s a sucker for the anticipation.

“Something you want, dollface?”

She shakes her head, smiles seductively at him and slides down in the armchair she’s sitting on, spreading her legs as she gets in a more comfortable position for their little game. His eyes dart down, and they darken, pupils dilating to leave a barely visible ring of the steely blue she loves so much. Bucky lets his eyes linger and then slowly brings them up, taking his sweet ass time in mapping her body.

There’s a filthy promise in Bucky’s eyes when they meet hers once more, and her heart skips a beat when he leans back against the counter. He’s not going to make the first move. Teasing, however, he’s going to do plenty of that.

His hand reaches for the fruit basket and he has the guts of winking her way as he grabs a banana. She chuckles with a shake of her head, he might be sexy as hell, but he is just as childish.

Bucky takes his time as he peels the fruit, eyes locked on hers, watching as her gaze follows his fingers; he knows her weaknesses and he plans on using each one of them to his advantage. As he brings the banana up to take his first bite, he makes it so that his movements deliberately pull his t-shirt up in the process, blessing her with a glimpse of his well-defined lower abdomen. That’s the only reason behind his sweats always hanging low on his hips.

She loves the glimpses and he loves how much she loves them.

The happy trail she hardly has a chance to see, is like a neon sign directing her to the jackpot. If she wasn’t so competitive, she’d already be sliding to her knees. Her tongue pokes out, wetting her parted lips before it settles against the corner of mouth, teasing him as much as it’s teasing her as their minds wander.

His right hand finds his cock and he readjusts himself, the way his nostrils flare and his bicep flexes with the twitch of his fingers, informs her of the effect her simple actions are having on him. She feels forever in debt to whoever invented muscle tees.

Bucky undresses her with his eyes, and his next bite is far more frustration ridden than the first.

When he switches hands, brings the metal one down to cup himself, she crumbles, breaks and melts right there under his gaze and he grins wolfishly. She gets up, sways her way to him and he licks his lips, traps the lower one under his teeth when she comes to stand in front of him.

The half-eaten banana is discarded on the counter behind him as he leans back on his hands, waiting for her next move. He fucking loves winning.

Her hand reaches up, thumb tracing his bottom lip, releasing it from his teeth while she cups his jaw. She stares until she gets her fill and then leans up to ghost her lips on his.

“Such a pretty fucking face. Just made to be sat on.”

He ducks down, feathers his lips along her cheekbones as he walks her back until he has her trapped against the island. Thigh slotting between hers, he brings his hands low on her hips, drags them tortuously up until they borrow under the t-shirt she has on; the shiver that runs through her is nothing compared to things he's going to do to her and yet, it does things to him.

Oh yeah, he really fucking loves winning.

“Too bad, dollface, 's already taken.”

She pouts briefly, and damn if he doesn’t love the little jut of her bottom lip, always begging to be sucked on. Then her hands are moving from where they have found their place around his midriff, gliding down his sides, until they reach his Adonis belt and pull on the elastic band of the stupid grey sweatpants she adores on him. She may complain about what a tease he is, but she’s just as bad.

“Anything I can do to convince you to make an exception, sarge?”

“Getting desperate for it, aren’t we?”

He nudges her nose with his, whispers the words against her lips; hands pulling her down to press on his thigh as he flexes his quad just to get that sharp intake of breath out of her.

“Don’t get cocky, Barnes, you may have won this round, but I’m gonna have you fucking begging next time.”

A chuckle rumbles up his chest, husky and deep, and she feels it reverberating against her chest as his eyes bore into hers, flames lighting his calming blues with dark intent. He pulls her sharply up until their hips connect and she can feel how hard his cock is for her; he smells the arousal pooling in her panties, hears the gush of wetness.

“Bold of you to threaten when you know who’s gonna be making the rules, *Name.”  

“Bold of you to assume I can’t take your worst, big boy.”

The sentence finishes in a rush of breath out of her parted lips as he easily hoists her up, metal arm around her waist as his flesh hand wraps around her throat. She loves his blatant displays of brute force, they tap in some primitive part of her brain and never fail to render her a speechless, needy mess for him.

“Gonna fuck that attitude right out of you, dollface.”

James Buchanan Barnes loves winning, and sometimes, when he gets like this, she really loves losing. 

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Bucky comes home after a mission

Author: theweirdymcweirderson

Characters: Reader, James B. Barnes

Relationships: Bucky Barnes×Reader

Word count: 653

Warnings: Soft!Bucky, Fluff, Pet Names.

Notes: I love soft Bucky, bye. Enjoy 😘

The clock around his wrist reads 2.21 AM, which is why he takes extra care in being as silent as possible when he unlocks the door and slips in. His eyes scan the living room out of habit, everything is dark and silent, and Bucky takes a deep breath and allows himself to calm down.

Your coat lays on the wooden bench that you insisted on buying, something about it bringing more warmth to the entrance. He let you think that he’d relented once you’d explained how you could sit on it to put shoes on and use it as storage at the same time. Truth was, he couldn’t find it in himself to say no to you.

He hopes you never find out about this particular weakness of his.

It does come in handy as he sits down to unlace his boots, his eyes falling on your discarded sneakers near the umbrella holder. They’re not left there out of laziness he can tell that much; it looks more out of a “fuck, I'm 0.5 seconds away from peeing myself.”. He chuckles at how much you hate using public restrooms.

Bucky heads for the fridge first; stomach loudly informing him that that is the best course of action to take. When he's away you always cook dinner for two in case he comes back during the night, and if he doesn't come back you have the leftovers for lunch the following day.

He’s stressed time and again that it isn't necessary, but you won't relent.  He smiles as he digs a fork through a meatball and scoops some creamy mashed potatoes over it; having a home cooked meal after missions is one of his favourite self-indulgences.

Everything is just as he left it. Bucky polishes the dish quickly enough, as per usual, and heads to your bedroom.

Your body looks so small curled underneath the sheets; Bucky smiles, because that’s his side of the bed you’re sleeping in. He strips his clothes and gently pulls the sheets back to climb behind you. You immediately press back against him, your sleep shorts tickling his thighs as he manoeuvres to squish his body as close as possible to yours.

“Buck, you’re back?”

The words are slurred, but Bucky understands you and hums, arms sneaking around your midriff. You shuffle in your sleep to help accommodate him, huffing softly as you turn around to face him; there’s a small frown on your face, but your eyes are still shut.

“Are you hurt? Everythin-kay?”

“Everyone’s good, doll. I’m fine.”

He swallows down a grunt when you bury yourself deeper in his embrace, pressing your face to his chest and bumping his collarbone. His cracked collarbone. It’s nothing serious, for him at least, he got a quick check up at the compound. There’s no need to worry you because he knows the bruises and his collarbone will be healed by morning.

“D’you eat?”

You push your arm underneath his, wrapping it around his torso; hand curling in a fist against his back. He loves it.

“Yes, thank you, dinner was real good.”

You hum your acknowledgement, and Bucky’s heart swells when you press your lips to his chest. It’s not really a kiss, you’re still too sleepy for that. You just squish your face against him, but you’ve done the gesture so many times before, that he knows what you’re trying to do.

“Go back to sleep now, doll.”

His lips press a lingering kiss to the crown of your head, and he feels the stress leaving his body as he tightens his hold on yours, grounding himself in the moment. His mind starts to clear for the first time since he’s left for the mission.

“Missed you, James.”

You seem to bury yourself even more into him, and Bucky shuts his eyes and regulates his breathing to match yours, letting your heartbeat slowly lull him to sleep. 

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Animals - Dean Winchester

Author: theweirdymcweirderson

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Impala

Relationships: Dean Winchester×Reader

Word count: 1537 (lyrics included)

Warnings: 18+ only. All this is very lightly described, but still, I’m adding it. Smut, Dirty Talk, Kissing, Hair Pulling, Biting, Language, Pet Names, Teasing, Oral (male receiving).

Prompt: 

Notes: I’m trying to get  back to writing and I’’m having major blocks, so please be nice. 😘😘 Enjoy.

I, I'm driving black on black Just got my license back I got this feeling in my veins this train is coming off the track I'll ask polite if the devil needs a ride Because the angel on my right ain't hanging out with me tonight I'm driving past your house while you were sneaking out I got the car door opened up so you can jump in on the run Your mom don't know that you were missing She'd be pissed if she could see the parts of you That I've been kissing Screamin'

Dean’s just left the motel after another fight with Sam. Spending the morning at the police station hadn’t been fun, but he’s used to it by now. Metallica is playing and he’s mouthing the words he knows by heart as he drives to her place. They’re bad for each other, they know that. And still, every time he’s in town, he calls and she answers.

She’s standing by the side of the road, making sure she’s out of the window’s range. Her parents would kill her if they knew she is still hanging out with John Winchester’s kid.

Dean spots her easily enough, rolls to a stop in front of the sidewalk and leans over the seat to open the door for her. She awakens the gentleman in him.

“Did ya miss me, sweetheart?”

A grin stretches across her mouth as she slips in Baby. She grabs his face, fingers gently sinking in the sides of his face and pulls him in for a kiss.

“Not as much as you’ve missed me, Dean-o.”

There’s some scruff littering his cheeks, she takes the time to caress them a couple of times; she likes it, it looks good on him.

“Let’s roll, shall we?”

No, we're never gonna quit Ain't nothing wrong with it Just acting like we're animals No, no matter where we go 'Cause everybody knows We're just a couple of animals

So come on baby, get in Get in, just get in Check out the trouble we're in

They’re in a club and it’s packed. Booze flowing copiously and hands wandering freely; Dean’s arm is around her waist as she sways to the beat of the song.

“C’mon, let’s dance, babe.”

She spins around, her fingers dance across his forearm to reach his hand and she tries to pull him off the seat. She fails, as always. Dean Winchester doesn’t dance, and if he did, it wouldn’t be to that song blasting through the speakers.  

“Yeah, not happening, sweetheart.”

Her eyes look darker as she steps closer to him, places herself between his parted thighs and pleadingly whispers a breathy ‘please’ in his ear. He doesn’t budge.

She shrugs her shoulders and grabs his chin between her thumb and forefinger. There’s a mischievous smirk playing on her lips when she pulls back, a complete opposite to the sweet peck she’s just planted on the corner of his mouth.

They’re not together, never been. Not officially. He still grows possessive whenever someone tries something with her, and she gets insanely jealous of everyone that flirts with him. It’s toxic. They know, and yet they don’t care.

As he watches her walk to the dance floor, he already knows someone is going to end up with a broken nose and he’s going to end up with bloody fists by the end of the night. She licks her lips and her arms rise up; she has the audacity of sending him a cheeky wink and a wave before she turns around and weaves her body through the throng of people.

You're beside me on the seat Got your hand between my knees And you control how fast we go by just how hard you wanna squeeze It's hard to steer when you're breathing in my ear But I got both hands on the wheel while you got both hands on my gears By now, no doubt that we were heading south I guess nobody ever taught her not to speak with a full mouth 'Cause this was it, like flicking on a switch It felt so good I almost drove into the ditch I'm screamin'

Adrenaline is pumping through their veins; they’re scrambling to leave before the cops show up.

The Impala purrs to life as they make a hasty escape; she slides across the seat and presses her front to his side. She’s warm and Dean can’t stop himself from looking down to where her hands are slowly creeping up his leg.

“Find some place to park. Don’t think I can wait much longer.”

Her hand is now on his bulge, pressing and palming as she breathes the words; her breath fanning across his neck and sending shivers down his spine.

“I’m trying to think. You’re making t-things harder.”

“I can tell. You really did miss me, huh?”

Dean curses under his breath and he feels the smile on her lips when they press to his neck; his eyes are focused on the road and he tries with all his might to keep them there while she unbuttons his jeans and rolls down the zipper. They pass the mall’s parking lot, and right as he’s about to make a detour, she moves downs.

“Fucking hell, warn a guy, would ya?”

No, we're never gonna quit Ain't nothing wrong with it Just acting like we're animals No, no matter where we go 'Cause everybody knows We're just a couple of animals

So come on baby, get in Get in, just get in Look at the trouble we're in

She laughs around him and he glances down at her, a grin on his face.

“Whatcha laughing about? Almost got us killed.”

He’s silenced quickly when she wraps her lips around his dick and sucks, killing any more remarks and eliciting a groan from him. His right hand finds the back of her head, letting her know she has to slow down if she wants him to keep some semblance of control.

He parks near the train station when she does the exact opposite, running her tongue along his shaft and then sucking on the tip. Killing the engine, he pulls her up and presses a demanding kiss to her lips; his fingers tangling in her hair as they lose themselves in each other.

We were parked out by the tracks We're sitting in the back And we just started getting busy When she whispered what was that The wind, I think 'cause no one else knows where we are And that was when she started screamin' That's my dad outside the car Oh please, the keys, they're not in the ignition Must have wound up on the floor while We were switching our positions I guess they knew that she was missing As I tried to tell her dad it was her mouth that I was kissing Screamin'

It’s frustrating to try and get his shirts off, so she settles for pushing her hands underneath them, scratching along the expanse of his abs as he manoeuvres her to straddle his lap. The steering wheel is constricting their movements, and she huffs her disdain, biting on his bottom lip in retaliation. Dean chuckles.

“I want your fingers, please, Dean.”

He hums, not wanting to detach her lips from his, and brings his hand down. Being the tease that he is, he takes the time to caress and grope his way to the actual destination. Her hand finds his hair and she informs him of her disapproval by pulling on the strands.

“Patience is a virtue, ya know?”

Skirts is what she always wears when they have to meet, easy access and little hassle. Dean pushes his hand under the folds of the red skater skirt, and she grunts something as she presses her core against him.

“Did you hear that?”

Dean finds it hard to focus on anything else that isn’t her body on his lap, so he shakes his head noncommittally while his fingers work to move her panties to the side.

“Wait, stop. I think someone is out there.”

They barely have time to fix their clothes, before her father’s voice growls at her to get her ass out of the car.

Dean unlocks the motel door and rolls his eyes when he finds Sam staring at him. He’d hoped to find him asleep.

“Dude, what the hell happened to you?”

The younger Winchester only receives a grunt in answer, which he interprets as his brother probably pissing someone off.

With a heavy, disappointed sigh, Dean throws his tired body on the mattress. Being threatened with a shotgun was not how he’d pictured their encounter going when he’d picked her up. His phone pings, alerting him of a new text message.

-I’m choosing the spot next time, xoxo.

No, we're never gonna quit Ain't nothing wrong with it Just acting like we're animals No, no matter where we go 'Cause everybody knows We're just a couple of animals

So come on baby, get in We're just a couple of animals Get in, just get in Ain't nothing wrong with it Check out the trouble we're in We're just a couple of animals Get in, just get in.

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Wondering thoughts and sleepless nights - James B. Barnes

Author: theweirdymcweirderson

Characters: Reader, James B. Barnes

Relationships: Bucky Barnes×Reader

Word count: 849

Summary: The reader can’t fall asleep due to memories of her relationship with Bucky, and he seems to be having the same problem.

Warnings: Pet Names, smut (tiny bit), kissing, little angst? fluff, open ending, 18+, break up aftermath, Boyfriend!Bucky.. 

It’s midnight when you finally turn off the lights. The covers are quickly pulled up, as you shield yourself from the chill of the night. It’s weird how you’d gotten used to sleeping with a light blanket and now you need a comforter and two thick throw blankets to warm yourself up. Feet always clad in thick winter socks.

You close your eyes and try, just like you have been doing every night for the past month. Every night since Bucky’s been gone.

During the day everything is easier, you’re so busy you barely have time to think; you barely have time to remember. But night-time is a completely different thing. As soon as your head hits the pillows, the memories storm back in to torment you.

Sometimes it’s as if he was still there; it’s impossible to get his smell off of your sheets. Lord knows you’ve tried. Tomorrow you’ll have to head out and buy a new set, maybe that’ll help a little.

The light filtering through the blinds, and the dark curtains you spent three hours shopping for, remind you of his first week staying over.

He’d lost it on the 4th day.

“How can you sleep like that? Let’s go buy some curtains, pleeease? C’mon, I don’t wanna go by myself.”

He’d held your hand the whole day, pulling on it to plant random kisses on your chuckling lips or to bury his face in your hair and whisper his cheeky jokes. You miss his laughter; miss the crinkles around his eyes.

You push the covers off your face, turning to lay on your back, blankly staring up at the ceiling.

He’s whispering in your ear; your head is resting in the crook of his arm, using his bicep as a pillow while his hand plays with your messy curls.

“I bet Mrs. Williams is going to give us the look again.”

He chuckles and looks down at you, happy to catch the way you scrunch your nose as the mortification spreads through your body. You don’t dare look at him; you know he’ll make fun of you for how loud you screamed when he popped out from behind the door and scared you. Your eyes are focused on the crack in the ceiling, which seems to amuse him even more.

“You’re too cute for your own good. Love that lil’ nose scrunch.”

His unoccupied hand finds your face, fingers gently squishing your cheeks as he turns you towards him and places the softest of pecks on the tip of your nose.

You don’t want to admit it, but your body craves the warmth that he used to radiate; misses the weight of his arm around your torso and the tickles of his breath hitting the back of your neck. You sigh and turn again, hoping for sleep to claim you before your mind starts reminiscing too much.

Your fingers are tangled in his brunette locks, lips parted as you try to pull in some gulps of oxygen. His eyes are locked on yours, breath fanning on your face and hands clutching you close. You’re both racing towards that precipice and you let your eyes slip closed when his fingers reach down between your moving bodies.

“Fuck. Open those pretty eyes for me, doll.”

His movements are slowing to make sure he hits the spot right on, and you follow his request as a grunt tears through your throat. Your muscles clench down on him and he moans your name. A soft, breathless word on his kiss-swollen lips. You fall over and pull him down with you.

You close your eyes, accepting the bittersweet memories and your resolve’s defeat.

“Yeah right, over him my ass.”

Covers discarded to the side, you shuffle your feet to the kitchen, grabbing your fluffy Simba blanket on your way out and wrapping it around your shoulders.

You silently gaze out of the semi closed window as you occupy your mind while the water is boiling. A couple of books have been waiting for you, and you decide on which one to start as you prepare your cup of tea.

It’s eerie calm as you try to focus on the words; you’re on the third page but your mind hasn’t registered a single one. The tea is turning cold on the coffee table, but at least the scent is comforting.

A knock on the door pulls you out of your thoughts; you glance at the clock on the wall. It’s almost 1 AM. You get up and quickly glimpse at your reflection in the mirror by the bookcase; sweatpants and sweatshirt are presentable enough given the hour. You walk to the door and pull it open.

He’s standing there with a paper-bag in his hand. Something tells you it contains some of your favourite pastries.

“Guess I’m not the only one who can’t sleep, huh?”

“Yeah…”

You can’t really think of anything else to say. He looks just as good as he always did; dark-wash jeans coupled with a grey shirt under his signature leather jacket.

“Can I come in, doll?” 

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