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      100° ; bucky barnes

SUMMARY || when your a/c craps out on the hottest day of the year, your dad suggests you ask bucky to look at it.

PAIRING || dadsbestfriend!bucky x f!reader

WORD COUNT || 3,330 words

WARNINGS || significant + undefined age-gap [reader in her mid 20’s & bucky in late 30’s], metal arm kink, innuendos, pet-name [kid, gumdrop, pretty girl, sweetheart, sweetie], dumbification [big girl words], lots of teasing, authority kink, talk of masturbation, size kink, kitchen sex, bucky is too big [makes it fit], bulge kink [bucky is in readers tummy], squirting, unprotected sex, bucky finishes on his own chest, fingering, multiple orgasms, bucky makes reader ride his fingers, talk of subspace [+ aftercare], showering with bucky — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

NOTES || inspired by me being hot & and a slut <<3 also thank you to @firefly-graphics for the dividers! they’re the best, everyone go check them out!!

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hi el! what is dadsbestfriend!bucky is your boss at your new job? he openly praises, and you try to hide how much you like it, but he loves to make you squirm?

⟶ boss • dadsbestfriend!bucky

word count || ~ 1,000 words

warnings || heavy praise kink, breeding kink, heavy & undefined age gap [reader is mid-20’s, bucky is late 30’s], talk of imposter syndrome [brief], sweet & fluffy bucky, bucky reassures reader, slight mocking & degradation, pet-name [gumdrop], unprotected sex, leather kink [brief], fingering, denied orgasm, ass-slapping/grabbing, bucky finishes in reader, cum-play — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes || so i miss dadsbestfriend!bucky a lot

“Hey Bucky, I have the photocopy’s you made. Oh and I think Margaret said that your 3pm got moved to 4pm, but it’s just up the street at Bluefin.” You finally exhaled after plopping the sheets on Bucky’s desk.

He looked at you, chuckling as he pushes away from his desk and stood up.

“Hey, gumdrop?” He asked, a fluttery feeling in your chest as you hummed with eager eyes.

“How many times have I had to remind you that you’re not my secretary?” You dropped your head, you felt a little embarrassed, but you just loved being able to work with Bucky—even if it was for him.

“You’re my head of communications, yeah? That means I want you to focus on your job. You didn’t get all those degrees to run back and forth from the photocopier.”

His words made you feel...important. Effectively kicking your imposter syndrome out the door and filling you with confidence.

He lifted your chin with a gloved metal finger, “and you’re doin’ a fantastic job.”

You signed, smiling, “thanks Buck, I needed to hear that.”

He hummed in return, wrapping his arms around you before you were melting into his touch. Bucky smelled like clean linen, a hint of leather, and oak.

It made things feel alright.

“Anytime, gumdrop.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head before you’re growing apart no standing on your own.

The rest of the day seemed to go by both rather slowly but all too fast and the sun had began setting over the skyscrapers that was New York City.

“C’mere, gumdrop.” Bucky whispered, pulling you into his office as you squeaked and let out a laugh before you were pressed against his office door.

Fucking your boss was one thing, but fucking your boss who also happened to be your dad’s best friend? Well, that was part of the thrill.

“Ever since you came in my office this mornin’, I haven’t been able to stop thinkin’ of takin’ you against these big windows,” he purrs in your ear before you feel a leather gloved crawl up your thigh and grip your ass.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He then asks, “I think you deserve too, you know that, gumdrop?”

That damn nickname sends another shiver rolling throughout your body.

“Really?” Your breath hiccups, stuttering and catching in your throat.

“Really, gumdrop. You’ve been workin’ so hard for me. ‘M really proud of you.” Your praise kink activates, a mewl falling from your lips.

“Now can you continue bein’ a good girl and go stand in front of the windows?” He asks and you nod your head, slowly moving your legs until you were stood looking over the city.

“Love when you wear dresses to work,” he hums, biting his lip as he flips it up and over your waist.

“Feel what you’ve done to me?” His hands are on your hips as he pulls your ass against his crotch—cock hard.

You let a moan slip, feeling your panties being moved to the side before a cool leather finger is sliding through your folds.

“Hmm, so this is what praise does to you, gumdrop.” He chuckles deeply as he finds that sensitive bundle of nerves and begins to toy with it.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet, bet I could just,” his fingers are now inside of you, “slip right in.”

There was nothing to grip onto, just clean, smooth glass under your palms as Bucky slowly fucked you with gloves fingers.

“Mmm, not yet,” he removes his fingers, a whine passing through your chest at the orgasm denial.

“Oh hush, you’re ‘bout to get my cock, gumdrop,” he smacks your ass lightly, a shock running through you before you’re being stretched by him.

He fits so nicely, snug and tight as you squeeze him and keep him warm.

Bucky grunts, wrapping his arms around you to keep you steady as his hips gyrate against yours.

“That’s a good girl, takin’ my cock so fuckin’ well. And right here, in my office,” he nips at your earlobe as his voice rumbles.

“Such a good, but filthy girl,” he snaps harshly with his hips and you aren’t sure how much longer you can keep standing before your knees go out from pleasure.

“Bucky,” you moan, gripping onto his biceps as you throw your head back against his shoulder.

“I know, gumdrop, I know. You can cum, you don’t have to hold back for me.” He whispers gently, finding your clit again which throws you over the edge.

You’re waiting for Bucky to finish inside of you, filling you up and suddenly you’re craving it.

“C’mon Buck,” you’re breathless, “fill me up.”

It’s all it takes before he’s stuttering and grunting as he spills inside of you.

He’s panting, catching his breath before slowly slipping out of you and making sure to snap your panties back into place.

“There we go, wouldn’t want any of it to go to waste,” he smirks, already feeling your panties dampen with his leaking cum.

It’s a good day at the office when you get to fuck your boss.

Method Acting P11 🎥 Frat!Steve x Reader

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a day in the life of our beloved beryl. a plan in motion.

content warning: slight angst, and that’s pretty much it!

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well taken care of 

bestfriendsdad!steve x female reader

word count - 2565

summary - if there’s one thing harder than hiding the fact you’re nervous around your best friends dad, it’s hiding the fact that you’re fucking him

warnings- smut! unidentified age gap (reader is in 20s and steve is in late 30s), making out, oral female receiving, steve has a dirty mouth, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy!) steve finishes inside reader, reader telling steve to finish inside, mild praise kink, size kink, “fullness kink”, corruption kink if you squint hard enough 

as always, minors dni, 18+ only, you do not have permission to copy/use any of my work!

a/n- went camping last week, this is where my mind is at

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Ma'am I had this idea. Outrageous but I did😂😂. Dark! Colin Shea. Can u imagine. Him acting all friendly but his intentions r not so good. So I can't sleep now. Yay😂😂

Heyy! So another movie I haven’t seen 🤭 But it’s basically like a Neighbor AU situation, right?

I’m going to try something, I guess 😂

safe hands

colin shea x reader

warnings: smut! dark fic! noncon! drunk reader, innocent reader, stalking, obsession, loss of virginity, dark!colin, not proofread  

wc: 1606

a/n: not me writing for characters i dont even know... @jack-skellingtons-stuff hope ur sleepin well now sdkskskkd

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So Colin...

Probably a boy next door

Like literally. You just moved and he’s your next-door neighbor.

So, imagine you... A young pretty little thing that’s fresh out of college and is looking for a job but you’re just this awkward little ball of sunshine that keeps messing everything up.

You never even go out of your apartment unless it’s for an interview, even then, you so dread those stuff.

“You’re a freaking adult now! Why can’t you just act normal and do adult... stuff?!” You would chide yourself in front of a mirror, groaning in desperation at your lack of... experience? Like workwise.

Hey, there are people working from home. Maybe you can do that?

And you did. And you actually found one which is great for your adulthood but not great for you because you never go out of your apartment anymore. At all.

That’s when Colin comes in.

He was there when you moved in, expecting you to greet him like every girl who sees him. He really gets em easily. I mean... look at him.

So he watched you as you brought boxes in which there was not much. There were like 3 boxes, maybe 5 but not more. He watched you with amusement as you were too busy grunting at the boxes, missing his nude form by his door, only a small towel to cover himself.

He takes a bite of his apple, obnoxiously chewing to catch your reaction but he was met with a slam of your door.

Since then, he has become fond of you.

He’d watch you as you went in and out of your apartment in those cute little skirts and wonderful blouses and every time, it’s a sight for him.

He eventually found out that you’re going to job interviews and he found himself following you and witnessing some of those awkward interviews and he finds himself growing more fond of you. Even got himself thinking that he might actually like you... Is that even possible? He’s Colin Shea. He doesn’t settle down.

But for you, he might.

He saw how you would block everything out and he listened to your late-night talks with yourself and he can’t help but think about how adorable you are. How helpless you are. Something ignited in him and all he wants to do now is be there for you. Protect you. Take care of you.

Imagine his reaction when you’re no longer getting out of your apartment.

So he finally decides to meet you. Or for you to meet him. He knows so much about you already but he won’t say that to you.

A knock forces you away from your laptop. You open the door to find a man staring down at you with a friendly smile.

“Umm, hi? D-did I, Was I making any noise or something?” Your stuttering would make Colin’s heart leap out of his chest and the way you're dressed down with shorts and a huge sweater only made his heart swell even more.

“Uh hi! I’m Colin! I’m your neighbor! I uh... Was going to ask a favor, if that’s alright?” He smiles shyly at you.

“Um, yeah! What’s up?” You smile awkwardly, silently praying for him to leave already. Not that he was annoying. You were just not used to this... And besides, you’re doing work.

“I locked myself out of my apartment and I tried talking to the office but I guess they’re already out. I mean it’s pretty late.” He looks down at his wristwatch before looking at you with a hopeful smile making your heart beat faster. Not because of his boyish cute smile but because the idea of a stranger being with you just doesn’t sit right.

But it would be more awkward to deny him now, would it?

“It’ll be as if I wasn’t here. I promise. Just need somewhere to spend the night. I mean I can sleep by my door but that would be--” 

“Y-yeah, I guess you can stay for a while.” You give him a small smile which Colin found extremely adorable which then made him grin. A grin that soon fell when he took a look around your apartment.

He watches as you make your way back to your laptop, quickly getting back into your zone. His heart falls at the sight. Is that what you’ve been doing the whole day?

“Have you eaten?” He finds himself asking, not being able to resist.

He watches your face contort into confusion and he would’ve awed at the sight but your reply made him somewhat angry.

“I guess not... Did you want anything?” You pull yourself away from your laptop once more and Colin didn’t know if he liked the idea of you preparing his food but nothing for yourself. 

What a sweet girl...

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll order take-out!” Colin cheered before pulling out his phone, wiggling his eyebrows at your shocked expression.

That’s how you find yourself eating pizza while watching some show on the telly.

Then those nights became a thing.

Colin would often visit you, making sure that you eat and take a break from work because he said that you tend to overwork yourself.

“You’re not my mom!” You’d playfully slap his chest.

“Well, I might as well be!” He’ll take your wrist before dragging you towards your bed and forcing you to watch another batch of comedy shows.

He’d be laughing at the show so much that you find yourself laughing as well. 

You would no longer feel so stressed.

But then things went badly. 

The company you were working for decided to let some employees go and unfortunately, those who work from home weren’t as important as those who work in the office.

You cried in Colin’s arms that night.

Colin did feel sorry for you. But maybe it’s for the best. Even the universe thinks you shouldn’t be working like that. He’s there to take care of you. You would no longer have to stress yourself out to live.

He’ll make sure to take good care of you.

Then the drinks came up.

One bottle of beer. Then two. Then three.

Honestly, you lost count.

Colin didn’t. He didn’t drink any.

He’d watch you with a smile as you’re sad and brooding aura turned into a giggly one.

“I’m sleepy...” You would mutter, head falling down Colin’s shoulder and he would embrace you happily, stroking the side of your face gently.

He’ll smile at the way you would squeal when he carries you to your bed.

“You enjoy being relaxed, babe?” He asks, taking your socks off. Then your shorts and shirt that went unnoticed by you.

“Too hot!” You’d fan yourself with your hand which Colin would take. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” He’ll press a kiss on your forehead that’ll make you giggle.

Colin would watch your naked body, touch your warm skin with patience.

“So beautiful... And all for me, right?” He presses a kiss on your lips and you nod at whatever it is he’s saying.

He’ll easily play your body, making you and himself feel good. His fingers would play with your clit while his mouth laps on your nipples, taking turns from left and right.

He’d bask at the sound of your moans and whimpers that went straight to his hardening cock.

He’ll only stop when you’re drunkenly begging for more which he happily gives.

His hard cock would be poking your entrance and as he pushes in slowly, your eyes would widen, suddenly not so drunk anymore.

“Colin?” Your frightened voice alerts Colin and he would shush you with a kiss.

“Don’t worry about it, baby. I got you... I got you...” He whispers before pushing in, swallowing your cries with lustful kisses.

“God!” He moans when he’s fully seethed in, your walls hugging his cock. He stays there for a while, listening to your heavy breathing and slightly feeling guilty at your cries.

“Ahh...” You cry out when he slowly pulls out. He’d kiss your tears away before slowly pushing back in, pulling your body closer to his in a hug, whispering promises about feeling better soon.

And you did.

Your cries turned into moans which motivated Colin to thrust faster yet still careful to not hurt you. He didn’t even have to ask because when he looked down at his cock, he saw little blood, and his jaw clenched, feeling some sort of remorse.

“You’re doing good, You’re so good to me.” He whispers before resuming his thrusts. He’d dwell at the sound of your pleasured moans and his hand would find its way down your clit, fingers playing with the nub until your body was shaking violently underneath him.

“You gonna cum? Cum for me, baby... You’re good. You’re safe...” He grunts at how your walls are tightening around him. You whimper before curling against his body, unknowingly pulling his body closer to yours. 

He shivers before cumming as well, his seeds filling your hole, making you drip with his cum. He places a loving kiss on your forehead before pulling out.

The mixture of blood and his cum makes him get a cloth before gently cleaning you up, being extra careful when he wiped at your core.

He cleans himself up before lying back beside you. He presses a kiss on the side of your head, your nose, and then your lips.

“I’ll take care of you. You don’t have to worry about anything anymore...” He places a hand on your stomach before smiling and pulling the covers over the both of you.

You’re in safe hands.

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a/n: see i dont think i should write for these guys (from movies i haven’t watched/too lazy to watch) because im probs messing up a lot skskks anyway hope y’all think this one is alright! also im a sucker for innocent reader jcnavn

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𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒂𝒘𝒏 (𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏)

summary ─ “not yet,” he whispered. “i jus’ wanna keep on kissin’ you.”

pairing ─ fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, light fluff, angst, kissing, riding, crying, emotinal sex, shall we call it love making???, unprotected sex, nothing extreme in this one folks, this is the real goodbye sex believe

a/n ─ hi. i'm back with yet another fb bucky fic :) i feel like i fucked up a bit towards the end but.... lmao hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank youuu <333

previous part ─ trilogy masterlist

It was the graduation day when he popped out from his hiding place.

It had been weeks since the last time you saw Bucky. You knew he dropped you off to your apartment, your roommate was kind enough to tell you because he had to ring the bell. You saw your call history on your phone and knew you called Bucky. You talked on the phone for almost forty minutes. You didn’t remember what you talked about, though, and that was what you’d like to ask him, but you haven’t seen him ever since that night.

So, when your doorbell rang as you were getting ready for the day, you didn’t expect to find him standing at your doorstep.

“Hi,” he whispered. He had a tired smile on his face; his eyes looked haunted and it seemed like he lost weight. You frowned.

“Hey,” you whispered back. Your eyes were seizing his body up and down, worry etched on your face. “Are you okay?” You couldn’t help but ask. He sniffed lightly and nodded. It was a hesitant nod, and you picked up on it immediately. “Bucky…” you said. He waved a dismissive hand on the air.

“It’s fine,” he murmured. “Couldn’t sleep lately, that’s it.” You frowned but didn’t say anything. Opening the door a little more, you invited him inside. He smiled as he stepped through the threshold. “I was, um, wondering how you’re doing since, uh, you know, that night.”

“Oh,” you breathed. “I’m fine.” You slowly moved your head back and forth. Chewing on your lip, you decided to out with it. “I saw that I called you that night from my call history,” you started. “I don’t remember what we talked about, though.” You watched Bucky as his face went from shocked to relieved to sad. It was an interesting transition, you thought. “I was hoping you could tell me, actually.”

He let out a laugh, it sounded forced. “Oh, um, it was nothing important, really,” he said, shrugging. “You talked about how you hated the taste of beer, and said that you can’t understand why people like vodka.” He smiled.

“For forty minutes?” You asked, eyebrows high on your forehead. He nodded. “Damn.” You would talk about those things, and if you did talk about them for forty minutes, then it was too normal for you to now remember anything because you must have been drunk as fuck. You chuckled. “Here I was worrying myself to sickness because I made a dumb out of myself.” Bucky chuckled lightly with you.

“No, you didn’t,” he said. “You were totally right.” You rolled your eyes.

“Sure, Barnes,” you grunted. Bucky chuckled again. A silence fell between you two, but it wasn’t disturbing. Instead, it was peaceful, and you smiled when you realized you somehow missed his presence being next to you.

“You’re gonna look beautiful,” Bucky said after a short while, and you made a questioning hum. He pointed at your dress for the graduation day. “It’s gonna look amazing on you.” You felt your cheeks burn as you smiled and ducked your head.

“Thanks,” you murmured. Bucky’s lips curled up at your reaction, his stomach suddenly flipping over. He silently cleared his throat. “I’ll, um,” you started, biting your lips for a second before you continued. “I’ll see you at the graduation?” You asked. Sniffing a little, Bucky nodded.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m gonna be there. I’m graduating, too, y’know,” he added. You let out a short chuckle, and he rolled his eyes, but both of you were joking. So, it didn’t take you too long to start laughing.

“It’s good to know that you were studying while parading around,” you murmured with a grin on your face. Bucky blushed. He might have been fucking around, yes, but he did study to his exams, thank you very much.

“Well, I gotta pay my loans somehow, right?” He sent you a wink and grinned back at you. You shook your head fondly.

You hated for making you fall in love with him, breaking your heart and using you, but you knew you were going to miss him like crazy after today. You didn’t know his plans after school─ actually, you didn’t know anything about him and his life. You didn’t know about his future plans, about his parents, siblings if he had any, or what he liked to do on his free time. He was a blank page; the only thing you knew, however, was what he liked in bed and how he acted when he was angry, and that was it. You frowned slightly.

“Hey─” You heard him and felt his large, warm hand holding your wrist gently. “Where did you go?” He asked, his voice soft and eyes concerned. It was a new look on him; not unwelcomed but unexpected. You never saw him worrying over you, or showing his emotions so openly to you before.

You chewed on your lip, debating on telling the truth. Looking at his beautiful, blue eyes, seeing the slight vulnerability in them, you said ‘fuck it’ to yourself in your mind. “I’m gonna miss you,” you blurted. “After today, I mean. I’m gonna miss seeing you around.”

His eyes changed. Their color looked brighter, they widened, and you saw some tears gathering in them. You felt your heart beating in your throat as you watched him shedding a tear.

“I’m gonna miss you, too,” he whispered. He sounded so broken, so raw, you wanted to hug him and tell him that you weren’t going to leave him. “I’m gonna miss hearing your bitching about random things,” he added. You snorted. You rolled your eyes and snorted again.

“You─” You started but stopped to huff some when you heard him snickering. “You idiot.” Bucky laughed. His whole face lightened up as he threw his head back and laughed. You should have felt insulted because he was laughing at you, but he looked so happy, and you just couldn’t. You huffed a bit more. “I’m not gonna miss your dumb ass, Barnes,” you muttered. He giggled.

“C’mon,” he said. “You love my dumb ass.” He froze, thinking he fucked up, but your soft chuckle relaxed him.

“It is a nice ass,” you murmured. Bucky watched a large grin spread on your face with sparkling eyes. He chuckled, a soft blush sitting high on his cheekbones. You just grinned at him cheekily. You were so beautiful, so gorgeous, Bucky couldn’t believe he got the chance to have you in his life in a fucked up but good way. He wished so badly that he could take all the shitty things he did to you, but he knew it was too late.

He cleared his throat. He should leave, he thought, but before he could reach for the door, he felt your hand closing around the collar of his t-shirt, and he was yanked forward.

Your lips collided; soft and slick ones against the chapped and slightly cold ones. Bucky gasped as he shivered and gave into your kiss. His lips were the cold ones, so he let you warm them. He let you stroke, kiss and lick them, and in return, he swallowed all the whimpers and breathy little moans you released into his mouth.

“Baby,” Bucky panted as he pulled back slightly. One of his hands found its place on your cheek, cradling it gently. His thumb was stroking your cheekbones, touching your eye and caressing your slick lips.

“Please,” you whispered. “I─ Please, James, I-I need you, please.” You looked into his eyes with tears blurring your vision. You heard the small hitch in his breath, watched him grimacing with pain and then, he leaned in for another kiss.

Moaning in unison, you grabbed at him. You felt his arms wrapping around your waist, and he pushed you against the wall, caging you against it with his body. You whimpered. You missed having his body this close you, missed feeling his lips teasing yours and missed letting him kiss you all over.

“Mmmm,” Bucky hummed deeply as he nibbled on your neck gently. He was being careful about leaving marks since there was a graduation you had to go through, but you didn’t care. He could give you hickeys, and you’d cover them up with make-up. The only thing you cared, however, was to have him inside of you. You’ve gone without him for too long.

“Bucky…” You whispered. You heard him hum again. Your hand grabbed his hair, pulling a little, you whined lowly. “Bucky…” He hummed louder. You huffed. His teeth were worrying a flesh in his mouth, sucking and licking over it. Every puff of his breath was making the small hairs on your body to rise, making you shudder violently in his arms. “Sir…” You finally whimpered, and Bucky bit you hard.

“Yeah, love?” He asked. “What is it?” He kissed the place he bit. “Tell me.” You wiggled and exposed your throat to him even more. Humming approvingly, he placed kisses all over. “Come on, baby, tell me what you want, hm?”

“Take me to bed, please,” you whispered. “I missed you, missed having you in me, please.” You looked at him through your lashes. His eyes went dark, pupils dilating, Bucky let out a soft growl.

“That so, baby?” He murmured. You nodded. Your eyes still had some tears in them, and you felt one of them running down. Bucky’s face crumpled immediately; expression softening, he leaned in to kiss the tear away. You only held onto him tighter. “A’right,” he whispered. “Hang on tight, lil’ koala.” You smiled at the name but did as he said.

He kept peppering kisses on your face as he walked towards your bedroom and was gentle when he laid you down on your bed. He was standing between your legs, elbows supporting his weight, when he leaned in for another kiss.

This one feels a bit different, you thought. Your eyes were closed and hands were in his hair. He kissed you gently, softly even. The way he cradled your cheek in his palm was loving, and you felt new tears stinging. It was chaste, this kiss. Neither of you included tongue in it; it was only lips, your hands on each other’s faces and the intimacy.

Slowly, both of you got rid of your clothes. First, it was your t-shirt on the ground with your bra and then his t-shirt joined them, and then came out your shorts and his jeans. He let your panties and his boxers on, though. When you made a questioning hum, Bucky just smiled.

“Not yet,” he whispered. “I jus’ wanna keep on kissin’ you,” he added. You hummed happily. As much as you wanted him in you, you were definitely okay with more kissing.

─

Bucky probably should have walked away after he saw that you were doing fine. Hell, maybe he shouldn’t have come to check up on you. He was going to see you at the graduation, he could have waited for couple more hours, but he was scared that he might have missed you during the chaos and never saw you again.

He had to say proper goodbye this time.

He didn’t think you’d start things, though. It was always him who started these sort of things; it always him who kissed you first, who begged you to give in and tried to convince you to take you to the bed. Roles were reversed, today. You took the first step.

Bucky should have stopped this after the kiss. He should have pulled back. He should have thanked you, murmured his goodbye and wished you success and love in life. Instead, he kept kissing you.

This would be the last time he’d be taking you, though, he thought. After that, you were off to God knows where. He wasn’t even sure if he’d ever see you again. So, he gave in.

Kissing you and feeling you against his body were the best feeling he had ever experienced in this world, he was sure of it. Having your hands pulling on his hair, nails digging into the muscles of his back and being able to swallow your moans and whimpers into his kiss were the things he would always remember. He was going to remember the way you whined his name so prettily, the way you moaned breathily when he made you come… Bucky was going to miss these, was probably going to yearn these, but he knew he had to say goodbye.

He was no good to you. He only hurt you, made you cry. He did not deserve you.

Bucky knew that he was never going to be worthy of your love. He was too much of an asshole for that. He was going to have a very little piece from it while he could, though.

“Bucky…” You breathed. Your eyes were closed, and your face was peaceful. Bucky smiled. Kissing your cheeks, he nipped on your jaw lightly.

“Yeah, baby?” He murmured. He felt you wiggle under him.

“Wanna feel you,” you whispered. “Please? We don’t have much time, I wanna feel you.” Bucky held back a sigh. You were right; you did not have much time, and Bucky suddenly wanted to ditch the graduation and stay here with you in your bed.

“Alright, love,” he whispered back. “Okay, sssh.”

His fingers found the hem of your panties, and Bucky was gentle as he stripped you free of them. He slid off his own boxers, briefly straightening up to chuck them on the ground, he grabbed his wallet to dig out a condom.

You grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

“No,” you whispered. “Can we not use it? I wanna feel you.” Bucky swallowed harshly. You wanting to feel him, wanting him to be bare in you… He was going to be pissed if this was one of those dreams.

“We don’t wanna have a baby, right now,” Bucky murmured, trying to joke a little. “We’re barely adults.” You smiled as you patted his cheeks. Bucky realized your smile looked sad. Blinking, he tried to ignore it.

“I started taking the pill again,” you said. “Just wanna feel you, come on.” Bucky nodded. He could feel his body shaking lightly; nervousness and excitement mixing with his lust. He nodded again. Pressing a kiss on your forehead, he dropped the wallet.

You pulled him into a kiss as Bucky grabbed his cock and lined it up. He greedily swallowed all the moans you released while he slid into your wetness smoothly.

“Fuck,” he moaned loudly.

The exquisite feeling of your wet and warm walls around his hard cock felt so fucking good that Bucky felt like he was about to come. It was such an intense feeling, Bucky suddenly hated the existence of the condoms. It served for an understandable reason, but it also deprived him from a sensation like this one.

“Hmm,” you mewled. “Sir, fuck, you feel so good,” you panted, then. Bucky grunted.

You should have done this before, Bucky thought, he should have taken you bare earlier even though he was sort of glad that this happened on your very last time.

“’ma move, love,” he whispered into your ear. “Can’t wait anymore.” You nodded. Your hands were holding onto his sides tightly, thighs wrapped around his waist as Bucky pulled out only to slowly slide back in.

He was going to drag your last time out as long as he could. He wanted this to last. He was not going to fuck you and be done with you, no. He did that enough in the past. He was going to feel you, now.

“Mmm, Bucky!” You whimpered. Your nails were digging in deep, but Bucky didn’t care. He wanted you to leave marks so that he could look at himself in the mirror later and touch them and cry. He let out a harsh breath as he slid in once again. “Yeah!” You cried out softly. “There, please.”

Bucky did as you said and kept hitting that spot of your repeatedly. His pace was still slow and deep, he was still trying to make it last and feel you deep in his presence. You didn’t seem to mind. In fact, you were quiet as you held onto him tightly. He could only hear your barely-audible whimpers and his name as a whisper when the thrust was particularly deep.

“You feel so good, baby,” Bucky whispered. His ears were howling, his brain was going fuzzy around the edges and he started to hear some sort of a white noise through the howling.

Bucky felt his eyes and nose burn. The feeling of your naked body against his, him being bare inside of your wetness and you holding onto him tightly… Bucky felt raw. He felt vulnerable as hell. Every place of his body where it was touching yours was on fire. It was like your skin was getting etched into his, marking him completely and forever, and Bucky was letting it happen.

“James,” you breathed silently. A soft sob ripped apart from him as he buried his face into your neck. You kissed his temple, petted his hair and stroked his back. You could hear his soft sobs, silent sniff and slight shaking of his shoulders. You kissed his temple again. You pushed him back, but he scrambled to hold you against him. “I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered. “I’m here. Just lay back, alright?” Bucky sniffed silently and did as you said.

He leaned back against the headboard, and you climbed onto his lap. Lowering yourself onto his cock again, you held his head against your chest, allowed him to hide there.

“Sssh,” you murmured softly. His hands were on your back, holding you tightly. “It’s okay. I’m here.” You hugged like that for a short while. His sobs slowly ebbed away, but you continued to stroke his hair.

“’m sorry,” he whispered, voice croaked. You shrugged. You grabbed his face in your palms and lifted his head up. His eyes were glowing even more with some redness in them, his nose was a bit puffy like his eyes, but it was the expression that hit you hard.

It was pain. Raw, unhidden pain. His eyes were earnest as they looked into yours. You felt the oxygen trapped in your throat when you made eye contact. You shivered. It felt like his eyes were looking into the very depth of your soul, seeing and understanding your true feelings towards him. It scared you.

So, you leaned in and kissed him as a distraction. Anything to get his eyes off of you.

Bucky whimpered. He wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you, as he returned your kiss. His soft lips parted lightly and allowed your tongue inside. You licked into his mouth, stole another whimper and bit down on his bottom lip.

“Move,” he whispered. “Take what you want.” He gave you a chaste kiss. You exhaled shakily as you raised yourself on your knees a little only to fall back down. You moaned. Bucky peppered soft kisses on your neck. His hold on your waist was tight still, and you didn’t have the heart to tell him to ease off even though it made breathing just a tad harder.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried his face to your chest. Bucky, understanding what you were implying, took a nipple in his mouth and sucked and bit on it gently. The lazy suction and slow movements of your hips were driving you crazy. Everything felt so sharp, so deep and so scary but also so good, you felt like you were falling apart.

“Come,” Bucky whispered, pulling his mouth off your nipple. “Can feel you, come, baby.” You whined loud and long as you came on his cock. Your orgasm felt like it went for a century. Its hold took over you slowly, spread through your body from your belly like a wrecking ball, but you felt the impact into your bones. You cried out.

Whining, you kissed Bucky’s cheeks, lips and nose. “Come in me,” you panted silently. “Sir, Bucky, please, come in me. I need it─” You cut yourself off with a low moan. Bucky let out a sharp cry as his hips thrusted up into your still convulsing core. He was close. His balls were tight and full with his come. Your walls were trying to milk it away from him, he could fucking feel it.

“Sweetheart,” Bucky breathed and then moaned. You cooed at him.

“’m here. C’mon,” you continued to coo. “Come in me, Sir. Lemme feel you.”

Feeling his whole body going taut, Bucky buried a moan into the crook of your neck as he came inside of you. You sighed as Bucky let out small whimpers. You could feel his come coating your walls, and you hummed.

You stayed in that position for a while, cuddling and breathing each other in. His hands were holding you tight, fingers drawing various shapes on your body while you traced his tattoos and examined his piercings. Both of you came down from your high slowly.

You got up and rolled off of him.

“Yuck,” you whispered as you felt his come leaking out of you. Bucky smiled apologetically. “I wanted it,” you reminded him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. You walked towards the bathroom, quickly cleaning yourself. When you returned to your bedroom in a bathrobe, you saw him dressing up. “Leaving already?”

Bucky grimaced. “We only have two hours to get ready,” he murmured. His voice was soft and low. You found it soothing. “I can’t hang around too long, gotta shower and change.” You nodded. This time, it didn’t feel like an excuse to run away. Graduation was onto you both, it was understandable, but Bucky wasn’t running away.

“Okay,” you nodded. “Yeah, make sense.” Bucky nodded, too. He pulled his jeans on, fixed his t-shirt and hair and grabbed his wallet.

“I, uh,” he started, inclining his head towards the door. You let out a ‘yeah’. He smiled. You were at the door when he turned around, suddenly looking very serious.

“This was the last time I was taking you, you know that right?” Bucky asked. He wasn’t taunting, or bragging or anything. His voice was still soft and low, but he sounded like he was far away. “We’re graduating, and God knows what’s expecting us. We’re gonna have different lives and… we’re growing up.” Bucky sent you sad smile. “Maybe I shouldn’t have let you kiss me like that because I wanted to say goodbye properly, but I don’t regret it, so,” he shrugged. “Take care, will you?” With teary eyes, you looked at him. Bucky sighed. In one step, you were in his arms and hugging him tightly.

You understood what he meant. Whatever you had was for during college. The end has come; it was the graduation day, and that meant you had to leave this part of your college life behind. You didn’t want to, especially not when you were in love with him, but he was right. You were going to have different lives. You were adults for a couple years, but graduating meant that you were an official one now.

“It’s gonna be alright,” Bucky whispered and pulled back. “You’re gonna be okay and successful in your job. You’re tough like that.” He smiled, this time it was a genuine one. He leaned in and kissed your forehead. “Take care, Y/N.”

“Take care, Bucky,” you whispered. “You’re gonna be one hell of a teacher.” That pulled a startled laugh out of Bucky, and you grinned tearfully. “A badass one, too.” You eyed his tattoos. He shrugged.

“Yeah, I guess,” he murmured. “Gonna be that teacher, but it’s worth it.” Giving you a lopsided smirk, he watched you for a couple seconds. Then, he walked to the door, opening it. He looked at you before he walked out. He looked like he wanted to say something, but in the last second he decided against it. You ran to him, kissing his cheek and fixing his hair.

“Be gentle to yourself,” you murmured. Bucky nodded.

“I’ll try,” he whispered and then cleared his throat. “Um. Bye, Y/N.” You muttered a soft ‘bye’, and he was off. You closed the door and sank down. You let the tears wash your face and pain away.

─

As soon as Bucky was outside, he let out a sob. He wanted to tell you that he loved you, but he didn’t want to give you that hope and then crush it. He knew he would fuck up somehow if you were to try out a relationship. You didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve you.

Lifting his head up, looking at the sky, Bucky took a deep breath.

“Here comes the sun,” he whispered and turned on his heels.

His figure got lost in the sea of people as he walked down the street. He felt like he lost a piece of himself in them, too.

Steve x Reader: clandestine meetings and stolen stares (One Shot)

Plot: Who knew Steve Rogers had kept such a pretty little secret?

or, the one where you were Peggy’s young, promising assistant until you became Steve Roger’s doll.

Tags: dark!steve, cheating steve, asshole steve, smoking, politician!steve, senator!steve, AGE GAP, drinking, SMUT, NASTY SMUT, INFIDELITY, spit play-ish (mentioned kinda?), cum play, yn is a mistress, poor peggy, cockwarming, no feminism here, daddy kink, dom!steve, reluctant to consensual

(A/N: This is my entry for #sugary4kchallenge of @donutloverxo​!! Congrats on 4k bby <3 )

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Good morning

Summary: Bucky wakes you up in the best way possible.

Warnings: smut, +18, language, dirty talk, kissing, oral sex (f receiving), light fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms

Word count: 1.6k

Author's note: This is my first ever smut so please please give me feedback. I'm happy with anything even if you tell me it's not good as long as you explain why you didn't like it.

Feedback is always appreciated and don’t forget to reblog and like if you enjoyed it and want to see more. Thank you!

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18+ MINORS DNI

The crisp morning air hitting your naked body made you stir in your deep sleep. It wasn't cold, but you could have used a blanket. Which you were sure you had when you went to sleep the night before. You groaned, frowning as you reached out in search of the man next to you. When you didn't feel him you struggled to open your eyes his name leaving your lips.

You were almost fully awake when you felt something wet touch your knee, making you jerk. Looking down you were surprised by Bucky on his knees between your open legs, his mouth on your skin, looking back at you. Jaw hanging open, you sighed at the sight in front of you, moving your body closer to his as his lips were leaving a wet trail on your skin, going up your leg. His hands gripping your hips he nipped at your inner thigh.

"Bucky" your hands went into his hair with a sharp intake of breath.

"Let me make it a good morning for you, doll." his palms splayed on your inner thighs as he pushed them open to reveal your wet flesh. He blew cold air on your folds, making you tremble and pull on his hair.

"Please." you keened, back arching off of the bed.

"Please what?" he pressed his nose against your clit to inhale your scent. "Use your words, baby." his tongue darted out to give your already wet pussy a teasingly slow lick. "What do you want?" the mumbled into your flesh, making you writhe.

"I want you." you choked out. He hummed into you, making you move your hips upwards with a whimper leaving your lips. As a result of the movement his lips pressed more strongly against your folds as his metal hand left your hips to place his index finger at your entrance. His tongue continued to move up and down on your clit.

Sweat broke out on your body, the butterflies in your stomach going crazy at his touch. His tongue started moving faster as you came closer and closer to release without him having to do much. But he wasn't about to let you get what you wanted as he pulled away from you. The lower part of his face covered in your juices. Your legs trembled as he looked up at you fully immersed in your lust, mouth open and eyes half closed in desire.

"You are so fucking delicious" you looked down on him just as he dived in once more so fast that you couldn't help but let out a loud moan.

"Fuck, Bucky" his finger finally entered your body, your back arching with long breath. His thumb moved against your clit along with his tongue. Your brain no longer had control over what came out of your mouth as you went between moaning his name and just saying please. Another finger entered you, your eyes rolling back into your head at the sensation. The metal against your hot flesh felt like heaven. He was like a starved man finally getting his first meal as his lips moved on you fervently.

"Shit" you moved your hips for more friction, but his right hand held you down, making you let out a whimper. The sounds of your wet pussy became louder as he moved his finger in and out of you faster.

"I'm close Bucky, don't stop" your voice cracked as he started moving impossibly faster, his fingers hitting the spongy spot inside you, making you throw your head back with a loud whine.

Seeing how close you were he detached his lips from your clit and pulled his fingers out to spread you legs more open to give more space to his head. You whined at the lack of touch, but it quickly turned into a loud moan of his name as he strongly sucked on your clit.

"Bucky, fuck" your legs not being able to close because of his hand holding them open made it even more intense as his tongue pressed even more against your clit.

"Be a good girl and come for me, doll" you couldn't hold any longer as white hot pleasure tore through you, making you let out a scream and pull on Bucky's hair. Your muscles relaxed as you came down from your high, body sweaty all over, completely spent. Your hands left his hair to lay next to your head as you tried to catch your breath from the mind blowing orgasm you just had. He was always good with his fingers, but his lips were other worldly.

Your inner thighs burned from his beard giving you a delicious pain you didn't want to forget.

"I hope I made your morning better baby" he smirked as he climbed up to come face to face with you, his dog tags hanging from his neck and resting on your chest. Chuckling you pulled him in a passionate kiss, wanting to feel his soft lips. You tasted yourself on his tongue, making you groan into the kiss.

"Definitely better" you answered as he lied down next to you and draped his arm across your torso.

"Yeah? Then how about round two?" he whispered and smirked into your neck.

"With you? Always" you sat up to sit on top of him, his hand flying to your hips as he felt your still wet pussy on his abdomen. You lied on top of him your bare breasts pressing against his chest. You felt his now hard cock against your ass as you moved. "Someone is ready" you teased, but it didn't last long as he flipped you over in one swift motion.

"For you? Always" he rephrased your words, making you chuckle. His fingers found your clit again earning a moan from you. "You are always just so ready to take my cock huh?" he growled into your ear, your hips lifting at his words. "I believe I asked you a question" he stopped moving his fingers, waiting for your answer.

"Yes, yes I am" you managed to get out.

"Good girl" you whimpered at the praise. He knew how much you loved being called that during sex and he used it regularly. His fingers started moving again as wetness pooled between your folds for the second time this morning. You reached down between your bodies to wrap your hand around his cock and give him a few strokes. He hips buckled into your hand with a growl leaving his lips.

"I want to be buried inside your pussy not in your hand" he nipped at the skin on your neck as his hand left your clit to pull your needy hand away from him. You circled your hips in the air at the loss of contact, which he noticed.

"Look at you trying to get my cock inside you as soon as you can" he grabbed himself and positioned the tip at your entrance. "Is that what you want babydoll? For me to be inside that tight little pussy? You want to feel full of my cock?" he coated himself in the wetness between your folds, a moan leaving your lips.

"Yes please, Bucky, yes" you arched your back. He pushed into your warm heat as your mouth hung open in a silent moan. You welcome the familiar stretch in your pussy. A feeling only he can give you, his cock fitting you like a puzzle piece.

"Fuck you are so tight" he grunted at your walls tightening around his cock, taking all of him. He started rocking his hips into yours as he grabbed on of your legs to put it on his shoulder, giving him an entirely new angle. You moaned as he hit your g-spot, his lips kissing along your neck.

"There Bucky, oh god" you threw your head back, right hand gripping the hair on the back of his head as your left hand's fingers was intervened with his. He set a slow pace, enjoying every moment of your tight walls against his hard cock. The sounds grew louder as he picked up the pace after a while, skin slapping against skin, creating a obscene noise. You were getting closer and closer to your second orgasm. He felt your pussy clenching around him, a dead giveaway you were close.

"I can feel every part of your tight little cunt baby" his metal arm went to your clit and started rubbing it, your hips moving along his fingers, your lips moaning his name. "Let me feel you cum around me. Come on be a good girl for me" he moved faster, hitting the spot inside you which sent you over the edge, your mouth falling open as you came around him. He followed after a few snaps of his hips, cock twitching and filling you up with his seed with a loud moan leaving his lips.

Bucky fell on top of you, his huge body almost crushing you, but you liked to feel his weight on you. He rolled off onto his back as both of you tried to catch your breaths. He moved after a few seconds, his lips finding yours in a lazy kiss as you basked in the afterglow of sex.

"I think I should wake you up like this every morning." he grinned at your completely fucked out state as you barely had energy to move your head to look at him.

"You can if you let me sleep in afterwards" you replied, your eyelids dropping sleepily.

"Go to sleep, doll. Maybe I'll wake you up the same way again" he pressed a kiss to your cheek, but you were already out.

𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞,𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫

pairing || professor!bucky x fem!reader

summary || for the whole semester james paid attention to his student for all the wrong reasons but on the last day, is he finally over it?

word count || 4,181

warnings || age gap ((reader is 20, bucky is 35)), blowjob, pussy eating, pussy fingering, fucking in a classroom, fucking your professor, talks of divorce, test taking, exams, male masturbation, natasha and bucky relationship, reader is dating steve so like cheating, riding, breeding

authors note || this is for @sunstalgia’s challenge! also since i finished another semster of college last week and you guys enjoyed my last professor!bucky fic, why not write another! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. DO NOT STEAL MY CONTENT and remember to REBLOG.

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u should write a little best friend’s dad or dads best friend action 👀

𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞

pairing || bestfriendsdad!steve x fem!reader

warnings || fucking your friends dad, being fucked in front of a window, breeding, ass slapping, blowjob

"Come up to my bedroom." It was a request, but it was also a statement, he was sure of your answer.

You crossed the threshold and closed the door behind you. It wasn't just that when he grinned and you could see the wrinkles around his eyes, it wasn't just the physical attraction. It was his demeanor, it was that he was a real live man, not a flimsy college boy. This was going to be a different kind of hook-up.

"You're married," you reminded him, not particularly pleased about remembering this detail myself.

"You're married," you reminded him, not particularly pleased about remembering this detail myself.

"I can keep a secret," he said, closing his mouth on yours again, and backing you to the bed.

He removed all your clothing fairly quickly and then he laid on top of you, fully clothed. The rough textures rubbing against your bare skin felt incredible. "I can't believe this is happening," he laughed. "I've wanted this for a very long time.

You reached up and felt him through his pants, staring longingly into his eyes. He pulled his shirt over his head as you unbuckled, unzipped, and released a very healthy looking cock.

You slid off the bed and onto the floor to get a better angle and he stood over you gathering your hair behind your head as you started blowing him. You looked up at him and was rewarded with a face that was most definitely in ecstasy as you took him in your mouth.

He held your head down on his cock while you took him in deeply. This was a move widely hated by every woman you knew, but it was usually performed by dumb frat guys. Steve knew what he was doing, he was looking out for you and making the experience short — just long enough to add a bit of excitement. When he pulled out of your mouth he smiled and leaned down to kiss you. "I knew you'd be good at this."

He pulled you up and walked you over to a dresser placed underneath a large window. You could still see the moonlight on the lake as he bent you over it. You were brought back to reality by Steve spreading your legs further apart and pushing your upper back down until your bare breasts were pressed against its cool surface and you felt him enter you.

"Oh my god..." you couldn't help but moan as he thrusted into you. He shushed you by placing his hand over your mouth for a moment as he picked up speed. Your moans were apparently too loud but he was willing to risk the loud sound it made as he slapped your ass over and over, groaning and filling you with his cock. You couldn't believe how turned on this was making you. It wasn't awkward or embarrassing or rushed. You were aware that you were getting fucked by a Man, not "fooling around" with a boy.

"Good girl." The sound of that phrase coming out of his mouth sent you over the edge and you felt yourself spasming around his cock as you released myself into your orgasm, even enjoying the sensation of a bit of extra liquid rolling down your thigh.

He was still thrusting into you rhythmically, alternating between kneading your breasts and grabbing and slapping your ass. "I'm getting close," he groaned and you tensed your body up, holding your place more firmly so that he could get deeper inside as he unloaded his semen into you.

You could play out this crush and learn what would drive my next actual boyfriend wild — who wouldn't want to kill those two birds with one stone?

#chaoticenergy

            𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐦

                     part one

summary || just when you think you’re free from bucky’s grip, he holds tighter. but truthfully, he just doesn’t ever want to lose you, he just can’t tell you until it all comes out.

pairing || fuckboy!bucky x reader

word count || 1,872 words

warnings || fwb dynamic, sort of toxic relationship, bucky acts like an asshole, talk of injury, blood, bruises, cliché moment where reader cleans up bucky after a mission, reader breaks down to bucky, bucky opens up (fear of losing you, fear of losing himself), unprotected sex, rough sex (briefly), oral, multiple orgasms, pet-names, taunting, lots of dirty talk, degradation if you squint, angst w/ happy ending — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes || don’t mind me, just posting part two months later 😐

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i’m probably way too late with this roommate!bucky ask but,,, are we pretending they don’t share a blunt and have lazy sunday morning sex right where they are, probably on the carpet right in front of the tv bc they’re too high to bother getting on the couch that’s literally half an inch away and for a bit they’re just lazily groping and kissing and licking and they’re like “you go on top i don’t wanna move” “no, you go-“ and then you cave and climb on his lap but once he’s inside you something just awakens and he’s an absolutely feral power!bottom, thrusting up and squeezing your tits and smacking your ass and leaving love bites everywhere his mouth can reach, he gets so lost in it too like he’s somehow sucking the pleasure right out of your skin and that’s just the trip he’s having

and bucky is usually quite the dirty talker but just this once he doesn’t say a word, he knows you’re right there with him, your bodies and minds are just *connected* but it’s okay that he doesn’t speak because his incredibly loud moans (oh, that’s a first - but you love and can’t get enough of it already) more than make up for it

idk who u are,,,,,but thank u for this.

warnings: weed, unprotected sex — 18+ only

lazy sunday morning sharing a blunt over blueberry pancakes, tummies full and happy and eyes glossy and slightly red from the smoke irritation but neither of you seem to really care as you have your head in bucky’s lap.

the carpet is soft, so inviting as your limbs are tangled with his—sloppy long kisses with bucky’s hands travelling all over your body and he’s just so hard already. he craves you more than anything.

words are hard for the both of you right now, heavy eye lids as you’re stripping out of the little clothes you had on in the first place.

“get on top, sweets,” bucky mumbles against your lips as you let out a groan, “no, don’ wanna,” you reply, hands over his body. you go back and forth before you’re finally climbing up on top and oh god are you glad that you did that.

he fills you up, stretching you and leaving you completely breathless when bucky snaps and thrusts his hips up and pulls your hips down onto him.

“fuck, feel so good sweets.” he’s trying so hard to keep his eyes open but everything is so heightened and it just feels so. fucking. good.

his hands are on your ass and tits, grabbing at the supple flesh before he’s nipping at your neck and your chest while your ride him.

he’s always vocal—but in a more traditional sense, but right now, the sound of his deep and low moans are enough to send shudders rolling over your body.

“m’gonna come, sweets. gonna come.” is all he can mumble before you’re squeezing him, falling over the edge and on top of his chest before he fills you up.

you’re both tired and groggy, fucked out but happier than ever as bucky just holds you tight. “this is a good start to our lazy sunday, sweets.” and you spend the rest of the day naked and with each other.

Wine & Dine

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: In which you and your roommate Bucky spend a chill Friday night drinking and hanging out, leading to you confessing something unexpected

Warnings: Smut 18+ only, oral sex (f receiving), kissing, lots of banter, teasing, over-stimulation, multiple orgasms, fingering, dry humping, friends to lovers (kinda) and alcohol consumption

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: This is kind of cheesy but the idea came to me and I ran with it! Hope it’s enjoyable! Feedback is always appreciated! 😋

Spending Friday night with your roommates had become a ritual of sorts. It was the one night of the week where all three of you were usually off from work, somehow it was how your otherwise hectic and busy schedules would align. This time around however, you were a person short. Your roommate and good friend, Sam, was out of town for the weekend visiting his family in Louisiana. Which meant that you’d be left to your own devices in your shared apartment, save for your other roommate and pain in the ass best friend, Bucky.

Most of the time you’d order takeout and play video games or watch a movie, other times Sam would grab something on his way home from work and you’d sit down to play a board game while munching on whatever delicious food he found while strolling down the streets of Brooklyn. On rare occasions, Sam would cook for you and Bucky, concocting some of the most incredible dishes you had ever tasted. Bucky wasn’t allowed in the kitchen though, not after he had almost burned it down, not once—but twice, simply just trying to boil water.

It seemed that anytime Sam would go out of town, you and Bucky always managed to make a mess of the apartment. He was usually the one who kept things flowing smoothly and in balance, and with Sam gone he’d entrust you to be the one to take his role.

You decided that this time you’d try something different for a change. After you got off work, exhausted and ready to head home, you stopped at the local grocery shop near the apartment and gathered ingredients to attempt to cook dinner for you and Bucky. He wasn’t picky and would try almost anything, however, you weren’t the best cook. But you were willing to give it a try, especially after scouring the internet for easy beginner friendly recipes.

Stepping into the dark apartment, you kicked your shoes off and headed straight to the kitchen, juggling paper bags full of groceries in your arms. You were glad Bucky wasn’t home yet, he was usually a nuisance in the kitchen anyway. You gathered your ingredients, taking out different pots and pans wishing Sam were around so you could ask him for help, you thought about calling him but you didn’t want to disturb his family time.

How hard could it be to make a simple stir fry? You’d seen Sam do it countless times, but yet it was still intimidating. You poured yourself a glass of red wine and read through the recipe—you poured oil in a large pan and let it heat up before you threw in the already diced raw chicken. You had an array of different sauces to add to it, hoping whatever you came up with would be edible. Sam had told you on many occasions that he didn’t like following recipes, he preferred adding his own flair and flavor. And you figured you’d try the same.

“Mm, it smells good in here.” You heard the front door shutting as Bucky made his way over to join you in the kitchen.

“I’m glad, because this is going to be what we’ll be eating for the next few days.” You offered with a nervous laugh as the chicken sizzled loudly in the pan.

Bucky chuckled as he rummaged through the fridge, grabbing himself a beer and peering over your shoulder, trying to see what you were cooking. “Since when do you cook? Last I recall Sam left specific instructions to not mess up anything in the kitchen, and you know how fucking neurotic he is.”

“Who says I’m messing up the kitchen?” You retorted, “I happen to know what I’m doing.” Suddenly, you squealed as the hot oil sprinkled out of the pan and all over your hands, making you nearly throw the pan across the stove.

“Uh huh, sure you do Sunshine.” Bucky laughed out loudly, poking you in the side.

“Fuck off.” You rolled your eyes at him as you turned the heat off, the chicken came out a little crispier (burnt) than you had intended, but it still seemed edible. You finished adding the chopped vegetables and the different sauces, hoping that once you tossed everything together that it would somehow all taste good.

You downed the glass of wine as you finished cooking the stir fry, grabbing two plates from the cupboard and bringing everything to the table. “Food’s ready!” You called out, feeling a little hesitant about your concoction.

“If I die from food poisoning, I’m telling Sam.” Bucky chortled, you hit him in the arm lightly, rolling your eyes as he mouthed an “ow”.

“If you die, how can you tell him?” You scoffed. “Idiot.”

“Geez, I was joking Sunshine,” Bucky nudged you playfully, “I’m sure whatever you made is going to be delicious.”

“If not, we can just throw it away and pretend it never happened.” You refilled your wine glass, perhaps the cheap red wine could numb your taste buds and make your creation more palatable.

“You’re so dramatic. I’m sure it’s fine.” Bucky served himself a generous amount of the stir fry along with some leftover rice you had reheated. He started eating as you watched him over the rim of your glass, awaiting his reaction.

The initial look on his face looked promising, but the grimace that followed let you know your attempt at cooking hadn’t been successful. “Uh, it’s g-good…” Bucky struggled to swallow the food in his mouth, feigning a smile as he did his best not to spit it out.

“Don’t bullshit me, Buck. It’s gross, isn’t it?” You laughed as you took another sip of wine.

Bucky nodded, “Okay, maybe it’s a little gross. But it’s the thought that counts, right?”

“Looks like we’re going to be eating pizza for the remainder of the weekend.” In a way you were glad, cooking wasn’t your forte, it was better off leaving it to the professionals.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Bucky chuckled, “That’s what we usually do anyway, I appreciate you trying though, Sunshine.”

You appreciated his encouraging words, usually Bucky wasn’t that thoughtful, but you noticed how much his attitude towards you would change when others weren’t around. Usually he’d bust your balls and treat you like he would any other of his guy friends, but when it was just you and him, he seemed to be gentler and kinder. You never thought much of it, but you couldn’t deny that you liked that different side of him.

“Good thing we have enough wine and beer to hold us over.” You commented, swirling the red liquid in your glass, now that was something that could never fail you.

“I’ll order the pizza,” Bucky grabbed his phone, going through his food delivery apps, “And we can pretend this never happened. Don’t worry, I won’t tell Sam.” He winked. You were already feeling the effects of the wine as it coursed through your veins and a smile spread across your face. Perhaps your evening wasn’t ruined after all.

You hated wasting food, but there was no saving the burnt chicken and soggy vegetables, you sadly discarded any remnants and cleaned up the kitchen—leaving no trace behind. You took advantage of the time you had before the pizza arrived to change out of your work clothes and wash away the day with a hot shower. Feeling refreshed in your comfy pajamas, you joined Bucky on the couch who had put on a horror movie you’d seen a million times before.

You casually plopped down next to him, noticing how he inched closer to you. Bucky tipped back his second beer, handing you one which you gladly accepted. You had a busy week dealing with all the nonsense at work, it was nice to finally relax and just spend a chill Friday night with your best friend.

“Maybe next time I can try to cook us something,” Bucky commented, “Let’s see who can make the worst dish.” You couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“I think we know who’d win,” You pointed out, “Mister I can’t even boil water without almost burning the place to the ground.”

Bucky huffed, “That only happened twice! I promised Sam I wouldn’t do it again.”

“Yeah, well twice was enough to get you banned from the kitchen.” He was about to try and tickle you when the door bell rang, alerting you that the pizza had arrived.

“Saved by the bell.” Bucky smirked, grabbing some loose dollar bills from the counter and going to open the door. The scent of freshly made dough infiltrated your nostrils, you were starving, ready to tear into the pizza. Bucky thanked the delivery person and eagerly brought the boxes over to the couch, setting them down on the small coffee table.

“I got pepperoni and olives on mine and of course, your favorite, Hawaiian,” He nearly gagged just mentioning it, “I don’t know how you can like pineapple on a pizza, you weirdo.”

“Only highly intelligent individuals like pineapple on their pizza,” You countered, “Besides you have no room to talk, olives are just gross sad grapes.”

Bucky gasped dramatically, “No way, olives are delicious. Don’t be such a hater, Sunshine.”

You rolled your eyes as you snatched the box away from him, not hesitating to just dig right in. The pizza place you usually ordered from had the best pizza in all of Brooklyn, nothing could compare to their homemade sauce and dough. You had been ordering from them for years, ever since Bucky introduced you to their highly addictive pies.

“Oh yeah, this is hitting all sorts of spots.” You nearly moaned as you chowed down, going slightly cross eyed from how delicious it was. Bucky was on the same page as he devoured his pizza, only stopping to wash it down with cold beer.

The plan was to have left overs for the following day, but it seemed that wouldn’t be the case as both pizzas were demolished within minutes. It also seemed like your stir fry had left a lot to be desired.

“I’m officially stuffed,” Bucky groaned, tilting his head back as he belched loudly, you responded by belching even louder, “Good one, Sunshine.” He teased, leaning over you and grabbing himself another beer. You shrugged, getting yourself another beer as well.

You and Bucky eventually decided to play some Mortal Kombat, you were always a pro at kicking his ass even though he hated admitting it. He’d try to distract you or dodge your finishing moves, but no matter how much he tried, you’d always triumph over him.

“One more round,” Bucky insisted, “I think I just need to switch my character.”

“We’ve already played ten rounds, Buck,” You preened, “I think you should just accept defeat.”

“I almost had you in that last round, come on!”

You sighed exasperatedly, “Fine, one more.”

As expected, even with a different character Bucky wasn’t quick enough to dodge your incoming attacks. As an added bonus you finished him off with a violent and bloody brutality, smiling proudly as the voice over declared a flawless victory. Bucky nearly threw the xbox controller across the room, groaning loudly. “Fuck!”

You smiled indulgently to yourself as you made your way over to the kitchen, carrying a slew of empty beer bottles and tossing them away haphazardly in the bin. You were buzzing from both the effects of the alcohol and from the adrenaline of once again kicking Bucky’s ass in one of your favorite video games.

“You’re so annoying.” Bucky crossed his arms against his chest as he watched you over the kitchen counter, he was slightly tipsy as well. You giggled as you grabbed yourself and Bucky another beer, popping the bottles open and clinking them together.

“I’m just really good at beating you in Mortal Kombat,” You replied off-handedly, “You know this.” A grin spread across your face as you tipped your beer back. Bucky rolled his eyes at you, murmuring something under his breath.

“Aw, come on Buck,” You egged him on, “I’m sure you’re good at other things. What’s something you think you could easily beat me at?”

Bucky was silent for a moment, tilting his head as he thought about what he was going to say next, a wicked smile formed on his lips as he took a sip of his beer, his tongue gliding over the glass rim momentarily. “Eating pussy.”

You nearly choked on your beverage at how nonchalantly he admitted that. Bucky laughed out loudly, the alcohol seemed like it had completely gone to his head. You didn’t know how to respond, was he being serious? He didn’t offer a response after his admission which let you know he was indeed being serious.

“Eating pussy is overrated,” You blurted out, “I’ve never gotten off from it.” You didn’t know why you even mentioned that, it was clearly the liquid courage coursing through your veins which allowed you to be so casual about it.

Bucky’s eyes widened at that, “You what? Are you serious?” He sounded truly shocked.

“Yep,” You replied, not caring anymore as you just went with the flow of the conversation, “Not once. I don’t know if I’ve just been with really shitty people or if there’s something wrong with me.”

“Trust me, there’s nothing wrong with you, you’ve just been with really shitty people.”

“Well, until someone comes along and changes my mind, I won’t buy into the hype.” You jumped up on the counter, swinging your legs back and forth as Bucky stood there, pondering what you had just unceremoniously confessed. The air in the apartment thickened as his eyes narrowed, you noticed a flicker of something devious in his gaze. Licking his lips, Bucky got closer to you, close enough for you to smell the hint of beer on his breath and musk on his clothes.

“I could change your mind.” He whispered lowly, almost inaudibly. However, you heard him loud and clear as your cheeks immediately flushed and a chill went down your spine. You waited for him to say he was fucking with you, but the look in his eyes said otherwise.

You swallowed thickly, trying to cover your nervousness with a laugh, “Stop it Buck, I know you’re not serious.”

“I don’t think you realize how serious I am,” He smirked, there wasn’t a hint of playfulness in his voice, just sheer determination. “Come on Sunshine, it’s only weird if you let it be weird.”

You chewed on your bottom lip anxiously, you weren’t sure if it was just the influence of the alcohol or utter curiosity, but you found yourself considering Bucky’s offer. You always saw him as just a friend, but it was undeniable that you had at times wondered what it would be like to be with Bucky. Your bedroom being beside his always allowed you to get an earful of the activities he’d partake in. You had laid awake at night on too many occasions listening to the never ending moans and groans coming from Bucky’s room, imagining yourself in his bed instead. You’d quickly shoo those thoughts away as fast as they came, because Bucky would only ever be just a friend, right?

Without a second thought, you found yourself agreeing. To what exactly? You had no idea. Bucky smiled shyly, unlike his usual self-satisfied grin. He closed the gap between your bodies and tentatively kissed your lips. “Is this okay?” He asked as he pulled away slightly, you nodded, liking the way his lips felt against yours. Bucky had waited for this moment for far too long, he wanted to set the right mood and not rush into simply eating you out, he wanted to truly savor you.

Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his body flush against yours. His tongue glided over your top lip seeking entry into your mouth. You allowed yourself to enjoy the moment as you parted your lips open and wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

His mouth began moving from your face over to the crook of your neck where his lips found a home, peppering wet feverish kisses down to your collarbone. You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped from the back of your throat as Bucky kept kissing you. “Buck! It tickles!” You exclaimed. Instead of saying anything Bucky just smirked, his hand falling in between your bodies as he pressed his fingers against your clothed pussy. You were about to laugh again when instead a moan erupted from your lips, eyes closing in delight.

“Mm, does this tickle?” Bucky growled against your ear as his fingers massaged your cunt.

“Fuck, no,” You let out breathily, “Feels so g-good…”

Bucky’s famous smug smile was back on his face as he hoisted you off the kitchen counter, enveloping your body in a tight embrace as your legs instinctively wrapped around him. He carried you into the living room, placing your body on the couch. He hovered over you, breathing heavily as his hips dipped down to grind against you, you moaned the instant his clothed erection brushed against your core. You hooked one of your legs around him, pressing yourself harder into his touch, getting lost momentarily in how hard Bucky was because of you.

Bucky knew he was getting carried away and wouldn’t be able to stop himself if you allowed him to fuck you right then and there, he was so incredibly turned on and loved hearing the little moans that escaped your lips. He abruptly stopped dry humping you and focused his attention on your pussy, which he knew would be soaked. His fingers ghosted over the waistband of the flimsy pajama shorts you had on, sliding them in gently and then moving your panties aside so he could feel you wet and hot against him. Bucky circled your clit slowly, kissing your neck as he buried two fingers knuckle deep inside of you, the pad of his thumb still rubbing your clit.

You gasped, the double stimulation felt incredible as you arched off the couch. You could feel yourself gushing all over Bucky’s fingers, getting wetter the more his fingers scissored inside of you. You didn’t think that all it would take for you to cum would be some kissing and fingering, but the way in which Bucky kissed you and touched you was unlike anything you had ever felt.

“Bucky…” You breathed out, the coil in your stomach tightening as Bucky sped up, bracing himself for your incoming release. You shut your eyes tightly, little gasps leaving your mouth as the tension inside of you exploded and you came hard all over his fingers. Bucky kissed you, swallowing your moans as you rode out the last of your orgasm.

“Damn, Sunshine…” Bucky let out after a few seconds of you both trying to catch your breath, “I already made you cum and I haven’t even used my mouth yet.”

You rolled your eyes, hands coming up to cover your flushed face, your cheeks were on fire and you were still in disbelief. But you couldn’t deny that it had felt amazing to have Bucky’s fingers inside of your pussy, you could only imagine what his cock would feel like.

Bucky didn’t give you much time to think as he dove back down, his hands yanking your shorts and panties off roughly and tossing them carelessly on the floor. You arched sensually off the couch, letting your legs spread open for his viewing pleasure. You knew you were being cheeky, but seeing the hungry look in Bucky’s eyes was so worth going the extra mile.

His mouth watered at the sight of your glistening cunt and swollen clit. Bucky nestled himself in between your thighs, arms wrapping around you and keeping you pinned under him. He pressed wet kisses to the inside of your thighs, licking just around your pussy and blowing a thin stream of air over it. You writhed uncontrollably, needing his mouth on you before you lost your mind.

Bucky smirked as he let a little bit of his saliva drip onto your clit, you gasped as his tongue flicked over the sensitive nub repeatedly, making your body thrum with pleasure. You tasted better than he could’ve imagined, your pussy was so wet and sweet, and oh so tight. Now that he had gotten to savor you, Bucky wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to get enough.

He continued lapping at your clit, alternating his speed and keeping you on the edge, just enough to have your toes curling with every sensation of Bucky’s tongue on your cunt. You knew at the pace he was going that it would be game over at any given moment. You really had been missing out, everyone who had ever eaten you out prior should cower in shame, because Bucky knew exactly what he was doing. Every lick, suck and flick was calculated and he knew just how to amplify every nerve in your body.

“God, Buck,” You squirmed, “I c-can’t believe…I-m gonna c-cum…” Bucky chuckled lowly as he looked up at you, his lips were dampened from your juices and his cheeks were rosy. You kept eye contact as he continued sucking and licking your pussy, getting you closer and closer to that sweet precipice.

Throwing your head back blissfully, warmth spread throughout your lower abdomen for the second time as you came with even more intensity than the first time. Bucky didn’t stop licking even after your orgasm finished moving in waves through you, you were completely overstimulated and satiated as your legs twitched sporadically.

“Holy shit…” Were the only words that could leave your mouth as you laid there, chest heaving up and down from what could very well be the best orgasms you ever had. Bucky wiped his mouth, feeling completely satisfied with himself and by how easily he had been able to make you cum. You looked just as beautiful as he had imagined, body coated in a sweaty sheen, lips parted making a perfect o shape and your pussy still pulsing—fuck, you were just too enticing.

“So did I change your mind?” Bucky asked brazenly, reverting back to his playful self as he nudged your side teasingly.

“I hate to admit it,” You mewled, “But you did.” A haughty grin spread across Bucky’s face as he claimed he had told you so. You rolled your eyes at his display, trying to piece together everything that had transpired in just one night. You and Bucky had gone from best friends to whatever the hell you were now, you didn’t want to slap a label on it, but you were sure that you wanted to do it again. Perhaps even take it a step further and truly experience every inch of him.

“It goes without saying that we’re not telling Sam.” You remarked.

“Not a word.” Bucky agreed, there was no need to tell Sam, even though if this were to become a common occurrence and with all three of you living under the same roof, Sam would catch on eventually.

“We need to go food shopping tomorrow,” You casually changed the subject, sitting up and sprawling your feet on Bucky’s lap. You noticed the very prominent tent in his pants, and you couldn’t help the way your eyes lingered there for the longest moment. “I don’t think we can survive off of pizza and beer.” You could feel yourself getting sick by the mere thought.

“Don’t worry Sunshine, we’ll figure it out,” Bucky said as he grabbed your leg so he could kiss the top of it, “Besides,” He smiled suggestively, “I already know what I want for dinner tomorrow.”

"Fuck you, my child is fine!"

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Warm

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word count: 3.3k+ words

Summary: Chris can't stop shivering after playing Frozen Blackjack with Jimmy Fallon. You might have the perfect idea to help warm him up again.

Warnings: smut, cockwarming, ice play (kinda), also kinda subby!Chris, fingering, handjob, wake up call, 18+ only

A/N: To my icy cockwarming nonnie, I really hope you like what I did with your request

Chris should've known that playing this game was a bad idea.

You had told him time and time again in the days leading up to the taping of the show that he was going to regret playing a game where the loser has to pour ice-water down their pants. But although he listened as you voiced your concerns, he was determined to see the game through, being the competitive person that he is.

You just couldn't understand why he'd agreed to it in the first place. Ever since the two of you had started dating he had always been a person that was cold the second the weather dropped below a reasonable temperature. In the years you had known him he had used you like a human blanket more times than you could count, wrapping his arms around you and begging you not to move because you felt so warm and he was freezing. You couldn't imagine how cold he was going to be when the taping was over. And more importantly, you knew just how whiny he was going to be from the cold.

Chris hadn't thought that it would be a big deal. Sure the ice would be freezing at the time, but surely it was nothing that a warm bath and some cuddles couldn't fix. But as the sharp chill settled into his bones when he arrived in his dressing room after finishing the game, he knew it wouldn't go away quite so easily. Why the fuck did I agree to this? he thought to himself, silently cursing as he changed out of his damp clothes into some dry and warm ones.

The clothes were ones you had sent over to his assistant so that he had something warm to wear after the taping. It wasn't anything special, just some sweatpants and a thick sweater, but Chris was grateful for the warmth they provided as he did his best to walk out of the studio to the awaiting car with a straight face, trying not to focus on the fact that his dick felt so cold that it was practically numb and burning with icy pain all at the same time.

The ride to the hotel was torture, but it was worth it to know that he was going to see you when he arrived back at the hotel room the two of you were sharing while he was doing press. He had done what he thought was an impressive job at masking the amount of pain he was in - although his manager and assistant would tell him otherwise in the morning - but the second that he walked into the hotel room and saw you waiting for him on the bed, he let the facade drop as he let out a whimper of pain.

"Baby, what's wrong?" you immediately shoot up from your spot on the bed, walking over to him and pressing your palm to his cheek soothingly, watching as he leans into your embrace. His bottom lip trembles slightly as he shifts uncomfortably in his pants, the cold making it impossible to find a comfortable position to stand in.

"I feel like my dick is going to fall off." he whines dramatically, as you move your hand from his face to cover your mouth as you giggle at his statement, making him frown, "It's not funny!"

"I'm sorry baby, but you can't say stuff like that and expect me not to laugh." you're still giggling as you try to speak, trying not to laugh even harder at the sad puppy dog look in his eyes that plead you to help him. Taking a step closer to close the gap between the two of you, you press a soft kiss to his lips, feeling the way that his entire body is shaking from the cold, "Can I help you feel better, baby?"

"Need cuddles," he mumbles, walking both of you back towards the bed, only stopping when the backs of your knees hit the edge of the mattress. He climbs onto the bed first, reaching for you with grabby hands that make your heart swell as you join him.

He sighed with relief when you crawled into his lap, sitting facing him with your thighs parted at his waist and your arms under his to keep him close. He was still cold, his ice-cold skin sending shivers through your body as you made contact with him. But you couldn't help but notice the particular relief it brought to him when your clothed cores met. When you shifted a little, his hips followed yours, subconsciously desperate to keep his freezing cock as close to you as possible, and an idea blossoms in your mind.

"I want to try something. I think it might help you." you say soothingly, your hand moving up to stroke his hair as you lean back to look at him, "Do you trust me?"

"Y-yes." he stutters, still shivering uncontrollably from the cold as he watches your hand travel lower until you reach his sweatpants.

Carefully, being sure not to put too much pressure on his freezing cock right away, you allow your fingertips to graze his clothed cock. His breath hitches at the contact, his hips chasing the warmth of your hand as he grinds upwards into your palm, but he knows that nothing can come from your actions.

"I don't think I can get hard," he says with a dejected sigh, light shivers running through his body when you reach up with your spare hand to cup his cheek, running your thumb over the soft skin to soothe him.

"I know, baby." you soothe him as you continue your ministrations on his cock, "But it feels nice, doesn't it?"

You momentarily remove your hand from his crotch, not even giving him the chance to whine at the loss of heat and contact when you replace your hand with your own core, grinding down against him as he whimpers loudly. He can't even possibly answer your question right now, too overwhelmed to form a coherent sentence.

"Words, baby," you whisper gently against his cheek before pressing a soft kiss to the skin there, waiting for him to compose himself enough to respond.

"Feels so good." he moans out, hands reaching out to grip your hips to help you grind deliciously against his cock.

"Want me to make you feel good?" you practically purr into his ear, reveling in the low groan that escapes him at your words, "Get you feeling all nice and warm again?"

"Please." he begs, his skin shivering for different reasons when you playfully tease the waistband of his sweatpants, "Please warm me up."

You press a soft kiss to his lips as your fingers fully curl around the waistband of his pants, "Let's get these off, yeah?" you ask softly, waiting for him to lift his hips from the mattress before slowly peeling them down his legs. You can almost feel the cold that's radiating from his lower half, making a cold chill run through your own body. Noticing the way he shivers from now being exposed from the waist down, you slowly crawl up his body and place a kiss on his lips, "Lay down for me, okay?"

He nods, slowly maneuvering you both into a position where he's lying flat on the bed, head propped up on the soft pillows with you straddling his bare thighs. You're quick to rid him of his shirt before taking off your own clothes, throwing them somewhere in the room where you'll have to search for them later but as of right now you couldn't care less about where they'd gone.

"You still with me, baby?" you ask when you notice the way he's watching you with bated breath, waiting in anticipation for every little move you make. When he replies with a breathy "yes" you can't help but moan, your fingers trailing softly down his toned stomach and drawing ever closer to his neglected cock, "Okay, tell me if it's too much or you need to stop."

Chris jerks wildly when your hand finally meets his soft cock, the sensation of your warm skin against his cold appendage almost too much to handle.

"Shh, it's okay baby." you coo against the soft skin of his forehead, pressing a kiss there as you hold his shaft gently in your hand, "How does that feel?"

"Warm." he almost moans, sparks of pleasure flowing through him even though it's overpowered by the cold still. But when you start stroking him ever so slowly, he feels as though his soul might leave his body, heat radiating through him in soft ripples that leave his hips grinding upwards in search of more, "So warm."

You continue to stroke him for a moment, letting him get used to the warmth of your hand, although you were pretty sure all the heat had left your fingers just from the contact with his cold member. Once you were sure he had adjusted to the feel of your warm fingers against him, you reluctantly took your hand off his soft cock, quieting his whimper of despair with a soft kiss before moving your hand to your own core.

You could feel the slick that had pooled between your thighs without even being touched, moaning softly as you ran a finger through your folds. But your actions were quickly interrupted by Chris' hand around your wrist, pulling your fingers away from your core.

"Wanna touch you." he gasps, his words barely an audible whisper as his fingers find their home between your thighs.

You can't stop the soft moan that escapes you when he slides one finger into your warmth, pumping it a few times before carefully adding a second. Warmth spreads throughout your belly as he curls his fingers to brush against that spot that always leaves you gasping for him. He knows you're already more than ready for his cock, but seeing you fall apart so easily just for his fingers alone was a pleasure unlike anything he's ever experienced.

"Chris," you moan out, feeling the familiar tightening of your core as you rock your hips against his hand, your neglected clit throbbing desperately from the lack of attention, "Need you inside me, please."

You still whine at the loss of the fullness inside of you even when you had told him to stop. But the empty feeling doesn't last for long when you take his cock in your hands and rub the tip of him through your folds, covering him in your arousal before lining him up with your entrance and slowly sinking down on him.

The ice-cold sensation of his cock shoots through your body as you take him inside of you. You hadn't expected the cold to almost burn, and the feeling is so intense that you almost allow him to slip out of you to allow yourself a moment more to prepare for the feeling. But one look at the pleasure stricken look on Chris' face and you were more determined than ever to take him. Taking a deep breath, you sink down on the rest of his length, a small whimper escaping your lips from the chill that runs through your veins.

"Fuck, oh shit!" Chris curses, his eyes closing shut tightly from the overwhelming feeling of warmth enveloping his cock. It was a type of euphoria he couldn't possibly begin to describe, his body finally beginning to return to a reasonable temperature with the two of you connected. His was totally blissed out, only returning to the present when he felt your body shiver against his, "You okay baby girl?"

"Mmhmm." you replied, your eyes shut tight as you adjusted to the feeling that bordered on pain and pleasure, "Just a little cold."

It was a different feeling entirely to how he normally felt inside of you, the icy cold feeling of his cock so far removed from the feeling of his usually warm and thick cock, a new sensation that danced along the line of unpleasant but got warmer and less jarring with each passing moment. The freezing cold tip of his cock rests against your g-spot bringing you an odd sensation of pleasure that you had never quite imagined possible as the feelings started to tip more towards those of pleasure.

"You're doin' so good for me baby." Chris whispers praise against your ear, pressing soft kisses to any part of you can he reach with his lips, "If it's too much we can stop."

"No, I'm good, I promise." you reassure him, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips, "I like being this close to you."

Chris is quick to close the gap between the two of you again, connecting your lips in a sweet and loving kiss that leaves you chasing his lips when he pulls away to gasp for air.

"Can we stay like this tonight?" he asks shyly, the blush creeping up on his cheeks not going unnoticed by you as you reach up to caress his cheek with your fingers.

"Of course," you nod, a soft smile curling on your lips as press a soft kiss to the tip of his nose, "Whatever you need, baby."

"C'mere," Chris outstretches his arms, giving you plenty of space to cuddle into him, trying to ignore the jolt of pleasure you get when his cock shifts inside of you, the soft intake of breath from underneath you telling you that Chris felt it too, "I'm sorry if I get hard inside you during the night or in the morning."

"You say that like it would be a bad thing." you respond with a giggle to his adorable apology, watching as his eyes go wide with realization.

"You mean..."

"I mean you have my full permission to fuck me awake tomorrow morning," you swear you can feel his cock twitch inside of you at your words.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" his slight hesitance warms your heart

"I trust you, Chris," you reassure him, leaning down to kiss him one final time before resting your head on his chest.

"Get some sleep, sweetheart." he pretty whispers before pressing a kiss to your forehead and settling into his pillows, and you barely hear his final words before sleep claims the both of you, "You're gonna need it."

When Chris wakes the next morning he's relieved to feel actual warmth flowing through his veins, the icy remnants of the stupid game he had played long forgotten by the nerves in his body. He feels so warm, almost cocooned by the feeling and that's when he remembers what you had said last night.

His eyes slowly open at the memory, and his heart warms at the sight of you asleep on top of him. You look so peaceful, completely fast asleep with your body wrapped around him like a koala. It's almost enough for him to convince himself to let you sleep a little longer. But then your hips shift as you move in your sleep. It's not a big movement, but it's enough to create friction with his hardening cock inside of you, causing you to whimper in your sleep and Chris to lose all thought of letting you sleep any longer.

He can feel your wetness coating him, letting him know that you're more than ready for him to start moving. It was different, feeling himself hardening inside of you. It wasn't something that he had experienced before, but feeling it now, feeling the way he grew to fill you so perfectly and stretch you so deliciously, was an indescribable pleasure that he knew he would be begging for again and again.

Ever so slowly, he raises his hips to meet yours, thrusting in until he's fully buried in your heat before withdrawing, only to fill you again. The whimper you make in your sleep as he hits your sweet spot drives him insane, and he slowly starts to pick up pace until he's rocking his hips into you at a steady rhythm. The position he has you in is nice. It feels so intimate, the feeling of you on top of him as he slowly buries himself inside you over and over again. He loved the feeling of taking you softly and sweetly like this, holding you close as you began to stir from your sleep and whispering praises into your ear.

"Mmmm." you whimper, your eyes fluttering open to meet his as you awake fully, the pleasure he's giving you almost too much to handle in this newly awake state, "Chris." you moan out, clenching down on him as he holds you tight to him.

"Mornin' baby." he moans out his words as he continues the gentle rock of his hips into you, "How'd you sleep?"

"G-good, oh fuck!" you bury your head in the crook of his neck

"That feel good?" he asks with a smirk, not even needing your response to know the answer, the clench of your core around his cock with each thrust proof of just how good he's making you feel, "you were so good to me last night, sweetheart, keepin' me warm inside your little pussy. Wanna make you feel good now, want you to cum all over my cock."

"Fuck!" you gasp, his words and the repeated brush of the tip of his cock over your most sensitive spots sending you hurtling towards the edge faster with every passing second, "I'm gonna- oh god."

"That's it sweetheart, cum for me." he encourages, curling his hips in just the right way and holding you tight to him as you fall over the edge into nirvana.

His hands run their way up and down the bare skin of your back, mapping and memorizing every part of your body that he loves so much. Chris continues to fuck you through your orgasm, not slowing down in the slightest as he chases his own release. The whimpers coming from you from the overstimulation only push him closer to the edge, and you know just how to tip him over.

"Cum inside me, baby." you purr in his ear before gently nipping his earlobe, smirking as his hips immediately stutter and you feel him fill you with warmth. After how cold he had felt inside you the night before, the warm feeling of his cum coating your insides, dripping out around his cock and down your thighs, was a welcome feeling. It felt nice to be wrapped in his warmth, to have his warmth inside of you as you came down from your highs together.

"How're you feeling this morning baby?" you ask softly when you've finally regained your breath, your fingers coming up to stroke through his hair soothingly as the two of you bask in the afterglow of your lovemaking.

"Warmer," he replies with a laugh, smiling up at you in a way that makes you feel like the only other person in the world, "I think that was the best I've ever slept."

"Mm, I liked it too." you admit, pressing a soft kiss to his lips and smiling into the kiss, "Having you inside me all night, feeling you so close. It was so comforting.""

"Maybe we can do it again sometime?" Chris' arms wrap tightly around you, pulling you tight into his embrace as you snuggle into him, his softened cock still resting deep inside of you.

"If it's going to end up like this every morning then we can do it every single night if you want." you kiss him again, enjoying the little corner of the world that had just been reserved for the two of you this morning.

A comfortable silence fills the room as the two of you lovingly caress the other. Chris' fingers dancing along your spine as you draw pictures with your fingertips on his chest and shoulders, just enjoying the feeling of being so close to him. So warm and cozy in the bed that you don't intend to leave for the rest of the day.

it had been months — sebastian stan

sebastian stan x fem!reader

word count: 4,401 words

summery: it had been nine months since you and your first real long term boyfriend broke up. but as they say, time makes the heart grow fonder … and it also made the lust build up.

warnings: angst, smut, thigh riding, cheating, kind of a breeding kink at the end, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

a/n: i have never actually posted a whole thing on here before, so i hope this goes well. i know my writing can improve, but it’s pretty good i would say. enjoy!

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notes: this one has been in my drafts....forever. never really liked it too much but fuck it. maybe i can redeem it in a part 2??? this is more of a prologue if anything. idk we'll see. happy reading!

pairing: modern!steve rogers x reader, former!bucky barnes x reader, bucky barnes x natasha romanoff

concept: bucky was all you'd ever cared about, wanting him more than anyone. until he comes along, showing what it actually means to love someone. welcome to heaven in hiding.

warnings: 18+, sexual content, jealous!reader, bucky being a dick, soft!steve, heavy angst, steve is a funny lil shit at the end

wc: 3.9k

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It felt unbearable to be here. Watching how fondly she still looked at him, after all this time, not missing a beat. It was suffocating, surrounding you by a sea of water and having no other option than to drown. Greedily, his love swallowing you up in your entirety.

He did really try to dodge her looks of longing but still, even now he felt the pull to her. It didn’t really matter how long they were absent from each others’ lives.

As you sat next to him, you could feel him slipping from your grasp. Far beyond your control, way out of your depth, he was falling. Deep down, you couldn’t really blame him. The pictures you’d seen of her did no justice, she was truly a vision. Much brighter than you would ever glow and it made you wonder if what he spoke just a few hours ago still held meaning.

Not to mention, she seemed to be as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside. Making you grow even more envious of her.

Sure, she had broken his heart but it wasn’t beyond forgiveness. She had simply put herself before the relationship and if you had been in her shoes you could imagine yourself doing the same. All she wanted was a better future for herself, at least it’s what he had told you.

Now sitting here you couldn’t stop thinking about how she looked at him with admiration and love laced in her eyes. Truly, if she still wanted him in her arms there was nothing stopping her.

Surely, not you. You two seemed to live on two different planes of beauty and hers was the kind you dream of having but only have a very little probability of obtaining. With her ruby hair and glossy lips, tempting nearly everyone around her to the way she carried herself and spoke to you like you were the only person she was invested in.

It wasn’t difficult to see why he spoke of her so much. You would, too.

You tried to enjoy the wonderfully prepared meal Pepper and Tony had made, well mainly Pepper. It was delicious, but your senses had gone bitter and it had nothing to do with the food.

You weren’t sure when you started to drift off, maybe it was when Bucky began looking at Natasha like she hung each and every constellation in the sky. Or maybe it’s when you heard her melodic laugh when Bucky delivered the punchline.

It was like Steve, Wanda, and Thor didn’t exist. The lovely couple in their own little bubble, speaking in a language only the two of them understood. Utterly and completely unaware of any and all of their surroundings.

“You okay?” Steve questioned, placing his hand on top of your hand, giving it a small squeeze. Discreetly and under the table away from prying eyes.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I think I just need some air.” You weren’t sure what could remove the nothingness inside of you, but maybe some space would provide some comfort.

You felt like your heart had been ripped out right in front of you, again. He said he wouldn’t do it again, that he wanted to be with you, but all she had to do was come to town and he’d been chasing her just like he always did.

Excusing yourself you dipped out until you were out on the back patio. Alone to just think and mull over any little thing that should have tipped you off, but didn’t. You let it slide on, blinded by how much you thought you loved him.

You weren’t left in the peaceful night long, until Steve was joining you with two wine glasses in one hand and a bottle of red in the other.

“You looked like you could use a glass or two.” Steve gibed carefully. “I’m just using your sour mood as an excuse to escape from the party.” You were about to object when a full glass of wine was shoved into your grasp.

“I’m not in a sour mood. I’m just swell.” You spoke before taking a big swing of the drink, nearly emptying it’s contents, sending it barreling down your throat.

“Sure, honey. Just like the green monster isn’t oozing out of you.” You found yourself intentionally growling at him, just a little agitated of the truth he spoke.

The absolute audacity on this man seemed to never end. Whether it helped you or caused more misery than he intended.

“It certainly doesn’t help that she's so goddamn perfect. Was she fucking made in a lab? Jesus Christ.” You were jealous and if Steve already knew there was really no point in hiding it. It was written all over you, the longing look you were giving Bucky all night, desperately wanting to be the one he wanted.

“She’s not perfect, nobody is. Just better at hiding her faults than everybody else.” He said it like it was some known fact. Something you should’ve already known, but insecurities tended to eat you alive. Truthfully, it didn’t help that Bucky acted like Natasha walked on water in his hopeful, gleaming eyes. Stinging you like a bee piercing your soft, plush skin for the first time.

He really loved her. It didn’t matter how many times she messed up, what he felt was all the same — she was the one.

“Really? I don’t buy it. Name one.” Steve perched himself on his knees in front of you, his hands on the armrest of the chair you made yourself comfortable in. “Okay.”

“How about the fact that she loves Bucky just about more than anyone else but she’s too selfish to let him go? Then, for months she leads him on and promises she’ll come home but always leaves him heartbroken.” Steve let it flow all in one breath, as his body rested between your legs.

“Sounds gruesome.” You confessed because it hit a little close to home. “Yeah, it is and he has no right to do the same thing to an angel like you.”

You hated how he was right, truly hated it, but anyone with eyes could see how much Bucky dragged you through the mud. He had a good heart, but it just hadn’t been good to you.

Bucky’s intentions weren’t malicious and it didn’t seem like he was either but it didn’t take away from how much he continued to hurt you. All of the unintended consequences only affected you as he went on with his day.

Over and over, he continued to cause you pain and he didn’t even know it. Or he did and just neglected to acknowledge it. If he did, he’d actually have to deal with just how much he was actually hurting you.

It wasn’t like either one was particularly gunning for the latter, but Steve was. It wasn’t the first time Bucky had left you high and dry whenever the red head, beauty stepped foot into town. Although it was the first time you had a front row seat to the attention she commanded from him.

You both sat there in silence for the moment, taking in the starry night as he rested his cheek against your leg. He began running fingertips up and down your exposed calf, letting him soothe you.

“I’ll keep thinking I’ll be alright. That’ll get over him, but he just keeps pulling me back and jerking me around for his ride and I let him.” If anyone saw you besides Steve, you didn’t think you could handle it but you’re comfortable around him.

He’s continuously been there for you everytime Bucky pushed to the side for her. Always so sweet, so tender, comforting you in his warmth. Never once judging you, always taking the time time to just sit and listen to you.

“I don’t think it’s even about him anymore. I’m just chasing this unattainable moment, just so I fill this void in me. Maybe if he loves me I can love me, too.” Mumbling under your breath, hoping he didn’t hear you.

“Bubba.” You smiled for a second, as his voice dripped in concern. “You don’t need him or what little he can offer. Not when you can love yourself better than anyone else can.” He pulled himself up to his feet, picking you up from the chair until you were surrounded by just him.

“We love you. I love you, so stop listening to those nasty little thoughts, bubs. They’re far from the truth. You are truly amazing, incredibly beautiful, and deserve the absolute world.” With slight pressure from his index, he tilted your chin up, letting your eyes drown in his.

“Don’t expect anything less.” Steve breathed out, before testing the waters. He just held you there, caressing your back as you just sunk in his arms, allowing his warmth to ease your hurt. Just like he’d done so many times before.

Somehow, Steve seemed to know exactly what you need to hear. You didn’t know how he managed to be so wonderful all the time. Maybe you could just stay there forever with him shielding you from every single evil in the world out to get you.

“Can you take me somewhere? This is the last place I want to be.” Steve simply nodded before lacing your hand in his, before making your way back inside.

The moment the two of you stepped foot into the house, it was silent. Everyone looked at the two of you. Steve took notice of the Bucky’s bugged eyes at the joined hands of his two best friends, but knew better than to verbally acknowledge it.

It wasn’t something Steve and you hadn’t done, but never in the prying eyes of Bucky. Thor and Wanda had taken note of it a few times, but never spoke a word about it. Secretly, Wanda hoped it meant something for you, because she could see just how much Steve adored you.

He never spoke a word, so you remained clueless to a feeling he never felt like he had a right to speak on. No matter how strongly he felt, he knew if he confessed, it would do more damage than good.

You had become one of his closest friends in the past few years he’d known you and he wouldn’t jeopardize it for anything. Selfishly, he left you under Bucky’s radar because being your friend was far safer than risking the rejection he was sure would be sent his way.

He knew you were close to cutting Bucky off from your life completely, he just had to wait it out. Natasha being here tonight was the icing on the cake for Steve, because all he had to do was be here for in a way Bucky never could. Not when he was slicing through your heart every time his attention diverted from you to her.

Just because he was stuck in a past love instead of the future and Steve would fully take advantage of it — being there for you in any way you needed.

Regardless of everything, he wanted to — needed to. He couldn’t live with himself if he let you go through the hurt and heartache alone. Not when so many times you had seeked the comfort of him to lean on. Steve would never be one to say no to you.

“Are you leaving, doll?” The endearment Bucky intended to be sweet but left a sour taste in your mouth. More than that, you didn’t miss the way Natasha’s eyes widened slightly at the use of his pet name for you. The one she thought was only reserved for her.

Maybe if he held affection for you like he did earlier today, your heart would be filled to the brim, but he didn't. So, you weren’t. “Yeah, Steve’s going to take me home. I have an early morning tomorrow and I’ve already had a bit too much wine.” Bucky didn’t argue, nodding with a tight lipped smile.

Perhaps his indifference is what made you hurt even more. He didn’t care about anything, not even you with you so closely tangled with Steve. It didn’t have an effect on him because the woman sitting by his side, draped over him held more value than you ever could.

“You sure? I can make sure you get home safely.” Bucky pleaded, but before you could respond Steve did.

“I got it, Buck. I’ll make sure she gets home.” He looked like he wanted to say more but he decided to stay silent as he watched you walk out the door with Steve, hand and hand.

The drive home in the Uber was silent, Steve didn’t say a word, just the weight of his arm holding you close. He took note of how you refused to look at anything but the luminescence of the New York’s city lights captivating your vision.

Even if it hurt Bucky only chose you whenever Natasha wasn’t around you couldn’t help but focus on how hot and heated your body felt with Steve so close to you. Holding you so tightly like he was afraid you would let go.

Perhaps it was a bit shady of you to drape yourself over his childhood best friend whenever he rejected you, but now you were finding yourself finding solace in Steve in everything, like you used to with Bucky. He had become this safe place for you, where you wouldn’t be shamed for how you felt or what you were going through.

Even if he knew how much you were hurting from your own obliviousness to Bucky’s behavior, he always let you find solace in his strong, comforting arms. Always sturdy enough to hold the weight of your hurt and what he was carrying too. Just like tonight.

“He’s never going to love me the way I want him to — like the way he loves her.” It wasn’t a question any longer, it was a stone cold fact. Something you’d tried to ignore over the past year, especially.

Not wanting anything in this moment but him, you laid your head on his chest, his steady heartbeat giving you a sense of peace in the aftermath of your heartbreak. The crisp material of the white button up he was wearing shifted from the weight of you, he didn’t really mind.

“I think it’s time for me to let go of this image I have of him, one he can never live up to and accept him for who he is and where he’s at right now.” Steve nodded, still not saying a word, slipping farther and farther away from you as he let his thoughts consume him entirely.

It’d been happening a lot more lately. This. The close, excruciating intimacy between Steve and the woman he was in love with.

Over the past few months, anytime you were upset about something, you would show up at his doorsteps crashing into him as you wept. Always wanting to be close to him, snuggled up to his side, bleeding your heart out to him, something you hadn’t done with anyone.

Not even Bucky.

Then there was the one kiss on New Years’ Eve a few weeks ago which stayed imprinted on the forefront of his mind. He remembered when he woke up the following morning, he was holding you to his chest, the both of you bodies laced with one another.

He got up before you were there to consciously witness it, but it was all he thought about weeks after. Being that close awoke the need to be near you. It was already there, but now he knew how it felt to hold you in the comfort of his own bed.

It nearly killed him when you woke up, making your way down the stairs from his bedroom, wearing nothing but his boxers and the shirt he wore last night. Steve wasn’t drunk enough to completely forget the whole night, nothing had happened in his room last night. Seeing you, in here, in his apartment, made him think what his life could possibly be like with you here.

If he was ever to be so lucky.

As of yesterday, when you told him Bucky finally wanted to move forward with you, it broke him. Even if he kept his true feelings hidden, he felt you crush his heart with one fatale squeeze. Any particular hope he once had, was diminished into a fantasy far from reality.

The both of you were Steve’s best friends — he had to be happy for you.

Then, Natasha came to town. Storming through Bucky’s heart just like she’s always done. When Steve invited you to the dinner his best friend was trying to keep you from, he knew it could possibly be the last fatale blow to whatever string your relationship with Buck was. Maybe his, too.

Steve knew going after you could mean losing his really good friend, but he simply couldn’t stop himself. Not when you were a pure goddess ascending from above in all of your glory, capturing his heart in every single glance you threw his way. At this point, he didn’t care what it’d cost him.

As long as he had you, it would be worth it.

When the car pulled up to your street, you let your hand glide down his chest, resting on his lower abdomen. Not missing the way his body trembled under your touch, the thin material of his shirt doing nothing to protect him from you — not that he wanted to be anywhere but here.

As soon as those sinful words left your mouth, he knew he was done for.

Perhaps, if the both of you hadn’t been tipsy of the bottle of wine you shared, you wouldn’t feel the urge to invite him up, but he smelled too good and acted too perfect for any other consideration.

“Do you want to come inside, Stevie?” You purred watching the gears switch in his mind. Contemplating if he really should go through with it. Now that it was within his reach, he was becoming hesitant to grab it. You were drunk, he was drunk. Hence the uber and the both of your cars left behind in Tony and Pepper’s driveway.

“I don’t think it’s the best idea for me to go up there, bubs.” Instantly, you pouted. A deep frown etched on your beautiful face. “Why not? I think it would be a wonderful thing. Don’t you?” With one swift movement, you were cupping his crotch, making your intentions more than clear.

The grunt leaving Steve’s mouth was animalistic as he tried to exercise the very little restraint he was holding onto. It seemed to become increasingly difficult as you refused to move your hand away.

“I need you to take care of me and I’ll take care of you.” Finally releasing your grip on him, you exited out of the car and you didn’t have to look back to know he was falling you into the lobby of your apartment building.

After a silent elevator ride, with you tucked into his side you made the walk down the narrow hallway into your home, fidgeting to open the door with Steve’s hands caressing your sides. Carefully watching as you kicked off the painful heels, the bottom of your feet thankful, pulling you deeper into the apartment.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.” You retreated, afraid someone else might turn you down, too. If Steve did, you wouldn’t be able to handle it. He’s been your person you can count on and now you couldn’t imagine your life without him.

Stopping your movement once you reached your bedroom, you were still waiting for his response. Meticulously, he reached for hand before twirling you around your back pressed against his front. Sighing, when his hand dragged up your spine, while the other hung on your waist with his hand pressed against your stomach.

Pushing the thin strap of your velvet dress, letting it fall off your shoulder. Soft, firm lips touching your soft skin, you couldn’t help but lean back into him. Tilting your head back, offering yourself up to him on a silver platter.

His touch felt like heaven and you didn’t think you’d ever want him to leave. Not when you always felt safe wrapped up in his large muscular arms. Never making you question if you felt wanted.

“Right now, my body wants you as badly as it ever has.” Steve confessed while his lips migrated towards your neck, giving you some much needed attention.

“Does it?” You questioned him, losing any other train of thought as let his other hand push the other strap off your shoulder, the slinky dress falling to floor pooling at your feet.

“It does, sweetheart, but it’ll have to wait.” Already pouting like the brat you were, ready to seduce him right into filling you up, just like you brought him here tonight for.

Dropping down to your level, Steve whispers in your ear, “Because when I fuck you just the way your pussy is aching for it won’t be when you’re drunk, princess.” Throwing gasoline on the fire he created, sharply he bit your earlobe, making you moan.

“I’ve thought about this so much, princess. At first, I thought I would take you from behind, but then I wouldn’t see those begging, doe-eyes itching for a release.” You were trembling for him. His filthy words flooding straight to your slick, crying for him already.

“Maybe you’d want to ride me, huh? Do you want to fuck yourself on my fat cock?” At this point, if it was anyone else, you’d be embarrassed if he found out just how wet you were. Your panties are completely ruined because of him.

“I want to ride you so bad, Stevie.” Maliciously, he laughed before giving your clothed pussy a rough slap, causing you to gasp out. Your nails digging themselves into his bicep as you reached for it.

“Well, if you had been a good girl, maybe I’d let you cum on my cock.” You turned around face to face, ready to bruise your knees for him in a heartbeat. In this space and time, you’ve never wanted anyone more.

Harshly, he gripped your chin as his thumb smoothed over your bottom lip, dragging it down so it plumped right back up. “Bucky will be here tomorrow morning, if not tonight. I took his precious little play thing home and he’s not gonna like that one bit.”

“He wants to have his cake and eat it, too. If you want to let him, by all means go right ahead. And if you don’t? You know where I live, princess.” Very much in contrast to the last few minutes, he sweetly kissed your cheek and headed out right back the door without so much as a second glance.

Leaving you with a hell of a lot to process.

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usually don’t reblog fics but honestly i might start now....

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frat!steve au.

series status: ongoing

series summary: frat!steve and y/n are close friends, but the lines are starting to blur. if that isn't confusing enough, enter beryl; a girl who's hell-bent on making steve rogers hers, no matter what it takes.

series warning: frat!steve x fem!reader, frat!bucky x reader (platonic), frat!sam x reader (platonic), fluff, angst, smut, mature themes.

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just thought i’d share this masterpiece with everyone

METHOD ACTING MASTERLIST

18+

frat!steve au.

series status: ongoing

series summary: frat!steve and y/n are close friends, but the lines are starting to blur. if that isn't confusing enough, enter beryl; a girl who's hell-bent on making steve rogers hers, no matter what it takes.

series warning: frat!steve x fem!reader, frat!bucky x reader (platonic), frat!sam x reader (platonic), fluff, angst, smut, mature themes.

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Wandavision:✅

Falcon and the winter soldier:✅ (captain america actually:) )

Loki:❌

call me by y/n

simultaneously i never want to think about this again but i will also never stop talking about it