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Summary: From this ask:  i read your deadcrush miniseries and ig i got caught in the feels and love the way you write 💛 i was wondering if you could write something bucky x y/n where she’s younger but they’re in a stable relationship and she becomes pregnant? like she‘s happy and excited but bucky is kinda worried bc of his genes, past, etc.

Pairings: Reader/ Bucky

A/N: So sorry this took like five months! 2.5k words. Fluff with a little cussing involved.

“How do you feel about the color orange?”

It’s a Friday night in the tower, almost bedtime when you embark of a journey of questions, carefully placed breadcrumbs for Bucky.

“I feel… fine?”

“Light orange or dark orange?”

“What’s dark orange look like? A dirty penny?”

“Light orange it is.” You scrunch your nose at the thought of painting a room the shade he’s imagining.

“What for?”

You shrug.

When you both brush your teeth, you take glance at him in the mirror, eyes trailing from his brow to his chin, attentive to the way his nose slopes and his jaw cuts. Jesus, you’d be lucky if–

Bucky mutters from behind a mouthful of toothpaste suds, “What is it?”

After four years it makes sense that he would be able to figure out when you’re keeping thoughts to yourself. He’s in your head, Bucky Barnes. Even when he’s not there, you’re thinking of him. Every second of the day, really. It’s Bucky breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and all other hours, too. It makes you a little bewildered with joy that you can feel so much for a single person.

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I Feel You || smut with Reader, Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes

Words: 2055

Warnings: SMUT!

Author: Rouge

A/N: Hi. Beast had inspired me to write this little smut and I have to admit it was a great fun for me to write it. Also, I was listening to the song with a nice climate (it's my subjective opinion of course). Schiller - I feel you ♥

That night I went out, trying to get rid of all my problems, trying to forget about them. Plan was simple - get out to have a drink in local bar, maybe dance a bit and then come back to home. And I almost accomplished all things I had on my list. ALMOST. I was sitting at the bar, in my tight black dress I used to wear only for special occasions. But hell, wasn't it a special occasion that I wanted to get drunk to forget about that fucking asshole he used to call himself my boyfriend and who had slept with my best friend? For me it was enough as a reason. I had my red high hills on along with red leather jacket on my shoulders. What? I wanted to look classy. Yes, I can agree that I might look a bit like a cheap slut, but let's be honest - every single girl has something from a slut deep inside. It might be wild fantasies or the way you are dealing with your sexuality, wearing strong makeup or defiant clothes. Sometimes you're doing it subconsciously, sometimes taking all responsibility for that. But yes. You want to look good and to make men lose their heads for you. So did I. When I was drinking my fourth glass of whiskey with cola, I felt someone was watching me. I gently looked around above my shoulder and I saw two men I was not expecting to meet in such place. Steven Grant Rogers and James "Bucky" Barnes. I send them a brief smile and I returned to sipping on my alcohol. I still could feel their eyes on me. Hell, it was kinda... Exciting. I felt how fast I was getting drunk. But suddenly my heart stopped within second. It was when I felt a rough hand on my tight. "I feel you" strong voice whispered straight into my ear. His hot breath hit back of my neck and I shivered slightly, feeling how excitement was growing in me. I bit my lover lip and held my breath for few seconds. Few moments later I felt a pair of heated lips on my neck and I let out a quiet moan. I turned my head a bit to look at my left side. I saw how Bucky was taking seat next to me at the one of high bar chairs. "What are ya doin' here alone, little one?" I heard same voice, which I have heard earlier. I knew it was no one else but Steve Rogers. Captain America himself. "I'm having a nice evening" I smirked. I cursed myself in my thoughts for that statement. It sounded like a confession of a frustrated teenager. "Oh, are ya?" Bucky laughed loudly, finishing his drink and putting his glass on the counter. "It's not a safe place, especially for such a cutie." I looked into his pale blue eyes and gave a little nod. "Maybe. But I'm a brave girl." I saw, how they exchanged glances between each other. Second later I felt Steve's chin on my bare shoulder. It scratched a bit because of his beard. "Mind to end this evening with us?" he asked, ending his sentence by leaving a kiss on my earlobe. "You won't regret it, sweetheart." I didn't want to admit it in front of myself then, but his deep voice, the way he was talking and the touch of his hand on my thigh just made me wet. I only nodded, biting on my lower lip again. "Tell us your name, babe" Bucky reached his metal hand towards me and ran his metal fingers through my hair. "Y/N" I said quietly, almost whispering. "Y/N.... Perfect name for such a cutie.." Steve murmured deeply, his lips still were on the back of my neck.

 "Thanks, boys" I chuckled softly, closing my eyes while I was finishing my whiskey. "You won't ask for our names, huh?" Steve's hand traveled up my thigh and after a while I felt like his fingers have been slipped under satin material of my dress. I hummed lovingly. I good knew he could easily tell by reactions of my body, that I was turned on. All my muscles were tensed at that moment. "I don't have to ask. I know you. Both of you" my voice was nothing more but a whisper. "James Barnes" I looked at Bucky, "and Steve Rogers" I moved my hand to briefly ran my fingers along Steve's hand, which was still resting on my thigh. "Well, well" Bucky smirked, slipping his metal fingers into his hair. "As I see we're recognizable up here, pal" Bucky's blue eyes slided over upper part of my body to stop at Steve's steel one. Cap sighed deeply, I felt the smell of strong cognac on my cheek. "So, how it's gonna be, babygirl?" Bucky leaned over to me and he placed a short kiss on my lips, without any signs of hesitation. I didn't protest at all, just improved my position a bit. I didn't care if anyone was watching. I didn't pay attention to jealous gazes. I didn't want anything else but to go out of the bar and get laid with them. It was my main goal. I gave kiss back, as disjointed as it was. I gasped for air, because Bucky left me breathless after that little kiss. I wanted more. I was a bit drunk. But I didn't care. I grabbed Bucky by a collar of his leather jacket and I pulled him closer to me, then I slowly kissed his hot lips, enjoying the roughness of his beard at my face. I decided to be more like a real coquette, so I let my tongue to be slipped into his mouth boldly, and after his humming I could tell he liked that. At the same time I moaned quietly as I felt strong hand moving up my inner thigh and second later I felt skillful fingers, which were playing with my lacy panties. They have been slipped under material and I had to control myself from groaning. I was still kissing Bucky, my hand has been placed at one of his knees, I had to support my body balance somehow and it was the most effective way to do so. Bucky's tongue was happily dancing with mine as Steve's fingers were making little circles around my yet dripping pussy. When we ended the kiss, I felt Steve's hand on my cheek. He forced me to turn my head to him so he could taste my lips too. His kiss was strong and full of passion. I moaned quietly in his lips when I felt like his fingers have been taken away from my pussy. Steve looked at me and slowly but surely he placed his fingers which he used to play with me into his mouth. Blonde man briefly licked over them, smiling at his friend. "C'mon. Don't waste our time" Bucky winked at Steve and they both got off their chairs. "Shall we, babe?" Bucky glanced at me. He didn't have to repeat twice. "Sure" I also got up and took my little bag from the counter. "Lead the way, guys."

The air was stifling. Sweltering. Hazy with the aura of sex. The frenzied gagging, slapping, and squelching along with animalistic growls, deep groans and hoarse mewls resonated deafeningly through the otherwise silent compound. The scent of my flowing arousal and the sounds of our carnal lust overflowed from the confines of the room’s four walls; anyone on this side of the building would all but see our frantic coupling. My skin was damp. Dewy. Saturated with moisture from my own body as well as the two frames I was crushed between. Saliva, sweat and slick. Perspiration dripped from the hair that hung over Steve’s forehead. It ran down Bucky’s neck, trickling through every crevice of his chiseled chest and abdomen. With every push and pull, their fluids fell to mingle with my own. Spittle was forced from my mouth with each plunge of Steve’s length into my mouth. His hand clamped firmly onto the back of my neck, and every time he pushed himself into my throat, more cascaded down my chin and neck. Bucky’s thick shaft drove into me at a turbulent pace as his metal fingers rolled my clit, and my pleasure seeped down my thighs. The pain was present. Perfect. Clouding my mind and overwhelming my senses. The effort to keep from being choked on Steve’s member stole my breath. Bucky’s girth stretched my walls and ground deep against my cervix, making my body thrash each time he sunk himself fully inside me. Each powerful drive of his hips forced me into Steve, nearly strangling me on his cock. Their grips were unforgiving. Both of Steve’s hands fisted my hair. Bucky’s fingers dug into my shoulder. My roots strained and bruises formed on my skin as they played tug of war with my body. It was so much. But not enough. It was never enough. The end was furious. Ferocious. Bucky and Steve dragging me with them as they ravenously chased the gratification of their insatiable hunger. Steve achieved his high first. His heaving breaths became strained warnings. “Ah… ah, fuck! I’m gonna cum.. Shit! Shit, oh God…!” His cock throbbed against my tongue and released spurt after spurt of thick cum down my throat. He slumped forward, one bulging arm supporting his weight, and his other hand held my neck unrelentingly until I had swallowed all he had given me. “Shit! Good girl. Such a good, good girl..” he groaned as he continued to convulse above me. Finally he fell back onto his haunches, although his fingers remained in my hair, stroking gently as I gasped for air. The moans now fell unrestricted from my lips as Bucky neared his end, his thrusts becoming more savage. “Buck, flip her over.” Bucky ignored him momentarily, his head falling backward as he gripped my hips and pulled me back onto his length mercilessly. My arms came out from under me. “Bucky. TURN HER OVER” Captain Rogers commanded again. A feral growl ripped from Bucky’s throat as he wrenched himself from me. He stepped off the bed and yanked me to the edge by my ankle, leaving yet another bruise. Before I could draw another breath I was rolled onto my back with my legs hooked over Bucky’s forearms. He grasped my hips, burying himself deep inside my pulsating cunt. He was close. The brutal snaps of his hips became erratic, his eyes squeezed closed and his mouth fell open. Steve fell beside me. His fingers went to my bundle of nerves, pinching, rolling, circling. His beautiful lips pulled my nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting. My back arched off the bed and every muscle contracted. Bucky moaned in response. “Oh God… Hell… Fuck, fuck babe!” His guttural cries and his hot release spilling into me were enough. I lost myself to the ecstasy, screaming both their names for anyone to hear. "Bucky! Steve!" I was only able to cry their names, desperately. Steve slid his fingers into my clenching cunt and drew every last euphoric tremor from my body as Bucky continued to pulse within me. I shuddered one final time as they both slipped from me, leaving me empty but completely fulfilled. My eyes languidly drifted closed as Steve pulled my lips to his own. He brushed his fingers over my cheek as he softly brought me back to reality. Bucky fell to his knees at the foot of the bed. His thumbs danced over my hip bones and he placed faint kisses across my stomach as he knelt there, thanking me. I basked in the satisfied exhaustion, relishing in their caresses. I felt Steve move behind me, and I hummed as he hoisted me up, resting my back against his hard chest. My head lolled to the side and his tongue trailed up my neck. Hot breath blew over my dripping folds before Bucky’s teeth nipped at my inner thigh, scratching my smooth skin with his rough beard.

 I closed my eyes, smiling softly.

 I knew it will be a long night. And fuck. I have wanted it to last forever.