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Almost Real

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Prompt: “So you know how Tony Stark is high tech person right? What if one day he comes in telling the Avengers he installed a system in their bedrooms (for some reason idk) that basically give realistic hologram. So he demonstrates and the reader is internally freaking out and politely asks if it’s already working and obviously he says ‘yes’ so she runs to her room while telling F.R.I.D.A.Y. to have her room door open. And they hear her slam her door, and once inside she’s just spends the day with holograms reenacting moves with wrestlers, and they pass by her room and all they hear is giggling. And one day she comes in to her room and she thinks she left the hologram on and it won’t leave so she goes to touch it and turns out they’re real and turns out Tony hired them for her birthday” [Do you have a top three/four wrestlers?] “Right now it’s Finn Balor, Elias Samson and between Baron Corbin and Roman Reigns. Thank you so much! 😘 ” – @theangelsfightwithdevils  

Warnings/Promises: fluff (?Is that what this is?), wrestling violence (for entertainment, not with malice)

Word Count: 1450

Note: When this came in, I was so excited! I couldn’t keep a smile off my face as ideas started to run wild. Or the entire time I was writing this. Thank you so much, sweetie, for sending this in. Hopefully, this is as wonderful as the fantastic imagination you have! For anybody else who has an idea, my requests are open, and all of my tag lists. Please enjoy this fic and share it along if you liked it!

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“Alrighty, everybody gather ‘round.” Tony fiddled with a board filled with knobs and a keyboard. “I think we’re all pretty tired of sparring each other, right?”

There were several nodding heads. Except for Bucky and Natasha.

“You two don’t count,” Sam said. “Nobody can beat you.”

“Not our fault.”

“Right,” Nat punched Sam’s shoulder. “Means you need to train more.” You giggled with Wanda as he scoffed. Peter muttered something about having his back, which only made you two laugh louder. 

Tony harrumphed and frowned. Steve directed the attention back to him with a chuckle. “Thanks, Cap. Somebody name someone you’d like to fight. From Earth,” he added, pointing at Thor. “I’ll add interdimensional persons later.”

Steve took the bait. “Robert Stanbard.” He grinned as Bucky stifled a laugh. “He was the guy who played Hitler in the war bonds show.” He hastily took a pair of gloves Tony tossed in his face.

Tony typed a few things before pressing a bright green button. Beams of light circled the room. They spun like Star Trek transporter beams in front of Steve. Stanbard flickered to life from the boots up. He blinked and looked around before honing in on Steve. The false mustache twitched and his raised a fist. His head snapped back as Steve beat him to it.

“Two hundred and three, right?” Bucky clapped Steve on the back while Clint rushed forward to ask about fighting Bruce Lee. But when he went to hit the hologram, his hand went through the light.

“Oh, you’re going to need these.” Tony took the gloves back from Steve and strapped Clint into a thin vest. “Using Princess Shuri’s kinetic dampener from her Black Panther suit, I’ve altered that to face inwards. Combined with the communication between the board and the suit, when you get hit you’ll feel it, and vise versa. Everybody’s already got a suit in their rooms.”

Your ears perked up. “Is the system installed in the main rooms, or-“

“It’s in every room.” Tony beamed, proud of himself. “That way if you need something to beat up, but don’t want to go all the way to the training room, you can stay in. Cool, huh?”

Doing your best to hide your excitement, you stepped towards the hall. “Is it up and running everywhere? Now?”

Tony turned towards the board to fiddle. “Yeah. The effects work better in the training room because it can adapt to any environment, but it is functional in every-“

You didn’t hear anything else as you sprinted toward your room. Nat and Wanda shared a knowing look as you shouted at Friday to have your door open. Once it slammed shut, you rushed toward the new panel on your wall and got to work. Hours later, all anyone could hear from your room was crashing and giggling.

“What’cha gonna do, Baron?” The hologram of Baron Corbin rushed at you. Running the opposite direction, you bounced off the trampoline you’d sat against your wall and used the momentum to jump over him. You barely cleared him, and he got you with a clothesline a second later. From the floor, you groaned. “What else do you have?”

The hologram Baron didn’t answer. Tony didn’t want there to be any accidental calls to Friday. Nor did he want the ability to talk to possibly help the holograms should there be another robot take-over. Technically it was Bruce’s idea, but Tony took the credit per usual.

After a week or two, the hype had died down a little. Most usually just went to the training room, which besides being programmed with an adaptable floor and climate control, also dealt with the smell of a bunch of Avengers training. Still, you liked getting to fight different wrestlers in your afternoons. Occasionally you’d forget to turn off the board, but usually Friday took care of that. One of the several upgrades Tony was obsessed with.

You shook your head after passing the main lounge room. Maybe you’d been wrestling too much. You could have sworn that was Baron Corbin talking to some of the team. It was probably just a visitor. There were bunches of those.

“Oh. Hi, Roman,” you chirped. The hologram didn’t reply back. Still, you moved closer. If this was another upgrade, Tony had made a fantastic improvement. You couldn’t see through him, and you swore you could see him breathing, something the holograms didn’t do before. Reaching out, you tested the upgrade to see if you could feel it without the gloves. His torso didn’t give. With a smile, you gave his arms a light squeeze. “Dang, Tony has really outdone himself. You feel almost real.”

“Almost?” Roman chuckled.

You gasped and stepped back into attack position.

Roman raised his hands in self-defense. “Sorry, didn’t mean to alarm you. But, uh, surprise. And happy birthday, Y/N.” He beamed as realization crossed your face.

“Seriously?”

“Yes.”

You jumped and gave him a hug, releasing him a second later. “Sorry. Um, thank you. How-?”

“I’m supposed to tell you…” he looked off in false thought, “that I’m to be your guide to the training room? I think you might actually have to do the guiding.” He took your arm and walked with you.

As soon as the doors slid open, the team yelled out ‘surprise’ and rushed to be the first to hug you. But you were distracted. Just past everyone, you saw three more familiar faces.

“I did see you in the lounge!” You rushed over to Baron, who was talking to Tony.

“Yeah, and about ruined your surprise. Sorry.” Baron shook your hand and moved to the side so Finn Balor and Elias Samson could step into view. “Mr. Stark tells us you are a fan of the WWE?”

You blushed. “Yeah. I am. But how did-“

Tony glanced over his shoulder. “Wanda and Nat spilled the beans. They also spilled your favorite kind of cake, ice cream, and your dream to wrestle in the WWE. Since you’re part of the team, that last part might be difficult. But I figured this was close enough and pulled a few strings.” Tony spun you around fast enough to make you dizzy. When you came to a stop, you saw the squared circle set up in the middle of the room.

“You didn’t?” You wrapped your arms around his waist, then did the same to Nat and Wanda. “Thank you all. This… this is the best thing I would have never thought to even ask for.”

A large mass moved past you and into the ring. The lights dimmed to just one in the center. You descended into laughter as Elias and his guitar were illuminated. He led everyone in singing you ‘happy birthday.’ He glared at Tony for being incredibly off-key. Roman kept you from hiding your face in your hands. Elias sang one of the songs from his album, then stopped abruptly. “Now that’s over, where’s the cake?”

Vision brought it out. Finn tried to hang back, but Baron tugged him forward. “One slice isn’t going to kill you. Or ruin your figure.”

Finn grumbled but licked his lips when you made the first cut. “Fine. But just a tiny piece. Thank you.”

After the food had settled a bit, the inevitable challenge came up. You were named the wrestling captain for the Avengers, and you picked Steve, Clint, Natasha, and yourself to go against the four of them. From there, there were several mixed teams like Sam and Finn versus Baron and Bucky. A surprising Baron versus Peter, who did not use his web shooters, but did acrobatics around the ring that made Finn smile like a child with new Legos. Also Thor and Roman against Elias and Wanda, which was dubbed ‘The Match for Best Hair.’ The team that won then fought themselves with the winner accepting a small trophy Tony 3D printed during the match.

Vision was referee for the whole time. Rhodey found a mic, thanks to Friday, announcing the matches and friendly insulting Tony every chance he got. Bruce even took a turn in a singles match with Finn before they sat out to discuss the duality of man and themselves.

You fought with and against each of them as many times as you could. Taking a spear? Fantastic. Deep-Six? You would gladly take seven. Coup de Gras and the Halo Powerbomb? Oh hell yes. They never seemed to run out of energy. Not that the matches really went on very long, mainly they were just showing off move-sets real and made up on the spot.

You had to stop the party yourself. “They’ve got wrestling to do on Monday. We can’t wear them out.”

The last thing that happened for the night was a giant picture with everyone standing in the ring. Or, in Clint’s case, perched on a ring post like a sharp-eyed gargoyle. You stood dead center between your favorite wrestlers and surrounded by your closest friends.

*I assumed T’Challa would have to stay in Wakanda. But you can bet your ass that he flew the whole roster over so he could fight the Big Dog, Lone Wolf and anybody else who dared. And Okoye and Nakia teaming with Nat and Wanda versus the Four Horsewomen? Well… you can just imagine that. 

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Tag List and Request Options

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In general fandom tag options, there are DC, Marvel, Supernatural, and WWE.

For Characters tag lists: 

  DC: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, and Jason Todd 

  Marvel: Bucky Barnes, Erik Killmonger, Kevin Ford, Loki, Steve Rogers, and Ulysses Klaue

  Supernatural: Dean and Sam Winchester, Castiel, and Lucifer

  WWE: 205 Live, Baron Corbin, Buddy Murphy, Cesaro, Elias Samson, Finn Balor, Jack Gallagher, Mojo Rawley, Neville, Noam Dar, Roman Reigns, Sami Zayn, Samoa Joe, Sheamus, Tommaso Ciampa, and either Uso.

I can write more characters as they are requested (like I have for Elliot Spencer, Eggsy Unwin, Sherlock, Tim McGee, and Tony DiNozzo).  

Please let me know at any time if you would like to be added to a tag list. (By request or personal message.) And you can request a fic about anyone on this too! You don’t have to be shy. My only uncrossable lines are underage readers (18+ only) underaged characters, ships, or cheating. I try to write for you guys as much as I write for me. 

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Come Back to Me

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It was supposed to be an easy mission. But when it explodes in the reader’s face, literally, the life flashing before the reader’s eyes is only the best moments.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: PWP, Angst, mission gone wrong, bodily harm, blood, mentions/ideas of death/dying, sad Steve, fluff

Word Count: 1920

Note: This is super angsty and fluffy. There is no one without the other, so get ready for pain. If I tore your heart out, please leave a comment and reblog. Tag lists and requests are open too! Now please enjoy.

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“Cap, something is wrong.”

Those were the last words you said before the formerly silent junkyard was suddenly filled with gunfire. You ducked behind a pile of iron beams. The cover wasn’t going to be good enough in a few seconds as Hydra came spilling out of every nook and cranny. One rounded the corner and aimed for you, but she missed as you scurried up the slight hill to the next bit of cover. From your new spot, you watched in confusion as a trio of Hydra agents struggled to carry a hunk of machinery covered with a tarp.

“Anyone got eyes on the 3 stooges?” Tony’s voice crackled in your earpiece. Looking up, you saw him dodging grenade launchers.

“I’ve got them. If anyone can get me cover, I’d appreciate it.” You ran after the group. You hoped they wouldn’t look back to see you until the last possible moment. Still, you hugged every hollowed car and pile of metal to ensure success.

One of the group stumbled just as they reached the peak cleared of excess junk. While the other two fixed the machine into place, the third saw you and pulled his weapon. You zigged and zagged, flinching as a bullet hit the ground next to your ankle. He gave a shout as you tackled him, finally alerting the other two. One came to help their comrade while the other began to turn on the machine. This one had a knife, though he didn’t last much longer once you disarmed him.

You only made it a few steps before a loud whirring began. The following blast sent you flying back, making you arch as you collided with another pile of beams. But you could still move, even if a little bit slower. The third Hydra agent was laying on her stomach beneath the glowing pulse shooting out over the junkyard and into the sky. She made eye contact and reached for the control panel again.

The agent began typing a command, so you took that time to ascend the last bit and wrestling the woman away from the machine. Overhead dark clouds rumbled and flashed with green light. The woman flipped you onto your back and wrapped her hands around your throat. From her position, you were stuck underneath with nowhere to go unless she made a mistake. As your vision started to fade, she tightened one hand and reached the other up to the machine. You jutted your hips up to throw her off balance. She shrieked as her hand spread across the panel, pushing the wrong buttons.

The panel turned red and started to flash.

With a string of curses, the woman punched you hard on your jawline and ran down the hill.

“It’s going to blow, team,” you coughed. “Find cover.” There wasn’t time to disarm it, but you hoped you had enough time to crawl away to the hollowed car further down the slope.

You didn’t.

The gunfire and sounds over the com receded past the ringing point as the machine gave the sky one last burst of white light. You went spinning through the air as the concussive blast exploded outwards. Faintly you felt pieces of the machine scraping across your skin, then searing pain in your chest. Your vision went dark.

“Hold still!” Steve laughed as you pulled a petulant face. “Come on, Y/N. If you don’t stop fidgeting I won’t be able to finish the sketch.”

“I thought you were faster than this,” you moaned. Despite your complaining, you resolved your body to stay still with a huff. “Why are we doing this again?”

Steve grinned and continued drawing. “I believe you said something along the line of ‘draw me like one of your French girls.’ I don’t think I’ve ever actually drawn a French girl, but when it comes to you, perfection demands perfection. So, hold still; I’m almost done.”

You fought off a different kind of moan as Steve bit his bottom lip. His brow was creased with concentration. Every once in a while, you saw his blue eyes as he looked up to your posed form, then back to the paper. He smudged some of the charcoal with his pinkie, tilting his head to get the shading just right.

“Okay. Yes.” Steve stood and walked to sit on the edge of the couch next to you. It looked like less of a sketch and more like a black and white photograph with slightly blurry edges. “I still don’t think I got perfect-“

“It’s wonderful Steve.”

The praise brought a light pink into the tops of his cheeks. He gave your forehead a lingering kiss and moved to continue down to your lips. But your stomach growled.

“Seriously?” You fell back into the throw pillows and couldn’t help but chuckle. “You did interrupt the idea of dinner.”

“I guess I did. But I wanted to capture the image of you just like this.”

“I really need to teach you how to use a camera.”

“But if I did, then…” The doorbell rang. “…then the pizza I called for while grabbing my stuff wouldn’t have had time to get here.”

You leaned up to kiss him. “You’re wonderful, you know that.”

“Always good to hear. Grab the plates? I’ve got the rest.”

“Has anyone got eyes on Y/N?” Steve’s voice was tinged with the frantic hope he could find you. The junkyard was on fire and anything metal hit by the blast was glowing with the same green light as the sky.

“The last I saw her she was close to the machine,” Tony replied.

Steve thanked him and headed in your direction.

Nat caught the basketball you passed. She dribbled it for a few steps, then threw it back to you for the point. You both gave a crow of victory while Steve and Bucky groaned. The two-on-two was first to spell ‘agent’ scoring on the opposite team to decide which team was going to write up the paperwork for the next three missions. So far, the guys had ‘a’ and ‘g’ while you and Nat only had ‘t’ to go.

“You know,” Bucky said, “if we get stuck with the paperwork, you guys will complain. Can’t cuddle, watch a movie and write.”

“Perhaps,” you said, eyeing Nat.

“But we’ve got that worked out. I’ve got a friend coming in to teach the two of us belly dancing.”

With a giggle, you two began to undulate your hips. The guys shared a look.

“So, do we want to lose or not?” Steve’s gaze came back to your hips. “Either way we win in the end. No paperwork or private dances?”

Bucky sucked in a breath as Nat curled her fingers at him. “If you two had told us the plan earlier, we could have made it easier to for you to win.”

You both snorted. “No you couldn’t,” you said in unison.

“Fine.” Bucky motioned for the ball and you all got into position. “For all the marbles.”

Bucky faked to Steve, but Nat saw through him and stole the ball. You twisted behind Steve and caught her toss. A second later you tossed it back so she could score. The guys didn’t seem to put out by their loss.

“Like Bucky said,” Steve panted, “either way we were going to win in the end.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“Are you sure?” You backed away from him while swaying your hips. “I might save my first demonstration for that Hydra banker I’m supposed to distract. Have fun filling out that paperwork.” You squealed as Steve ran after you.

“Get back here,” he growled. He caught you easily and whispered into your ear, “your wiles are for my eyes only. You wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“Get a room!” Nat called out. It never failed to make Steve blush, despite the hot warning just seconds before.

“We will,” you said. “Got to use up all the hot water too with our win.”

“No!” the guys groaned. You and Nat laughed, sharing the look agreeing to leave them a little.

“She’s not here, no, wait. I think I see her.” Steve shaded his eyes against the flames. The blast had crushed the junk into the former paths through the yard, creating a wrangled metal wall around the blast zone. Through a gap in the metal, he saw a huddled form slumped on the opposite side of the circle. His com crackled.

“Steve,” you croaked.

“I’m on my way, Y/N.” He stepped back to look at the wall for hand and footholds. “Hang on.”

“Steve. Steeeeve.” You scooted closer to him, sighing in pleasure as his body heat washed over you. He inhaled deeply and wiggled further under the blankets. “Steve, baby. It’s morning.” You ran your finger down his nose, grinning when he scrunched it.

“So?” he mumbled.

“Hold me. I want to go back to sleep. It’s cold on my side of the bed.” You smiled in victory as he picked his arm up so you could lay next to him. You fell asleep again and didn’t wake up until Steve’s alarm went off. You grumbled about how it was Saturday.

“Sorry. Forgot to unset it from last week.” You whined when he twisted back to turn off the beeping, taking the warmth with him. “Shh. I’m back.” He tightened his arm around your waist. “Can’t leave my girl cold in the morning.”

Your eyes cracked open with a thought. “Does it ever bother you? That I’m cold all the time?”

Steve opened his eyes too. “Not one bit. Makes me feel needed to the one person I care about the most.” Steve leaned in and nuzzled his nose against yours. “To me, you are the most important person.”

“I love you, Steve.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

“Y/N. Y/N!” Steve’s voice pulled you back up into consciousness. “We’ve go to get you out of here. Tony’s suit is out of commission, and the jet is too big to get in here. Can you walk?”

“Maybe.” You lowered your arms from your chest to brace against what you were leaning on. Steve’s gasp of anguish made you look down. A steel rod was poking out of your chest. “Oh,” you groaned. “That’s why everything hurts.”

“Tony. I can’t get her out by myself. Send me anything you’ve got.” He grimaced. “We’re going to get you home. You’re going to be okay.”

“I know. I trust you.” Your vision blurred, and your head fell back. Steve squeezed your hand, waking you up again.

“Oh, no. Stay with me, Y/N.”

“Yes, sir.” You grinned cheekily at him. “I’m ready for round two. Just give the order.”

“Your order is to stay awake.” Steve grinned too, though you could still see the fear in his eyes.

A wave of pain coursed through you, making your knees sag. The aching in your chest increased as you leaned heavier on the bar. Steve pulled you back up, but your vision was spotting again.

“I’ll do my best, Cap,” you said through gritted teeth. Your lips were coated with blood when you coughed. The pain became too much and you slipped out of consciousness.

“Y/N? Y/N!” Steve hesitated to touch you, but he gave your shoulders a quick shake. “Tony, where are you guys? Y/N?”

The jet hovering overhead created a mini windstorm, but Steve kept his focus on you, willing you to open your eyes.

“Come back to me, Y/N. Please.”

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Starting off the Year Right

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The reader is wearing knee-high socks left over from Christmas. Bucky decides to put the text on them to the test.

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: morning Bucky, fluff, SMUT, slight over-stimulation, squirting

Word Count: 1150

Note: How are everyone’s resolutions holding up? Staying hydrated and being good, or have a few of you slipped into misbehaving? Either way, here is a playful fluffy smut fic with Bucky. If you want to be added to any of my tag lists, or if you have a request, shoot me a message publically or privately. Now, please enjoy!

The new base was still taking a little getting used to. Tony had done his best to give the kitchen a similar layout to the kitchen in the tower, but several things had moved around. Such as the placement of the coffee mugs.

When you found them, you groaned. Being the short one on the team was really a bummer sometimes. They were on the top shelf where only tall, telekinetic, hovering-capable, or gymnastically gifted people could reach them. You had none of those qualities. You were the team’s analyst. Looking for improvements in team-work took a human touch over the all-tech, all-Tony invention approach. Analysts didn’t have a height requirement or a super training regiment. And it meant you stayed behind when they went on a mission. Which was why you were doing your best to climb up onto the counter when Bucky walked into the kitchen.

“Well good morning to me,” he mumbled. Bucky had gotten home late last night from a side mission. His hair was sticking out at odd angles, and he was only wearing low-hanging sweatpants. He chuckled as you turned back towards the cabinet to get your coffee cup. “Need some help, Doll?”

“No, I’ve got it.” You hopped off the counter in triumph. But looking around the counter, you couldn’t find another thing. Slowly you looked up, and sure enough, the coffee grounds were on the second to top shelf. “Seriously?” you muttered under your breath. At least you could reach that shelf on your tiptoes.

“Damn,” Bucky said with a whistle. “I might move everything to shelves at that level if I get this kind of view.”

With a start, you remembered your attire. Tank top, shorts, and Christmas-themed knee-high socks. You were sure your butt cheeks were visible as you reached.

“I can’t quite see what they say, Y/N. Could you turn this way a little bit?”

“You know what they say.” You continued to stretch for the coffee that was just out of your reach. “You’re the one that got them for me.”

“That was a few weeks ago. I’ve forgotten.”

You gave up on making coffee and alternated turning your legs so Bucky could read your socks.

“Naughty, and Nice. Now I remember. It might be a little early in the year for this question, but which one are you?” His eyes glinted playfully. You backed into the corner as he stepped forward.

“I guess that depends what kind of trouble you get me into.”

By now, Bucky had you pinned. He lifted you up onto the counter and stood between your legs. “Trouble? Me? I guess that depends on how often you are going to wear those socks.” He nuzzled his nose across your cheek. His flesh hand glided up your thigh to your waist. He growled as you pushed his hair out of his face with a little bit of tugging. “You’re the one that causes trouble.”

“Trouble? Me?” you mirrored innocently.

You outmaneuvered Bucky’s attempt for a kiss and nibbled at his ear. He retaliated by kissing across your jawline to your sweet spot. When you gasped, he chuckled in victory. Bucky continued to kiss down your neck to your collarbone and over to your shoulder. Your hands dug into his shoulders as you fought to keep yourself grounded.

“Are you desperate for caffeine,” Bucky whispered into your skin, “or can I wake you up in my way?”

A moan fell from your lips as he kissed his way to the valley of your breasts. “Your way. Please, Buck.”

He wrapped your legs around his waist and moved you to lay across the island. With the team gone, it was thankfully bare and gave you plenty of room to thrash around. Which started almost immediately after he helped you remove your top and he tugged down your shorts.

“Nothing underneath? At all?” Bucky quirked an eyebrow at you. You bit your lip as his eyes lit up. Slowly, he leaned down. The hairs on your arms raised to attention, as well as your nipples. Bucky placed a chaste kiss on your inner thigh. You jolted with the contact. Eagerly you spread your legs wider, whimpering for him to move closer. He chuckled and breathed warmly on your sex. You held your breath, holding out for the slow pleasure you were sure was on the horizon.

You were mistaken.

Bucky flattened his tongue against you. He lapped at you. His fingers gripped your thighs, surely forming bruises. The sound of embarrassingly delightful slurping filled the air, accentuated with his hums of delight and your short cries of pleasure. He curled one finger into you and pumped it in and out while searching for the spot that would… there it was. The spot that would make your thighs overpower his grip and lock around his head. His metal hand slid up your body to toy with your breasts. You placed your hand over his, weaving the other into his hair. He growled when you tugged.

Your body shivered with the first orgasm. Bucky paused for a second from working you with his mouth to watch your face. His triumphant grin was hard to see from under your half-closed eyelids. He continued to curl his finger, making your hips lurch with slight overstimulation.

“Do you want to try something?” he asked. Bucky’s irises were eclipsed with his pupils and his face dripped with your essence.

You nodded. “I trust you.”

With two fingers, Bucky frizzed over your clit rapidly bringing you to the brink. Just as you were about to explode, he stopped and covered your slit with his mouth. He sucked harshly, then brought his metal hand down to vibrate two fingers over your clit. You arched off the island as your vision exploded with white-blue light, dancing with black spots. You could hear Bucky drinking the results of your orgasm loudly. He slowed down his ministrations while you sank back into the cold marble to recover. Your skin was hot and flushed. Bucky kissed up your heaving chest and stroked your sides until your breathing was more even.

“Wow,” you sighed.

“Wow yourself.” He beamed down at you and ran his thumb over your cheek. Glancing down, he brushed his fingers over the lettering on your socks. “Since you were so good on a less-than-forgiving surface,” he patted the island top, “let’s see if I can get you to be a little naughty in someplace more comfortable.”

You giggled as he lifted you up. “My room or yours?”

“Dunno. I’ll decide on the way.”

Laying your head on his shoulder, Bucky gave your forehead a kiss and hummed deep in his chest. You would be as naughty as he liked as long as he promised to make you cum that hard again as many times as you could handle for the rest of the year.

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S = Smut     A = Angst   F = Fluff    AR = Answered Request

Bucky Barnes

  Birthday Bash with a Bang (S)

  In the Eye of the Beholder: Part 1 : Part 2 (S)

  Feel What You Feel (S)

  Working it Out (S)

  Breathing

  Sweetie Pie (S)

  Starting off the Year Right (S) 

  Magnets and Home (F, Father’s Day)

  Found (S, F)

Erik Killmonger

   Everything (S, AR)

Kevin Ford/Wither (X-Men)

  Touch and Sensitivity (S, AR)

   Part 2: Bananas (S)

Loki

  Sweet Revenge (S)

  All in a Night’s Work (S)

  Yuletide Mischief (S)

  Fire and Ice (S)

  When in Paris (S, AR)

  I Am In Your Hands (S)

  Forbidden (S)

Steve Rogers

  Those Who Are Lonely (S)

  Dirty Lips (S)

  Just as Sweet (S)

  Scruff (S)

  Come Back to Me (F, A)

      Part 2: Keep Coming (S)

  To Love the Night (Vampire!Steve AU, Challenge Fic, S)

  Beg Me Nicely (S)

Ulysses Klaue

   Well Studied (Male Wakandan Reader, AR, S)

Other: Original Works and Series

To Love the Sea:  Y/N is the daughter of a sea-side innkeeper. The area is known for its draw for pirates, but one pirate is feared above all others: Captain Loki. He offers to take her on adventures; is she willing to take the plunge? [Series Master] (S)

Promises: When they were children, Loki and Y/N promised each other to marry if they did not find someone else by the next Belewe moon in 250 years. Centuries pass and Loki uses his tricks to sabotage Y/N’s prospects. Can she convince him to let her love blindly someone he does not trust? [Series Master] 

Marvel/WWE Crossover: New tech in the rooms gives the reader the chance to meet her heroes.  Almost Real

Breathing

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You and Bucky reminisce about how you guys got together while you think the other is asleep.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD nightmares, home intrusion, food mention, angst, fluff

Word Count:  1000+

Note: I have no idea where this came from. So much angst. Such a fluffy ending. Let me know what you guys think with comments, likes, and reblogs. If you have an Idea for a Bucky fic, or anybody, let me know; my requests are open.

Bucky’s POV

She was so warm lying next to me. Y/N always found a way to curl into my chest, no matter where she went to sleep. I pushed her hair out of her face as gently as I could with my hand. The metal one I liked to keep under the pillows. Out of the way. Out of site. Sometimes out of mind.

Y/N sighed, her warm breath tickling my chest. Her eyes flicked back and forth under her lids. What was she dreaming?

Dreaming. That’s how all this started.

The walls were almost as thin as paper. So when I had nightmares, she heard. She’d confessed at first she didn’t know what to do. Y/N would sit up in bed and start talking to me. Easing my mind. Calming me down. I didn’t matter where I was. Germany. Poland. Russia. All of them. Her voice would cut through the gunshots, the fires, the blood. I would hear her through all of it.

One night was worse than others. The process and the pain of having my prosthetic put on raged through me. I thrashed in my restraints, throwing Hydra agents away from me till they shot me up with something to knock me out.

I’d given Y/N a key at some point. She used it to get into my apartment and shake me awake.

The fear in her eyes when I gripped her throat.

She stroked my flesh arm till I was conscience enough to release her. She gasped for breath but didn’t move away.

“It’s okay. You’re safe.”

Then she curled into my chest and breathed against me till I fell asleep.

I still have nightmares, but they are few and far between. Now when I wake up, I see her sleeping peacefully. And I’m home.

Y/N hummed in her sleep. I pulled her closer to me and rested my head on top hers, feeling us breathe in tandem.

Reader’s POV

Bucky pulled you closer in his sleep. Instantly you were awake and ready to help him through a nightmare. Instead, you felt him rest his head on top of yours. His breathing was even. Not a nightmare. Just a shift.

His chest rose and fell, and occasionally bumped your nose. If it had been closer to morning you would have giggled. But he didn’t sleep enough, though he was getting better. Sleeping next to him was better than trying to wake him up through the wall.

That wall. It started the whole thing.

You remember you’d just gotten out of the shower. The towel you’d used to dry off was next wrapped around your head, leaving you exposed as you figured out what you were going to wear that day. It was your apartment, after all. The sounds coming from next door suggested your new neighbor was moving in. You were thinking about grabbing cookies or something on your way home to welcome him when there was a series of crashes and curses. A few seconds later Bucky came crashing through the wall, landing hard on his back.

In the split second it took for you to worry if he was okay, he looked up and probably saw all the way to Panama.

“Oh. You’re naked! I’m so sorry.”

He’d sputtered around for a bit, turning to face away from you once he got to his feet. Then he saw the hole. There was a new string of curses as you giggled and covered yourself up with the towel. You guys planned how you were going to fix the wall (without the landlady knowing) over whatever each of you had in your fridges, which was Chinese take-out and Jack Daniels. You had put up a blanket while he waited for the materials to come in.

Then that night happened.

You remembered hearing footsteps and thinking it was Bucky moving around, then a hand slipped over your mouth and something cold was pressed against your throat. The man asked for the quick location of your laptop and jewelry, but you barely heard him over your muffled screams.

A second later, Bucky came through the hole and had sent the man sailing across the room. He had handled all the police stuff and finally confessed to the landlady about the wall.

You wiggled and let out a shuddering breath.

“Hey, doll,” Bucky murmured. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing. Just thinking about the guy that got into my apartment.”

Bucky hummed. “If there hadn’t been a hole in the wall, there was going to be one. Surprised the guy didn’t need stitches.”

You laughed. “I don’t think the police have ever shown up so quick.” You placed your hand on his chest and spun light circles into his skin. “You know you probably saved my life that night.”

Bucky sighed and ran his fingers through your hair. “Y/N, you’ve saved my life plenty more times. And I would live through every nightmare again if it means I still get to wake up next to you.”

You tried to hide the sniffle, but he heard it anyway. He pulled you up the pillows till you were nose-to-nose.

“Every last one of them,” he said, wiping away a tear with his thumb.

“Why me?”

Bucky chuckled. “Because you knew how much I loved Chinese food technically before we even met.” He smiled as you hickuped-giggled. “And you are kind when I feel like I don’t deserve it.”

“Bucky, you do deserve it. You will always deserve it.” You burrowed your face into his neck and whispered, “I love you, so much.”

“I love you too.” 

Bucky POV

She was asleep again in minutes. Her breath tickled my ear and her leg was thrown over my hip. With a few more minutes her leg was curled to her chest with the other, and she had slid back down the pillows to her usual spot. Again, I gently pushed a lock of hair off her face.

I wouldn’t let this go in a million years. And I don’t plan on it. The little square red box in my sock drawer was hopefully going to ensure that.

If she said ‘yes.’ 

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Working It Out

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Based on what the team sees, you and Bucky hate each other. They would blush redder than Tony’s suit if they knew what happens behind closed doors.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: SMUT, self-edging mention, rank kink, breath play

Word Count: ~2000

Note: Felt like writing Bucky this morning. Just a quickie. I cannot admit or deny possibly writing this instead of taking notes in class…

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Steve flinched as you walked into the training room. His sparring partner, Bucky, saw the look and turned to see you walking in. He mumbled something under his breath that you couldn’t hear, but saw Steve pull the face. The “don’t be mean” face.

“Still sassing me behind my back, James? I thought we were past that,” you quipped. Your muscles strained and pulled as you warmed them up.

“Just saying things I’ve said before, doll. Things you explained to me, quite clearly and loudly, that you did not want to hear again.” He parried Steve’s advance and threw him to the floor with a bit more force than usual.

“Don’t call me ‘doll!’” Your hands gripped the pair of ropes tighter.

“Guys,” Steve interrupted, “can we not do this again?”

You felt bad for Steve, but “this” had been going on for months. You joined the team and everything seemingly went downhill. They saw you two pick apart every flaw and insecurity of the other, wondering why you two couldn’t stand to be in the same room.

“Don’t hate me, but spar it out.” Steve held up his hands in defense as you started to complain. “All I ask is that you don’t kill or permanently damage each other. Now I’m going to leave, and I will lock you both in here if I have too. Just… work it out.” He left in a huff with one last glance at Bucky. You heard the lock click then gasped as Bucky descended onto your lips.

“Tony’s cameras?” you asked between breaths.

“Friday and I have an agreement.”

“How much time do you think we have?”

“Enough.”

He pushed you down onto a bench press and hovered over you. His lips were swollen, eyes lust-blown, and he already had a thin sheen of sweat that couldn’t wholly be from training. Your legs fell to either side of the bench after he tugged down your running shorts. He left your panties on, eyeing you accusingly as he ran a finger up the wet that already seeped through.

“What? A little edging for breakfast isn’t terrible. And it means I’m ready for you.” You wiggled your hips and pushed down on his hand. He adjusted to cup your sex and press his thumb into your clit.

“But getting you ready is almost my favorite part.”

“Then do something about it… Sergeant Barnes.”

His tensed, his muscles twisting and his metal arm whirring. He took a deep breath. This was not something you guys did often. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He dug his thumb into your clit. You writhed from the jolt.

“Yes, sir.”

Bucky shoved his shorts and boxers to the floor and straddled the bench, then pulled your legs over his thighs. He lined himself up with your entrance, pushing your panties to one side. Your skin prickled with chills as he gripped your hips with both hands, one cold and one warm. You keened as he barely worked his way inside of you.

“Hey, watch the sounds, doll. We’re supposed to be beating each other to a bloody pulp.” He leaned down to whisper in your ear as he suddenly pulled you the rest of the way onto him. “I promise I’ll pull the nice ones from you later.”

He gave you a few seconds to adjust then began a merciless pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed with Bucky’s grunts and you sucking in air. Electric shots shuddered through you as you arched, taking him deeper. You cried out and moaned loudly

He angled himself up so he could continue to smack into you but cover your mouth with his metal hand. You sucked his thumb into your mouth. Bucky watched as you swirled your tongue around it. He increased his rhythm. You moaned, anticipating the revenge for teasing you would receive later.

His hips shifted to hit your g-spot. The sweat that broke on your skin helped you slid up and down the bench as he continued to hit it. Inside you, your pleasure coiled tighter and tighter. Bucky’s breath began to hitch like it does when he’s close. His hand slipped out of your mouth, moving to fall to one side. You pulled it back up to your throat. Holding it there when he slowed and tried to pull away.

“It’s okay, James,” you hummed. He shifted to switch which hand was going to be around your throat, but you stopped him. “The metal one. You won’t hurt me.” You stroked his forearm as he gave in. Air flowed into your lungs in short bursts as his fingers tightened under your jawline. Your vision began to spot. His gasps and grunts sounded louder to you, mingling with the rushing of hearing your own pulse.

Wave after wave of bliss surged through you as he released your throat. Absently you felt your walls squeeze around his cock. With a final guttural moan, he spilled into you, stilling fully.

He thrust into you a few times to pull you both down from the high, then slid onto the floor and dragging you with him.

For a few seconds, you let yourself relax on his chest. Your body rose and fell which each of his breaths.

“Why do we keep this a secret again?” you mumbled into his neck.

“Because we don’t want to be each other’s weakness on a mission,” he sighed. He didn’t sound convincing, and he knew it. Bucky chuckled. “And I don’t want to give Wilson the satisfaction fo being right. He called this about two days after I met you.”

“Agreed. Can’t let Sam know.”

You groaned as Bucky leaned up and sat you on the bench so you both could get dressed.

You actually sparred for a few minutes before Steve came back in. “So, how’s it going in here?”

“Thank goodness. Now Bucky can leave and shower before he stinks up the whole tower.” You shoved him away after breaking out from under his bicep.  

He sneered at you, then walked past Steve with a huff. He called back over his shoulder, “you should stop too. Wouldn’t want your girl arms to give out on you and crush you under a weight or something.”

“You bast…”

“Hey!” Steve interrupted, “language.”

Steve rolled his eyes as you pretended to force choke Bucky as he walked out the door. You joined your soldier followed a few minutes later. Saving water with Bucky was the best way to relax after a sparring match.

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Feel What You Feel

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The Reader and Bucky wake up in each other’s bodies and decide to explore their favorite sensation. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: SMUT! Switched smut. Oral (female kind of receiving), unprotected sex (please use protection!)

Word Count: 1500+

Note: Thank you @bucky-sempai for requesting this fic! It was an experience to write in difficulty and in the amount of ingenuity it took to visualize how to do this. I apologize for any confusion of who’s experiencing what; it’s a confusing situation. I hope you all enjoy this, and please take a second afterward to leave a constructive comment. Don’t hesitate to like, reblog, or submit your own request! 

The Hydra base was swarming with operatives. Stark had suggested the team check out the location because of the crazy readings it was giving off, but nobody was expecting to discover an army. You and Bucky were tasked with checking on a room of artifacts. It was surprisingly less fortified than the rest of the building, but you soon discovered why.

The artifacts were able to defend themselves for one. From off-the-charts radioactive readings to Hogwarts-level mystical defenses, they had everything. Luckily you and Bucky were a great team. With a box full of items, you both ran from the building as it started to collapse under a Hulk smash. The ground was uneven, and the box was heavy, which made it difficult to run. You kept your gaze focused ahead, but from the corner of your eye, you saw something bounce out. You left Bucky to lift the crate into the plane while you went after the small gem-like orb.

Then it started to flash.

Bucky was next to you in an instant, but you were both caught in the blast. Everything went dark.

You woke up with a groan. Everything hurt, and you felt dizzy. To your left, there was another cot covered in blankets. You assumed Bucky was still asleep underneath them. You closed your eyes in an attempt to stop the room from spinning.

“Bucky, you’re awake!” Steve said, walking into the room. You sat up, wrapping the sheet around you. Bucky stirred and groaned, probably feeling as crappy as you did. You turned to look at him, but when the sheet fell away you gasped.

It was you. Or, at least it looked like you. It was like looking in a strange mirror where the reflection moved differently than you.

Steve walked over to your side between the cots. “You two have been out for only a few hours, but glad to see you’re awake, Buck.”

“Steve, I’m not Bucky,” you tried. Bucky’s vocal chords rang deeper than yours. You stretched out your hand and placed the metal hand on Steve’s shoulder. You were surprised at how easily you could lift it. “What was that thing that exploded? I think it’s done something to… switch us somehow.”

You, Bucky as you, sat up in the bed and leaned against the headboard. Steve blushed more crimson than Tony’s suit and looked everywhere but at your body.

“Buck, do me a favor,” you said, “cover up your chest.”

“I thought you liked my pecs?” He grinned at you, keeping his eyes scrunched shut in pain. Even with your face, you could see his usual smirk.

“Trust me, those aren’t your pecs.”

Bucky looked down. “What the…” he sank back under the sheet. “Explanation?”

“Um, Tony’s still running tests,” Steve answered. His eyes flicked nervously between you. “We’ll fix this. Till then, um, just stay put.” He left quickly, almost running.

This left you and Bucky alone. He took another peek under the sheet and then gave his body the once-over.

“It doesn’t seem like we were injured in any other way.”

“It would seem so.”

Soon you were both laughing. This was crazy. And from Steve’s surprise, you assumed that nobody else had been hit. You looked at the metal arm, watching how it whirred and chinked into place as you flexed. It didn’t take any more effort to make it move, but you had seen what it could do. It was an incredible piece of machinery.

Then Bucky was straddling his hips with your legs.

“Any second now you’re going to feel something in your nether regions,” he said. Calm. Like saying it was about to rain.

His erection was nothing like you’ve never experienced. It was sudden and filled your entire body with only one yearning.

“Seriously? That’s how fast you get hard for me?”

“Yes, ma’am.” You both shared a giggle at how funny he sounded with your voice. “But that’s not even the best part. I really like it when you…” he pulled back the sheet and curled your fingers around his length. You couldn’t keep his hips from jerking forward.

“Well, I really like it when you suck on my neck like this…” you leaned up and pressed his lips against your pulse point. You kissed it softly, then sucked harshly. He gasped, making you chuckle. It felt like a rolling drum in his/your chest.

“Are we doing this?” Bucky asked. You nodded. “Okay, then I love it when I get to taste you.” He pushed you down onto your back and shimmied up till your folds were over your face. “Play as much as you love doll. Let me feel what you like to feel.”

You took a second to gather your thoughts, then licked a quick stripe. He shuddered above you and braced against the headboard. You sucked on your clit, loving how he/you shuddered.

He rode your face as you flicked your tongue in and out of him/you. Before long you could see him feeling the pleasant heat rising in your stomach. “Right there, Y/N. Keep going.” You licked and sucked earnestly, pulling him into the perfect high of pleasure. One finger, then a second, joined your tongue. He screamed as everything blurred except for the feeling of you. You reminisced about the times when he gave you that feeling, and stroked your thighs and as he regained sight from the blinding whiteness. Still overwhelmed in your euphoric state, it was easy for you to flip Bucky/you onto your back.

His length sat back against his stomach, twitching as you looked down at him. Even though the face was different, you could see him in your eyes. You used how close he was to you to tease his cock at your entrance.

You sank into him, stretching your walls and making him gasp for air. You steadied yourself against the headboard, breathing hard.

“So… that’s what you mean by… so tight,” you panted. He bucked your hips, ready for you to move. You started slow, allowing him to get acquainted with his girth. As you sped up, he wrapped your legs around him, giving you a deeper angle. Your hands flew to the headboard to keep you from rocking him into it. Bucky wrapped one off your legs over his shoulder. The rhythmic pounding brought you closer to your g-spot, and both of you to your release.

“Harder,” you whispered. You knew the warm knot was beginning to tighten again, but you wanted him to experience you wholly.

“What was that, Y/N?” he asked cheekily, grinning at you. He slowed down rocking your hips to match your thrusts.

“Do you trust me?” Frustration edged your voice.

He hoisted your other leg and wrapped your ankles around his neck. He screamed as you found your center, slamming into it repeatedly.

“Right there, Y/N. I’m almost…”

“Let go, darling; I’m right behind you.”

Your body lasted for a few more thrusts before tightening hard around his cock. Bucky’s seed spilled inside your body, pushing him through his own orgasm as you came as one. If there was any moment you would never want to forget, it would be that one. Bucky’s face was relaxed in bliss, hair plastered to his sweaty face. Your ankles were wrapped around him and you were gently stroking your legs as you both came. Then his eyes opened, perfectly blue, as he watched your ecstasy unfold.

You thrust a few more times into you to ride out your ends, then fell on the bed next to him. He covered you both in the sheets and spooned into his body.

“Wow. So that’s what it’s like to be you,” he murmured. “Now that I know what you like…”

“Hmm,” you hummed in pleasure at the thought.

You were just closing your eyes to go to sleep when Steve walked into the room. “Tony thinks he may have found a guy that can… oh. Am I interrupting anything?” He didn’t blush this time, but he still avoided looking at you two sharing the small cot. “There’s robes in the closet. When you guys are ready you can meet us in the lab.” Again he left quickly.

It was an awkward walk to the lab. Everything looked different from Bucky’s height, and Bucky had a hard time keeping up with your shorter legs. Tony introduced you to Dr. Stephen Strange as he strapped you into a Frankenstein-like chair. Dr. Strange’s chants created glowing symbols in the air. They circled around his hands and around yours and Bucky’s chairs. There was a rushing of wind, and then the sensation of being pulled as if by a tide, then you lost consciences.

You woke up to voices. Beside you, Dr. Strange and Bucky were talking. Bucky. And he looked like Bucky. You pulled your arms over the sheets to look at them. Both made of flesh and bone.

Dr. Strange left soon after making sure you both were okay and didn’t show any lingering signs of the swap. Again you were left alone. And again, you too surrendered to the laughter.

“Well, Doll… would you like me to perfect what I learned yesterday?” he asked, grinning.

Absolutely.

In the Eye of the Beholder Part 2

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Your lap dance inspires Bucky to make his own music with you.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: SMUT. Fingering. Metal arm kink. Dom!Bucky. Unproteced sex (Please wrap up kiddos.)

Word Count: 970

Note: Part 1 here. Please comment, reblog, etc. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. Also, let me know if you want me to start tagging.

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“You can get rough with me, Bucky.” You wiggled enough to set your arms free till they could wrap around his waist. “So kiss me. Make love to me. Make me sore.”

His pupils eclipsed his irises and he shuddered. When the door opened to his floor he grabbed your hips and wrapped your legs around his waist. As he carried you across the room you undid the buckle on his belt and he kicked out of his shoes. Yours flew off somewhere as well. He carried you to the foot of the bed and laid you down. His shirt disappeared, followed closely by his pants. Bucky pinned your arms over your head and his eyes raked over your dress. You left your arms up as he rolled you over to get to the zipper, which ran the length of the dress. You heard him gasp as he saw the red lace panties… and your lack of a bra.

“Do you always wear… this little under your clothes?”

“Only for special occasions, or when I’m trying to grab someone’s attention.”

Bucky slid his arm between you and the dress and lifted you up so his metal arm could toss it away. He kept you kneeling with your back to his chest after removing the lace undies. His lips sank to your neck to gently kiss out to your shoulder. His other hand splayed across your stomach, cool enough to give you goosebumps. Your breath hitched as the cold traveled lower to run over your thighs. His human hand ran up your body to knead your breasts.

Already your hips were bucking for more contact and a whine slipped out as you leaned harder into his chest. He sucked a mark into the crook of your neck and chuckled. The weight of him was still in his boxers; you could feel it against the small of your back.

“Bucky…”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Please… touch me.”

“Is this not enough?” His metal hand curled around your sex, chilling you further. You couldn’t answer. Already you felt wet; you needed him in you. His middle finger curled up and lightly ran up your folds. You ground down, but he wrapped his other arm around your waist to hold you still. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes, Bucky,” you moaned.

Holding you between the apex of your thighs and around your waist he carried you to the top of the bed. He laid back into the pillows and kept you on top of him. He turned his head and nibbled on your ear as you led his human hand to wrap around your throat. His metal arm pulled away for a moment, then began to stroke your clit. Your hips jumped at the contact. He pushed one finger inside you. Then pulled it almost all the way out, starting a rhythm. And groaned as you writhed on top of him. It wasn’t going to be enough to take you high, but you knew he was just getting started.

He added a second finger, stretching you wider and pushing in faster. His thumb pressed down on your clit, spinning tight circles into it. Already you were building, but you needed more. You gripped his hips behind you and tried to push down the band of his boxers.

“Getting excited are we, Y/N?” he growled into your hair. He twisted out from underneath to hover over you. You knew you looked desperate, panting with need and practically dripping. He pinned your hips down when they tried to bump against his clothed cock. “Be patient, doll; I’ll make it worth it.” You obeyed for the most part. You rebelled by squirming into the sheets as his member sprang forth, hard and glistening with precum. Your mouth watered. You never wanted to before, but Bucky was always encouraging you to try new things in training.

You didn’t get the chance though as he sank into you in one breath. You lost your breath at the stretch but smiled at the pleasure. Bucky pressed his grin against yours and began to kiss you as he started a slow pace to give you time to adjust. When you felt ready, you moved your hips in time with him, moaning onto his lips.

He used the chance to dart his tongue into your mouth. He flicked it in and out in time with hips as he pushed them harder. Faster. You hiked your thighs up and rested your legs on his hips. With the new depth, he found the perfect place to make you scream.

“Bucky! There, I’m so…” you couldn’t finish as he wrapped his metal hand around your throat. You could breathe a little, but mostly you gasped. It was cold still, freezing in comparison to your skin. The shivering it brought on, by pleasure and by temperature, increased the fire inside you.

“Come for me, Y/N. I’ve got you.” Bucky dug his right thumb into your clit, sending you over the edge. You arched into him, giving him the last roll of you that he needed to release.

When you both finished he collapsed next to you and pulled you close. His chest was slick with sweat and it stuck to yours.

“I’m sorry that took so long to happen,” he whispered, barely able to keep his eyes open.

“Don’t be. You’ve made up for it.” You were asleep seconds later.

Unknown to you, Bucky was able to stay awake a little longer. He looked at you, with your hair tangled in the post-sex frenzy, breathing calmly against him, unafraid of him. You were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. And now you were his. And he was yours. He fell asleep to those thoughts, but was awake before you with ideas on how to make up for lost time before breakfast.

In the Eye of the Beholder

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The reader gives an unexpected lap dance. Bucky approves.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, The Avengers

Warnings: Lap dance. Drinking. Dom!Bucky. Intended smut ending (continued in Part 2)

Word Count: 1400

Note: The song I’m using is “I Know You” by Skylar Grey. Part 2 available soon.

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“Okay, so what’s the plan girls?” Maria asked. At the moment you and all the Lady Avengers were huddled in the hall. Pepper, Agent Maria Hill, Jane and Darcy, Natasha, Wanda, Sharon Carter, and you. Not five minutes ago Rhodey had started a game of truth or dare; it turned into a one-up-off between the guys and girls. Now each team was supposed to organize the least expected thing and do it.

Pepper wanted everyone to do a row of shots, but Wanda brought up that the guys would turn it into another competition; you all would end up sloshed and pass out before midnight. Jane and Darcy wanted to fake a Mjolnir lift, but they didn’t have time to make a duplicate. It was still on the table for later though.

“Or we can just listen in on their plans.” Nat was standing to one side watching her phone and wearing a pair of buds.

“Cheater,” You said as you walked over. Everyone gathered around as Nat turned up the volume.

“Come on, you know they’re going to give one of us a lap dance. Who’s the least likely?” Tony smirked. At the moment you considered it would be him. Pepper would kill him first.

“Bucky,” Steve mumbled, thinking out loud. Everyone nodded in agreement.

“Seriously? What are you guys trying to say?” Bucky’s metal arm whirred as he clenched his fist.

“Nothing. Just you and Y/N have never, ya know.”

“That was supposed to be kept between us, Steve.” Through the screen, you could see Bucky glaring murderously at him. You could have punched Steve for telling. You could have punched Bucky for telling.

“Wait, really?” Sam asked. “I thought you guys had been going out for a while.”

“We have. But,” Bucky looked towards the wall, almost directly at Nat’s spy camera, “I’m afraid I’ll hurt her.”

Your heart felt like someone was shoving glass slivers into it. He was worried about hurting you? Was that why he pulled back every time you tried to kiss him? You thought you had done something wrong. You were worried that you weren’t doing enough. Both of you wanted more. How many times had you imagined a kiss going further till you were sore the next morning? Maybe he had thought about it too.

“Okay, we’re doing this,” you said, backing away from the screen. “But I’m going to need some help.”

When time was up you all filed back into the living room. The boys were all wearing smiles, though Bucky’s was a little strained. You were wearing more make-up and your hair was down, but nobody seemed to notice. Your LBD felt tight against your chest, but it could have been your imagination.

The guys went first and lined up against the bar. For a split second, you thought they were all going to dance. Then they pulled out shot glasses from behind their backs and downed them. Pepper shot you all a look. You could have been equally as smashed as the guys, but you were already attached to the present plan.

Sharron pulled an armless chair into the center of the room while Maria turned off the lights. When it was dark, you took your position just outside the door. Jane fiddled with the controls till only the light directly above the chair was lit, leaving everybody in darkness. As the music started up, Nat pushed Bucky towards the chair. The rest of the male-vengers cheered, but Bucky looked confused. Nat patted him on the chest, “it’s not going to be me,” then walked back across the light line.

Skylar Grey started to sing over the system:

I believe, I believe there’s love in you

Gridlocked on the dusty avenues

Inside your heart, just afraid to go

You walked out from behind the door, placing one foot overly in front of the other and making sure to sway your hips.

I am more, I am more than innocent

But just take a chance and let me in

And I’ll show you ways that you don’t know

 

You ran your hands up your thighs and then crossed them around your hips. You let your head tilt so your hair could fall over your shoulder and then twisted at the knee to grind down on nothing.

 

Don’t complicate it,

Don’t let the past dictate

Yeah,

I have been patient, but slowly I’m losing faith

 

You looked up at Bucky for the first time and made eye contact. He was intense, surprised, and almost panting. You stepped closer, stopping to stand between his legs and pulled one hand down his chest.

 

So please, I know you baby

I know you baby

So please, I know you baby

I know you baby

 

You turned away and bent at the waist slowly, leaning forward till you could touch your toes if you wanted too. Your hands glided up the sides of your hips one you reached your full fold. Then you bent your knees and came to kneel on the ground. You leaned back to rest your head on his stomach and looked up.

 

I believe, I believe you could love me

But you’re lost on the road to misery

And what I gave to you

I could never get back!

 

You ran your hands up the back of his legs. His muscles were strained under the jeans but relaxed as you massaged them.

 

Don’t complicate it,

Don’t drive yourself insane

Yeah,

Say what you will but I know that you want to stay!

 

You pushed yourself up on his thighs and leaned against his chest, but pushed your feet out point straight in front of you, balancing on your heels.

 

So please, I know you baby

I know you baby

So please, I know you baby

I know you baby

 

Then you pulled your feet in and began to sway your hips, spinning your ass over Bucky’s crotch. You looked back at him and could see him flexing his hands, resisting the urge to touch you.

 

Chemicals rushing in,

I know it’s you that I belong to

I’m burning like a cannonball in the air

Crashing into who I belong to …

 

You balanced yourself in his lap and turned perpendicular to him. You stretched back till you could touch the floor. For a second you panicked; you were sure anyone on the south side of you could see all the way to China. The flinch was enough to send you rolling towards the floor, but then Bucky’s arms were under you and your arms were wrapped around his neck.

Please, I know you baby

I know you baby

His face was close to yours, breathing heavily. His chest swelled against you till you were gasping for air in time with him. You could hear the music in the back of your mind, but for the most part, it was forgotten.

So please, I know you baby

I know you baby

You could also hear Tony and Sam crowing, while Steve was chuckling. You looked over and realized that Bucky was walking you two into the hall. He stole your attention back to him by kissing you. It was hot and dirty like everything you had wished for. He broke off, forehead touching yours, as the elevator door dinged shut.

“Baby doll, if I had known you could do that with your hips…” Bucky growled and kissed you harder. He dropped your feet and plastered you to the cool wall with his hands on either side of your head. You pulled at the hem of his shirt, but he pressed his body into you and pinned your hands to your chest. “Are you sure? Absolutely sure? I don’t want to hurt you, emotionally or physically by being… what I am.” His eyes were wide, fear tucked away in the back.

“You can get rough with me, Bucky.” You leaned up to nuzzle him, but he leaned out of reach. You laid your head on his chest and murmured, “as for emotionally, what hurts more is you constantly pushing me away. I want you Bucky, whatever baggage you consider to be dangerous and all.” You wiggled enough to set your arms free till they could wrap around his waist. “So kiss me. Make love to me. Make me sore.”

The elevator dinged open to his floor.