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
Note: This started out as a Dean Winchester fic, but morphed into a Bucky fic. Please let me know what you think of the fic with comments, likes, and reblogs! I really appreciate them and giggle like mad when I get notifications. Please enjoy!
“I’m telling you; they had the best blackberry pie in the state.” Bucky’s eyes were brighter than you had seen them in a while. You couldn’t help but focus on the way his eyes crinkled at the sides, and how he kept licking his bottom lip.
Oh, to be that bottom lip. Snap out of it, Y/N!
You shook yourself back into focus. “A good mom and pop’s like that, it might still be there. Have you tried looking for it yet?”
He thought for a moment. “You know, I hadn’t even thought to. I haven’t been on that side of town since waking up.”
“Let’s look around and find it for dinner. Even if we don’t find it, we might discover a new hole-in-the-wall and find you a new favorite dessert.”
That afternoon, you almost ended up running your car on fumes as Bucky tried to remember where the diner was.
“What was the name again?” you asked.
“Rachel’s, I think. Or was that the name of the waitress? Maybe it was Betty’s.”
“If it’s there, we’ll find it.” You checked your GPS while pulled up to the curve. It hurt to see him struggle so much to remember, like a tightness around your heart that took your breath away. The map showed a dinner two blocks up, but it didn’t match any of Bucky’s descriptions so far. “Was it possibly ‘Hamilton Diner’?”
“That’s it!”
He was bouncing in his seat until you pulled up. It was a streamlined diner with big windows, but the paint was faded and most of the windows were boarded up. As were most of the windows in the surrounding buildings.
“I’m so sorry, Buck. Do you still want to find someplace new? There was an interesting-looking pizza place back the way we came.”
“Sure,” he said softly. He was equally as un-talkative for the rest of the night. He barely ate three slices and the ride was silent back to the tower.
You couldn’t get the diner out of your head over the next few days. Bucky seemed to have pushed it from his mind, but knowing him, it probably kept reminding him how much time was stolen from him. ‘Hamilton Diner’ sounded familiar to you, more than through his stories. Older than you knew him. So, you made a call to your grandmother.
She ended up having the best news in the world.
The mixer whined loudly as it struggled to keep up with the concoction you were making. Flour covered your working space and you were sure it was in your hair, already having decimated your black yoga pants and one of Bucky’s shirts. The dough you were making on the counter was super sticky in a way that didn’t feel right, but you kept on; there was no time to fix the problem.
“What’s this?” Bucky leaned against the doorframe to the kitchen and chuckled at your appearance.
“You’re not supposed to be home yet.” With a sigh you turned off the mixer, but not before a blob spun out and landed on your nose. You ignored it for the time being and went back to working the dough. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”
“I’ve seen you bake before, and it never gets old to see how messy you can make our kitchen.” He stepped between you and the mixer and took out the extension.
“Hey, don’t lick the…” Too late.
“It was either you or the beater, sweetheart.” His smile sent heat pooling to your stomach, but you pressed on with your story.
“I called my grandmother the other night, Grandma Rachel, and made a few connections. She worked at a diner in the area for a while, and found out last night that it was the Hamilton Diner.” The dough felt less sticky as you rolled it with a flour laden rolling pin. “She took some recipes with her when she left and I thought… maybe… just maybe, one of them would be the pie we were looking for yesterday.”
Bucky’s hands laid over yours as he came to stand behind you. “You’re baking me a pie? From Hamilton Diner?” Your breath hitched as his hands eased away to wrap around your waist. “Can I help?”
By the time the pie was in the oven the kitchen was a mess. A flour war may or may not have happened, and you were sure that you looked ghostly having lost. You couldn’t help running your tongue across your bottom lip as Bucky swayed side to side to the 40’s music station you found. He swept the stuck-on dough and other disaster piles off the counter, rubbing some places harder than others as needed making his arms bulge in delicious ways. You finished drying the mixing bowl and put it away, needing to stretch to your tiptoes to put it on the shelf. When you turned around, Bucky was there to kiss your forehead. He chuckled as he blew some flour from your hair.
“You still got somethin’ on ya…um,” he tapped his nose and with a start you remembered the blob of filling from earlier. You moved grab a washcloth, but Bucky beat you to the task by licking your nose.
“Hey!” you giggled as he continued to lick and kiss across your cheeks down to your mouth, ‘cleaning’ your face while using his washcloth to get anything else.
He hummed in delight. “You taste like blackberries.”
“No taste-testing till the pie’s ready. Come on, we’ve got some time.” You led him to the couch and curled against him as you grabbed your book. Bucky read over your shoulder, tapping your thumb on the page when he reached the bottom. Eventually, fell asleep and he stopped tapping. You marked the page with his bookmark and kept reading while you waited for the oven to alert you the pie was done. Bucky woke before then, inhaling deeply the scent of fruit and goldening crust as it filled the apartment.
You made it to the oven mitts first, laughing when Bucky dramatically opened the oven door for you.
“It looks perfect, Y/N,” Bucky said as you sat it on the counter.
“Hmm. But does it taste good? I’ve never made this recipe before.” You laid it on the cooling rack as Bucky turned off the oven.
“It tasted fine when I licked the filling off you earlier.” He grinned as you stuck your tongue out at him. “You know, the pie’s going to need a few minutes to cool down.” Bucky stepped closer, pinning you to the counter. He removed the mitts from your hands, kissing across your knuckles and leading you towards the bedroom.
“You don’t want to eat it while it’s hot?” You sat on his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed.
“That’s what the invention of the microwave is for. I’ve waited this long, I can wait for a little bit more. But for you, I can never wait.” He crashed his lips into yours, the morning’s teasing replaced with passion and fire and a haste like he was starving for you. His hard length rolled against your clothed sex, making you gasp. Bucky continued to roll his hips until you were panting and his jeans were glistening in two places from both your arousals. Your stomach muscles contracted as he snarled in your ear and pulled you down harder into his lap.
“Buck-“
“You like riding me, sweetheart? Hungry for my cock yet?”
“Yes. Please, James.”
He pushed you off him to lay on your back with your legs hanging off the edge of the bed. You watched over your stomach as he pulled his belt out of the loops in one tug and threw it across the room. His shirt that you had borrowed for the morning flew across the room as you threw it off you. His eyes greedily took in the sight of your bare breasts. He tapped his jeans button for a second deep in thought, watching you lick your lips, then reached down and tugged your pants and panties down your legs. He sank to his knees between your legs and pinned your hips to the bed.
“I think I’m going to taste you first.” He chuckled as you groaned with impatience. You were easy to silence with the distraction of feeling him run a metal finger up through your slick and then watching him suck it into his mouth. He hummed and closed his eyes; when they opened his pupils nearly eclipsed his irises. Bucky growled and shoved his face into your heat. He lapped and sucked, his metal finger playing inside of you the whole time. His flesh arm stayed stretched across your hips preventing you from bucking and writing away from him. He leaned back and smiled, watching your face contort in pleasure and your eyes plead.
“Please, James, don’t stop.”
“I have no intention of stopping.” He leaned forward and hummed into your sex, “I’m not leaving this spot until you scream and gush for me.” Bucky buried two fingers into you and chuckled. You made eye contact with him one more time before you arched. His fingers began vibrating and curling, then circling around the inside of your lips so he could stimulate every bit of your walls. He sucked down on your clit, making you cry out. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your mouth fell open as the vibrating pushed you over the ravine of pleasure. Bucky loudly slurped up your release. He rubbed the tops of your trembling thighs until they stopped shivering. You heard his clothes drop to the floor and then felt the bed dip as he crawled up your body to suck on your neck.
“You taste so wonderful, Y/N.” His head dipped to place open-mouthed kisses on your breasts. He chuckled against your skin as you reached down and stroked his cock, twirling your thumb over the tip. Bucky grabbed both your wrists and pinned them over your head with one hand. “Naughty.”
“Always,” you smirked. You whined when Bucky sucked your nipples and blew cold air across them. He was so good at making you writhe under him that you didn’t notice him lining himself up with your entrance until he was sinking in an inch at a time. You lost the ability to breathe until he bottomed out. His chest inflated against yours as he also struggled to find oxygen and his head fell into the sheets over your shoulder. You grinned down at him and flexed your walls around his length, making him curse in Russian. A second later his eyes bored into yours.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, little girl.”
Bucky’s eyes rolled back in his head as you rolled your hips to move yourself up and down his length. He grunted and flexed his arms to keep from moving in time with you, denying you pleasure. But at the same time, denying it to himself. You knew what to do to spur him on.
“Please James, fuck me like only you can. I want to feel your cock fill me up, want to be sore in the morning. You feel so good. So thick and perfect. Please, James. James!”
He finally met your thrust. If he didn’t have such a strong grip on your wrists and then your waist, you would have slid up the bed with how hard he was pounding into you. You were going to be sore this afternoon, much more in the morning.
The air was thick with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and with the scent of both of your sweats and arousals. Bucky’s skin gleamed above you, as much as you could see through your fluttering eyelashes. Your screams of pleasure were sinking into small cries increasingly higher in pitch with each thrust. Bucky released your wrists so you could wrap them around his shoulders. He wrapped his arms behind the small of your back and pulled you deeper into him. His abs rubbed against your stomach and his V against your clit. You careened over the edge with a silent whimper. Bucky gave and animalistic groan as your orgasming walls gripped his cock and pulled him into release with you. Your hips bucked wildly as his cum coated your walls.
Bucky fell slightly to one side so as not to crush you beneath him. A few breaths later he rolled onto his back and pulled you to lay on his heaving chest. Your fingers lightly traced between his muscles as your eyes drooped. You would have fallen asleep if Bucky hadn’t rumbled beneath you.
“We still have pie.”
You laughed. “One track mind.” You struggled to stand at the edge of the bed on wobbly legs. Bucky couldn’t help but smirk triumphantly as he handed you one of his shirts, a button-up with the buttons missing and long enough to cover the back of your thighs.
In the kitchen, he kissed the top of your head while you cut two slices. You tugged the plate away from his hand at the last second and asked, “You don’t want to take it to the tower to share with the team?”
Bucky shot you a glare that would have sent the toughest Hydra agent screaming in fear. You giggled and handed him his plate in exchange for a fork. The pie was perfectly warm and it melted in your mouth with each bite. You finished your smaller slice first and leaned against the counter to look at Bucky.
“Since when can your fingers vibrate?”
“I challenged Tony to an upgrade,” he said between bites, “convinced him I didn’t think he could do it. He didn’t ask why; just completed the challenge in two hours and danced around his workshop like he’d won the Nobel prize.”
“Hate to break it to him, but you’re the genius.” You leaned forward to kiss him, but wrapped your lips around his fork instead, stealing his next bite of pie.
“Watch it, sweetheart.”
“Or what?” You dragged your finger around your plate and licked off the escaped filling.
Bucky grinned back softly until his eyes darkened promisingly and he cupped your sex. His thumb vibrated against your still-sensitive clit. “Or I’ll finish what I started.”
At the next available chance, you stole another bite off his fork.
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.
“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.
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.
“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.”
It’s your birthday, and your favorite winter super soldier has several surprises for you. If you can find him, that is.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader, original Avenger team (plus Bucky of course. Consider it an AU)
Warnings: SMUT. Toying. Clues. Drinking. Slight metal hand kink.
Word Count: 2500
Note: It was my birthday this week, and I wanted to treat myself. Sorry if this runs a bit long, I wanted to make sure I got every one of the original team. For the those of you who also have a birthday today, or are reading it on your birthday, or on your un-birthday… happy birthday. Enjoy your present.
You rolled over and felt the sun warm your eyelids. A normal morning like any other, but today was special.
Today was your birthday.
You stretched out to feel for your other half, but he wasn’t there. You blinked, confused. This was unlike him. Heck, last year he almost gave you a heart attack when you saw the brightly colored hat on his head before you even had time for caffeine. Maybe he didn’t want to scare you again.
You breathed deeply and rolled onto your back. The scent of coffee reached your nose. Already he was off to a great start, even if he wasn’t there when you woke up. You rolled out of bed in your sleep shorts and tank top and made your way down to the kitchen. The machine was popping and hissing softly, and in your sleepy haze, you wrapped your arms around the figure standing in front of it.
“Hey, Y/N. Happy birthday.” Steve looked down at you and grinned as you took a step back.
“Oh, thanks, Steve. Um. Have you seen Bucky?”
“Can’t say that I have.” He poured some coffee into a cup and passed it to you. “But he did leave me instructions for your morning brew. Two sugars and two creams, then pour the coffee.”
You took a sip. “It’s perfect Steve, thank you.”
“My pleasure,” he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and kissed your forehead. “Oh, and he left this for you too.” He handed you a small red envelope off the counter and left with his own cup so you could read in peace. As soon as he disappeared around the corner, you shredded open the flap.
Dear Y/N,
I have several surprises in store for you today, but you’ll have to find me first. I’ve left clues with each of our teammates that you’ll have to read in a certain order. Follow the clues; I promise it’ll be worth it.
Hope to see you soon,
Bucky
Your legs quaked at the thought of what Bucky considered “worth it.”
A slip of paper fell out of the envelope. On it was the picture of a spider and two figures fighting. You finished your coffee and took off running. On the way to the sparring room you passed Clint and laughed at his terrified face as he pressed up flat against the wall. You mentally took a note of his direction in case he had a clue later.
Natasha and Sam were sparring when you got there, panting hard but exhilarated. Your sweaty pajamas didn’t bother you; you had a feeling you wouldn’t need them later. Falcon looked up as you came in and waved. Nat took the moment to grab his arm and flip him. You cringed when he thudded against the padding.
“Way to go and distract me, Y/N.”
“Don’t go blaming her,” Nat said, giving him a hand. “You know better than to give your opponent an opening. And even then, it’s her birthday so leave her alone.”
“Oh yeah! Happy birthday!” He ran over and gave you a hug, spinning you around before letting go. “And Rhodey sends you love too, but he got a call this morning. He’ll be back later.”
Nat came over next. “Happy birthday kiddo.” Her hug was gentle, but the gleam in her eye suggested ulterior motives. “I’ve got a whole thing planned for tonight. It’s not a surprise party since Buck is up to who knows what. Speaking of, are you ready for your next clue?” You nodded eagerly. “Alright, but this one has an action lock. You can either: one, land a punch on me…”
“That could take weeks,” you joked.
“… or, you can pin Sam.”
“K.” You dropped to your hands and spun your legs around, taking Sam’s feet out from under him. He fell with an “oof.” A second later you were hovered over him with your knee on his chest.
“I’m pinned, I’m pinned!” he laughed. He sat up and fake-dusted himself off as you stood to take the note from Nat. “You really wanted that clue. What’s Bucky up too?” he asked from the floor.
“I don’t know yet.” You flipped open the envelope, also red, and groaned.
Depending on which option you took from Nat, your next clue could go easy or hard. Who likes nests but doesn’t shoot arrows? Who wears red, but isn’t some form of insect?
“Do you have something to say to me, Y/N?” Sam smirked at you from his seat on the mat. Nat almost giggled.
“Sorry, Sam. Can I please have my next clue?”
“Sure.”
You jumped when he was suddenly on his feet in front of you. He pulled another red envelope from his pocket. On the front it read “Run.” It didn’t say where, but you took off anyway. It was hard to read when moving but you got the gist.
I am not of this world, but I defend it. Beware, I love to share my favorite drink during celebrations. P.S. Even super soldiers have a hard time surviving its strength.
Thor’s room came up around the corner. You hoped he was awake. He had the occasion to sleep anywhere and anytime. And naked. As glorious a sight that could be, his body wasn’t the one you were looking forward too. You pounded on the door loudly, just in case. He swung it open a few seconds later, clothed, and nearly suffocated you in a massive embrace.
“Lady Y/N! I wish you the best of days on this anniversary of your birth. Come, I have a few gifts for you.” He pulled you into his suite and lead you to a table with an envelope and a bottle of dark liquid. Bucky wasn’t kidding.
“Actually Thor, maybe we could save the booze for later. Like when everyone is together. I can take the note now and drink with you later.”
“Nonsense. One shoot shouldn’t hurt.”
“It’s called a shot. And the phrase is ‘one shot couldn’t hurt.’”
“Perfect, you agree. Here.” Thor shoved a shot glass into your hand and drank his. You followed, knowing he wouldn’t let go until you did. It burned all the way down your throat, but not as much as you thought it would.
“Hmm. Tastes like whiskey,” you said as Thor passed you the next clue.
“That’s because it is. I’m saving the real stuff for later. Bucky owes me twenty bucks for getting you to drink it though. Ha!”
You playfully punched Thor in the arm, hurting your knuckles more than your probably hurt him, and read the next clue.
Be sure to wear the protection provided at the door of your next stop. The ‘Science Bros” can do some crazy things. Pray I didn’t employ them to make the cake.
You giggled. You trusted that Banner could bake a cake, but you were pretty sure Tony had never cooked in his life. Not well enough for consumption anyway. You descended to the lab and was surprised to see Clint there. He was holding a package.
“I wanted to see their present instead of hearing about it later at Nat’s birthday bash. Here, you’ll probably need this.” He held out bag, which turned out to be a rain poncho and goggles. Clint stayed outside but pressed his face to the glass like a kid in a candy store.
Immediately upon opening the door you were doused with cold water. “Real classy guys,” you sputtered. Another step in you felt a tripwire against your ankle. Confetti rained down and stuck to the poncho, giving you a look you assumed was something close to that of a piñata.
“Classic,” Tony laughed. He was nearly folded in half while Bruce just smirked.
“Sorry, Y/N. It was his idea.”
“No entirely. You added the confetti.” Tony wheezed a few more times then pulled out his phone to take your picture. He almost dropped it when he saw the poncho. “Bucky wasn’t supposed to warn you! How did he even know?” he whined.
“Super soldier, remember? Happy birthday, Y/N.” Bruce pulled you closer to them as Tony took a selfie. “You can come in now, Clint.”
“That was grea- ahhh!” He opened the door wider than you had, which emptied the rest of the bucket of water on him. A few late shreds of confetti fell too. “Seriously?” he asked as Tony snapped a photo.
“Oh yeah. And here’s your clue Y/N.”
He’s probably in the room with you. Likes arrows. And is probably wet from Tony’s prank… though not as wet as you’re going to be.
You blushed and turned to Clint, who handed the last red envelope to you with a huff.
I love you no matter what part of the world either of us is in, but come to the room where we are together the most for what I hope is the best surprise of the night.
You left the poncho and goggles in the lab and rushed back to your room. But when you reached the door, you paused. How did this happen? You were dating the Winter Soldier, and you were part of the Avengers. How were you this special?
Bucky swung open the door as you stood there. The gleam in his eyes told you everything you wanted to know. The kiss that followed said even more than that. He shut the door and pressed you against it, lips pressed deeply into yours and hands wrapped tight around your waist.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” he murmured, breaking away.
“Thanks, James.” Now you could look at him. He was shirtless and was only wearing black boxers. The tight ones. Already his erection was straining against the fabric. He noticed your gaze and chuckled before pulling you towards the bed.
“Are you ready for the rest of your present?” He sat you at the end of it and kneeled. All you could do was nod as he tugged down your shorts, still slightly sweaty from the running. Your panties were still intact, but his gaze was starting to make you pool. He ran a metal finger up the middle of your seat, cool on your rising heat. You let out a shuddering breath; he responded with a growl. “Tonight’s all about you. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to taste me,” you said, voice hoarse with desire. “I want to come just on your tongue alone. Please, James.”
At his name, he moaned and ripped off your panties. His hair skimmed over your thighs as he gave your folds a quick lick. You threw your arms back, bracing yourself for the oncoming heaven. Bucky kissed hard on your clit, humming into you as you hissed in pleasure.
“Come on, baby girl. Don’t hold back, let me hear you.”
You whimpered as he laid his tongue flat on you and breathed heavily before diving in. His pace was slow at first, warming you up and making you wet. Then he began to move his tongue in and out of you. You clawed at the sheets, moaning and shaking.
“Relax, Y/N,” he hummed into you, laying his cold metal hand on your stomach. He gently pushed you down before pinning your hips to the bed. Without the ability to move your hips, every sensation rippled through you. He was moving fast; you could feel your release coming. Your thighs wrapped around Bucky’s head, an action that inspired him to slide his metal hand down your waist to your clit to rub small, quick circles.
“Right there, James. You feel so good. Right… there…” You gasped as your walls tightened around Bucky’s tongue, then released. He sucked and licked up your wetness, rubbing your thighs as you trembled. He climbed his way up your body to kiss along your collarbone. Occasionally he would bite down on your skin, moving his way towards your sweet spot.
“Anything else, doll?” he asked between nibbles. You took a breath to answer him, but he found your sweet spot and sucked on it. You arched into him, suddenly breathless.
“I want to feel you in me. While you keep your mouth on me. Anywhere.”
Bucky leaned to one side and stripped off his boxers. He was fully hard now; it never ceased to amaze you how perfect he looked. He pumped himself a few times before leaning back over you. He teased your entrance, coating the tip in your juices, then slid into a little at a time. You rolled your hips to take more of him but froze as he started giving your breasts open mouthed kisses. Alternating sides, he circled his tongue around your nipples. His hands, one warm, one cold, ran up and down your sides before reaching up to knead your breasts.
He finished sinking into you, growling into your skin as you stretched around him. You brought one leg up to rest on his him as he started to roll into you. He would pull almost all of the way out before slowly dipping back in.
“Faster James. Please.”
“Anything you like, sweetheart.” He pulled out and slammed into you. You screamed as he continued to pound into you. He shifted his angle so he could hit your g-spot. Repeatedly. Your sighs and screams heightened in pitch. Bucky’s own grunts and moans became breathier. Your toes curled and you pulled Bucky’s face up to yours. His lips were full and tasted of you. He licked your lips, requesting entrance. You sucked his tongue into your mouth, shuddering as he thrust his tongue in and out of your mouth at an alternating pace to his cock. It twitched against your walls, making them clench around him. His pace began to falter, but he kept slamming into you.
“Come with me James.”
He thrust a few more times before you screamed his name, releasing as he spilled into you. He fell down beside you, panting and kissed you behind your ear.
“We’ve got to start celebrating your birthday every month.” He looked over at you, hair mussed and face flushed. You giggled. “And actually, we’ve got a few hours before Nat expects us downstairs for your party…” You didn’t give him a chance to finish before spinning on top of him. You ended a while later in the shower, cleaned up and ready to prepare to not look like you’d had a day of sex. Bucky pulled a box out of the closet.
“We can’t let the birthday girl appear without a party dress.” He held up a little blue dress, so dark it was almost black.
“Bucky, it’s beautiful.” You quickly put it on, loving the feel of the fabric on your skin. He zipped up the back for you, his fingers lingering on your shoulder.
“We’d better hurry, or we’ll never make it downstairs,” his hushed tone made you shiver.
After the party, when you both were sloshed with Thor’s gift, Bucky gave you an amazing second gift, you were just thankful that the walls were soundproofed. Happy birthday to you indeed.
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