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Playing strip poker with the crew and Chekov is attracted to you. You work him up so much that he reverts back to Russian. (He doesn’t know you know Russian though!)

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One day, you’re walking along when you fall into a hole. You realize in horror that this is the Writing Prompts database. To escape, you have to live through every single prompt on this page.

this aint a prompt its a full-fledged horror story

I’d rather die tbh

Good news for you amigo you’ll die many times before you live out every prompt

I feel like this could be fun tho

Oh boy, you are in for a wild ride if we include all the submissions that are still in my inbox. Want to have sex with The Doctor in a room full of talking bananas that are trying to lunge at your ass?

Ok normally i like the prompts on this page but what the fuck is this

I have been protecting you amigos since the beginning of this blog

Do you have any idea what’s it like for me? I seriously fear my inbox

IT SPEAKS

I DO

Never Have I Ever L.H

warning: smut ;))))

word count: 2500+

summary: Luke takes y/n’s virginity after a round of Never Have I Ever

requested?: yes, hope you like it Anon! I’m sorry for the wait, I know I told you it would be up earlier but I didn’t get the chance :/ anyway don’t forget my requests are open and I respond to all! ;)

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“okay never have I ever… had sex” Ashton said, immediately putting his finger down after the suggestion. I didn’t want to play this game in the first place, not in front of 10 or so people I’ve never met before. I don’t mind Never Have I Ever but it’s better with just your friends so you can admit anything without feeling embarrassed.

But of course Ashton had to do the sex one. I’m not ashamed of being a virgin it’s just that people judge you very easily, because apparently still being a virgin at 18 is a sin. 

And I can’t lie because one look from everyone and my face crumbles, the moral of the story, don’t trust me to hide anything because people can tell I’m lying from a mile away. 

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Lucky

Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1,415

Request: Could you maybe do one where the reader who is also a hunter and maybe just started dating Sam. Where she broke her leg and do to the pain meds she’s on she start crazy sleep talking. And in the morning it’s all fluffy between her and Sam. (And maybe while she’s sleep talking she says something about being being nicer to cas’s trench coat because they don’t want it getting angry again.) Sorry if it to long or detailed

Warnings: None

A/N: This was a cute, fun little fic to write. Hope y’all enjoy :)

For @madithemagicalfangirl 

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Fabio. Fabio was sitting in the chair across the room.

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LET'S MAKE SOME MOTHERFUCKING MAPS

YOU NEED

A BIG SHEET OF PAPER & A PENCIL

SOME MOTHER FUCKING MACCARONI (MAKE SURE THEY’RE DRY BRO DON’T WANT NO STICKY-ICKY MAP)

AIGHT THAT SHIT DON’T LOOK LIKE NO COUNTRY I KNOW (EXCEPT MAYBE AUSTRALIA FUCK THEM THOUGH)

ORGANIZE YOUR MACCARONI! MAKE SOME FUCKING COASTLINES!

BETTER, BUT NOT FUCKING GOOD! WHATEVER, TRACE THE COASTLINE WITH YOUR PENCIL. BE SURE TO BE SLIGHTLY SQUIGGLY AND, OH, FUCK THOSE LITTLE ISLANDS YOU MADE THEY’RE NOT BIG ENOUGH TO BE WOBBLY ENOUGH SO YOU’RE BETTER OFF USING EITHER RICE (OR SIMILAR) OR JUST TRY TO MAKE SOME REALISTIC FUCKING ISLANDS (SPOILER: YOU WON’T)

GOOD ENOUGH I GUESS WHATEVER LOOK AT THAT VAGUE SORT OF ISLAND/COUNTRY/CONTINENT SHAPED PIECE OF SHIT. SEE THE ISLANDS? I FUCKING TOLD YOU SO DAWG.

NOW TAKE A SHARPIE AND MAKE EVEN SQUIGGLIER FUCKING LINES AS YOU FILL IN YOUR ISOUNINENT

LOOK AT THIS WONDERFUL PIECE OF SHIT IT TOOK ME LITERALLY TEN MINUTES TO MAKE TOPS AND NOW YOU JUST NEED TO FIGURE OUT WHERE TO PUT ALL YOUR DWARF-FUCKING ELVES AND LIZARD-PEOPLE WITH BOOBS

FUCKING GOOD JOB

Some days my hope for humanity is restored in the most unusual ways…

Me too

The Distraction- Bucky Barnes x Reader

There was the sound of Natasha slamming you on the ground full force and your groans filling the gym. 

  You lay on the gym floor, not wanting to get up. The fight was over, you decided.

  Had this been a real fight, you would’ve been up and throwing your punches in less than a second. But you and Nat were only sparring, and you were always lazy when it came to practice.

  “Get up, (y/n),” Nat said, and without even looking at her you knew she was frowning. 

You didn’t comply, lethargy taking over your body.

   “(y/n)? I think you really want to get up,” warned Nat.

“Eh, whaddya gonna do?” you asked, shutting your eyes and sighing.

  “What’s (y/n) doing on the floor?” a new, familiar voice made you sit up straight as a poker.

  Bucky was standing at the door, one eyebrow up.

“Nat beat your ass?” he asked.

   Heat spread to your cheeks. Not because you were embarrassed of losing a fight to Nat- all the Avengers knew you were nearly as good as her, and she trained you every day. You kinda always got red and fidgety around Bucky, which is why you specifically scheduled your workouts with Nat to not clash with Bucky’s.

 “You-uh, Bucky, you don’t workout now….”you trailed off awkwardly, trying very hard not to focus on the contours of his abs, which his black tank was not doing a good job hiding.

 “I felt like a session now,” Bucky shrugged and without another word, headed off to the other end of the gym, where the weights were.

You bit your lower lip- you knew he was often short with people, but he was always a little too curt with you. You knew you annoyed him, but you didn’t know how.

  Nat was watching you with a sympathetic expression- she was the only one who knew you liked him.

  But you weren’t one to wallow in self pity. Very often, your hurt feelings would turn into something else- anger, frustration, a blatant desire to somehow prove yourself.

  You got to your feet swiftly. 

“Come on, Nat,” you said, “let’s have another round.”

All the lethargy had drained from your body. You grabbed the soft-tipped knife you were sparring with, and Nat grabbed hers, looking at you with what you fondly imagined was filial pride.

 Pretty soon, things were getting intense. Your weapon would clash with Nat’s- she fought gracefully, her expression controlled; you fought bitterly, your expression fierce.

  And…there was something that would’ve really made you feel better, if only you had noticed.

  Bucky couldn’t focus. He was lifting weights with his flesh arm, but his mind was on you- and pretty soon, his eyes, as he sat up to watch you fight.

He knew you would be at the gym before he came to workout- he just thought it would be good for him to practice being in your presence without feeling nervous, worked up. He avoided talking to you much because of the knots you gave him in his stomach; it was strangely painful, talking to you when he knew you were scared and mistrustful of him. You always got agitated and nervous around him- who wouldn’t given who he was and what he had done?

  Your expression was intense and you were flushed and sweaty- and it didn’t help you were wearing a tank top and shorts. He watched your every move; you were good.

  It was one of those fights with Nat that just went on for ever. You sparred and sparred; sometimes she would have the edge, and sometimes you would.

 Just when you thought the fight couldn’t get any closer, Bucky’s voice interrupted.

 “You can’t beat her, (y/n).”

  He had meant that neither of you could beat the other; you knew each other’s fighting style too well; but he couldn’t help addressing you- your name felt so good rolling off his tongue, so natural. 

  You didn’t exactly take that in a good way. Nat stopped sparring, and the two of you stood apart. Your eyes were flashing at Bucky.

 “Oh, really? It doesn’t sound like you know much about my fighting,” you said- you were hurt, and the words poured out furiously.

 “I bet I could kick your stupid butt,” you continued.

Nat seemed to like that idea. 

“Yeah, Bucky, why don’t you take (y/n) on?” she asked. Her intentions were good- it would be better for you to spar off your frustrations on the man who caused them.

 You looked at Nat in mortification. Being mad at Bucky from across the room and fighting him at the same side of the room were two very different things. Suddenly you felt like eating your words. You were good- but Bucky was the goddamn Winter Soldier.

  “(y/n)?” Bucky’s hesitant voice shook you from your thoughts. 

  “Yeah, bring it on, Barnes,” you said with ferocious false bravado; damn your stupid ego.

 Bucky looked as if he were contemplating for a moment. Then he stood up.

  “If you insist, ma’am,” he murmured, coming over.

  Damn he had fine muscles. And a metal arm. You were so dead.

  Keeping your false bravado face, you turned to Nat to ask her to be referee- but she wasn’t there. She deserted you!

  Bucky had found himself a sparring knife. He turned to face you. 

  “Are there any rules?” he asked, with a small smile. The two of you had never fought each other.

  “Not really,” you shrugged. “Just no serious damage allowed.”

  He nodded, and you began.

~***~

  He might’ve been strong, but you were smart. You took advantage of your own slightness, knowing how to slip away before a blow hit you.

  And then there was the sheer will to win in you. You were desperate to save face- so much that it took your mind off of the fact that you were with Bucky Barnes, often getting in so close that you could feel his hot breath on your face. 

  There was no way you could use physical strength to beat him. 

Putting away your bitter rage tactic, you set your mind to work as you deftly evaded his attacks- which was not easy, it was all you could do to keep yourself from being pinned and defeated.

  You needed to distract him. His moves were precise and calculated, and a good many hit their target. If it weren’t for your extraordinary resilience you would’ve been down by now.

   A distraction….a distraction…

The fact that it was Bucky fighting you was so far from your mind that you resorted to a trick you would’ve rather died than consciously use on Bucky.

  Your free hand reached for the strap of his tank top as you pulled yourself in- your body against him, you pressed your lips to his.

 The sound of the knife dropping from his hand was your cue. You kneed him in the stomach and flipped him on the ground, straddling his waist and using your legs to pin his arms while your knife found his throat.

  His mouth was slightly ajar and his steely eyes were staring blankly at the ceiling. 

  The realisation hit you as you bit your lip, embarrassment making you almost giddy.

   “I win?” you whimpered, your knife-wielding hand feeling clammy.

 His eyes found yours and he flipped over, pinning you under him and looking into your eyes.

  Your touch drove him insane- he couldn’t help it anymore. He kissed you softly, savouring your taste.

  You melted into his kiss, putting your arms around his neck.

~***~

  Steve and Sam came in with their bags, ready for a good workout session.

 Sam nearly screamed when he saw (y/n) and Bucky rolling on the floor, making out with an intensity almost savage.

well, there’s that. Feedback is really appreciated, and if anyone wants to request anything (dc or marvel) I’m open.

The joy of illness

Pairing; Reader X Draco Warnings; fluff

You lay groaning in your best of blankets and stare up at Draco’s face. His features are twisted into an expression of worry and love. His frown worsens as you moan and burrow deeper into the bed, the world spinning. “(Y/N)? Do you need to got to Madam Pomfrey?” He asked, sitting down by your legs. He started to run his hand over your knee. You hide your face and shake your head as yet another hammer whacks you on the head, and the world starts spinning again. You realise he said something to you, and stick your ear out of the blanket burrito you’ve created. “Do you want a cuddle?” You nod your head, pulling it fully out to face him. He is smiling, and moves next to you, encasing you in his arms. “Nothing contagious, I hope?” Draco teases, pulling you closer. You burrow your face in his shoulder, and groan a bit. He laughs, “I see.” Then adds seriously, “are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital wing? You really don’t sound okay, and you’re burning up.” You take your face out of his neck and say in a scratchy voice, the simple words, “no.” He looks at you, pain and care covering his face.

“Please.” He puts his face by your ear. “I’d feel better knowing you were better looked after, (Y/N).” It’s two hours later, and you’re still refusing to to go to the hospital wing. “I don’t need anyone but you, Draco.” Sleep grasps you as the pain in your temple ebbs away temporarily. “Stay with me,” you whisper, before sleep has you in it’s claws. Your eyes close, and as if from a distance, you hear Draco reply quietly, “Always.”

Cuddlebug: Draco Malfoy x Reader

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Request:can you do draco x reader where they’re dating and draco is like super touchy, cuddly, etc but the reader is totally not bc that’s just how she is but after draco’s whining and begging she always ends up cuddling w/ him every night (bc she secretly grew to love it but doesn’t tell him cuz he’s so cute when he asks her to cuddle and stuff)

Warnings: FLUFF

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Y/N lets out a huge laugh as Crabbe’s face turns bright blue from taking a bite out of his muffin. She leans across the table and slides a few sickles towards Blaise who gives her a cocky grin, “Told ya he’d fall for it.” Y/N gives him a bemused look, rolling her eyes slightly. She feels someone scoot in next to her on her other side and she holds up an index finger to Pansy as she babbles, turning to greet her boyfriend.

 “Slept in?” She asks, smiling at Draco, his hair a bit messy and sticking out everywhere as if he had just ran downstairs. He has a grumpy scowl his face, but it falters as he turns to look at Y/N, smiling boldly. 

“Mm. Bloody imbeciles kept me up all night.” He growls, narrowing his eyes at Blaise and his other roommates. 

Y/N tuts slightly, turning back to Pansy who is now whining wildly. Draco sips his juice and watches as she adamantly listens to the pug faced girl, nodding to her nonsense and giving her a response here and there. He admires her, the way she chuckles slightly to herself, the way her big y/e/c eyes focus on Pansy, the little gestures she makes with her hands as she tries to tell the girl how her problem isn’t really life threatening. He reaches over to brush some of her y/h/c locks away, as they spill onto her face. She stiffens immediately, turning to look at him abruptly. 

“What- what are you doing, mister?” She asks, cocking an eyebrow at the platinum blonde. 

He rolls his eyes, cupping her cheek and brushing his thumb swiftly back and forth across her cheek, “Admiring you my love.” He replies. She laughs nervously, pulling away slightly and shaking her head at him. He pouts slightly, his hand suddenly cold at the loss of contact.

Y/N had never been the touchy feely kind of person. Not that she didn’t like Draco touching her, because oh Merlin, she did. She just wasn’t very into it in front of people.  Truthfully, he made her tick like a time bomb and she didn’t like not having control over it. He was always playing with her fingers or trying to hold onto her lower back and it made her giggle and squirm away. Not that she completely against cuddling, because Draco was not so surprisingly needy in that department.

He whines, scooting closer to her and intertwining their hands, she turns her head slightly, glancing down at their hands and back up at him with a mischievous look. He gives her hand a slight squeeze and she sighs, using her free hand to pat the top of his before turning back to their friends.

Later, in Potions class, Y/N is hunched over her desk, peering down at her book as she tries to memorize the list of ingredients before she makes her way over to the cabinet to collect them when Snape is down explaining the precautions. She feels a cold, big hand grip her thigh, and even through the fabric of her uniform skirt she feels the electric cold current jolt her skin. She squeaks lightly, jumping and looking around to make sure nobody heard her before she turns her head to glare at Draco. “What the bloody hell are you doing?” She hisses, prying his hand off. 

He frowns at her, “Am I not allowed to touch my girlfriend?” 

She rolls her eyes at his dramatics, “Draco, you know that’s not it.” He grunts slightly, shoving his face into his palm and turning away from her. Y/N sighs, before turning back to her book until a few minutes later, his fingers and dancing across the desktop and curling around hers. She frowns, turning her head slowly to glare at him.

 He isn’t backing down this time, his fingers stretching and joining between the spaces of hers perfectly. “Draco, if Snape sees us-” 

“I’m holding your hand, Y/N, not fingering you.” He mumbles grumpily, causing Y/N’s eyes to go wide. 

He frowns, brows knitting together in guilt, “Sorry, just, I wanna touch you, love. Please.” He whines.

She’s trying to compute a response when Snape taps his wand on their desk table, causing them to jump.

 “Mr. Malfoy, it seems that something else has captured your attention. Perhaps, you’ll find it more efficient if you join me in detention to finish your lesson?” He growls, before turning and strutting away. 

Y/N tilts her head at Draco who is red faced and frowning, “My father will hear about this. Stop smiling.” He grumbles, rolling his eyes at her as he reads her “I told you so” expression.

Y/N flips the page of her book, her hungry eyes devouring the new words in front of her when the door is thrown open. She knows it’s Draco by the dramatic huffing, but nonetheless she looks up to see him frowning as he chucks his bag down and flops down onto the bed face first with a loud groan. Y/N looks up from her book, smirking as she leans over to toss his blond locks. “I take it that it wasn’t fun.” 

Draco lifts his head slightly, scowling at her. “Sorry, sorry.” She murmurs, reaching and hand back up to cup his cheek. He pouts, turning on his side and burying his face into her stomach, arms tight around her waist.

 She laughs, dropping the book aside and tries to push him off, “Draco! You’re tickling me!” He mumbles something incoherently into the fabric of her pajama shirt, and tightens his grip. 

“Draco, love-” 

“No! All I’ve wanted to do all day is bloody cuddle you and that’s what we’re going to do.” He growls furiously.

 “Okay, okay, fine. At least let me shut the door, there’s a draft.” She mutters, trying to move. He shakes his head, pulling her closer to him. 

“Draco, I’ll let you cuddle me just let me shut the door.” She musters, trying not to laugh. He’s adorably needy, and it makes her heart flutter.

 “Promise?” He mutters, looking up at her with sleepy eyes.

 “Promise.” She says. He slowly lets go of her and nods reluctantly.

 She hurries up and shuts the door, locking it and hops her way back over to him. “C'mere, cuddle bug.” She says, crawling under the covers and patting the spot next to her. He grins at her lazily before crawling under and wrapping himself around her, one leg thrown between hers and his arms tight around her as he lays his head on the chest. She laughs slightly, leaning down to kiss his head, “Better?”

 “Much.” He replies automatically as he inhales her familiar scent of vanilla and cinnamon. She lets him cuddle her, running her fingers through his hair for quite sometime, until he lifts his head to peer at her, grinning cockily, “My turn!” He pulls away and lays down next to her, pulling her into his arms. 

She smiles against his collarbone, pressing a kiss there.

 “See, cuddling isn’t that bad.” He says with a chuckle as places a kiss on her forehead, her nose, and her lips. 

Imagine: cuddling a very shy Chekov extended

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Thats right bitches, its me, im back and better than ever.

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You’d been with Chekov for some time now, nearly 5 months. But he was still so shy. Barley touching you, barley kissing you. You’d gotten a hug if you were lucky. But that was fine; you knew he’d be ready in his own time, forcing him to show affection would just make him uncomfortable, which is the last thing you wanted.

You had met Chekov while working under the Captain for a few weeks while Sulu had to go back to Earth due his daughter being sick, and being the brilliant dad he was, he instantly went down. Working on the Enterprise was more like a dream then reality most of the time. But you loved every minute of it. Chekov was the first person you had talked to, even though he was shy back then, you got close quickly, an instant connection.

It was a Thursday night, well, rather Friday morning. It was 3am on the Enterprise; most people had finished for the night and restfully sleeping in their bunks. The overnight crew working silently to keep us going. You couldn’t sleep, you were tired but just couldn’t fall asleep, and something was missing. Pave was missing. You pushed back the covers of your bunk, stretching up your arms to have a quick stretch before placing your feet in the ground and walking slowly across the cold floor to your door, watching it slide open before you. You wondered down the hallway quietly, getting to his door, not bothering to knock, letting yourself in. As expected, the dorm was dark and silent, only soft snores from the bedroom filling your ears. You slowly padded along the floor, and into his room. There he laid, a shirtless Pave with the sheets wrapped around his waist, sleeping soundly. You padded over, pulling back the side of his sheets, sliding slowly under the sheets, hoping not to wake him from his sleep. You rolled over onto your side, facing him, watching him sleep, smiling softly as you lift your hand up, slowly brushing your finger along his cheekbone, causing him to grunt and move around slowly, you pulled your hand away as he opened his eyes, smiling lazily at you, mumbling softly in a deep voice “hey” he grinned, moving closer to you. “I couldn’t sleep…” you mumbled, looking at him, smiling softly. “zat is quite alright, you can ztay here” he mumbled lazily, letting his eyes close for a moment before opening his eyes to look up at you again. He grinned softly, sliding his hand around the mattress, moving towards your hip, he bit down on his lip as he lightly touched your hip, slowly snaking his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest, letting out a soft purr at the final contact, he let go slightly, you looked up at him, a worried expression coming over his face. “It’s fine, promise, was just unexpected” you mumbled, smiling softly. He bit his lip as he pulled you closer slowly, pressing his chest to your back slightly. Humming softly, you started to relax into his body. He hummed lazily, moving his head into the crock of your neck, relaxing against you, breathing in slowly. Mumbling against your skin, he softly said “Am I holding onto you too tight?” you shook your head. “No. This is perfect.” You smiled lightly, pulling the covers up around you both, sighing softly as he finally started to feel tired.

He was what was missing, he always made you feel better, more safe, more loved, more wanted. Every time you missing something, he was what you were missing. Letting him grow at his own time was one of the best things about him, because now everything you do together is even more special.

Delirious

Sebastian Stan x reader

Notes: fluff, swearing, innuendo. 

Summary: as Sebastian’s assistant you’re in control of almost every aspect of his life. Your relationship with him is friendly, however childish he can be sometimes. And when an accident happens on set, things get even more friendly. 

There will be a part two! 

“You know, this would be a lot easier if I’d have had my morning coffee..”

Sebastian’s voice trails and he looks at you, pushing out his lower lip in a pout. The make-up artist is still working on his hair, not to make it look better, but tousling it around messily. Other crew members are slicking up his left arm with lube to get him into the metal-looking arm that would complete the picture of Bucky Barnes.

You roll your eyes at him, he knows damn well there’s no time for coffee breaks.

“Yeah, I know, Mr Stan; but you wanted to sleep late, so: no coffee”

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Marks (Requested)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: “Okay so this might not be your thing but I love the idea of an OC/reader Avenger with healing powers (like Deadpool). And her boyfriend (ideally Bucky) being a little shit and sneaking up on her to leave fresh new hickeys since the ones from the night before heal so quickly.” Word Count: 2439

Warning: references of smut or brief smut, hickeys/bruises/a cut, Bucky being a little shit, Pietro being a little shit, Tony being Tony, Steve being a dad

A/N: I’m sorry I’m just no getting it up, work has been hell and my laptop was down for three days! Anon, thank you for the request that was both incredibly sexy and flat out hilarious to me. I hope I delivered what you had in mind!  <3 Also… pouting, whiny, confused Bucky might be my new favorite thing.

(Image not mine. Couldn’t find an image of Buck/Seb that I liked for this.)

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Trespasser

Summary: Once again, your best friend Bucky sneaks into your apartment while you’re away, but when you come home things take a hotter turn than usual.

Bucky x reader, SMUT/FLUFF, Word count: 3,617

TW: someone breaking into your home when you’re away, oral sex, unprotected sex, language.

A/N: I’m still working on my smut-writing skills, so feedback is welcome! Hope you enjoy!!

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“Ahhh!!!!” you screamed, dropping your groceries when you stepped into your apartment to see a man sitting on your couch.

“Jesus Christ, Bucky, I really wish you’d text me before you invite yourself over. When did I even give you a key?”

“You didn’t. I usually just pick the lock,” said Bucky as he came over to help you pick up the groceries.

“Well, here. This way you won’t get arrested if one of my neighbors sees you breaking in.” You tossed him a spare key you kept in a drawer in the kitchen. Bucky caught it and slipped it in his pocket.

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Burning Desires - Bucky One Shot

Author: ruminationsofaraven

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1409

Warning: SMUT! Please do not read it if you are NOT into it. Thankyouverymuch!

Summary: It is the reader’s first time and Bucky is going easy on her and trying to make her all comfy.

A/N: I was inspired by a fanart that was posted on Tumblr ages ago, I don’t even remember the artist’s name (sorry about that). I guess this piece is loosely based on it. Photo credits - to the owner! Also, this is the first smutty fanfiction I’m posting, so go easy on me guys. I hope you like it and please do drop in your honest comments, would love to know what you think. Cheers.

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Bucky’s teeth tugged on his hair-tie as he gathered his errantly behaving hair together and sexily tied it up. Damn, he took your breath away when his teeth tugged at things. His eyes never left mine as he did this. You were unequivocally mesmerized by him and there was no hiding it. He strode towards you and you found yourself cringing in the shadow of his broad shoulders.

“You are so intriguing.” He whispered in your ears, making them tingle and tenderly burn in the process. Your hands went rigid by your sides and you look up into his melted sapphire eyes. They gleamed at you, yearning? And if so, what were they yearning for?

“Why are you so intriguing, Y/N?” he breathed into your ears this time, tantalizing your nerves. Can’t you see that I will melt in this very spot if you do not stop that, you fool? You screamed at him internally.

“How am I supposed to know the answer to that?” You replied back feverishly. He captured your ear between his teeth and nibbled it, you let out a gasp almost instantly and your arms went flying around his neck for support. You flushed a deep scarlet and you could not meet his gaze. You wondered how you would react if he continued this torturously seductive ritual. His lips trailed to your neck and proceeded towards your lips, now beckoning and ready to be kissed. He seized them in one quick motion and let his tongue wander into the wilderness of your mouth. He explored passionately and traced the crevices, making you tingle and longing for more.

You gripped at his chocolate messy ponytail and yanked it free, reconnoitering through his long and luscious hair. Before you realized what you were doing, he made you moan as he grasped your thighs and brought them around his waist. You were straddling him in mid-air and he was losing control. He took long strides as he moved towards your little snowy bed, not leaving your lips unattended for a second and gingerly placed you on it.

His eyes feasted on your flustered state and he ran his hand through his wild mane. “What am I going to do with you, Y/N?”

You couldn’t form any coherent thoughts let alone words as he stared at you, intently. You felt like he was stripping you with his eyes alone! They weren’t wrong about the eye-fucking alright. Soon, he ripped off your purple vest tee and you attempted to unbutton his plaid shirt. He smelled like the fresh winter and forest mixed together and you inched closer to him, pressing your face down in the crook of his neck. Finally, he was not wearing that shirt anymore and the rest of his clothing followed. Now, it was your turn to ogle.

He was not very patient after that as his lips came thundering down to meet yours almost immediately. He even slid you out of your pyjamas and you did not even notice that! You moulded yourself to him and intertwined your hand in his hair for dear life. You could feel his nakedness on you as he pinned you on your back to your bed. He wasted no time as he unstrapped your bra, your breasts quivered under his primal gaze. Slowly, he blew on your right breast, teasing the nipple and finally taking it into his mouth. You were gasping for good old oxygen and found none. You were partly afraid that you would rip out his hair as you tugged at it penetratingly. Before you knew what, you were doing, you let out a loud cry of ecstasy.

Bucky’s POV

She was sprawled, naked and sexy. My eyes gorged on her exquisite breasts, I just had to take one in my mouth and see how she tasted. Divinity did not even come close to this magnificent creature I held tightly in my arms. I stripped her off her useless clothes and managed to pull off her pants as well. I could feel my erection, hard and wanton. I had to go easy on her. She looked so fragile and tiny. And damn her cunt, it was tight and fucking perfect.

I saw no reason to rush the provocative ritual and focused on making her feel comfortable. I coaxed her breasts with my tongue, making her wet and ready for me, attending to her flawlessly narrow hips, stroking and licking along the way. I could do this, slow and steady and I knew I could do all of this for a beautiful woman like Y/N. Her eyes were glazed with a carnal passion which matched mine and that pleased me immensely. Knowing that I am the cause of it, I smirked as she responded to my tongue so honestly. Her orgasmic reactions were making me come.

I had to do something to make her feel at ease. I knew what I had to do, I slid my forefinger into her, circling her clit. She immediately responded with pleasurable gasps.  She arched her back, bucking her hips to my finger and I kissed her wherever my lips found flesh. I fucked her with my finger and she moved gracefully like the strings of a violin to the bow. She moaned my name into my ears, biting and wanting more.

“You are so tight, baby. Unwind, for me.” I soothed her with my best sugar-coated voice.  And then I timed it effortlessly and slipped my hard cock into her as her tightness welcomed me. She started to feel the rhythm and I seized the opportunity and thrust into the softness between her thighs.

“Oh, my god, Y/N, you feel so damn good,” I grunted loudly. I had to grind into her to find a way to her sweet spot. Damn, she was a beautiful puzzle I wanted to solve, tonight. I was worried because she wasn’t saying anything, what if she was hurting? She cried out in pain as her nails dug into my back, pleading and craving for more, at the same time. I plunged into her, not having stopped for a minute and I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

“Come for me, baby. I groaned as I gave her my everything. “Bucky, I love you. Oh, my Bucky, Oh for the love of…” She loved the feeling of me inside her. This was the only way I could show her my love and she was so fucking perfect, meeting me, thrust for thrust until my seed spilled into her as her inner thighs dripped with my mark. I retired into the crook of her slender neck, breathless and content. She was all mine.

“Are you okay?” I asked her, struggling to catch my breath. Tears welled in her eyes as she nodded at me. What was I going to do with this beautiful and patient woman! I placed a soft kiss on her plump lips and held her close, never wanting to let go even for a second.

“Why didn’t you tell me that it was your first time?” I implored as I shifted my weight onto my arms, playing with the loose strands of her long hair.

“I was ashamed, sorry.” Her cheeks turned a dark shade of crimson, glorifying her after-sex radiance.

“After tonight, I think it is safe to say that you have nothing to be ashamed of.” I winked at her and she responded with that deliberate shyness of hers. I carried her to the bathroom and decided to clean up the little mess I put her in. She was gleefully nestled into my neck and I had to say that I was getting used to this. I finally felt like I was home.

Queen of Hiding

Paring: Bucky x reader

Characters: 

TW: FUUUFF, 

a/n: This was really cute! 

“Found you!” you yelled and jumped on Bucky’s back as he tried to hide behind the door. 

“HOW?” Bucky yelled in defeat. 

“Like i said, i am the Queen of hide and seek” You said and winked as you got in position to run to get to a hiding spot. 

“how about just crazy!” Bucky groaned and then started to count reluctantly. 

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Masterlist: A Guarded Heart

Summary: You work alone. You live alone. You are alone. And you liked it that way, or did you?  A planned, yet potentially reckless decision, changes your life forever. A story about a funny, loving, yet guarded woman, learning about friendship, love and forgiveness.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader with Wanda playing a large role and featuring The Avengers

“I truly believe that everything that we do and everyone that we meet is put in our path for a purpose. There are no accidents; we’re all teachers – if we’re willing to pay attention to the lessons we learn, trust our positive instincts and not be afraid to take risks or wait for some miracle to come knocking at our door.”

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven 

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven: Final Chapter

Watch this space, there may be a second part to the series :D

Holiday Blues

((A/N: I need to stop making fics on rooftops but like… that’s apparently my jam??? Anyway this is a cutesy one because I hate being alone on the holidays but this seems sorta sweet and cheesy. Also I love Bucky Barnes. And I need to write more Steve ones.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: None ))

It was supposed to be a nice night. A beautiful night. Stark had poked and prodded until he had gotten you to begrudgingly agree to come to the party. You knew the Avengers like the back of your hand and you had adored them all, but parties weren’t really your scene. Steve could put on a show and schmooze with the best. Thor fit in perfectly while Clint and Natasha would stalk about. Of course Tony was the life of the party and always pulled Bruce by his side while Maria made small talk and Wanda and Pietro giggled to themselves in the corner. The only exception to the party was always Bucky.

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