Prompt: reader twisted her ankle and Bucky helps her take care of the injury. One thing leads to another and… well just check the warnings.
A/N: Okay…. So something weird happened last night. I was just doing what I normally do which is look through my drafts and see if I can come up with something for my imagines and stuff which didn’t happen, sadly. Then I just opened a new draft for some reason and just began writing while my mind drifted off to some… things. Basically what I’m trying to tell you here is that I wrote smut. Yes, I wrote smut and posting it will be my first time posting smut on this blog. I’m feeling kind of anxious about posting this because I don’t know if it’s any good. Either it’s so bad it’s hilarious, cringy or it’s actually something people can enjoy in a non humorous way. I mean I got a little erotically charged (college talk for horny (i love you if you get that reference)) while writing it but I don’t know if other people will. If you want to read it, go ahead and if you feel uncomfortable, don’t. Feedback is appreciated, especially now since this is my first smut that I’ve posted. You don’t have to go into detail just tell me if it was well written or not, that’s if you want to, of course. I don’t want to force anyone to do anything they don’t want to do. FOR THE PEOPLE I TAGGED!! I have no idea if you guys wanted to be tagged in smut posts too but hey, you don’t have to read it! I don’t expect every person to read every single imagine I post. Just skip this one if you feel like it.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Warning(s): SMUT, oral sex (both male and female receiving), cursing, unprotected sex (remember to wrap it before you tap it! Sex is cleaner with a packaged wiener. Don’t be a fool, cover your tool. Wrap your bate before you mate and all that stuff)
(A/N): I literally have no excuse for this other than I love mermaid Bucky so
Summary: (Y/N) happens to come across a rather friendly mermaid
The sun was just barely rising, the beach was quiet, no birds about squawking, no children running around carrying greasy hot dogs, no music of beach goers, just you, the sunset, and the ocean. With a pleasant sigh you settled down onto one of the docks surrounding the ocean.
You pick up a pencil and begin to gently sketch the purple and pink hues of the sky, your pencil gingerly shading along the half orb you had drawn for the sun. You bite your lip in concentration, looking from your paper up to the sky and back down to your paper again. Every so often you’d switch colors, truly wanting to capture the beauty of the sun and sky-
A gentle slap of the ocean is what grabs your attention. Sure, waves had been rolling in all day, sloping against the wooden posts if the docks, or against boats or sea cliffs but this one sounded different- sharper perhaps? It was much more clear and concise, more like a smack than anything else. The kind of sounds you got when a fish was squirming to get back in the water. You perk your head up and look around but alas there was nothing to see other than the vast expanse of salty water. That’s when you hear it again- that distinct smacking sound only now it was louder, and perhaps a bit faster than the last smack. It sounded panicked or frenzied if you thought about it.
You rise from your spot on the dock, looking around the docks and seashore to see where if perhaps there was any animal who had gotten stuck in some
Plastic or perhaps just needed some help getting back to sea. Your eyes search along the shore, between the boats, even against the cliffs before circling back around. Your eyes don’t particularly catch on anything but your ears certainly do, the smacking sound comes again and again and again, each slap more panicked than the last and it was loud, much too loud to be far away and that’s when you realized the boats closest to you were so large that you couldn’t see behind them or over them and perhaps whatever creature was stuck was hidden behind one of those.
You run to the base of the dock and to where the boats attach to the wooden planks and your eyes begin to search, scanning up and down the rows until you spotted something. And that’s when you see it, a gleam of silver in the purple sun, the scales of some fish as it struggles in a fallen net. Shit, you think to yourself as you run towards that particular dock, already dropping to your knees to help wrangle the poor creature free but what you see is most definitely not what you were expecting. Rather than some fish staring back at you with beady eyes you were faced with a man with rather large, beautiful shining blue orbs.
You stare at the mans face for what feels like forever before you snap out if your reverie, blinking lazily to clear your thoughts.
“Oh my god,” you whisper as you suddenly come to terms with the fact that a man had gotten himself tangled in this net. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” The man doesn’t respond, he simply stares back at you with these giant almost pleading puppy dog- esque eyes. "What happened? How did you fall in?“ You try some more questions but yet again the man doesn’t answer. He doesn’t respond with any words but some strange vibrations rattles the air and it takes you a minute to realize that this man is the one making the noise, a sad, almost depressed little whimper in his throat. "Okay,” you whisper as you lift up chunks of the net attempting to figure out how he was tangled. “Lets get you out of this,” You lift up the net as you pull it towards you but it gets caught on something, something almost triangular but almost soft when you tugged hard enough.
The man whimpers, reaching up
Through the net to grab at your hands, silently begging you to stop. You comply, immediately stopping the pulling. But rather than focusing on getting the poor
Man free your eyes are suddenly glued to something else, his hands. They would have looked like any other ordinary pair of hands if it weren’t for the fact that they were webbed and smooth, giving them a glossy like appearance. His nails came to sharp little points, like tiny little daggers attached to his flesh. You stare at his hands, half tempted to even touch them but suddenly the man starts up with his cries again, that low, depressed throaty noise that had your heart aching.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” you whisper, attempting to get back to work. You twist and pull at the net at all sorts of different angles, trying to free the man but each attempt only brought you more whimpers and more squirming.
“Shit,” You whisper as you stop struggling against the net, slumping down onto the dock in defeat. The man looks at you with concerned eyes, his sad noises starting back up again. “I- I don’t know how to help,” You mutter weakly, your tone nearly exhausted at this point. The man whimpers some more, his clawed hands reaching to attempt to tear the net away from his body. “Wait- stop,” You sigh as you reach down to grab his hands, trying to stop him from causing any more damage. “You’re gonna cut yourself-” The man becomes more panicked in his movements as you grip his wrist only now he was attempting to yank his grip from your yours rather than the nets. “I’m not gonna hurt you!” You attempt to calm him but it was no use, he was struggling and he was struggling hard. With one hard tug your knees slip on the dock, pulling you close to the waters edge. In fact, you’re just about to let go when the man gives one final tug, pulling you into the water with him.
Immediately water fills your lungs and you’re damn sure you scrape your feet along something sharp because the pain shooting into your legs most definitely isn’t normal. You bob back up to the surface, gasping for water as you hack up whatever you had swallowed all the while trying to wipe the water from your eyes. You cough a little as some water bubbles into your throat and out of your mouth, spraying back into the salty abyss. The man goes rigid, staring at you in pure fear and shock, his blue eyes widening in surprise.
“What the hell?” You deadpan, glaring at him with an angry gaze. “You could have killed me!” The man recoils just a tiny bit, those small whimpers bubbling in his throat again. You sigh as you paddle the water about you gently, keeping you afloat long enough to converse with this mysterious man. “I’m sorry- I get you’re probably stressed being caught in here but I’m just trying to help,” You give him what you hope looks like a sympathetic smile. “Can I try to help with the net?” You ask, gesturing to the offending material. The man looks at you and back to the net and back to you again, biting his lip in thought.
You can’t help but notice the way his teeth came to a perfect little point, just like his nails, like tiny daggers buried into his body. Sharp nails, sharp teeth, he wasn’t speaking to you, what the hell was wrong with this guy? But before your anger could bubble again the man nods, squirming just a bit within the water. You give him a grateful little smile as you paddle towards him, stopping just shy of his torso. The closer you got the more you realized just how beautiful this man was, with baby blues and stunningly dark hair, not to mention a strikingly strong jaw line and amazing cheek bones. Even with his strange hands and teeth you couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit attracted to him.
“You’re not gonna try to drown me are ya?” You ask only half jokingly, the other half completely meaning the question. The man looks at you with those damn puppy eyes, shaking his head softly. He almost looked offended by the question if you thought about it but you didn’t have time to gawk at his face, you had to help free him from the net. With a determined albeit hesitant smile you reach out to gingerly work the net away from his chest, trying so desperately not to brush your fingers over his milky skin.
You gulp as you reach up, slowly but surely freeing his head from the net. It’s then, with your fingers grazing along his neck that you notice something, three small cuts along either side of his neck, pulsating as you moved your fingers along. You can’t help but stare at them, perhaps out of morbid curiosity, your eyes glued to the pink flesh of each cut. If you truly thought about it they actually looked like gills of some sort, just like the ones of fishes your father had brought home all those years ago. The man squirms, making some noise in the back of his throat under your intense gaze. You snap out of your trance again, electing to ignore the strange cuts until you freed the man from the net.
“Almost done,” You whisper as you let the top part of the net fall in front of him, all you had to do now was free his legs and- The man reaches down with his own hands- webbed might you add- and rips the remaining net to shreds, nearly ripping it from his legs like some animal. There’s another smack of water and suddenly the man disappears, completely gone after the water calms. You look around, twisting your body to get a good look around but alas you found nothing, not even a trace of the net he’d been confined in. Sure, you thought this was rather strange but you dismissed it as the chill of the freezing water began to set in. You give one last look to the ocean before climbing back onto the dock, shivering within your skin as you meander back to your art supplies.
Your clothes had been soiled by the water and you were freezing, the sun was far too high in the sky to sketch now and thus your morning had been slightly ruined. With an unhappy little sigh you bend down and pick up your supplies and shoes before making your way back towards land, shuffling as water pooled from your shorts.
You wince as pain spreads throughout your feet and something wet slops below you. You look down, grimacing when you noticed the thick red liquid oozing from the bottom of your feet. Guess you really had cut yourself on something. You mentally curse yourself as you limp towards land, most definitely not looking forward to going home and having to clean your wounds up. Grumbling angrily to yourself you waddle onto the sand, nearly yelling in pain as the sand seeps into your blood. God, is this what you got for saving someone’s life? Next time, you begged the universe to remind you to never help someone out again. You stomp as best as you could to your car, an angry cloud of hate brewing over your head. In fact you were in such a bad mood that you failed to realize a certain man staring at you from a few miles in the sea.
The next day you tried the shore again, this time picking a different dock to sit on and sketch from. This time you picked on closer to shore, just to be on the safer side and once you had gotten comfy you began to sketch, hoping to complete your picture today but when you had only been drawing for five minutes you were suddenly interrupted. That telltale smacking sound resounded around you and all of a sudden an almost familiar head of black hair bobs above the water, only the man’s eyes and nose visible.
“Have you come to drag me into the water again?” You ask, a hint of smugness to your tone as you look back down to your drawing, completely dismissing the man. The man shakes his head, a look of remorse crossing his only visible features. “Are you ever going to talk to me?” You ask, suddenly setting down you art to look at him. “I saved you, you nearly killed me, and I don’t even know your name,” The man looks up to you then to your pencil and sketch pad. You follow his gaze, your own landing upon the pencil and paper. “Do you want to write it down?” You ask, the man nods and suddenly he bobs from the water, resting his elbows upon the dock as you hand him a piece of paper and the pencil. He quickly jots down a few words before handing the paper back to you.
James Buchanan Barnes
You smile at his choppy hand writing, it was cute if you really looked at it. “James?” You question, looking at his name again. The man reaches for the pencil and the paper, quickly jotting down a few more words before handing them back to you.
I like Bucky better
You smile even more, nodding. “Bucky it is then. So uh Bucky-” You test the name on your tongue, allowing the taste of it to settle in. You liked it. “Any reason you’re using up all my paper?” You joke but the look of regret that crosses Bucky’s features has your chuckling coming to a stop. “I’m sorry, I uh- I didn’t mean to offend you or…” You trail off as Bucky grabs the pencil and paper again, proceeding to write out another message.
I’m sorry, I can stop using your paper if you’d like me to
“No, no!” You quickly say, “I was just giving you shit, I really don’t mind,” Bucky looks at you for a moment before looking back at the pencil in his hand.
You really don’t?
“I promise,” You smile at him, hoping the small gesture reassured him. Bucky smiles, a small quirk of his lip is all, but it was a start. “So…you really like the water huh?” You ask, chuckling awkwardly at your own question. Bucky apparently doesn’t seem to notice as he nods, looking down to the water almost fondly. “Even after the whole…” You wave your hand, coughing a bit as you allude to the incident the previous morning. “The whole net thing?” Bucky’s brow creases as he reaches for the paper, quickly jotting something down before handing it back to you.
I’m sorry I dragged you in, I was just scared is all
You smile once more, his words alighting something within your heart. “It’s okay, nothing I couldn’t handle,” Bucky nods, his eyes wandering about the scenery almost lazily when suddenly his eyes land on your bandaged feet. You’d gotten home, cleaned the deep cuts out and went in to get stitches and now here you were again, sitting in the same place that gave you the cuts. Bucky pouts as he reaches out with a webbed finger, gingerly running his nail along the white bandage.
“Be careful,” You warn softly, not wishing to startle him. “It’s uh- it’s pretty sore,” Bucky pouts as he reaches out for the paper and pencil again, quickly jotting something down before shoving it towards you.
You bite your lip, contemplating whether or not you should tell him what exactly you had done. “Um, I just cut them up a bit, it was a complete accident,” You add, hoping he didn’t suspect you had cut your feet when you fell in. Bucky nods, reaching out again to run his clawed fingers along the bandage.
“Buck?” You ask hesitantly, biting your lip as you stare at his hands, his very strange, not at all human like hands. The man hums, a low purring like sound issuing from the back of his throat. “Can I uh- Can I ask a question?” Bucky nods as he pulls away a bit, resting his folded arm on the dock to keep part of his body up out of the water. "What’s with the hands?“ You gesture to his, specifically to the webbing. Bucky looks at his hands, a sudden blush rising to his pale skin. He quickly hides his hands under his arms, hiding his face in the flesh part of his elbow.
"I’m sorry,” to attempt to backtrack, already feeling horrible. “I didn’t mean to make you feel embarrassed, they’re just different from mine, see?” You hold a hand up, showcasing your short, trimmed nails and most definitely not webbed fingers. Bucky poked his head up a bit, looking at you with uncertain eyes. His piercing gaze then falls to your hand, the blue orbs scrutinizing each finger as he stares. He cocks his head to the side as he studies it, almost with a childlike curiosity.
He gently shifts his arms, hesitantly pulling his hand out from hiding an slowly but surely raising it to yours. It even felt different, it was slimy, practically clammy against your own but it wasn’t unpleasant. He studies the two hands together, pushing his fingers against yours only to pull them back again, he looks at his webbing and then yours, studying his webbed hands almost distastefully. He then moves onto the nails, studying your small stubby ones and then his long, jagged ones. He hums softly, cocking his head to the other side as he places his fingers between yours, watching the way they only went so far due to his webbing. He was studying you like he’d never seen another human being before and at this point you were starting to think he hadn’t…
Summary: Photo op sessions are bit too NC17 for Sebastian’s liking.
Pairing: Reader x Sebastian Stan
Sebastian has his
eyes on you. Actually, you think that his eyes are casted at the crowd behind
you; with their fandom shirts, and Bucky costumes, and nervous laughter that
slips off the edge of their velvet tongues. The smell of the photo op room is a
mix of tears, sweat, and the scent of pine that is causing bumps to rise on
your skin. It’s not that you haven’t done this before. Your father has been
taking you to conventions since you were fifteen. In a house full of sport fanatics;
really, that wasn’t at all an overstatement. There was yet a time where at
least one room in the house either had a game playing, or buzz words that were associated
with whichever current sport flew through the small, but lively house. But, somehow, you had found one interest with
your dad, and this was it. Now, years later, that interest had latched onto you
so tightly that you knew that it was never going to be pushed into the
The line moves, and
the two girls before you walk as if they’re floating on cloud nine to three of
the people that made up a little of the MCU squad; Mackie with his gapped grin,
Chris with his blind moob grabbing, and then Sebastian, still, with his eyes on you.
One of the girls perks up, and asks for a piggy back ride. And whilst the boys
agree, rather eagerly, the convention’s staff usher them off rather quickly. So
much so that you aren’t exactly thinking you’ll get much out of the troublesome
three when you walk up to them. But Sebastian looks at you first, and without
even saying anything, pulls you towards him. You realise rather quickly that
the scent of pine belongs to him, and with his fingers brushed against your arms,
it’s like an electric shock. Chris takes the place on your right, and Mackie is
behind you. Yet, when the camera just goes off, and you’re now repeating ‘stay
calm, stay calm’ in your head like a mantra; Sebastian slips. In effect, his hand
that is curled entirely around your waist shifts you closer to him.
He looks at you, eyes perhaps as blue as you’ve
seen in a while, with an almost apologetic look. Chris grins. And you’re
gearing up to the second photo because the photographer muses that the three of
you look more like a drunken gang of college students. But, then the second
click goes off, and Mackie repeats his actions. Only this time he’s overestimated
how far his legs can actually slide forwards, and he’s now on the floor behind
you. Your body twists to notice the site behind you. At that, your gaze
softens. Mackie’s lips are caught into a mischievous smile, teeth toying with
his bottom lip, and the both of you just know that he’s been caught in the act.
This is what causes the first time that you’ve heard Sebastian’s laugh up
close. And while you’re memorised with its sound; magical, soft, lilted. It’s
Chris that has your attention; with his hand falling towards his left boob,
giving him a bit of his own action.
Wishing I was spending my afternoon making out with Bucky Barnes
The end credits began to roll. That was by far the worst book-to-movie adaption you had ever seen. You pulled the blankets up your body further, not wanting to release any of the warmth. You were sitting next to Bucky, his arm wrapped around you, feet propped up on the coffee table in front of you. You had your head resting on top of his shoulder, feeling every breathe he inhaled and exhaled.
“That wasn’t a bad movie.” Bucky murmured, you felt his breath hit the top of your head. You rolled your eyes, sitting up and looking at him.
“Did you read the book?” You asked him, quirking an eyebrow and smiling at him gently. His eyebrows furrowed, shaking his head.
“That’s why you thought it was such a good movie babe.” You tilted your head to the side, raising an arm lazily to brush some hair out of his face. The afternoon sun glowed lightly through the glass panels, giving Bucky a beautiful tan. His eyes shone almost clear in the soft glow, his long, dark, full eyelashes casting a shadow over the tops of his cheeks. You were completely mesmerized. You watched as his tongue came out from his plump, pink lips, swiping over them. You felt his arm move from the back of the couch onto your right hip, making its way towards the small of your back before pulling you onto him. You swung a leg over him, straddling his lap, tilting your head and diving in to plant your lips upon his. Bucky proceeded to bring his other hand up to the back of your neck, effectively deepening the kiss. You felt his tongue swipe at your bottom lip. You smiled into the kiss, denying him. he lightly tugged your hair and grunted in annoyance, moving the both of you so that you were lying down on the couch with Bucky in between your legs. You wrapped your legs around his torso, making sure that he wouldn’t break the kiss. You loved how his lips molded perfectly with yours, how his warm lips contrasted against your cold ones. You loved how his minty breath would combine with your fruity spearmint one. You loved how close the two of you would get. You felt his cold, metal hand move down from cradling your head to squeeze your boob, emitting a gasp from you. You felt him smirk as he moved his tongue to explore your mouth. You tilted your head to the right, moving your tongue against his, attempting to explore his mouth. Your moved both your hands from gripping hi shirt to card your fingers through his silky smooth hair. You knew he conditions his hair from the countless times that you had massaged the conditioner through his scalp, but damn did it feel softer than any other male’s hair that you had touched. Your fingers curled the black locks around them before releasing and tugging at it. Bucky pulled away all of the sudden, your head moving slightly up to chase after his lips. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, taking in the sight before you. Bucky was holding himself up above you, his black hair falling from behind his ears, the man-bun he put in earlier failing him. The sunlight peeked through the strands of hair, creating diagonal lines that made his face look even more like art. His lips were slightly glossy and plumper than usual, slightly parted, allowing small pants to fall out from them.
“You know I love you right?” He whispered, his facial features soft, almost as if the kiss smoothed all his stresses away.
“I love you too.”
You propped yourself up on your elbows, reconnecting your lips with his.