anonymous asked:

It was close to midnight when Steve walked into CEO!Bucky's home office, looking down at the agenda for tomorrows meeting when the distinct sound of skin slapping against skin, and the smell of sex flooded his senses. Steve admired how your skirt bunched around your curvy hips, the top buttons of your blouse were missing exposing your lace bra and chest adorned with love bites, and your stocking clad legs wrapped around Bucky's waist. Bucky was in a similar state of undress, his dress shirt(1/4)

unbuttoned revealing his muscular chest and abs with his slacks long gone showing his dress socks. Steve was pulled away from his thoughts as he heard you moan Bucky’s name as he fucked you into the wall, your fingers knotted in his now disheveled hair as he bit down and kissed at whatever skin was available. He felt himself blushing as he watched, clearing his throat before speaking “Buck I just need you to authorize the agend-” only for Bucky to interrupt him, “give me a minute Stevie”(2/4)

he grunted before turning around and swiping the papers from his desk, laying you on your back with your legs over his shoulders as he pounded into you, making you cry out. Your back arched up into the air as you felt one of Bucky’s hands tighten around your throat as he bent you in half and kissed you, your tongues exploring each others mouths. Grinding your hips together as his thrusts became erratic, one of your hands slipped to your slick cunt and began circling your clit. (¾)

Your toes curled as you felt your body begin to tense from the oncoming orgasm, your cunt clenched around Bucky’s cock, causing him to cry out as he came inside you. He snapped his hips into you, before pulling away from you, leaving you panting and your body spasming. Bucky ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to fix it, he began buttoning his shirt and got the papers from Steve with a soft kiss. “Clean her up for me, will ya Stevie?” Steve blushed and kneeled between your legs.(4/4)

I’ve been thinking about this for about an hour and I just…

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

Moaning Monday™


Imagine Coming Out To The Avengers As Agender

For Anon (I’m sorry if I mis-potray anything and I hope this makes you happy!)

“So you have a new member what do you have to say about that?” the reporter, Christine, asks.

“Oh (Y/N)? Great I love having (Y/N) around” Steve replies and you smile elbowing him playfully.

“Okay but the burning question on everyone’s mind is what are you? A boy a girl? Please tell us!” Christine exclaims and you freeze. Oh they noticed the lack of pronouns you use for yourself and the Avengers hesitancy to even use pronouns. You change in costumes and outfits probably adds to the confusion as well.

“Gender? Well I’d say I’m a being of pure fire” you answer nonchalantly avoiding the question. You are made of fire it’s in your veins and heart literally.

“No no what’s in between your legs?” Christine rudely presses and you blush angrily.

“The crushes heads of my enemies” you hiss.

“Oh please just tell us if you’re a boy or a girl” Christine persists. This makes you snap and suddenly you don’t care if you haven’t even told your team yet this lady needs telling off.

“I AM A GENDERLESS BEING OF PURE LIGHT!” you yell. You hear Steve choke on air and Tony spots water onto Christine in surprise. Natasha smirks and Clint shells her over twenty bucks. Bucky just grind and swings his metal arm around you.

“I’m Genderfluid so welcome my gender non binary friend to the club and fuck off Christine” Bucky snaps. Christine rushes away with her cameraman leaving you and the team.

“We are so proud of you” Bruce says and pulls you into a hug. The rest of the Avengers quickly join engulfing you completely. You smile widely feeling warm.

Acceptance feels nice.

anonymous asked:

Imagine Bucky is agender, has been since childhood. He (they? Xe? The only one Bucky knows is wrong is *it*) can't help but wonder, though, if this only made it all the easier for HYDRA to create the Winter Soldier. A weapon doesn't have a gender, after all, does it?

The panic attacks and the flashbacks are horrible, but they’re things Bucky can rage and fight against. The thought that drifts into their mind and clings as light and persistent as spider webs … that is harder to fight. The thought is a calm, rational pointing out that perhaps Bucky had been particularly … suitable for HYDRA’s experiments. Susceptible, whispers the voice. Weak.

It slips from Bucky’s lips late one night in the dark. It feels like an all-too-reasonable truth by this point; they’re not expecting Steve to snap from the sleepy meandering conversation to sudden alertness, sitting upright.

“‘A weapon doesn’t’ - Bucky, what…?”

They’re not expecting the utter bafflement and shock in Steve’s voice, either. They flinch away a little, rolling to the edge of the bed.

“Hey, no,” Steve says. He presses up against Bucky’s back and slides an arm around Bucky’s waist, hugging them close. “That’s bullshit,” Steve says, gently.

“You don’t know that,” Bucky protests.

“Yeah, I do. If HYDRA had caught me instead -.” The thought is intolerable; Bucky physically tries to twist away from it, but Steve’s lightly trapped them in his embrace. “Seriously, Buck, hear me out. If they’d caught me instead, would it have been harder for them to break me because I was a man?”

“What? Steve, no. I just…”

“Good,” Steve says. “Because I don’t think the reverse about you, not for one damn second.”

Steve shifts back just enough to give him space to rub Bucky’s back; slow, firm pressure, working at the tension locking Bucky’s back. He exhales quietly.

“When we were looking for you ….” He grimaces. “When we were looking for you, Nat dug up what she could about HYDRA. She found an early file about you.” Bucky tenses again. Steve keeps stroking their back. “I’m sorry, I read it. I’m sorry. The things they did to you … you held out for months. Months and months, you fought them all the way down. There was nothing ‘easy’ about any of it.” Steve smiles wryly against the back of their neck. “You pissed them off, Buck. And even after they got their soldier, they had to keep beating you down, because anytime they dropped their guard you kept trying to come back.”

Bucky rolls back over and presses themselves against Steve. Steve returns the embrace, hard. “You came back,” Steve says, voice wavering. “And there’s not a day that I’m not profoundly fucking grateful for that.”

“Needed you in order to do it,” Bucky mutters.

“That doesn’t make you weak, that makes you human. We all need people.” Steve takes a breath. “I need you.”

Bucky snorts. “You’re a sentimental fool, Rogers.” But their voice is a little damp, and they in no way loosen their grip. Neither does Steve.

spacedudebenny replied to your post:No but has no one talked about agender/genderfluid…

i’ve a very good friend who is all about that agender bucky!

old-manrupee replied to your post:No but has no one talked about agender/genderfluid…

So like, having their mind blanked so often made them forget gender and gendered behavior, and just one day after some time of rehabilitation, they decide to “find out” what gender they are. And after a lot of soul searching, they finally decide…

Hella, thank you guys

I’m not really sure why, but the idea just really appeals to me? It could be the whole blank-identity, blank-slate component of Bucky’s characterization in MCU that kickstarted that feel.

I just like the idea of a superhero/villain character who reads as traditionally, typically-for-the-genre ultramasculine being very free of traditional, stereotypical gender roles and doing and looking however they want uvu