buck up and get yourself a lay

Just Say the Word (Young Remus Lupin x reader-- SMUT)

A/N: OKAY so this is one of the first few times that i’ve attempted smut and i’m low key proud of it (??) like the ending got a little muddled but i love this idea sm ahhhhhh

word count: 1357
warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, swearing

It’s the day after the full moon. Your boyfriend, Remus, hasn’t been to any of his classes today and you can’t say you’re surprised. It kills you, though. You’re always nervous the day after. You can’t pay attention to anything. All you can think of is rushing to the hospital wing after potions to see him.

The bell rings and you’re the first one out the door. You’re running as fast as you can manage in the now crowded corridors. You get to the infirmary and look all around, asking Madam Pomfrey if she’d seen Remus today. She had and she sent him back up to his dorm an hour before. You nod and thank her. Now, all you have to do is get back to the Gryffindor common room.

You climb the stairs to the boys’ dorms. You come to his door and exhale. It creaks as you open it, causing him to look up. “Y/N, hey.” He says sleepily. He sounds awful.

You sit on the edge of his bed and look down at him with a sad smile. “Hi.” You examine his face carefully, tilting it toward you. He has a black eye, and a scratch on his collarbone. You just barely trace your fingers over it, frowning. He lets out a quiet hiss. You retract your hand quickly. “Sorry! I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head slightly. “No, no. It’s okay. Just- hurts.” He huffs, reaching to intwine his fingers with your own.

“What did Pomfrey say?” You ask, softly brushing hair out of his face.

“I’ll be fine.” He assures you. “Gonna take a few days till I’m 100 percent, but I’m fine.” He tries to sit up, but ends up whimpering and grabbing his torso. “Really.”

You sigh. “Okay. Shirt off.” You stand up and help him lift his tee over his head. You gasp. His torso is littered with bruises and scrapes. “Oh my God, Remus!”

He bites his lip, wincing. “It’s not as bad as it looks. I p-promise.”

“Shush.” You press your finger to his lips, pushing him flat on his back, before kneeling up on his bed and straddling him. “This okay?”

“Mm.” He grins down at you, sitting lightly on his pelvis. “What’re you doing down there, sweetheart?” He reaches a hand up to cup your cheek. You place your hand on top of his and lean into it.

“I just..” Your eyes close. “I don’t want you to hurt anymore.” You lean down, placing cautious, barely-there kisses on each and every scratch, scar, and purple mark on his chest. “Close your eyes, now.” You coo, sitting up slightly to look at his face.

“Y/N-” He tries to protest.

“Close them.” You give him a bit of a look and he obeys. You carefully press your lips to his bruised eye and all the space around it, before laying one last peck on his nose. “What are we gonna do with you?” You giggle. He opens his eyes. You can taste his breath. He adjusts himself slightly to close the space between your mouths. The longer it goes on, the more intense it gets. Your tongues sloppily connecting and exploring each other’s mouths. A “mouth battle,” as Sirius and James would call it.

Then, you feel it. He’s gotten a bit too excited. You blush and laugh against his lips. “I’m sorry.” He mutters, chuckling as well.

You shake your head. “No, it’s my fault.” You sit up and are about to move off of him when he pulls you back down. He has that look in his big brown eyes, the one he always has when you two were about to get intimate. “Wha- Remus, no. No, you’re hurt. As much as I’d love to-”

“Please, Y/N. Just to distract me from the pain.” He whines.

“Rem, don’t do this.” You frown. “I don’t wanna risk hurting you more.”

He’s determined, though. “Please.” He grabs your hand. You don’t budge. “Please.” He can tell you’re starting to give in as he kisses your knuckles. “Please.” Goddamn it.

“Okay, okay.” You sigh in defeat. He sits up, beaming, ready to trade positions with you when you gently place a hand to his chest, pushing him back down. “Mm-mm. You aren’t moving. M'gonna take care of you, yeah?” You assure him softly. You’re actually incredibly nervous to do this. Your biggest concern is causing him more pain than he’s already in.

You slip off your shirt and toss it haphazardly on the floor, your pants along with it. You look to him. You can tell he senses your uneasiness. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I just- I love you and I want you.. And I know that you’d make me feel a lot better. We don’t have to, though.”

“I want to. I’m just afraid that-” You cut yourself off. “Listen, if something goes wrong, hurts you, you have to tell me.”

He nods, his eyes gazing up and down your body as you unclasp your bra. “Stop staring, Moony.” You giggle.

“Sorry.” He smiles. “You’re just- you’re so beautiful.”

You shake your head, trying not to blush. “Okay. Okay.” Your hands are shaking as you slide down his body, removing his sweatpants and boxers in one slow, trembling movement.

“S'alright, love.” Remus watches you and how fidgety you are. “It’s only me.” He reaches for you and you give him your hand.

You take a deep breath. “Yeah. Yeah.” You scoot back up so you’re on his hips. You let him tug at the hem of your panties, before you pull them down completely. You lower yourself onto him, quite slowly. A little more than halfway down, you hear him let out a whimper. “Rem?!” You stop your movements immediately. Your eyes are now fixated on his face, instead of your own thighs. His eyes are closed and his fingers are tangled in his bedsheets.

“No- no. I- it’s fine. You’re just- so- this is good.” He finally manages the words. “Mm.. S'good.” You feel yourself get more excited as you slide down the rest of his length. God, he felt good inside you. You let out a quiet moan. His hands make their way to your hips as you buck them forward gently. “God, Y/N.” His breath hitches as you make your way back up him, your anxieties now having slipped your mind.

After a few go arounds, you feel him thrust into you. You gasp. It felt damn good, but you didn’t want him moving. “Hey, easy.” You lay a hand on his chest, while the other finds his own, still resting on your hip. “Easy.. If you want something, just say the word, babe. Use your words.” You lean down and kiss him roughly.

“Faster.” He murmurs against your lips.

You smirk. “S'all you had to say, love.” And with that, you sit up, quickening your pace.

“Y/N- sweetheart- fuck!” He groans.

The knots in your stomach tighten at his words. “Remus- I-” You grasp for his hands and close your eyes, wanting to let go, so badly. “I can’t.”

“Go on. Go on, I’ve got you. F- fuck.” He spits the words out as quickly as he can. He takes one hand off your waist and brings it to your clit, stroking it vigorously, helping you along. The new sensation sends you over the edge with a shriek of his name. The pure ecstasy has you squeezing his hand and trying to find something else to hold onto. “That’s it, angel- Oh my- Mm- Babe- I-” He’s at a loss for words. You feel him finish. You lean down and bury your face in the crook of his neck. He kisses the top of your head. You’re both panting. “Thank you.” He sighs. You nod in response.

You climb off of him after a minute or two and just lie next to him. You pull a blanket up over the two of you and snuggle into him, careful not to get too clingy. He turns on his side to face you, wincing slightly. “New monthly tradition?” He kisses your nose.

You chuckle, “I’ll think about it.”

Dancing On My Own: Part 3

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader / Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Drunkenness

Catch Up Here

Word Count: 1206

Summary: Bucky Barnes never imagined himself falling in love with anyone, especially his best friend’s girl. Of course his plans were shot to hell when Steve decided to surprise everyone and propose to you on your birthday. Had he missed his shot, or would he be willing to risk both of his closest friendships in hopes of winning your heart?

Author’s Notes: <3 I love hearing from all of you! Please let me know if you would like to be tagged/removed.

Originally posted by winter-barnes

Originally posted by only-gossip-girl

“Bucky,” you sighed as you rolled your eyes. Your best friend was currently sprawled out on the couch – drunk off his ass and sound asleep.

“Y/N,” he muttered as he groped the air sleepily for your hand. You obliged him and he grabbed hold of it tightly before dragging you to the couch beside him. You laughed breathlessly as he held you tightly to him. “Mmm,” he muttered as he nuzzled his head into your hair.

“Come on you lush, we’ve gotta get you home,” you laughed as you stumbled back to your feet. Bucky opened an eye cautiously and groaned.

“Can’t I stay here?” he mumbled grumpily.

You laughed at this as you yanked on his hand. Of course you couldn’t actually get him to stand up if he didn’t want to – you certainly weren’t that strong. Luckily you had Steve, who walked over to you tugging at his friend’s arm in vain with a grin. “Need help?” he chuckled.

“Good luck with that,” you snorted as you dropped Bucky’s arm and moved out of the way.

“Up and at ‘em, pal,” Steve yelled as he hoisted his friend to his feet.

Bucky moaned at the action. “You’re such a punk,” he muttered under his breath.

“Mhm, whatever you say, Buck. You think you can get to the apartment if Y/N helps you? It’s just around the block,” Steve asked – uneasy about the steadiness of his friend’s feet. “Fury called – mission,” Steve mouthed silently to your inquiring eyes. You nodded silently in return – if Bucky knew the others were going on a mission he would insist on going, but right now he couldn’t walk in a straight line.

“Sure Stevie,” Bucky slurred before wrapping his arm around your shoulder and shuffling his feet clumsily with yours as you made your way out of the venue.

“Oh seriously Y/N – I’m not THAT drunk,” Bucky mumbled as he crashed headfirst onto the couch. You let out a sigh of relief as you sat on the floor by the couch. Having to navigate down two blocks in Brooklyn with an intoxicated super soldier was harder than it sounded. Bucky turned over with a huff and looked at you through his lashes – a sheepish grin spreading across his face.

“What?” You asked flustered as you laughed.

“Did you have a good birthday?” he whispered quietly.

“The best in recorded history,” you grinned at him as you responded.

“I’m sorry,” he grimaced as he turned away from you to stare at the ceiling.

“About what?”

“Getting drunk and falling asleep at your party. I guess I am just an old man after all,” he snorted as he grinned at the ceiling. You laughed at this. Bucky always had a way of making you smile even when you were exhausted or terrified of the future. The thought pulled you back to the turmoil that had threatened to surface all night. You sighed to yourself before getting up. You had almost reached the doorway to your room when Bucky’s voice rang out. “Doll?”

“Yeah, Buck?” you asked as you turned to see him sitting up on the couch.

He paused for a moment. It was obvious that there was something that he wanted to say, but he suddenly reasoned himself out of it. “Happy Birthday,” he smiled before laying back down.

Bucky sighed to himself as he stared at the ceiling. He hadn’t been this drunk in years and he silently cursed himself for acting like a total fool. He could hear you in the other room as you readied yourself for bed. The temptation was there – to burst through your bedroom door and press you hard against his body as he kissed you like his life depended on it. The thought caused his body to respond in ways that surprised him, but he wouldn’t act on it. He had too much to lose by rushing headlong into his confession to you. He sighed again as he turned on his side – this was going to be next to impossible.

Maybe he was better off having you as a friend than not having you at all. His heart ached at the thought. He knew he was treading on dangerous ground. Steve had been a brother to him for the better part of ninety years, but even then – he couldn’t help but hope for things to not work in Steve’s favor – just this once.

He was faced with an impossible task – to be the man you deserved and lose you to his best friend, or to be the man he knew he was and lose his best friend in the process.

You padded softly from the bedroom to to living room to check on the sleeping form nestled on your couch. Steve had texted you to let you know that he was going to be gone with the others for at least a week which meant you had plenty of quality time with your best friend ahead of you – as long as he didn’t die from alcohol poisoning first. You sighed with relief as you neared the couch. He was peacefully asleep— with his hair sprayed messily across his face, and his lips slightly parted. You couldn’t help yourself as you reached out to gently brush his hair from his face. A small smile turned up the corners of his lips as he raised his hand and nimbly placed his fingers over yours. You laughed as you shook your head at him – unable to even be annoyed that he was pretending to be asleep. “How long have you been awake, punk?”

“Long enough,” he grinned as he peeked through his lashes. “Why don’t you take a picture next time? It will last longer,” he teased as he pulled you down onto the couch – wrapping his arms around you as you snuggled beside him. You had always been affectionate with Bucky – it was part of your friendship. As he hummed into your hair you couldn’t help but relax into his embrace. His warmth was intoxicating, and after a long night of tossing and turning while you waited for Steve— you embraced it. Steve – the thought of him made you feel guilty immediately, but you weren’t sure why. You sat up with a sigh as Bucky propped himself up on his elbows to look at you. “You okay?” he asked as he stared at you.

“I’m not sure,” you muttered as you pushed off the couch and walked towards your room.

Bucky watched you closely before getting up from the couch with a groan and following you. He lingered at your doorway, casually leaning on the frame. “What’s going on with you?” he whispered.

You shrugged as you threw yourself back on the bed. “I have no idea, Buck. I just… I don’t know….” The buzz of your cellphone cut off your confession to your best friend. You had wanted to tell him that something didn’t feel right. You had wanted to tell him about the crippling anxiety that had descended upon you after you had said “yes” to Steve’s proposal, but as you brought your phone to your ear and heard your father’s panic stricken voice everything you had meant to say melted into oblivion.

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You’re My Strong Soldier

Originally posted by buckwildbarnes

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, some OC (Alexei Petrov) for ya bc I know nothing

Warnings: Uhhhh violence, Bucky hits a child like once, BLOOD, talks of Bucky’s past, angst, not much really, this is pretty much just fluff

Summary: Reader is pregnant and is asked to stay off the missions for her own good and to work from home. Bucky comes back from a really tough mission with Steve involving some kids being captured by HYDRA and starts to question whether he’s going to be good for his kid or not.

RUSSIAN TRANSLATIONS (idk if they’re accurate, they were googled hahah):
моя принцесса = My princess
Где Вы такин’ я, ребенок? = Where are you taking me, kid?
Моей семье, господину Барнсу = To my family, Mister Barnes
Настолько хороший из Вас, чтобы присоединиться к нам, Зимнему Солдату = So nice of you to join us, Winter Soldier
возлюбленный = Sweetheart
Я люблю вас так много, мою королеву = I love you so much

Keep reading

Everyday with you is wonderful

Request: Bucky x Reader where Bucky surprises her with a romantic dinner on the rooftop of the tower and everything goes horribly but the reader just finds Bucky adorable (because he is)

Warnings: language.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

A/N: I changed this up a little.

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

You can say you’ve always had a crush on the shy, metal armed soldier named Bucky Barnes.

So to say you were ecstatic when he (nervously) asked you out, would be an understatement.

Late night missions together, training sessions, even trying to teach the soldier to make a high end meal, which didn’t go over well. But makes for good memories to tell in the future.

You were in your bedroom, putting on a dress for your date with Bucky.

At least, you assume that’s what he wants you to do. He never told you what to wear, if it was casual or fancy. So you just went ahead with a pink and white sundress, put your hair into a side braid, and applied minimal make up.

Taking one last look in the mirror, you decide you look good enough. Now you just wait for Bucky.




Bucky leaves his shared apartment with Steve, a nervous wreck, his only palm sweating so much he keeps dropping his phone and keys.

“Buck, you need to chill. Everyone at the tower knows (Y/N) is head over heels in love with you, she’ll love it no matter what.”

“I know, Steve…that’s why I need it to be perfect, she’s perfect and she deserves the best.”

“Take the motorcycle Bucky, girls love motorcycles, at least that’s what everyone tells me.”

“Y-Yeah okay, that’s a good idea.” He takes the keys for the motorcycle and drops them 2 times before they even make it into his pocket.

Steve leans down and picks them up for him, resting his hand on his right shoulder to try to calm him down.

“Buck..you’re gonna make her a nervous wreck If you don’t calm down.”

“I’m sorry. You’re right. She’s just so perfect Steve…she makes me feel something I haven’t felt since before the war…I actually feel like myself again…a part of me that I thought was long since dead has made himself known again…I can’t screw this up..” Bucky runs his hands through his hair.

“Just relax Bucky, she loves you just the way you are, you know that.” Bucky stands up and shakes himself off.

“I-Im ready. I can do this.”

Steve pats him on the back and smiles.

Bucky shakes his head one more time and walks out the door.

He comes back 30 seconds later.

“I need the keys.” Steve laughs and hands them to him.

“Wondered how far you’d make it.”



Bucky laughs and leaves for the 2nd time, with everything in tow.




Bucky is 30 minutes late at this point, you begin to wonder if he’s forgotten.

Another 5 minutes passes before you finally hear the door bell.

You get up off the couch and make your way over to the door, opening it to reveal your date.

You smirk at him, not at all upset with his tardiness.

“I-I’m so sorry, (Y/N), I forgot the keys, then traffic was bad, and the–you’re wearing a dress?” You’re taken aback by his sudden change of topic.

“Yes…is there something wrong with it?” You look down and try to find a stain, or something wrong with it.

“N-No! It’s beautiful…I’m sorry, I should have told you what to wear.., I brought the bike..”

You laugh, a big full belly laugh.

“You’re so adorable, Barnes. I’ll be right back.” You walk to the back room again, going to change into a T-shirt and a pair of jeans, seeing as that’s what he was clad in.

When you come back into the living room, Bucky is sitting on the couch, head in his hands. You assume he’s embarrassed.

“Bucky?” He sits up quickly, startled by you.

Did you just catch him off guard? That’s a first. He must be REALLY nervous.

“(Y/N) I-I’m so sorry…this is going horribly so far…I just wanted this evening to be perfect..you deserve perfect…” He looks down, his hands interlocked.

You walk up to him, grabbing both his hands in yours.

“Just spending the evening with you is a perfect evening…” You look up at him and lean up on yout tip toes and kiss his cheek.

He blushes and runs his thump over your knuckle.

“We better go, doll.” He leads you outside and towards the bike. He gets on and you get on after him, and wrap your arms around his waist, leaning your head on his back.

You love this man. He means everything to you, this evening is wonderful to you, even if it does flop.




The ride to the restaurant is quiet, as quiet as a motor cycle can be at least. You get off the bike first, getting your jeans stuck in the kickstand, and fall over. Your back smacks on the concrete.

Bucky jumps off the bike and runs to you, leaning down to help you up.

“Fuck, (Y/N) are you okay?” You start laughing, wiping some tears of amusement off your face.

“I-I’m alright, Buck. That was great, man I needed that laugh.” He stares at you like you have 3 heads.

“You sure you’re okay, doll?” He rubs his thumbs over your cheeks and kisses your forehead.

“I’m alright sweetie, let’s go, I’m starving.”

You walk into the Italian restaurant, and up to the hostess. Bucky speaks to her;

“Yeah, uh, we have a reservation for 2 under Barnes.”

She obnoxiously smacks her gum a few times and looks on her computer.

“Uh, yeah, we had to give them to someone else, as you’re 50 minutes late. Sorry sir. NEXT.” She turns her back.

Bucky is just standing there in shock. You find yourself smirking.

“W-what?” You pull him by the sleeve, back out to the bike.

“I-I’m sorry (Y/N)…I can’t believe this…this is a disaster, I can’t do anything right..” He sits on the bench outside, obviously humiliated.

“Aw come on Buck, it’s okay, the days not ruined, we can go back to the apartment, order takeout and watch some scary movies, and I can snuggle close to you when I get scared! That sounds better than anything anyway, wouldn’t you agree?” He smiles up at you, standing up, he cradles your face in his hands, bringing his lips to yours.

“Alright, doll. That sounds good.”

Back on the bike, you make it home without incident, and manage to NOT fall off the bike this time.

You change into comfy clothes and pop in Friday the 13th. Bucky ordered pizza, so you lay yourself down on the couch, with your head on his shoulder, he wraps his arm around you.

“I love you Buck..”
“I love you too, doll.”

A perfect ending, to a disastrous evening.



I actually REALLY enjoyed this, super cute idea!

Hcs for being drunk around the gang

requested by anonymous

Darry: -you totally grind on him - he’s intrigued - makes you tea - holds your hair when you throw up

Ponyboy: - doesn’t really know what to do - when you throw up, he freaks out - gives you plenty of water - makes you lay down

Sodapop: - refuses to let you drive home - you totally embarrass yourself around him - he finds it adorable - *tries* to make you food

Dally: -lowkey digs when your drunk - likes how flirty you can get - just has you stay at bucks till your sober

Johnny: - doesn’t like when your drunk - keeps you warm - you both sleep out in the lot - has experience from his dad

Steve: - notices pretty easily how drunk you are - “woah, woah slow down doll” - lots of flirting

Two-bit: - finds you hilarious when your drunk - he probably asks if you have any more - but tries his best to be gentle

(sorry this took so long, and I put “drunk” so many times)

I Love You (Young Remus Lupin x reader-- SMUT)

A/N: okay i love this one sO MUCH like honestly i’m so happy with this one ahhhhhh

Requested by anon: Your Remus smut was sooooo good! I’ve read it like three times haha. Could you write one where the reader and Remus have sex for the first time together? Like maybe they’re not necessarily virgins (or they could be its up to you) but it’s their first time with someone they actually love?

word count: 1986 (shit man that’s rlly long)
warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, swearing

You and Remus have been dating for quite a few months now. He’s your best friend. You can’t imagine life without him. He’s the greatest thing that’s ever happened to you. Yet, you haven’t found the courage to tell him that. Neither of you have actually said the words yet. You aren’t even sure why. You both know it’s true. You love each other. It’s that simple.

It’s mid-May. The weather has been so nice. The two of you have spent many an afternoon laying in the grass, reading, talking, just enjoying the atmosphere around you. He was lying in between your legs, the back of his head resting on your torso. You’re just looking at the sky, the clouds. “Y/N?” He breaks the comfortable silence you had been sharing. You look down at him and he looks up.

“Yes?” You smile, booping his nose with your index finger.

He chuckles. “I love that we do this type of thing. I love being around you. I love how we don’t need words.” He turns forward again, settling his head back on your stomach and turning his attention to the sky. “I just love you.”

You smirk, laying your head down too. “I love you too, Remus.” You bury your hands in his hair and continue your wonderful day.

Dinner time rolls along and you head inside, fingers interlocked. You both just have these goofy smiles on your faces. You just keep glancing at each other and bursting into grins and giggling all throughout the meal.

“Alright, you two are being more obnoxious than usual.” Sirius narrows his eyes at you.

James nods. “Yeah. What’s going on?”

You snicker, looking down at your food. It’s almost like you two have some sort of inside joke. “Nothing.” Remus shrugs as he places his hand on your upper thigh. You twitch slightly at the unforeseen contact. He goes to move his hand, thinking you’re uncomfortable, but you place yours on top of it. You kinda like it, honestly.

After you eat, you both go up to your dorm. Your lips were aching for his. You try not to, but you practically slam your door shut, immediately attaching your mouth to Remus’s, somewhat roughly. He pulls away, slightly shocked. “What’s that all about?” He chuckles.

“Want you.” You pout, burying your hands in his hair and leaning your forehead against his.

He gives you a bit of a concerned look. “Love, have you ever..?” He trails off awkwardly, but you know what he’s referring to.

You nod. “Once.” You pull away from him slightly, removing your fingers from his locks. “It was quite uneventful, though. Realized shortly after that I didn’t even like the guy very much. He was a bit of a wanker.” You bite your lip.

He laughs. “Okay. I- uh..” He seems flustered as he rubs the back of his neck.

You can’t help but frown. “Re, you’ve done- it- before, haven’t you?” You take his hand in your own.

“Of course I have.” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “I just- I get a bit nervous. I don’t wanna hurt you, especially if you’re not very experienced. I wanna make it special a-and-”

You press your lips to his gently. “You’ll be perfect.” You assure him.

He cracks a small grin before nodding. “So, do you wanna- should I-” He cuts himself off. “I’m gonna take off my shirt now, and kiss you.” He says, quite blatantly, making you laugh.

“Sounds good to me.”

He undoes the buttons on his shirt and slips it off before attacking your lips with his own. He makes his way to your jawline, then down your neck slowly, searching for your sweet spot. You gasp slightly as he sucks on your skin. He smiles a bit, knowing he’s found it and makes sure to leave a bit of a mark. Now, the collar of your shirt has constricted all access to the rest of your torso. “Sweetheart, I- er- your shirt.” He babbles.

You nod, suddenly feeling a little self conscious. He’s gonna see you naked. You try to undo the buttons on your shirt. He watches you and how shaky your hands are. “C'mere.” He says quietly as he lays his hands on top of yours. “We don’t have to do this, Y/N.” He tells you, kissing your forehead gently.

You look up at him, peering back down at you. He’s so goddamn cute. “I want to. I do.” You reply. “I love you, Rem.” You lean up and kiss his cheek.

“I love you, too.” He brushes his thumb across the back of your hand a few times, just watching your face, searching for hesitation. “Let’s get this off for you, then.” He offers. You smile and move your hands, letting him undress you instead. Your shirt falls to the floor after a moment. Remus just stands there ogling at you.

“Are you gonna say something or just stand there?” You break the silence, almost ready to cross your arms over your chest.

He shakes his head slightly, snapping himself out of his daze. “Sorry.” He clears his throat. “You’re absolutely beautiful, Y/N.” His hand meets your waist. You can’t help but blush. He plants his lips to your collarbone, working his way down your body, between your breasts, then to your waistline. He glances up at you and you nod, causing him to slide your skirt down, leaving you in just your bra and knickers. He lightly runs his fingers over your clothed clit, causing you to jolt and bite your lip. He chuckles. “Feel good, my sweet girl?” He rubs a bit harder. “Getting so wet for me.”

“Re, p-please.” You stutter.

He smirks. “Alright, let’s get you on the bed, yeah? Want my love to be comfortable.”

Your knees are shaking as he leads you to your mattress. He lays you down on your back. He hovers over you, fingers now pushing past the fabric of your underwear, stroking you. You’re practically trembling underneath him. Your breath catches as he slides a finger between your soaking folds. He pumps into you a few times before adding a second digit. Your hands are caught up in your bedsheets. “F-fuck, Rem. Please.” You whimper, your mind going insane. You can’t seem to find the words. Your hips buck up into his hand.

“Faster? You want that?” He hums. You nod vigorously, feeling yourself get closer as his pace quickens. You bring one hand to the back of his head, pulling it down to yours to kiss him roughly. You pull away and let out a moan, indicating that you’ve finished. Remus watches you in content. “Was that good for you? D'you like that? Squeezing my fingers so tight, love.” He kisses your forehead as you nod, unable to find your voice.

As you come down from your high, Remus removes his hand from you and licks your remnants off it, with a grin. He lays down next to you, pulling you to his chest. You catch your breath, and rest your head on his chest. He shifts slightly and you feel his hard on from within his jeans. “I’m sorry,” You sit up slightly to look at him. “we’ll- we can-”

“What?” He looks up at you, confused.

“You. You’re still- I didn’t even-” You’re still trying to find breath, your voice still feels foreign in your throat, words are escaping you.

He takes your arm and gently pulls you back down into him. He kisses your forehead, once again. “It’s okay, darling. It’s fine.” He rubs circles into your back.

You pull away, though. “No, no. I’m not just gonna- No. Remus, you have to-” You’re a stuttering mess.

He chuckles slightly at your flustered state. “Okay. Just, give yourself a moment. Please.” He says in a low voice. You lay yourself back down. You can feel his chest vibrate beneath you.

After a minute or two, you deem yourself ready for him. You lift your head up to pout at him, reaching a hand down to graze his bulge.

“Alright.” He closes his eyes and nods once, sits up, then kneels above you. “You sure you’re good now?”

“Yes.” You prop yourself up and capture his lips with yours.

He pulls away. “Okay, then.” He smirks, biting your lip. “Let’s get rid of this.” He reaches behind you and unclasps your bra. “Lay back now, angel.” He coos, placing a hand on your chest and urging you back onto the mattress. He scatters kisses around your breasts, massaging them with his hands. You let out a quiet moan. He lets his tongue drag down your stomach, causing your back to arch like crazy, until he’s met with the familiar material of your panties, placing one last kiss on your covered heat.

“Stop teasing, Moony.” You growl. He snickers and peels off your underwear, exceedingly slowly, hoping to get a rise out of you. It does of course. “If you don’t cut it out-”

“Fine, I’m done.” He laughs and flings your undergarment on the floor along with the rest of your clothes. He undoes his pants, pulls them down hesitantly. “And you’re 100 percent sure you want to do this?” He gives you a look.

“Yes.” You confirm. “I want you to feel good.”

He sighs slightly, before unburdening himself of his boxers. You feel yourself tense up at the size of it. He notices your concern and positions himself over you. “Hey, s'alright, love. Easy. Can you relax for me?” He hums. You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat and urge your body to calm itself. He pushes into you, careful not to move too fast. It hurts, but not nearly as much as it did the first time you’d ever done it. He stops his motions. “See? That’s it. That’s all it is.” He says, brushing hair out of your face and kissing your nose. “You alright?” He cups your cheek.

“Mhmm.” You respond with a smile, slightly leaning into his hand.

His expression lightens. “Doing so good for me. So good, m'sweet girl. Mm, so tight.” He presses his lips to yours softly and just barely swipes his tongue across your lip. “We’ll start slow, yeah?” He murmurs.

He pulls out of you and goes back in, still causing a stinging pain to go through your abdomen. You wrap a fist around his bicep. “S'okay, love.” He practically whispers.

After a few easy thrusts, the pain starts fading into pleasure. You let out a moan and wrap your legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper. “A little higher, there.” He adjusts himself in your vice. “There we are, my good girl. Love you, so much.” He dips down to kiss you again, before propelling back into you at a completely different angle.

You yelp in pleasure. “There! Right there!”

He grins and pounds you, hitting the spot again, and again, and again. “That good?” He grunts. “Mm, I’m close. Feels so- Fuck, Y/N!” He steadies his movements for a moment, his hand moving to your clit. You gasp, your fingernails digging into Remus’s back.

“One more!” You plead breathlessly.

And that’s it. That one last thrust sends both of you over the edge. You shut your eyes tightly. He collapses, a panting wreck. Your chest heaves beneath his. Both of you take a moment to regather yourselves before he pulls out of you.

He rolls off of you and you open your eyes to see him motioning you toward him. “C'mere.” His voice is just above a whisper. You clamber on top of him, now, a hand on your lower back, rising and falling with his chest as he regains his breath. He presses kisses to your shoulder. “Did so good for me. My sweet, sweet girl. Love you, so much.”

Lose My Number - Parte tres

Originally posted by buckybarneswintersoldier

Prompt:  Reader is assigned with a group of agents to be trained by Captain and Bucky, whom she used to date a few years back when the relationship ended when she ghosted him. Also inspired by “Lose My Number” by James Blunt.

Words: 1597

A/N: Hi! Sorry for the long wait, but my personal life has been kicking my ass. Between University and work I’ve got no time left. Things are still busy no, I’ve just been drowing in anxiety as of lately, so I decided to take a break from it all and write you guys this. I hope you guys enjoy it (and leave feedback if you can. That it’s always lovely to read! <3 )

Parte dos  - Series masterlist

Twenty minutes. That’s all Y/N’s excitement of knowing she passed her comparative law final lasted. Twenty minutes. She was about to show Adam her test when the super soldiers showed up and started talking about the training they had coming. With that, her excitement evaporated as she pushed the paper inside her backpack and turned to look at Steve and Bucky.

“You talked things with him?” asked her friend while looking at the soldiers.

“Nope, first time seeing him since last session,” She said looking straight ahead too. Not wanting to get into a fight like last time.

“Today we’ll be sparring,”  Steve’s voice rang out, “we’ll do it in pairs.”

Adam and her looked at each other, fistbumping, they had sparred before together. They worked together well and knew this session would not be as grilling as others.  

Steve proceeded to grab a folder, “You guys by now have grown accustomed  to the way your partner fights,” he said before opening the folder, “that’s why we will be pairing you guys this time around.”

Groans were heard throughout the room as Steve read names at loud. “Adam and Jack,” he said and her friend went to join the other guy, “Y/N and Brock,” slowly she walked towards Brock’s usual spot, but couldn’t find him, she walked a bit more as everyone else paired up, yet  her partner was nowhere to be found.

“Everyone ready?” asked the Captain, she was about to raise her hand when he continued, “I’ll be observing everyone’s work, if someone does not have a partner, Bucky here will work with you,” she felt herself deflating. Of course of everyone in that class, she would be the one left without a partner, and of course the person she would have to spar against would be Bucky freaking Barnes. 

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Do You Have To Do That? (9/?)

Pairing: The Avenger Team x Reader // Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Swearing?

A/N: I have decided to re-write this for those of you who had started it, I’m going to start over I’m keep the first part and possibly a good portion of the second. But I am going to take it in a different direction. If you want to be tagged let me know, I’ll glad you add you.

(Sorry this has taken me so long with writing this!! I hit a major writer block)

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Parts 1-8

Fury was droning on about something, and someone. Training and newbies, you weren’t paying attention thinking back to the other night in the pool.

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In your hands

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: Swearing, masturbation, no actual penetration, dirty talk, bit of hair pulling, not a lot is going on right now

Word Count: 1630

i’m a sucker for the thought of bucky beating his meat. also i’m kinda down for anything that doesn’t contain *actual* penetration?? so enjoy if you’re one and the same (plus if you have any smut about bucky jerking it, send it to me thanks)

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

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Not So Alone Time

Warning: Smut

One downside to living with your best friend while your flat got work done on it, Y/N soon discovered, was the lack of alone time one got.

And she was getting desperate for alone time.

Especially since said best friend was attractive as he was. And liked to walk around shirtless. A lot.

It wouldn’t be that big of a deal if she didn’t also have feelings for Joe. Because that only intensified the attraction towards him.

Yeah, she really needed some alone time.

But he was always home when she was, and the only times he wasn’t home was when she was either at work or he was with her while they were out.

Y/N was getting desperate.

Until finally, the gods answered her prayers.

And Joe was gone, for a couple hours by the sound of it, leaving her blissfully alone in the flat.

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Summary: You’re practicing a dance routine in a studio and get an unwanted dance lesson from yugyeom

Type: smut-ish

Members: Yugyeom x Reader

Length: 1,167 words

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Originally posted by j-miki

Beads of sweat began to appear on your forehead, 1,2,3,4, your breathing started to get heavy, 5,6,7,8, shit! You’ve been at this routine for hours already and you still couldn’t get the last move down. You walked over to your phone, the time read 8:30pm, damn, 3 hours already?

One more time. You walked back to the center, the room began to seem less empty as the music filled every corner of the studio. You attempted your difficult routine once more, fuck, you landed flat on your ass and ended up laying there for a while. Clap, Clap, Clap. Your eyes shot open and you sat up faster than you moved in that last routine. Turning towards the uninvited clap you see him standing near the door with a smirk on his face, eyes on you. He’s been practicing here at the studio often, always passing glances at you, you could never tell if he was intentionally trying to annoy you or not.

“Can I help you? This is a private practice.” You say with a hint of annoyance in your voice.

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Road trip

Prompt: An interesting road trip with Sam, Steve and Bucky in which you end up squeezed in the back of the beetle with Buck.
Warnings: Sexual tension(?) oh and like a little swearing here and there.
Pairings: Bucky x reader

Originally posted by vivalaplutoh


“Why do we have to go again?” You asked as you helped fit all the stuff in the beetle’s small truck.

“We need to meet up with Tony” answered Steve who was by your side.

“It’s hours long!” You complained.

“It’s not like we can just take a plane and go, (Y/N). You know it” He answered.

You breathed out annoyed and followed Steve inside for the rest of the stuff.

Sam and Bucky were already downstairs waiting in the sofa. You sat down. “Alright guys, time to go, if there’s anything else you want to take its now or never” Steve said. You saw Him going for stuff in the kitchen and realised, Sam was also going.

“Shutgun” you shouted and he turned to you with a challenging look before starting to run towards the car.

You cursed under your breath before following him and starting a race to the car.

You managed to get next to him and you both stuffed yourselves in the front seat, neither of you willing to leave.

Eventually Steve arrived and rolled his eyes at the two of you.

“You do know you both will have to get off so that Buck can get to the back seat right” he stated.

You frowned but stayed in your place.

“I called shotgun first” you stated.

“I’m a better Shutgun” he defended.

“Steve” you complained.

“Steve” he complained as well.

Done with the both of you he started “both of you out of the car” you were reluctant “Now” he stated with seriousness.

You both got off looking to your feat like punished children.

“Right, so, (Y/N) you’re smaller than Sam, and there’s not much space on the back. I think you should go there”

You gasped “But I called Shutgun…” You started but where interrupted.

“Plus, Sam is way better at giving directions” he said then.

You frowned. He was right. “Whatever” you stated.

Bucky got on the car first, the you did and Sam closed the seat to get on himself. You had your arms closed and looked annoyed.

The trip started and you arrived to the gas station, Steve went down to pay and get some snacks.

“Sam, could you move the sit up?” You asked.

He thought about it for a second. He could say no, and annoy you, or he could say yes and and annoy Buck. “Sure (Y/N)” he said before moving the seat just a bit.

Buck gasped and Sam just held his laugh a little.

“Thanks” you answered and tried to accommodate yourself again. You saw Buck struggling just as well. You though it over and came up with an idea. “I’ll let you lay your head on my lap so you can sort of lay on the seat for the first half of the trip as long as I can do the same with yours for the second half” you snapped towards him randomly.

He seemed to think it over. He looked at you then at his squeezed legs and then at you again. “Deal” he said handing you his flesh hand to seal the pact. He then proceeded to accommodate himself on your lap.

“Better?” You asked.

“Definitively” he stated.

Then Steve arrived, with snacks.

“I’ve got a Twinkie and oreos. Also, a brownie. Got you two on the back your MTN dews and your dr. Pepper is on the bag as well. I also brought your water (Y/N)”

“I want the brownie” you and Sam said at the same time.

“Oh hell no!” You stated “You got to be Shutgun, that damn brownie is mine!”

Steve shot Sam a look and he gave you the brownie. He then passed you your sodas.

The road started again and you started biting on your brownie. To then feel a finger pocking your arm. You looked down and it was Bucky with a puppy face asking for a bite of YOUR brownie.

You breathed out but he looked so damn adorable there was absolutely no way of denying him a bite. So you lowered it to his moth and he gave it a bite. You then gave one yourself and ended with both of you finishing the brownie together.

As the trip continued.
You ended up finishing his Mtn Dew and he stole sips from your water.

At some point you got bored and started playing with his hair. And that evolved into you braiding it and unbraiding it about a thousand times.

But when the marker finally hit half of the trip you proceeded to change positions. Which left you happy and comfy. But we couldn’t say the same thing for him.

You fell asleep and some point but all he could think was of you being so up his tights, so close to his… And you couldn’t not mumble at your sleep. And those noises weren’t exactly helping. To top
It off you wouldn’t stop moving your head.

He was so concentrated on trying not to think of it he didn’t notice that you had awoken and put on your headphones. Actually dancing to your tunes.

When he did notice he just lowered towards your ear and manages to say “(Y/N), STOP MOVING” in a low voice. You froze in place. Not processing what had happened and thinking you were in danger.

You grabbed your gun and quickly sat on your sit pointing at the front. But there was nothing.

“Wow! Girl. Put that thing down” said Sam trying to calm you down.

“What happened?” Asked Steve pulling to the side of the road to look at you slightly concerned.

“Well as Bucky said -stop moving- in a very low and commanding tone I though we were in danger or something” you stated.

The guys looked At each other with a suspicious look and then turned to see
Buck that was as red as a tomato.
You didn’t see it. You were concerned looking at them.

Then they just proceeded to laugh. You still didn’t know what the hell was going on. They did. They both had made their conclusions way before now that Barnes had a crush on you.

“Guys!” You said annoyed.

“I’m sorry (Y/N) it was just a dare” said Sam covering up for his friend.

Bucky looked at them relived. Steve continued with the trip and you laid on Bucky’s lap again. Which just made a very very torturing end trip for him. Every now and then Sam would turn around a suppress a laugh as he looked at Buck’s expression.


Requested by: Anonymous
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Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 2.4K
Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Sorry this is so late! Life’s been hectic! I hope it’s okay!

E/C: Eye Colour

Feeling a coughing fit coming on, you will yourself to suppress it. Steve was pacing back and forth in the conference room, informing the team of the impending mission. You curse yourself for getting sick, it was a rarity; especially now that you were at peak fitness and a legitimate member of the Avengers. You’d been on a few missions before, but this was due to be the one that would signify your permanent addition to the team.

“Y/N?” Steve calls, and you exploding into a coughing fit, finally can’t hold them back,

“I’m fine,” you wheeze out, trying to sound convincing but it’s clear to everyone that you were sick,

“Bruce,” Steve turns to him, “Can you please run some checks on Y/N this afternoon, before we leave for the mission?”

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Mine And Yours - EXO Lay Daddy Smut

Hello, this is a Daddy Lay smut (yay)!

No one really asked for it but I was really feeling it so here you go.

This is kinda what I picture lay to be like if he were a DaddyDom and tbh, it’s fucking hot. 

Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading it because I enjoyed writing it. Thank you!

P.S don’t read this if you have issue with daddy kink. that is all.

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Alone Time Part 3

 Part 1 - Part 2 

It had been a week since you and Hoseok had fooled around. You had been super busy with work and he with recording music. You could not wait to get your hands on him again. The memory of his mouth in you made you quiver. Every night you touched yourself to the thought of it. You wished he were there to watch you, just like before. You could still remember how his lustful eyes looked at you. Your fingers would pump in and out of your pussy as you thought about what you wanted to do to him.

All day at work, you thought about pleasuring yourself. You closed the door to your office, and under your desk, you slipped your fingers into your panties. You played with your clit and thought about Hoseok’s tongue. You could hear your co-workers coming back from work so you stopped, deciding that you’d finish at home.

As you unlocked your front door and kicked off your shoes, you also stared to undress yourself. You stopped, startled by the sounds you heard coming from farther in your apartment. You pulled your shirt back down as you crept closer to the sound. You could hear heavy breathing coming from J-Hope’s room. You heard him mutter your name mixed with a string of curse words. You could feel yourself becoming wet. What was he doing in your apartment?

You peaked around the doorframe, and you saw Hoseok’s naked body. His abs gleamed with sweat as his hand traveled up and down on his member. His eyes were closed and his brow was furled.

“_________… mmmm shit,” he muttered. Shocked, you stayed quiet and watched him. It gave you time to study his body. You noticed how his jaw clinched every time his hand moved, how his hips slightly bucked upwards as he threw his head back in pleasure, and how the muscles in his arms flexed when he gripped himself. Your hand traveled into your pants as you watched your best friend masturbate. Your fingers brushed your clit, and you gasped from the pleasure. His eyes sprung open and met yours.

The surprise on his face quickly turned to a smirk.

“Do you like watching me, Jagi?” He gestured for you to come closer, and you obeyed. His hands reached out for you. He grabbed you and brought you closer, his lips meeting yours. He nipped your lower lip, causing you to moan into his mouth. He took advantage and used the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. You both fought for dominance as you deepened the kiss.

He pulled away from you and held you at arms’ length. His eyes met yours, and then they roamed down your body.

“You’re so beautiful, Jagi. Do you know how much I love you?” His fingers grabbed your hips and slid your jeans down your legs. You moaned and stepped out of them. Next, he ripped your shirt over your head. His fingers lingered on your skin.

As he removed your bra, he whispered, “Do you know how much I need you?” He pinched your nipples lightly, and you jumped a bit at the sudden pleasure. He pulled you forward, and you straddled him. Your breasts pressed up against his bare chest, and you shivered.

He ground his hips against yours, his member pressed up against your clothed sex.

“Hoseok, please,” you begged. You’d wanted him for so long that all your self-control had left you. “I need you, please.” He smirked at you and stopped grinding his hips. He moved to lay you down on the bed, sliding your panties off as he did, leaving you both naked.

“You’re so wet, Jagi. Are you excited? Do you want me?” he cooed, already knowing the answer. He spread your legs and bent lower to taste you. His magical tongue swept across your core, leaving you breathless. He moved his tongue to your opening as his thumb played with your clit. Your hips bucked on their own. Your moans echoed off the wall on his room. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge. His thumb moved your clit in circles; the faster he went, the closer were to an orgasm.

Suddenly he stopped and looked up at you.

“I love you, Jagi.” His face was serious. His eyes met yours, and your breath left you lungs.

“I love you too, Hoseok,” you replied. His face lit up with a blinding smile. You pulled him forward and kissed him. He deepened the kiss and flipped over so you were laying on top of him. “Now can you please make love to me?” you sighed.

“Anything for my girlfriend,” he smirked, lining himself up with your opening. He slid into you slowly, his hands brushing across your back.  He pulled you closer to him and make you lay your head on his chest. He planted his feet on the bed and moved his hips up. He moved slowly, lazily sliding in and out of you. You moaned loudly, your eyes shutting. He gradually started to speed up. You sat back up and rolled your hips, and you bounced up and down on him. His hands roamed your body until they finally reached your breasts.

He moved his hands to your hips. He held them as he slammed into you, bringing you down onto him with each thrust. You could feel the coil in your stomach was starting to unravel. He pulled out of you and moved you so you were on your hands and knees. He slammed back into you, making you gasp. You breasts bounced as he fucked you. He reached around you, and his fingers brushed your clit.

Your orgasm came crashing down on you, and Hoseok followed soon after. He laid down, and you fell forward onto him, too tired to move. As you drifted in and out of sleep, you could feel his hands moving you and cleaning you. You finally fell into the deepest sleep you’d ever had.

When you awoke the next day, you rolled over and reached out for J-Hope, just to realize he wasn’t there. You climbed out of bed and pulled on one of his oversized T-shirts. You padded though the house until you reached the kitchen. Your eyes landed on Hoseok. You watched as he struggled to balance cooking eggs, bacon, and pancakes. Hearing you laughing behind him, he turned around and smiled at you.

“Good morning, Jagi.”

“Good morning to you, too,” you giggled. “Do you need help? We both know I’m the better cook.” He sighed and handed you the spatula.

“I just wanted to do something nice for you.” You pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek. “I love you,” he said, cupping your cheek.

“I love you too,” you said, smiling. “Now maybe we should do something about the burning food.”

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 I’m sorry it took so long. 

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Master Post


Originally posted by itironman

A/N: Another drabble, expanded a bit :)

Word count: 981

Warnings: none? maybe some language but idk


Damn Tony Stark.

It was all his doing. He knew about your little (huge) crush on Bucky Barnes. He pushed you together at every opportunity, but this time was too far.

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Request : I would love to see a smut!fic with Negan & the reader having gotten into a really intense argument, then they decide to “solve the problem” by having angry sex? Okok~ (I changed it up a bit, hope you still enjoy it)

Word Count : 2261

Pairing : Negan x Reader

Warnings : Cursing, Smut, Smut, Dom!Negan for a second, Smut.

Originally posted by monasax

You should’ve never came, you knew exactly who ‘the saviors’ were. They were Negan’s group. Yes, Negan the asshole you dated before all this shit hit the fan. The walkers, the geeks, whatever you wanted to call them. You met up with Rick at the beginning, helping him from the hospital. You lost them along the way, stumbled upon Negan’s group. They weren’t that big at the beginning, hell Dwight wasn’t even with them. That’s when he first started with the women though. You were on the outskirts of them the entire time, as they built their group.

You’re still not sure how you never got caught, hell you were racking up a major body count as many walkers you came across. You were there when Negan had all six wives, he sure as hell missed you huh? You left after a while, stumbling upon Alexandria, automatically being welcomed in once Daryl noticed you. Staying with them since then. Now here you were in front of Negan’s group, on your knees. Quite funny, Negan would’ve made a joke about that before all this shit.

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Feeling This

“THE END,” you yelled out dramatically, closing your laptop as House and Wilson rode off on their motorcycles together. “Wow, I forgot how great that was.”

“NO I DON’T WANT IT TO END WHAT DO I DO NOW,” Pietro cried out as you ruffled his blond hair with a laugh. “I’m sorry, love, I forgot you didn’t have Netflix in Sokovia. Ruins your life in the best way.” You had gotten your boyfriend hooked on House about 2 months ago when he popped into your room and wanted to know what you were watching. In his typical Pietro manner, he had flown through the show after being immediately captivated.

Pietro groaned. “Well, it was good while it lasted.” He sat up from your lap and kissed your forehead. “Thanks for watching with me, princessa.“ “Of course, Piet.” You kissed him before nuzzling his shoulder gently. “What do you want to do now?,” he asked.

You smirked. “I think I have an idea,” you whispered suggestively bringing your lips back to his, slowly sliding your tongue in his mouth.

Pietro gave out a throaty “mmm,” after a few moments, grabbing your hair roughly with one hand and using his free hand to guide you onto his lap. As you moved your hips forward against him, you brought your teeth to graze against his neck. He murmured, “This is a good idea.” You laughed and continued to bite, alternating the pressure and bringing your teeth to his throat. You shifted gears abruptly, placing your lips softly on his left ear where you crooned, “How bad do you want me, Piet?”

Letting out a growl of frustration, Pietro pushed you onto your back where you lay smirking. “You have no idea, baby,” he breathed out with unmistakable lust in his eyes. You knew that look well, you craved it. “Then show me,” you murmured out, reaching up to help slide his T-shirt up over his head.

As soon as it was off, his hands tugged up at your own shirt as you ran a palm over that gorgeous six pack of his. Tossing your shirt aside carelessly, Pietro pressing his lower half against yours as you both moved against each other quickly, thriving off of the intense friction. “You’re so hot, Y/N, I can’t wait to be in you,” Pietro moaned in your ear. You inhaled sharply, grabbing a handful of those silvery blond strands as he bit firmly down on your neck, his hands working to get unhook your bra. You arched your back slightly to help him, your eyes now closed. You felt your bra slide off and Pietro moved forward, cupping your breasts in his hands as he kissed you tenderly. “I fucking love you, Y/N,” he said, moving down to start sucking at your left breast. You let out an involuntary “fuck” and smiled. “That’s so good, Piet. I love you.” He moved himself back, angling to bring his tongue across your exposed hipbones. He felt you shiver and smirked. “That’s it, baby,” he drawled, his accent more prevalent than before. You bit your lip and looked up at him; you knew Pietro was aware of how sexy you thought his accent was. Without breaking your gaze, he grabbed the waistbands of your sweatpants and panties, bringing them down together.

You swung up onto your knees, reaching to bring down his own joggers and boxers. You both giggled as he struggled while sitting down, standing up on the bed and kicked them off. “There we go,” you said, still laughing. “God, I love you, Piet.” He smiled. “I love you too, Y/N. Now where were we?” He pushed you gently back down and you felt the familiar rush of blood as he spread your legs apart. You gasped as he started eating you out masterfully, his tongue hitting all your most sensitive spots. “Fuck, Piet,” you groaned. “You feel so good, fuck me.” You started whining as he dragged his nails across your inner thighs. “Pietro, get inside me, now,” you said breathlessly. His head rose and, his mouth gaping slightly, he pushed himself inside you.

“Yes,” you both hissed out. Pietro’s blue eyes fluttered open and closed as he drove deeper into you, leaning down so you were both chest to chest. You moved your hips in a circle, feeling triumphant as he moaned out. In a mix of frantic Sokovian and English, you caught, “Fuck, your pussy is so good, Y/N. I love how fucking wet you get for me.” You both continued bucking your hips against each other and till you rose quickly, pushing him down to bring yourself on top of him.

“You’re all mine, Pietro Maximoff,” you said seductively, pressing your hand lightly around his windpipe and squeezing, moving yourself to get him inside you and starting to grind back and forth. “Fuck, baby, you look so good riding my dick,” Pietro breathed out. “Oh, you like that, don’t you baby?” You whined with a smirk, loving the power you had to drive him this crazy. He nodded fervently, unable to come up with a coherent sentence. He lay there for a few moments before moving upward, drawing you into his lap. You spread your knees and continued to ride him as you both moaned, your eyes closing as you felt the friction against your clit. You tangled your hand in his sweaty hair as his own fingers clawed at the skin on your back.  “You’re so bad, Y/N, I’m gonna come so hard for you,” you heard him hiss out into your neck as he started biting sloppily. “Mmm, come for me, Piet. I want you to make me scream.”

He pushed you back down again roughly, holding your wrists above your head as he thrust himself into you, finding a rhythm that was bringing you both close to the edge. “Fuck, yes, Y/N,” he growled. “You’re my naughty girl, aren’t you?” It was your turn this time to simply nod, as your brain had slipped into something more primal, more instinctual that couldn’t focus on anything but what you were feeling. You moved your hips rapidly against his, looking at his face and knowing he was close. “Pietro,” you sighed out. You dragged your nails through his hair as his exhale went up an octave. “Y/N, Y/N, yes, baby, yes, I’m gonna come, fuckkkk,” you felt him finish and his body went still. He shifted himself out of you, laying down by your side on his back. You were both breathing heavily and damp with sweat.

He turned to you and kissed your nose. “You’re amazing, baby.” You giggled. “I do what I can, blondie. Now it’s my turn.”

Pietro smiled. “Of course.” He cracked his knuckles dramatically and you both laughed. He kissed you gently and set to work on massaging your clit, your legs spreading out as you felt heat surging through your body. He placed two fingers into you quickly, you cried out in pleasure as you arched your back and whined for more. “Give it to me, Piet,” you moaned.

He had you close to orgasm in minutes,  he knew you well enough to know exactly how to get you off almost every time, but he liked teasing you sometimes, drawing it out as long as possible. “Pietro, you’re so close, fuck,” you cried out as you brought your hand to grab your own hair. “That’s right, princessa. Get wet for me,” he murmured in that delicious accent, his fingers back on your clit and moving rapidly. “Let me see you come.” You cried out again louder as you hit the edge, “Piet, Piet, Piet, baby, yes!” You shuddered as you climaxed, falling limp and a lazy smile appeared on your face.

You looked up at him grinning, clearly proud of his work. You stook out your hand for a high five. “Great job, team. Time to hit the showers.” Pietro laughed and you brought his face toward you, kissing him tenderly. “That was great, you’re great, life is great.” “Yeah, great way to cheer up over the end of House,” he said smiling, plopping down to rest on one elbow and running a hand over your side. “I love you, Y/N.” “And I love you, Piet.” You sat up and cracked your back. “But really though, let’s shower. We’re disgusting.” You both laughed and Pietro interlaced your fingers with yours, both covered in sweat but happily, oh so happily in love.


FIRST SMUT I’VE EVER DONE I AM SORRY IF IT IS A CATASTROPHE and yes the title is a reference to Blink-182′s “Feeling This” bc ultimate sex song

wanderlustingandwandering  asked:

Is there anyway I could get a fluffy Drabble for Bucky comforting the reader, my gram passed today and I really need some cheering up Buck Buck Style.

Warnings: Angst and fluff.

I hope this helps you feel better and if you need to talk, I’m here.

You laid on the bed, curled in on yourself. You were not crying anymore, just laying there on your side when Bucky came into the room, taking a sit on the bed by your side.

You snuggled up too him, resting your head on his lap while he caressed your hair softly.

“Bucky?” His name sounded like a question, hesitant.

“Yeah, doll?” Bucky’s voice sounded cautious.

“It hurts” Your voice breaks and Bucky squeezes your arm reassuringly.

“Come here” He helps you sit down and then moves to rest his back against the headboard and patting his thighs, when he’s holding you securely in his arms, he whispers soothingly “I know, doll”

A new sob wreaks your body and Bucky tightens his arms around you “How… She was there my whole life and now there’s this huge hole where she used to be and I don’t know how to deal with this”

He kisses the top of your head and sighs “Doll, no one knows how to deal with this… When everything came back to me I had to come to terms with the fact that almost everyone I knew from my old life was gone. And it hurt. So much. But I had Steve and, then, I found you and I wasn’t alone. Even when I believed I wanted to be alone, you two were there and Sam too”

“I just don’t want to burden anyone with all this” Bucky cups your cheek softly and makes you look at him.

“You’re not burdening anyone, specially not me” He plants a kiss on your forehead “I know no one will ever take her place, but I love you I’m not gonna leave you alone, ok? I’ll help you as much as I can, I promise”

You snuggle against his chest and the sound of his heartbeat luls you to sleep, a deep dreamless sleep you were needing since the news of your gran’s passing.