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Cuddling With Loki hcs

Originally posted by spindle-berry

Requested by Anonymous

these turned into just random soft loki headcanons um i need help i love him so much

  • cuddling is definitely not his favorite thing at all at first
  • he’s very stiff
  • he doesn’t really know what to do
  • especially when it comes to close contact with a person
  • poor loki is touch-starved and that’s a fact
  • little things you do like hug him from behind or play with his hair will make him all soft and gentle
  • if you’re petting his hair he’ll nuzzle into your hand to try and get more contact
  • when he first realized that he really really loved your touch, he was sitting on the bed reading a book
  • you climbed on the bed and sat behind him, wrapping your arms and legs around him and resting your head on his shoulder
  • he stiffens, but quickly relaxes when he feels the familiar sensation of your kiss on his neck
  • “what are you doing, love?”
  • you’d giggle and kiss his cheek
  • “i wanted to cuddle with you”
  • his cockiness would come into play
  • “…gods do not cuddle” he says, not taking his eyes of his book
  • “ohhhh i think they do” you say with a :)
  • you slowly take the book from his hands, forcing him to pay attention to you
  • he sighs
  • “darling, can i have my book back?”
  • “not until you cuddle with me.”
  • he has no choice
  • you’ve taught him to not use force to take things
  • he sighs and you move from behind him so you can let him rest against the headboard
  • you’d snuggle up to his side and lay your head on his shoulder
  • at first he’d pretend that he didn’t like it
  • but then he’d start running his fingers through your hair and kissing your forehead every now and then
  • you’d press a kiss to his jaw and smile up at him
  • “i guess i was right, gods do like cuddling”
  • loki would roll his eyes and bury his face in your hair
  • embarassed boy
  • after that you always cuddle in bed
  • his favorite cuddle position is him facing you while you’re the big spoon
  • even powerful gods like to feel safe and loved sometimes
  • loki secretly loves fluffy things
  • (if you’ve ever read Of Mice and Men, he’s like Lennie when it comes to soft things, they provide a sense of comfort and calmness–except loki doesn’t kill said soft things)
  • fluffy blankets are his favorite
  • especially when it comes to cuddling with you
  • does loki have a teddy bear you got him from build-a-bear with a homemade helmet like his you made for it? yes
  • it stays under the bed at all times to keep it a secret
  • but on nights when you’re gone on missions, he brings it out
  • by the way, loki will be the big spoon sometimes
  • when you’re sick, after a hard mission, or just when you need someone to comfort you–he’s there to hold you in his arms 
  • awe
  • loki’s just a real sweetheart when it comes to you
  • but a demon to everyone else
  • loki’s a cuddler

Hope you enjoyed!  Feedback is welcomed ~

I love this photo of Tom Holland because he looks like a kid that’s been listening to his racist relatives argue over Christmas dinner for the last half hour:

“how did you take down Captain America?

We shot him in ze legs because his shield is ze size of a dinner plate and he’s an idiot" 

Peter, an internet intellectual:

50% of the Spiderman 2 press tour is just gonna be footage of Tom Holland screaming because Jake Gyllenhaal is in his movie

Thanos: i sense an infinity stone concealed somewhere in this room

Everyone: [turns to loki]


I Found You (Loki Laufeyson Soulmate AU)

 Summary: (Y/n)’s soulmate tattoo is Loki in Nordic runes and now thinks fate is playing with her and he doesn’t exist because they gave her a mythological god. During the battle of NY (y/n) happens to meet him but what occurs once the battle is over? Her soulmate is the most hated man on the planet.

A/n: So I changed the MCU storyline a bit as well where Clint had met Steve before the battle of New York.

Warnings: There’s some physical harassment from a male co-worker on the reader so possible TRIGGER WARNING, and remember if this happens to you, report it and if nothing is done about it, definitely call the police. (Be safe y’all, we don’t all have Steve Rogers to our rescue)

Part 2 || Masterlist

Gif is not mine, credit to @lokitty

Originally posted by lokitty

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A young man approached, thanking and taking his coffee from (y/n). She huffed, every time she called out someone’s name, she always somewhat hoped that her soulmate would mysteriously appear. She’d had her soulmate tattoo since it appeared at age 12, like everybody else, except hers, wasn’t even English. It was in Nordic Runes, something people didn’t use to name their kids. 

(Y/n) had found out at 16 when she went looking for her soulmate after being teased for her strange tattoo. She was desperate to prove to everyone, her soulmate wasn’t a freak; he/she was unique and deserved love. She, after all, being in foster homes all her life, believed she could give this to them.

She knew he/she had to be unique because her soulmate tattoo was, but turns out her tattoo comes from the mythology section rather than in real life. Loki, God of Mischief was her fucking ‘soulmate.’ The fates had tricked her and gave her hope for her other half. Now, (y/n) knew who her soulmate was destined to be but she also knew this was a way of the fates telling her she didn’t have another half. It was just (y/n), the only person in the world to seemingly have this problem. 

The small runic tattoo behind her ear slightly burned as it had been doing quite often recently. She didn’t even want to tattoo anymore, constantly reminded that she was on her own and the chances of someone having the same problem or having no tattoo at all were extremely slim. There’s no known procedure either to remove it without it killing the person; as far as (y/n) knew.

(Y/n) had seen many soulmates meet in this cafe, both accidentally thinking it was their drink and reaching for it. Just one look at each other and they knew. Tattoos were just a second confirmation. In some way, (y/n) envied them but she reminded herself that she didn’t need that sickly gooey stuff that fickle minded people had between them. (Y/n) had taken care of herself just fine and don’t need anyone to feel like she was someone.

(Y/n) sighed, wishing her thoughts away - this ten-hour split shift was absolutely killing her. Her feet hurt, she’d encountered many rude customers today and she was stuck working with the most ignorant person she’d ever met. Luke, the definition of an asshole, who didn’t know how to treat a lady; that no meant no. She should know after the many times he’d done something inappropriate in the workplace to her was astounding and even though she reported it, he’d never been fired or even suspended. 

But, she needed this job and couldn’t afford to lose it because of some jerk. After all, she had no one to turn to, no family and no friends. Well, one sort of friend, a regular who came in for his daily coffee. His name was Clint and he was the only person she’d had a proper conversation to since she’d moved to this hell hole.

“Hey sugar, you busy this Friday?” Luke asked now that the line-up had disappeared.

“Just for you? I’m always busy.” Smirking slightly at her comeback, (y/n) felt him grab her backside. “Of course you are, sweetheart. Found that soulmate of yours yet? Of course, you haven’t. Yours is probably a freak in a ditch.” Wide-eyed and very close to tearing the man’s throat out for daring touching her and say anything about her non-existent soulmate, (y/n) attempted to calm herself down. Of course, some part of her still believed it was possible but she quickly squished the rising hope. 

“I’ll give you five seconds to remove your hand from my girlfriend before I kick your ass seven ways to kingdom come.” Upon hearing the gruff and stern tone, Luke quickly moved his hand and looked up into the blue eyes of a very tall and buff man.

 “Look, man, no problem. I didn’t know she had a boyfriend, let alone one that isn’t her soulmate.”

“Yet, if she didn’t I’d still kick your ass. Especially if I was her soulmate. Didn’t your momma ever teach you it’s not nice to touch girls without their permission or did she take one look at you and realise what a pig you were? Must be a real shame that you have to force yourself on a girl to even get them to consider you. You’re a poor excuse for a soulmate.” (Y/n) broke out into a manic grin and with one hand on her hip, she turned to laugh right in Luke’s face. 

The guy stood there shell-shocked, unable to form a word. His face shone bright red as the blue-eyed man’s speech caught a lot of customers attention and they were all waiting for the situation to explode. Luke, shaking his head, all but ran to the back kitchen area to avoid everyone’s gazes.

Laughing, (y/n) turned to the tall man. “I haven’t seen Luke look like that since… well never. But thank you, not even my manager could do anything.” The blonde haired man smiled down brightly at her, “no problem ma’am. Sorry about the uh, girlfriend suggestion.”

“It’s no problem, really. Thank you for actually saying something. Not a lot of people usually do, they just act like it’s not there.” (Y/N) wasn’t going to cry at all, in fact, she felt the hate-fire lick her insides like poison. Yearning to combust, like an explosion and burn Luke to a crisp.

“Steve did you order- oh, I see you’ve met (y/n).”

“Clint! I didn’t think you’d be coming in today. You’re late for your appointment with the coffee doctor. Your friend here just became my personal hero.” Clint glanced between Steve’s puppy-dog eyes to (y/n)’s unusually brightened face, “Is he now? Want to join us today (y/n)? C’mon, go on your break.”

“I could use one after that incident, just let me grab our usuals. What can I get for you, Steve?” Hearing his name, Steve was woken out of his stupor. 

“Uh, I’ll have the same as Clint’s having.” “No problem, just give me five. These are on the house, boyfriend.” Steve broke out into a somewhat shy smile, hand rubbing his neck. Clint just looks between the two, wondering what the hell just went on.

Sitting down at the table, (y/n) bought her coffee to her lips and sighed in content. Being able to sit down for the first time today felt like heaven on (y/n)’s feet. “So how have you been (y/n)?” Clint asked sweetly. “Still soul mate-less? Still wasting your pretty face in a place like this?”

“Ha. Ha,” She sarcastically laughed before continuing. “Yes, soul mate-less and unfortunately, not all of us get the chance to put their pretty face to use like you Clint, we have to make a living in this economy.”

“Haha, yeah I can imagine. I still can’t believe that asshole is bothering you, I’ve threatened him so many times.”

“Yeah, well you’re as menacing as a newborn pup, Clint. I think he’ll leave me alone now though. He thinks Mr. Hero over here is my boyfriend.”

“I can’t believe the audacity of that punk., touching’ a lady like that” Steve finally intervenes, the Brooklyn accent slipping through his deep voice.

Clint looked slightly nervous as (y/n) inspected Steve, she was extremely intelligent and perceptive. It didn’t take long for her to figure out who he was from his language, stance and attitude. “Clint, why and how the hell is Captain America here. No offense, but whoever he goes trouble is never far behind. Or so the stories go from freakin’ 70 years ago.” Clint smirked at (y/n) and then Steve, who was gobsmacked that she had worked it out so easily.

“Well, he needed to get some air, he’s been cooped up too long.”

After half an hour, (Y/n) said goodbye to Mr. America and fly-boy then decided to clock off early. Her manager wouldn’t notice anyway and she wasn’t in the mood for Luke.


Its been a week since (y/n) had coffee with the guys and she finally has a day off. It was boring though, with no one to call or hang out, (y/n) decided she was going to go for a walk. Putting her headphones in, she ignored the rest of the world and headed straight for the small park a couple blocks down. 

She could see the kids playing some game of. tag on the almost abandoned street and smiled lightly, heading for the small gate to the park. As (y/n)’s hand touched the gate to push it open, a rumble shook her on her feet. Glancing around, (y/n) could see everyone else was unaffected but also looking around for an answer, like herself. 

A seemingly second wave of larger earth-shattering rumbles shook the ground beneath her feet, instantly knocking (y/n) to the ground. Thinking it was an earthquake, (y/n) yelled for the kids to get inside. As she did so a giant portal opened up in the sky and green specs of something were coming through the large opening. The portal was lined with a blue shimmer and within it seemed like a dark never ending abyss. Space. 

“No way…” Suddenly her tattoo roared to life and began burning like someone was branding her. (Y/n) thought she actually heard the sizzle and pop of melting skin. A loud hurricane-like sound, came through her ears and when the pain became too much (y/n) finally released an equally earth-shattering scream; clamping her hands over her ears. When the noises stopped and she found herself within the inner streets of Manhattan, in the heat of the invasion.

It had been an hour of (y/n) running around the streets trying to get people to safety. Something within her told her this is what she should be doing, not cowering away. She had managed to grab an aliens weapon from the ground and began shooting at anyone that wasn’t human. 

“Go, get into the subway!” (Y/n) yelled as people instinctively listened, looking for direction and leadership in their panicked states. They piled down the stairs to the underground in mass amounts, some being trampled and others falling down the stairs. 

Upon hearing a screech, of what (y/n) now knew was the creatures from above, she began shooting a couple of the aliens in the head, others began to approach her rather than the crowds as she became the bigger threat. Unaware of some who were filming her from high above and from their safe spots.

 A giant arm suddenly flew out of nowhere and hit her in the gut, causing her to fly backward and into a wall.  (Y/n) heard and felt a crack from multiple places, mostly her shoulder and head. Coughing she tried to sit up, a hiss leaving her lips as she held her shoulder. 

(Y/n) kept her eyes closed, needing a moment to pretend this was all one big horrific bad dream that her mind had managed to put together. But once her eyes opened, (y/n) knew this wasn’t a dream, the pain all across her body was too real. Hearing a cry above all other noises, (y/n) moved her eyes to find in front of her stood a horrifying scene of a boy cornered by four aliens, with guns all aimed at him. Why aim so much at a child?

“No…” she whispered, trying to stand. “Hey!” (Y/n) yelled louder, however in the heat of battle sounded like a whisper. Pushing herself up using her arms, (y/n) felt her shoulder was definitely shattered, possibly some of her ribs and there was blood dripping down her face. “STOP!”

Again, she yelled as they decided to ignore her. Standing up to her full height, (y/n) breathed in deeply before releasing an almighty roar which could rival a Lion. 

“I SAID STOP!” Some green flash came over her and the aliens faced their new opponent only to see their current master, Loki.

“Leave him alone. You want to pick on someone, pick on me.” To say the Chitauri were confused were an understatement. Instead of fighting, like (y/n) had anticipated, they fled the scene altogether, confusing her. Shaking her dizzy head, (y/n) moved as quickly as she could over to the frozen, wide-eyed boy. 

“Hey, are you alright?” (Y/n) came over to the boy, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You… you just … who-who are you?” The boy was clearly in shock and very lost, (y/n) glanced in his eyes and asked his name. 

“B-Ben.” (y/n) smiled softly, before leading him gently to the subway stairs

“Its okay Ben, this will all be over soon. Go down there and stay hidden, it’s too dangerous up here.” The boy stared at her once again before throwing his arms around her neck mumbling, “thank you, weird spaceman.” The boy (y/n) now knew as Ben, ran down the stairs as she frowned. 

“Spaceman? What a weird kid.” Another green flash overcame (y/n), causing her to jump back in surprise, however before she could ponder this when a very strange over noise was heard over her. Looking up, (y/n)’s world stopped. 



Flying throughout the buildings, even destroying some in the process, Loki couldn’t have felt more successful. The invasion was going as planned and it shouldn’t be too long until he conquered this small part of the world. The next step- the whole world. It would be easy if the were this feeble, scrambling for shelter everywhere on this dull planet.  

Further on Loki asked the Chitauri driving to stop, hearing the loud calls of a woman over the crowd. Not wanting to miss out on the torture here, Loki looked down to find the woman was not screaming in pain but rather yelling commands to other mortals to get underground. Wielding one of his soldier’s guns, she was shooting rather well and looked like a fierce warrior, peaking his curiosity.

Loki laughed nonetheless as if it made a difference where they scuttled to. Suddenly a Chitauri used his arm to send the woman flying into a brick wall and something in Loki shifted like his heart had missed a couple beats as the woman landed. Taking deep breaths, Loki stood from his seat with wide eyes and a hand over his heart. His breathing was not returning to normal and the girl was barely moving.

What is this? Loki thought. Eyes narrowing in on the woman, he watched as the woman sat up and was looking at a boy being surrounded by his soldiers. Feebly she began yelling as they ignored her until finally, she stalked towards them. With a ferocity of a thousand Asgardians, the woman bellowed. 

“I SAID STOP!” Making even Loki’s breathing stop once again.

Suddenly, before the creatures could turn, Loki watched as a very familiar bright green lining surrounded her body and unexpectedly…she was Loki. Transformed by some kind of magic, Loki believed. A manic grin overtook his face, this woman seemed to possess similar if not the same abilities as himself.  When the Chitauri fled at the sight of. him, the girl did not change back until the boy was underground. 

“Lower us to the ground.” His heart thumped heatedly for the first time in a long while.


(Y/n)’s P.O.V

The hover noise contained one of the aliens and a very attractive man. Slowly, as the small craft landed, he gracefully stepped down to face her. Judging from the clothing not belonging to anything from this planet and the more humanoid appearance, he was definitely anything but human.

“Hello, petal.” With a smile like his Cheshire cat one, (y/n) knew she was in trouble. Eyes widening, her tattoo burning like it did before; except this time she was prepared. 

“I am Loki, of Asgard. Now, who in all the realms, are you?”

(Y/n)’s breathing hitched and she couldn’t stop some form of tears forming in her eyes. Both from relief and shock.

“It’s you…”

Part 2


@eliza-hamilton-helpless @purelittleblueberry @yoinkpeter @iamwarrenspeace

@fuck-my-marvel @jahanana @feelmyroarrrr

i need the real, awkward moments in marvel fights. like, civil war, wanda’s throwing cars n shit, and dust is going everywhere, and clint sneezes so rhodey out of habit is just like “bless you” and everyone stops fighting to chorus “bless you” and clint is like, wiping his nose and nat’s like “i gotchu fam” and pulls out one of those mom packs of tissues from wherever. so they’re all just standing there for a second and clint’s holding the tissue and he shoves it into his pocket and t’challa is like “you good” and then they start fighting again

Imagine all the pets who watched their owners vanish into ashes and just stayed near them, waiting for them to return because they can’t comprehend what happened.

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Thanos after seeing all this:

bucky: he’s the problematic shiny

• the avengers aren’t allowed at this one pool anymore because bucky was tanning and set a tree on fire from the reflection

• he has to wear a sweatshirt when they’re driving because he blinds drivers

• sam gets him car polish for christmas

• raccoons love him

• they’re on a mission in a woods and a raccoon waddles up to him and grabs his finger

• steve deafens everyone from laughing so hard into their earpieces

• bucky keeps the raccoon as a pet

• he gets in trouble at concerts for using flash

• “ i t ‘ s m y a r m

• they can’t take pictures with the flash on because he literally burns people’s eyes

• tony was doing a mission report and pointed the laser pointer at bucky

• it somehow burns a hole in the wall

• peter gets bored and puts blinking faerie lights on his arm

• “guys! i made a disco arm!”

• he holds food to keep it warm

• during a cookout, sam’s just like “hold this” and hands bucky a hot dog

• bucky stands there awkwardly scowling and holding a steaming hot dog

To All The Nordic Gods I’ve Loved Before (directed by Taika Waititi)


Note: HI HI! YAY I ACTUALLY GOT TO WRITE A REQUEST! (take that, writers block!) phew, this one was…wow. I hope you like it! FEEDBACK IS WELCOME!!!! ♥♥♥ .c

Request: Age gap kink! Where reader is significantly younger than Bucky(still legal obviously) daddy kink, reader gets off on him being older maybe calling reader little girl, if you decide a fem reader, jokingly Idk idk, I love your writing thank you for blessing my eyes with it

Young part 2

Originally posted by seredelgi

Being the youngest Avenger was fun for the most part. You were like the team baby, though you weren’t that young. Everyone just treated you like a little kid, but you didn’t mind. You just hated when they would tease you all the time.

Out of everyone, Bucky was definitely your favorite on the team if you had to choose. You warmed up to him rather quickly and you fell for him overtime. You knew he was much older than you, even if you didn’t really count the years he was frozen and an active assassin for HYDRA. There was no chance you’d ever land someone his age, but that didn’t stop you from daydreaming about him.

Natasha smiled as she walked into the room, her white teeth on display. You were brought out of your thoughts by her voice, the tv show you had playing was now background noise. “Y/N! Do you want to go out for drinks with us?” She asked excitedly, Tony joining her just after she asked.

Before you could answer, Tony shook his head. “No. Definitely not.” He said, making you frown. “But, I-” You started only to be silenced as he held up his hand. “Not old enough.” Tony said firmly, his signature “dad” look on his face. Nat rolled her eyes at the man and crossed her arms.

“That’s not fair! I could at least just go for the music!” You exclaimed, trying to reason with Tony. “Go where for what music?” Steve asked as he walked in the room with Bucky by his side.

“Drinks.” Tony answered with a sigh. “I don’t see the issue with her just going to chill out, Tony.” Nat said as she tried to persuade Tony into letting you go.

“Well, it isn’t really a scene for the young ones, Y/N.” Steve said, siding with Tony. You gasped and creased your eyebrows together. “Seriously!? I’m not that young!“ You shouted, getting rather angry with everyone. “I can kill people, but I can’t go to a club?” You snapped, looking at Tony.

Bucky was silent, not wanting to get on your bad side. “You aren’t going. I’ll have someone stay here with you.” Tony said as he checked his watch. You let out a high pitched squeal. “Now I have to have a baby sitter!?” You gaped at Tony, standing from your spot on the couch. Tony sighed. “Yes.” He simply said before leaving the room.

You groaned and fell back onto the couch, stuffing a pillow over your face. “I tried, Y/N.” Nat said sadly as she walked out. Steve joined her and you thought Bucky had too, until he cleared his throat. “I can stay if you want.” He said, sitting down beside you. You moved the pillow and set it down, looking over at Bucky. “You don’t have to.” You sighed.

He smiled and nudged your shoulder. “I want to. I’m not really into the whole nightclub scene.” Bucky explained, his arms crossing over his chest. Your eyes trailed along his muscles and you bit your lip. Maybe staying in wouldn’t be so bad after all. “Uh, yeah sure. That’d be cool.” You said softly, your mind racing with the thought of being alone with Bucky.

The team had finally left to go party and you were ready to start the movie you picked out for the night. You had quickly threw on a tank top with some yoga shorts, wanting to get more comfortable, while Bucky was in the kitchen getting ready to pop some popcorn.

“Are you almost done?” You asked with a smile. Bucky turned to face you and his eyes landed on your exposed legs. “Y-yeah! Um, do you want butter?” Bucky cleared his throat, averting his eyes away from your body. You smirked and walked over to him. “Do you want it?” You asked softly, crossing your arms.

Bucky raised his eyebrows, his eyes falling to your breasts. “W-what?” He asked, his wide eyes meeting yours. “Butter?” You giggled, tilting your head gently. Bucky gasped, “Oh! I don’t mind.” He said with a chuckle. You blushed a little, moving to get some out of the refrigerator.

After popping the popcorn, drizzling melted butter on it, and settling down on the couch, you started the movie. A few moments in, you reached for the bowl and your hand bumped into Bucky’s. You looked over and he smiled, letting you go first.

A giggle fell from your lips when you watched him get a handful, shoving it in his mouth. “You’re gonna choke.” You said with a smile, watching Bucky shake his head. 

“Nah.” He muffled through his food, only causing another loud giggle to sound through you. Bucky jokingly shushed you and you turned your attention back to the movie. You were stuffing your face with popcorn like Bucky had been doing, only because the scene before you was so thrilling. 

“No, don’t go in there!” You yelled out, sitting up in your seat. Bucky was watching you, but you didn’t notice. He chuckled softly as you gasped. “Don’t! No! He’s-WHY DID YOU GO IN THERE!” You shouted, throwing your hands up in the air.

The male screams coming from the movie only frustrated you more. “Idiot.” You pouted, stuffing more popcorn in your mouth. Bucky laughed harder and you turned to look at him. “Stop laughing, that was so bad.” You sighed with a frown. Bucky shook his head and moved the popcorn bowl from in between the two of you.

He scooted closer to you and smiled at you. Your heart started racing and you gulped nervously. “I’m not laughing at that, I’m laughing at the butter on your face.” Bucky chuckled. 

You gasped and your face turned red. “Oh, sorry.” You whispered, moving your hand to wipe it away. Before you could, Bucky’s right hand moved up to wipe it off with his thumb. Your breath hitched in your throat and he was about to pull his hand away, but you softly gripped his wrist. He stopped moving and watched you closely.

Keeping his hand in place, you leaned forward slowly, keeping your eyes on Bucky’s while his remained focused on your mouth. Your lips rubbed against his thumb and you opened your mouth, taking it in and sucking off the butter.

A gasp fell from Bucky’s lips as he watched you suck his thumb clean. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you pulled away with a pop. Bucky gulped and his eyes met yours. 

Winking at him, you turned back to the movie. Bucky cleared his throat and you knew that you had reeled him in. Sure, he’s way older than you, but it’s not like he stopped you while you sucked on his finger.

The movie continued and Bucky kept shifting in his seat, causing you to become distracted. “Are you okay?” You asked, looking over at him. Bucky nervously looked at you and nodded. “I-I’m fine. Excuse me.” He muttered before bolting off the couch and out of the room. You frowned, staring at his empty spot on the couch.

You paused the movie so he wouldn’t miss anything, but as the minutes ticked by, you were worried you had upset Bucky. You left the room and went to find him, hoping your thoughts were incorrect. Deciding you should check his room first, you took the elevator up and continued your search.

Bucky’s door was cracked open and you gently knocked on it before stepping inside. You could see Bucky sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands. “Bucky?” You asked softly, walking inside of his room. His head shot up and his cheeks turned red. “H-hey.” He choked out, resting his hands on his thighs.

You walked closer and stood in front of him, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry if I did something wrong.” You said softly, watching him closely. He sighed and shook his head, scratching the back of his neck. “No, no. You didn’t, I just-you’re-” Bucky stumbled over his words. You nodded as you caught the hint.

“You think I’m too young.” You said with a sad scoff. You sighed and bit your lip. Bucky looked up at you and groaned. “Stop biting your lip, Y/N. Y-You drive me crazy when you do that.” Bucky said lowly, his eyes lifting to meet yours. Slowly releasing your lip, you creased your eyebrows. “I’ll just go.” You breathed before turning to leave Bucky’s room.

You felt his hand grasp onto your wrist, stopping you. “Don’t.” Bucky said, his voice laced with authority and dominance. It sent a shiver down your spine and you turned to face Bucky with wide eyes. He was breathing heavily and he swallowed thickly. “Dammit, I’m sorry. Y/N, you’re just-fuck it.” Bucky said before pulling you closer  to him.

You stumbled over your feet and Bucky pulled you onto his lap, your legs either side of his waist. He looked down at you and let his hands run over your thighs, squeezing you. 

Your heart was racing and you could feel the heat rising up your neck, reaching your cheeks. Bucky looked at you and you held onto his biceps, the muscles flexing as he moved his hands against your skin.

Bucky leaned in slowly, gauging your reaction for what was about to happen. When you didn’t pull away, he kept moving until he closed the space between your lips. 

You let out a soft moan into the kiss and your eyes fluttered shut as your hands moved to rest around Bucky’s neck. Letting your fingers rake through his hair, he groaned against your mouth as you tugged on his long locks. Your tongues danced together, his winning the dominance.

Pulling away for air, you leaned your forehead against Bucky’s. He chuckled deeply and you hummed. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” You whispered, pulling away to look into his eyes. Bucky licked his lips and nodded. “I was afraid you thought I was too old for you.” Bucky admitted, his hands moving under your tank top.

You let out a giggle, the sound making Bucky’s heart flutter. “I was afraid you thought I was too young.” You said softly, watching Bucky’s eyes land on the exposed skin of your stomach. The contrast between his hands made you shiver. “No way, I love it.” Bucky said, leaning in to press his lips to your neck.

You moaned softly and tilted your head to give him more access. His teeth nipped at your sweet spot and you let out a whimper. “Oh, Daddy.” You breathed out, your eyes widening at what you just said. Bucky stopped his movements, his lips ghosting over your skin, his warm breath causing goosebumps to cover your body.

Bucky pulled away from your neck and met your eyes. “What did you just call me?” Bucky asked, his chest rising up and down heavily. You gulped and blushed hard, biting your lip. “Daddy.” You whispered, hoping you didn’t offend him. Bucky growled and stood up, throwing you onto his bed.

You smiled as you bounced, only for the smile to fade as Bucky hovered above you. He gripped your wrists and held them above your head. You gasped as he ground his hips into yours. “Are you gonna be a good little girl for me, Y/N?” Bucky asked, his metal hand grasping both of your wrists as his flesh hand moved underneath your tank top.

He squeezed your breast and you whined, moving your hips against his, doing anything to soothe the ache in between your legs. “Yes, Bucky.” You breathed softly. Bucky pulled his hand away and shook his head. “No, you know what to call me.” Bucky said, kissing your collarbones. You licked your lips, loving how plump and wet his felt against your skin.

“Yes, Daddy.” You corrected yourself, hearing an appreciative groan from Bucky. “Good little girl.” He whispered, both of his hands moving to lift your tank top off of you. The cool air in the room made your nipples harden immediately and Bucky hummed before grasping your breasts in his hands. “You’re so beautiful.” Bucky whispered, leaning down to twirl his tongue around one of your nipples.

Your hand flew to his hair, tangling your fingers in it. “Daddy, please.” You whimpered, tugging on his hair. Bucky smirked and moved to your other breast, giving it the same attention. Your panties became wetter the more Bucky used his tongue on you, and you wanted so desperately to feel it on your pussy.

Bucky kissed his way down your torso, his fingers pulling down your shorts as he got closer to your core. He threw your shorts behind him and pressed his lips against your hip, his fingers softly rubbing down your clothed pussy. Your hips jerked at the contact and Bucky chuckled. “You’re so sensitive, baby.” Bucky said with a smile, his eyes meeting yours.

You blushed and bit your lip as you sat up on your elbows. Bucky kissed along your thighs as he pulled your panties down and off of you. He kissed his way back up and his eyebrows creased as he moaned at the sight of you. “This is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Oh, Doll.” Bucky said as his fingers dug into your thighs.

He spread your legs further apart and your heart started to race again. Bucky leaned in and stuck his tongue out, licking along your pussy lips. You gasped and watched him closely. Applying more pressure, he teased your clit with the tip of his tongue. “Daddyyy.” You whined, lifting your hips up.

Bucky held your hips down with his metal arm and you huffed. “Be a good little girl.” Bucky scolded you, his eyes meeting yours. You nodded and watched as he leaned back down, licking from your entrance to your clit, circling his tongue around it. “Oh, fuck!” You squealed, falling down onto your back.

Your thighs threatened to close shut around Bucky’s head, only to be stopped by him. He sucked your clit into his mouth, the obscene noises only driving you crazier. Bucky’s tongue was so thick and long, and you could feel his smirk against you as he toyed with your pussy while you turned into a moaning mess beneath him.

You gasped as you felt one of Bucky’s fingers gently slide into you, curling against your g-spot. Your hands found their way into his hair once again, tugging as hard as you could. 

He growled, sending the vibrations right through you. Bucky pulled away and kissed your inner thigh, inserting another finger. “Cum, little girl. Cum for Daddy.” Bucky growled, pumping his fingers in and out of you faster, the wet noises filling the room.

Bucky leaned back down to capture your clit in his mouth and you felt your pussy clench around his long fingers. “Daddy, I’m gonna cum!” You screamed, arching your back and grinding your hips against Bucky’s face. His other hand reached up to grasp your breast and your legs shut around Bucky’s head as you started to cum.

You could hear and feel him moaning against you, his fingers and mouth not faltering in their movements. He rode out your orgasm and you tried to move away, but Bucky held you down even harder than before. 

Your breathing was heavy as you watched him continue making out with your pussy. His hair framed his face and his cheekbones were much more prominent as he sucked all around your pussy, his tongue delving in your lips. The sight of him looking up at you was all too much and you felt another orgasm fast approaching.

As you came down, Bucky stripped himself of his clothes. You smiled as he hovered above you and he pressed his lips to yours again. You looked in between your bodies and saw Bucky’s cock leaking pre-cum, the tip a bright red from him being so hard. It was thick and a tad longer than you would’ve imagined.

Bucky could sense your nervousness and he rubbed your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You looked up at him and blushed. “We don’t have to.” Bucky said softly. You quickly shook your head. “Please, I want to…Daddy.” You whispered the last part and that was it for Bucky. He grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist, gently sliding into you.

You whimpered at the feeling of being stretched so much and Bucky was clearly trying his best to hold back until you adjusted to his size. Your legs tightened around Bucky’s waist and he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Aren’t you, little girl?” Bucky cooed, resting his forehead against yours.

A moan fell from your lips as Bucky finally slid all the way in. Bucky’s head fell into the crook of your neck and you urged him to start moving. He pulled his hips back slowly and you bit your lip, the feeling of him sliding in and out of you clouding your mind. “You can go faster.” You breathed, digging your nails into Bucky’s back.

He groaned and started to pick up speed, reaching even deeper as he slid back inside of you. “Such a good little girl.” Bucky choked out, his lips pressing kisses all along your chest. You cried out, feeling his tip brush against your g-spot. “Oh, Daddy! Right there!” You gasped, wanting him to hit it again.

Bucky growled, looking down at you. You watched his face as he slid out and slammed back inside of you, your breath catching in your throat as you watched his face contort with pleasure. 

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he started to pound into you, harder and faster than before. “There?” Bucky asked with a smirk, his hips slamming into yours relentlessly.

You opened your eyes to look at Bucky again and let your eyes fall to his hips. You could see his thick cock glistening with wetness as he entered you and pulled out. 

Bucky moved away from you and sat on his knees, pulling your hips closer to him. His flesh hand rested on your lower belly as he thrust back in. “There I am, fucking shit.” Bucky groaned, his cock reaching so deep.

Bucky hovered above you again and pressed his lips to yours, his tongue licking your bottom lip. You moaned and let his tongue play with yours. You felt the familiar tingle of an orgasm approaching soon after. “Daddy, I’m close!” You squealed as Bucky kept fucking you, the headboard slamming against the wall. “Does Daddy’s little girl want to cum?“ Bucky rasped, his hands gripping the pillow beside your head.

You moaned even louder, tugging on Bucky’s hair tightly. “Oh, yes please!” You screamed, your pussy clenching around his cock again. “Look at me when you cum, Y/N.” Bucky moaned, his metal hand wrapping around your throat. He added a little pressure and that’s all it took for you to come undone beneath him.

Moans and squeals fell from your lips as your eyes struggled to focus on Bucky’s. “Oh, Daddy yes!” You moaned, gripping onto his arm. You could feel hot spurts of his cum shooting inside of you, coating your fucked walls. “Fuuuck!” Bucky growled, his thrusts deep and hard as he rode out his orgasm.

Your legs trembled around his waist and your pussy was so full, you could feel your mixed cum running down onto the bed beneath you. Bucky pulled out of you slowly and collapsed beside you, a chuckle leaving his lips. “Such a good little girl.” Bucky mumbled as he wrapped his arm over your waist.

You blushed again and turned to look at Bucky with a smile. “Yeah?” You asked shyly, biting your lip. Bucky nodded and kissed your cheek. “Mm, so good. Let me clean you up, okay?” Bucky said before leaving the bed and disappearing into his bathroom.

After Bucky cleaned you both up and changed his sheets, he gave you his shirt to put on while slipping on a clean pair of boxers. You yawned and got underneath his blankets, watching Bucky join you shortly after. He pulled you into his warm chest and you pressed a kiss to his neck. 

“Bucky?” You whispered after a few moments of silence. He looked down at you, his thumb tracing circles on your waist. “Yes, Y/N?” He asked, kissing your forehead. 

“So, I’m not too young for you?” You asked, nervously looking up at him. Bucky smiled and pulled you closer, draping your leg over his waist. “Definitely not. It’s a turn on for me, but I do like you a lot, Y/N.” Bucky said softly, his eyes on yours.

You smiled widely and leaned in to kiss him, your hand moving to rest in his hair. You could feel his cock twitch against your thigh and you giggled. “No way. Not yet.” You said, watching Bucky blush. “I know, I’m sorry.” He chuckled, pulling you in for another kiss.

Note: I seriously hope this doesn’t disappoint :( .c

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