Evelynbarnesss28 - Evelynbarness

HES SO CUTE AAAA

OSCAR ISAAC being a cutie 🤗

Current sexuality

Andrew Garfield as Spiderman #2: 

Stay A While?

-----pairing: neighbour!Bucky x reader

Summary: Living with your family in Brooklyn, a few years prior a man named Bucky moved back home and in next door to you. He lived alone and had no family besides his friend Sam’s family but as they lived quite a distance away, he would spend holidays and events with you and your family. You had always found him attractive and would spend almost all of your free time over at his place. It was summer vacation and your family was taking a vacation to visit relatives but you chose to stay behind… and alone with one James Buchanan Barnes.

A/N: This fic was inspired by ‘Crave’ by @bonky-n-steeb, which can be found HERE. I also think that this might be my dirtiest fic yet and I am living for it.

Warnings: unprotected sex, insemination, pet names (doll, hon), orgasm control, alcohol, couch sex, cockwarming

You stand from your seat on the couch in your living room and turn off the TV. Your family has been gone only 4 days and you’re already bored out of your mind and you’ve done practically everything there is to do; baking, cleaning, crafts, rearranging, home workouts, all of it.

After standing meaninglessly in the middle of your living room thinking for a moment, you realize that there’s one last thing to do that you’d completely forgotten about: Bucky.

You hurry upstairs and freshen up, change, and neaten your appearance before running back down the stairs and out the door, headed to Bucky’s place.

You open the unlocked front door and step inside. You are immediately engulfed into the comforting atmosphere of Bucky’s house: warm 40s records playing from the kitchen, shaded lamps lighting up the rooms rather than white LED bulbs, and light browns and pale beiges colouring the furniture and walls.

“Buck? It’s Y/N!” you call out, making your presence known.

“Upstairs,” he replies from the floor above you.

You head up the hardwood stairs and, at the top, you see into Bucky’s bedroom at the end of the hall. You can’t help but take an eyeful of the shirtless, wet-haired super-soldier standing 18 feet away from you as you freeze at the top of the stairs. It feels wrong to be eyeing your neighbour this way but you can’t seem to peel your eyes off of the sight.

He drapes a light grey t-shirt over his shoulders before turning toward you and pulling it the rest of the way down.

“Like what you see?” he jokes as he brushes past you down the stairs.

You want to say yes, absolutely yes, but you know you won’t. So, you follow his path down the stairs a few moments after him, flustered.

You follow him into the kitchen as he pours himself a glass of whiskey.

“Want a drink?” he asks.

“Sure,” you respond, sitting opposite of him on a stool behind the counter.

He pours you a glass of the amber and slides it across the island to you as he leans his forearms on the edge.

“So, what do you want to do?” he asks, studying your face.

‘Fuck you Bucky. I wanna ride that super-soldier serum out of you drop by drop.’ you think to yourself, cheeks burning as he stares into your averted eyes. You take a moderate sip of the tingly liquid and place it back down before responding; “Have you seen Hamilton?” you ask after a brief pause.

“Yeah. Sam’s nephews made me watch it about six times before they got tired of it. Only took a week.”, he responds with small sarcasm.

“Well… do you wanna watch it?” you ask cautiously.

He raises an eyebrow before shaking his head.

“Sure, why not,” he responds with a small smile.

You can’t help but smile, too. A friend of yours had sent you some tracks from the Hamilton soundtrack and got you hooked on them a while back, just before Bucky moved in.

“What time is it?” he asks and nods to your pocket.

You pull your phone from your back pocket and check the time.

“10:37,” you respond.

He raises an eyebrow.

“Almost 11? It looks like 8!” he exclaims as you both look out the kitchen window just above the stainless-steel sink.

“The sun rises late in fall, genius. I thought you said you grew up here?” you say, tauntingly, as you stand from the stool and wander off into the living room. Bucky follows you across the floor.

“First of all, the sun set differently 70-something years ago, alright? Other than missions I didn’t get to see sunsets. I was locked in a damn freezer.” he retaliates, mocking his trauma as he takes another gulp from his patterned glass.

You set your glass on the coffee table in front of the couch and turn on the TV. He sinks into the couch on your left and places his glass next to yours. You put Hamilton on pause before rushing back into the kitchen to grab the rest of the bottle of Bucky’s whiskey.

“Really?” he asks with a monotone voice as you set it on the coffee table between the glasses.

“Why not,” you shrug before pressing play on the remote.

The first track plays and you curl up into the middle of the couch, tucking your knees up beside you.

—

As one of the tracks is performed on the screen, you can’t help but think about Bucky’s history as you process the lines. You look across the couch at the man watching the play intently, clearly relaxed and comfortable with the presences around him.

You again can’t seem to take your eyes off of him, admiring his blue eyes flicking around the screen as he watches the cast’s movements, admiring the dip in his cheek where he chews the inside of his mouth subconsciously.

You feel warm inside at the sight of him in such a natural, content state just down the couch from you.

Further lyrics provoke thought in you as you admire Bucky. The idea of shooting your shot with your neighbour pulses throughout your mind and you can’t help but shift in your spot.

Apparently, it’s enough movement to pique Bucky’s interest and he looks toward you.

“You alright?” he asks, dipping his brows.

“Yeah, why?” you flush as you realize how much you’d been moving.

“No reason.” He responds, hesitantly turning back to the TV.

You finally make up your mind.

Fuck it.

Moving closer to Bucky on the couch, you start to involve yourself more in his presence. As you sit next to him, you drop your head onto his broad shoulder; it isn’t abnormal of you, you do it all the time.

You continue watching the play— well, he does all the while you’re too busy in your head mapping out further actions.

You bend forward and grab the glasses from the coffee table, passing him his. As you retract your hand from his glass once he’s grabbed it, you subtly brush the side of your hand across his inner thigh. He sharply inhales from the contact, barely noticeable, but lucky for you, you noticed.

For the next twenty-or-so minutes, you make subtle movements to diverge Bucky’s attention. You would press the side of your hip into his thigh, fidget mesmerizingly with your fingers, and rest your head on his shoulder so he could just barely feel your breath fanning down the side of his neck.

Apparently, he’d caught on, because he began to do the same to you: brushing his hand across your lower back while reaching for the remote beside you to alter the volume, passing his pinky and ring fingers down your thigh while reaching for his drink, etc.

You get nothing if you wait for it, wait for it, wait

You look up to him through the corner of your eye only to see him already staring down at you. He places his right hand on your jaw and leans down the short distance to your lips, kissing you once, slowly. Your faces part after a quick moment and you both look in different directions.

“I’ve been waiting a while for that,” he states.

Silence.

“That was wrong,” you add as you fully process what just happened before shuffling into the back of the couch, not moving away from Bucky, just backward. He sighs and lets his head fall back, face scrunched into a sour canvas of regret. You two sit there for a moment as you think. “I never said I didn’t like it,” you speak into the quiet musical atmosphere.

Non-stop!

Bucky quickly swings his head back to face you and scans over your suggestive expression before reattaching your lips. You deepen the kiss by climbing over him and straddling his lap— slightly grinding onto his crotch. He holds your waist, pulling you closer to himself and toys with the hem of your shirt. Your movement stutters for a moment but then you lift the shirt over your head and toss it across the couch. Bucky eyes the flesh displayed by the push-up of your bra and runs his hand up and down your back slowly, gently pushing you back down to his face. He kisses from your lips, down your jawline, to your neck, across your collarbone, and eventually leaves a combination of light and dark hickeys spread across your chest.

He stands from the couch, holding you around his waist by the thighs and still attached via the kiss, and places you on your back along the couch. He hovers over you for a brief second before standing all the way up and peeling the fresh shirt off of himself. He climbs onto the couch on his knees and parts your legs before crawling between them and kissing you once again. He squeezes your thigh tightly as he makes out with you, not wanting you to go anywhere. You reach down and try to wiggle yourself out of your jeans but can only reach so far. He notices and pulls them down your legs with one hand, pulling one pant leg at a time. When he gets them to your ankles, you kick them off and they join the party of clothing at the other end of the couch. The kissing seems endless so to get a small break, you pull at the waist of his dark-washed jeans. He stands and pulls them off to reveal his previously hidden very hard, very large dick pitching a tent in his grey boxers. You chuckle in surprise, raising your eyebrows as you imagine the many things he could do to you.

“What? You’ve never seen a real man’s cock before?” he asks tauntingly, a massive smirk plastered on his face as he looks you in the eyes and lowers himself back between your legs— back to your lips.

Helpless

He lifts himself up and pushes himself backward along the couch, ending up at his final destination: between your legs. You lift your hips from the cushion for him and he slowly pulls your underwear off, keeping eye contact with him. You feel your cheeks burn a hot rod red as he eyes your heat, his pupils outweighing the blue of his eyes.

Once your underwear are all the way off, he wastes no time in getting to taste you. The second he is able to get back between your legs, his mouth is eating you out like it’s his last meal ever or his first in ages. The lewd sounds alone are enough to make you wanna cum + his occasional groans and constant squeezing of your thighs = you, a hot, moaning, squirming mess.

Your closed fists pull on his dark hair harder and harder as you get closer and closer which doesn’t take long.

Barnes works quickly and efficiently.

He laps his spit mixed with your arousal out from your lips like an animal, bringing you to a fast closing. With the harsh flicking of his tongue against your clit and the pressure of his middle finger up against your front wall, you feel your body convulse as if you’d just lost all control of it and stars form behind your eyelids. Bucky doesn’t slow or pause, though. He keeps working you overtime to make sure you’re absolutely empty for him.

He resurfaces to your face, dragging his Vibranium arm along behind himself, up across your heat and all along your stomach, giving you chills. He kisses you deeply and you taste yourself on him which was something you’d only ever imagined in wet dreams of him. You glide your hands down his abs and pull his boxers to his thighs. He takes them the rest of the way and you both sit in anticipation for a moment watching the precum leak from his tip and roll down the side. You sit up a bit and remove your bra, laying back down, flat on your back.

He takes in an absolute eyeful of your boobs and then lines himself up with you. He stares intensely into your eyes before speaking:

“Are you absolutely sure you wanna do this? It’s not just something we can undo, y’know,” he mutters, so close to your face that you can feel his eyelashes blow small, soft breezes onto your skin every time he blinks.

“Ab-so-lute-ly, Barnes,” you state cheekily as you sneak your hand around his length, softly gliding your thumb around his tip, evenly spreading his precum around.

He shudders at the feeling and wraps his hand around your closed hand and pushes himself into you slowly. Your mouth stays open at the feeling of the stretch but no sound comes out. Once he is all the way in, he keeps your hands together, interlacing your fingers and pressing your hands into the couch right beside your head. You let out occasional breathy moans as he pushes his hips into yours over and over, so far in that his pubic bone presses into your clit. When you let out one particularly voiced moan, his hips stutter as you tighten around him.

“God, you’re tight,” he chuckles, giving you butterflies and making your cheeks flush.

“Been some time,” you respond with a small awkward smile.

“Me too, give or take 70 years,” he jokes.

You both giggle. When he first moved in, he was relatively closed off but friendly. Once you started to make conversation with him and open up to him, he began to do the same. You eventually became sort of therapists for one another— he trusted you a lot. He lowers himself onto you so that you’re chest to chest, holding his weight on his right forearm, also placed beside you.

He takes his time with you and moves at a moderate-to-slow pace, pulling almost all the way out and pushing in as far as your cervix will let him. You arch your back off of the couch as you revel in the feeling of his dick stretching you around him and pressing up on your cervix with every thrust.

“Bucky, faster…” you moan out quietly.

He smirks up at you and begins to pick up his pace, keeping his thrusts deep and drawn-out. He lifts his torso back up off of you and holds himself up on your interlaced hands as he grabs your right hip. His fingertips press into your skin gently, pressing harder and harder as time goes on. He doesn’t try to hide his moans— he trusts you, plus every time he moans, you tighten around him.

You rock your hips against his in anticipation for your highly needed orgasm and he picks up the pace once again. He tilts his head down to watch the way your lips tuck with every push into you. He moans out when you tighten yourself around him to get his attention. He looks up at you with hooded eyes mostly made up of the black of his pupils and only small rings of ashy blue.

“Let’s flip,” you say with a smirk on your face, knowing he’ll comply. His mouth falls open as he pulls out of you and for a brief second gets to see the way your slick shines as small amounts of it leak from you. You stand from the couch and move to the middle while Bucky pushes himself up against the armrest on his back. You climb back onto the couch on one knee, supporting yourself from the ground with your other leg, and grab his wet cock in your hand, stroking it as you position yourself. You lower yourself closer to him and rub his tip along your heat, pushing it around, through your lips. You watch his face as he furrows his eyebrows and purses his lips in restraint, watching what you’re doing to him with a heavy glare.

After you’ve had enough with the teasing, you slowly start to lower yourself onto him, stopping after every short distance to pull him back out and start over until you hit the bottom. Once he is all the way in you, it feels much deeper than before and his face relaxes in relief but his eyebrows stay furrowed and the wrinkle between his brows remains. He puts his hands on your hips and guides you up and down his thick length, feeling your tight rim, smooth walls, and the pressure of your cervix into his tip welcome him every time. He makes mental notes of how it feels to be inside of you while you just take in the sight below you. You move a hand down south and begin to rub back and forth against your clit, eyes and head rolling back as you do so. You feel your high approaching quickly and start to move both your fingers and your body faster before you feel the cold metal of Bucky’s left hand pulling your hand away from yourself.

You open your eyes and retreat your head to face him but before you can process it, his thumb begins flicking your clit incredibly forcefully and fast. You cry out at the sensation— so overwhelming but so great— and feel Bucky twitch inside of you. He pushes your hips forward and inserts a finger into you in front of his cock, stretching you to a burning feeling. You want him to ditch the finger and stick to only the dick but before you know it, he’s moving his fingers and dick at the same time and you can’t help but feel like you’re floating in euphoria. Bucky removes the finger, slightly disappointing you. Then, he grabs your thigh on the couch and holds you in place, using his other 4 metal fingers to hold your hip on the opposite side of your body in place as well, still toying with your clit.

You look down at him through teary eyes to see him with wide eyes and a proud face like a kid in a candy store.

“Buck…”, you begin before being cut off by a wave of pressure into your abdomen.

You double over onto bucky, resting your forehead on his as he pounds into you from below deep, fast, and hard. You both watch from above as your fluids drip down onto him while he rearranges your guts.

“Buck! I’m gonna cum…” you cry, then weep to him, gripping his shoulders like your life depended on it.

“Hang on to it for me, alright, doll? I just need you to hang on…” he says nearly out of breath.

You find yourself at a loss and almost unable to hold it back anymore, a tear rolling down your cheek and onto his face.

“Bucky!” you whine.

His face scrunches up, then relaxes as he moans loudly, looking back at the mess you’re making on him.

“Now, hon” he permits. He puts more pressure onto your clit and picks up the pace, sending you over the edge. You arch your back, digging your fingernails into his shoulder blades and rocking your hips as your high begins. “That’s it, cum for me. I’ve got you…” he reassures, intensifying your orgasm. You moan out into the closed pocket of air between you and Bucky’s chests as you press your forehead to his chin. “Give it all to me. You’re okay,” he says into the top of your head.

Your high begins to come down but just before you finish, Bucky lets out a loud, stuttered groan as you feel the tickle and warmth of his cum shooting into your abdomen as he continues to fuck you from below. You feel another orgasm come up and you still haven’t even finished the first yet.

“Bucky!” you yell out as you push your hips down onto him, breaking the restraint of Bucky’s hands on your hips. You press your hips up and down onto him as he meets your movements. You press your mouths together and tongue at each other's throats as you finish your orgasms at the same time. Once you’ve both finished, the kiss melts into a much less intense one as you lift yourself off of Bucky’s dick. It falls between his legs and you move up to sit on his lower abdomen and lay on his chest. You lay there together with your eyes closed as you listen to the music play from the TV and Bucky strokes your back with his fingertips while you play with his hair gently in one hand. He can feel his cum slowly dripping out of you and onto his abdomen.

“Stay a while?” Bucky requests.

The scenes in Daredevil S3 where Matt pretends to be sighted is truly an absolute masterclass and nuanced acting display by Charlie.

Particularly in this scene, where you see Matt's discernible effort to conduct himself like a sighted person would do, especially through the head movements and a more marked eye movement. When he talks he projects his head forward to compensate for his eyes still not quite landing proper eye contact. That's why his whole "sighted act" seems off compared to an actual sighted person.

+ these ones where he outrightly faces the person (normally he would not be facing people straight-up like this) but the eyes still don't hit the mark.

Takes a whole lot of self-control to be able to able to pull this "acting like a blind person pretending to be sighted" performance off but Charlie does it so so greatly. And to think he never got any type of award for this season, let alone a nomination :(

SEBASTIAN STAN Flaunt Magazine The Phone a Friend Issue (March 2022)

MCU Masterlist II

check out my part I if you haven’t already!

Bucky Barnes

SMUT 👅

Princess

Raw

Intentional

Size

Spaghetti

Briefing

Unfortunately Yours

Motivation

Comfort

3 AM

Belong

Positions

Pass Out

Bucky’s Pastries

Been Like This

Overstimulated

Nothing Wrong With You

Under the Table

Trainer Bucky

Friendly Neighbourhood Mafia Boss

Brat

Empty

His Love

On My Tongue

No Escape

Just a Scratch

It All Belongs to You

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

Shaky

Stress

Move Out of My Way

Sweeter Than Sugar

Top of His List

Perfect, Doll

Understudy

Obsession

Caged Bird

Around Your Finger

Who Made You Cry?

My Girl

I Love You to the Moon and Back

Stucky x Reader

SMUT 👅

Snakes and Ladders

Mafia Men

Mafia

Pretty Boy

Perfect

Let Us Take Care of You

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

Flinch

You Are My Homeland

Our Girl

No Control

Steve Rogers

SMUT 👅

I’m Not Finished Yet

Exhibitionism

Birthday Wake Up

Meetings

Goddess of Worthy (ft. Thor)

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

Happy to See You

Clingy

Comfort

Nightmare Barns

Andy Barber

SMUT 👅

Good Behaviour

Anonymous

Look, Don’t Touch

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

Necessary Arrangements

Good Little Wife

Ari Levinson

SMUT 👅

Punishment

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

Loki

SMUT 👅

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

Bad Days

           𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕

summary ─ an eye contact. dogs. sunset. cool drink offer. comfy bed. 

pairing ─ rich!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, light dirty talk, pet names, kissing, making out, semi-public sex, summer fling, attraction at first sight (pun intended), slightly grumpy!bucky, and slightly sunshine!reader, bucky’s huge (a reminder), protected sex, bucky is a softie alright

a/n ─ hello!! i’m back with a new series (watch me abandon it lmao). i don’t have any memories of writing this so pls excuse all the mistakes. hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank you <333

The sun was burning his skin for the past two hours as he laid beneath it, on the hot sand with only a thin towel separating them. His hair was down, fanned out on the small pillow he made out of his t-shirts. He had his sunglasses on a couple hours ago, but he ditched in order to get a proper tan on his face. His skin smelled vaguely of sunscreen, salty ocean water and something so unique to him. His muscled, long and thick legs were extended in front of him, his shorts coming down to only two fingers above his knees.

He felt peaceful laying under the sun like that.

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