i mean.. i’d need a whole day to talk about this (especially because i’ll go off on a 5hr tangent about steve) buuut…
1. Steve Rogers
i mean come on, he’s the best of both worlds
to me, he’d have you submit to him as much as he’d like to just have an equal in bed
he has his moments where he wants to dom, where with just a look, he’ll have you dropping to your knees, eyes following his every move around the room as he takes off his clothes, your arms behind your back
however, there’s also moments where he just wants to bring pleasure to you both, have intense, passionate sex where it’s all heavy looks, every touch of his lips on your skin meaningful, every stroke of his fingers purposeful
2. Bucky Barnes
Bucky’s a damn sweetheart and a gentleman, that much is well-known
in bed, he looks for a partner that doesn’t mind taking over from time to time, and someone that doesn’t mind sex being a little playful
i’m pretty sure he’s a switch, but he enjoys subbing a little bit more because he likes to see you take control, have him writhing and begging for release under your touch, groaning pleas into your mouth as your lips meet his
he’s all for passion and shit when the moment calls for it but he really enjoys just being himself with you, giggling into each other’s mouth as you both undress hurriedly, eager to get the show going, laughing when your foreheads knock accidentally when he goes to kiss you as he drives into you
jesus christ i’m soft now
4. Sam Wilson
NOW Y’ALL LISTEN UP
SAMUEL WILSON WILL TREAT YOU LIKE A FUCKIN QUEEN AND NOBODY CAN CHANGE MY MIND
i think he’s like bucky in the sense that sex can be playful at times, but other days he just wants to worship your body and have you feeling right in every sense of the word
he’ll tease you to no end, kissing up your calves slowly until he gets to your mouth, avoiding every place you truly need him, a smirk on his face the whole time
“you wanna get on with it soon?”
“don’t rush me, woman”
he likes having you ride him because he can see everything that way, and his hands never stay still, always running over your sides/hips and cupping your ass, rolling you slower on his lap, making you feel as he murmurs words of praise into your skin
4. Thor
because let’s be real: thor loves sex
he just looks like a very passionate man, and we already know he’s very physical/touchy-feely with the people closest to him
he’ll try anything at least once, as long as it doesn’t have to do with bodily fluids (except cum, of course)
there’s no dom/sub dynamic for him; it’s just you and him, with every single fantasy you’ve ever wanted to try laid out bare for you to experiment
it’s fall so that means cooler weather and bucky loves it because he can wear sweaters. he also rocks that button up and sweater look when you two go out for nice dinners and he’s feeling cozy
fall also means that you get to steal bucky’s sweaters which he also loves because they are so big on you and he thinks you look so CUTE
his favorite cable knit sweaters are dark navy blue, and grey and it brings out his eyes
even though he’s constantly wearing sweaters, when you cuddle he’ll slide his flesh hand underneath your shirt to rest gently on your bare back and he loves the skin to skin contact
cuddling while happen any and everywhere. in bed surrounded by pillows, on the couch, on the outside balcony overlooking new york city. warm cups of tea or coco are always in hands reach.
bucky loves cuddling you so that you’re front to front. he’ll have his arms wrapped around you and trails his fingers above the waistband of your jeans or leggings, with kisses pressed to your cheeks, nose and forehead. he’ll also run his fingers through your hair, as it relaxes him and makes him feel grounded
he loves baking treats with you – snickerdoodle cookies are actually his favorite. he also loves hot apple cider
because he’s missed out on so much, he’ll jump at the chance to go out in the fall weather with you and go to a pumpkin patch with you. he’d prefer it just be you two, but is still happy when the rest of the team is there
you’ll call for him in the corn maze and he’ll follow your voice and wrap you in his arms, then you’ll finish the maze together, hand-in-hand
he’ll pay for your caramel apple and buy you both hot cider to sip on as you walk around the patch hand in hand
pumpkin patches also mean cute ass pictures of you two with pumpkins in said patch
when he’s out and about with Steve, if he sees something small in a store that he thinks you’ll like, he’ll buy it for you. he’s come home with little trinkets and your favorite is a maroon scarf, and you wear it all the time
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, hangovers, embarrasment, fluff, smooth Bucky. Oh and swearing, but just take that as a given with anything I write at this point.
“Rise and shine sleepyhead. It’s a brand new, bright, shiny day!” Natasha cheered as she swung open the door to Y/N’s room which smacked against the wall, causing the bundle of blankets on the bed to groan loudly.
“Natasha. For your own personal safety please vacate the premises.” Y/N grunted, head pounding and stomach threatening to empty all evidence of last night’s Stark Extravaganza.
“Like you could take me in this state sweetheart. Jesus Y/N, go and take a fucking shower, you smell like a liquor store.” The thought of a shower and a large glass of water to wash away the cardboard feeling in her mouth coaxed the hungover Avenger out of her duvet cocoon to the bathroom.
Stepping into the steaming stream of water, Y/N tried desperately to recount the events of the previous evening. Her efforts failed, however, as she found that after the 5th (6th?) Mint Julep she was drawing a complete blank. After she towelled herself off, she dressed in a set of grey pyjama shorts and a pink t-shirt, she made her way down to the common area.
As she approached the kitchen, the smell of bacon wafted through the hallway causing her stomach to simultaneously both churn and rumble. Making a direct beeline for the kettle to make something caffeinated to try to shake the cotton wool surrounding her brain; she failed to notice the person leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee nestled between their hands.
“Fucking typical.” Y/N whispered as she found herself out of teabags.
“Need a hand, doll?” The unnoticed voice spoke, smirking, from behind her making her almost jump out of her skin.
“Christ Buck, you nearly gave me a heart attack.” Y/N scolded as she cradled her pounding skull.
“Feeling worse for wear?” She could just hear that devilish smirk in his voice as she finally turned around to look at him. She felt the familiar shortness of breath as she took in the absolute masterpiece of a man standing in front of her. He was leaning back against the white marble countertop, his grey t-shirt and black sweatpants contrasting in a positively artistic way – making her wish she had the skills to paint what was in front of her.
Just as she was about to say something, she noticed a little dot of rose pink on the dark metal of Bucky’s arm.
“Buck, I think you’ve got something stuck on your arm. Here, let me have a looked.” As she said this, Bucky started to laugh.
“I’d think you already knew about that doll.” He smirked at a very confused Y/N.
“What do you mean?” Y/N felt the familiar pit of dread and mortification preparing itself in her abdomen as she suspected a tale of her drunken antics awaited for her at the other end of this conversation.
“Last night. After the party, you sat me down on the sofa and told me ‘you never wanted me to be sad again because you’re too damn nice and too damn pretty to be sad James Buchanan Barnes’ was how you put it. You then decided you were going to write down everything you like about me on post-it notes and stick them to my arm.” Bucky recounted his tale with a wide smile on his face, grinning at the groaning woman in front of his.
“My personal favourites are these ones.” He said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a few pieces of pink paper. He cleared his throat to continue.
“’Your fucking hair looks like a bloody Head & Shoulder’s add it’s so perfect. Your smile is so pretty, like who the hell has teeth and lips that pretty’.” He laughed before reading the next one. “’Your shoulders. Oh my fucking lord how can someone’s shoulders be so goddamn beautiful.’ Oh here’s a good one. ‘How are you so fucking smooth. Chivalry ain’t fucking dead honey after all.’”
“Was I really that drunk?” A crimson face peeked out from behind fingers, her embarrassment preventing anything louder than a whisper.
“I guess you were, Doll. It was sweet though.” Bucky said as he placed in the coffee cup in the dishwasher.
“What does the one on your arm say?” Y/N asked, confident it couldn’t possibly get any worse.
“Dunno doll, lemme check.” He said as he swung his flesh arm around to reach the tiny piece of paper on his metal bicep. As he read, his eye’s widened and Y/N hoped to God it wasn’t going to be as awful as she thought it might be.
“It says, doll, ‘Jesus Christ James take me out on a goddamn fucking date sometime soon.’” Bucky said smiling, looking up over the paper at a wide-eyed Y/N.
“Oh god Buck, I’m so sorry. I was so drunk, I didn’t mean to make things awkward, liquor loosens my tongue.” Shaking her head in her hands, she hoped she would soon be swallowed up by a gigantic black hole.
Silence engulfed the pair for a second as Y/N tried to figure out how to apologise for how uncomfortable she had made him, judging by the fact his eyes were boring a hole through her.
“Pick you up around 7, doll?” Bucky whispered, making his way closer to the blushing woman.
Y/N was so taken aback for a second, she barely could form a coherent sentence.
“You wanna go out with me?” She whispered, incredulously at the man standing no more than two paces in front of her.
“Of course I do, Doll. If and if the saying that liquor is truth syrup is true, you wanna go out with me.” He smirked, closing the gap just a little more.
Y/N’s confidence and self- assurance seemed to recover from the shock, as she closed the gap between herself and the smirking super soldier. She leaned up on her tiptoes and inched her face closer.
“See you at 7 then, Sergeant.” As she said this she turned on her heels and walked out of the kitchen leaving a positively smitten soldier smiling behind her.
He watched the ship dock and he thought about her for the first time in years. He wondered where she might be, if she was out there somewhere.
He wasn’t sure how how it was since he’d seen her the last time. Time didn’t really exists out here. But he remembered it vividly. She’d dived deep, so beautiful. Ethereal. He wanted to move closer, see her up close. But he was sure he’d frighten her.
She’d been out there several time. Exploring the small cove. He wondered what had drawn her to that spot. His spot. Why did she keep coming back? Would she come again? He hoped she would.
He knew nothing about her. Nothing much about humans in general. He simply didn’t find them that interesting. Except for one. The beautiful woman. There was something there, something enchanting. Something different.
He swam out to the rocks and climbed up, watching the sun come up. His heart ached a bit, missing someone that he didn’t even know. He pictured her face in the back of his mind and looked out on the little city in the distance. He was sure that’s where she was from.
He needed her there, with him. To mend his wounded heart.
More time passed, slowly, yet it passed. His heart ached less and less for her. He swam the ocean, discovering new places. But he longed for home. So he returned. His little corner looked the same, swimming slowly to his cove. He heard the splashing before he reached it and he froze.
Could it be?
He moved closer, quietly. Under the water, there she was. No others could ever compare. There were none more beautiful and his heart raced, hiding quickly. She couldn’t see him. She’d be afraid, she’d run. So he stayed back.
She emerged from the water and looked around. She knew someone was there. “Come on out,” she spoke softly and his heart raced faster. What would she think. He peeked his head out, his blue eyes locking onto hers and she smiled. “It’s okay,” she said again and swam closer until they were face to face.
His hand reached up and caressed her cheek. She let her eyes flutter shut and he released a ragged breath. He couldn’t believe it was happening, that she was here. She was special to him, different. An anomaly.
She opened her eyes once more and kissed his lips gently. He couldn’t help but moan, his arms wrapping around her as they moved in the water. She was his, she’d come back just for him. He’d knew he’d give this up if she wanted him to.
She’d saved him from his distress, put him back together. He kissed her, and held out a hand. They swam back to the beach and he gave her a look. Would she want him to join her? As if she read his mind, she gave him a subtle nod.
He took a breath, knowing everything would change if he stepped into land. But it was a risk he’d be willing to take. He closed his eyes and moved, smiling a bit as his toes touched the sand.
Once a year, they returned to the little cove. They’d swim out together, kissing once they reached the coolness of the cave. Oh how he loved her, his lover, his soulmate. His anomaly.
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