Group Fics - Reader Insert

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Bucky aesthetic

『𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬』

note : my requests are OPEN! Feel free to send me story requests. I just want you to know that you are beautiful because you are you. There is no one like you. Love yourself and be safe! ♡

pairings : bucky barnes x reader

word count : 800

request by anon : bucky comforting s/o with her insecurities

warnings : low self image, just fluff

*feedback is appreciated. please reblog so it can reach more people♡

You had a very stressful week. Your boss wanted all records for the last few months and you were on the edge with the time hoping that you haven’t missed something.

When you got home every night you felt exhausted like you have never been in the past. In fact, you were so tired that you didn’t even want to make love with Bucky.

He was worried sick about you that you’re pressing yourself too hard at work and he wanted to help you. Every day he would cook breakfast and dinner for you and would remind you how beautiful, strong, and intelligent you are.

But when that week extended to a longer period you started to become more tired, moodier, more negative, more insecure.

Everything seemed to be upside down. Bucky was always making sure you are taken care of but your mind was going crazy. Waves of anxiety, panic attacks, and negative thoughts were rushing through your mind every time Bucky tried to comfort you.

You wondered why he chose you. He could have anyone else but he chose you. The water spilled when you were walking through the compound when you saw him talking with Natasha.

“Of course.” You told yourself. He was probably gonna break up with you. Why spend time with such an ugly girl when he could have someone like Natasha.

You went to your shared apartment. Tears were flowing down your cheeks but you wiped them away not wanting to be even more miserable than you already were.

You removed your clothes. One by one examining every single part of your body.

First, you removed your shirt. You had lost/gained a couple of pounds and it showed. Probably due to stress. You had a few scars and stretch marks here and there on the skin from missions. Your breasts were too small/medium/too big.

Then you removed your pants. Continuing to examine yourself in the mirror. More stretchmarks, more self-harm scars that not only covered your legs but hands too. Your hips were small/wide.

You felt like God took all those parts from the trash and made you out of them.

You didn’t realize when Bucky came home until he stormed into the bedroom.

“Y/N? What wrong, honey? What are you doing?” He asked softly but you could catch the worry in his voice. This was it. The tears started falling down your cheeks like river.

“Why do you love me? Look at me! Why are you with me when you can have a beautiful and mentally stable girlfriend like Natasha!” You fell on the floor unable to take any more of this.

He immediately grabbed your shaking body and hugged you tight. “Y/N, listen to me. You are the most amazing woman I have ever met and I’m 106 years old. Believe me, I have seen a lot of women but none of them are like you.” He was stroking your back with soft motions drawing imaginary shapes.

“You are beautiful inside and outside. This body. Your body. Gives me the touch I never thought I could feel again. It gives me love, pleasure, warmth, and who knows make one day it will give me a child, too.” He chuckled at the thought of having a mini you running around.

“You are gorgeous. Those marks only show how strong you are and how you managed to keep yourself altogether. You are beautiful, intelligent, caring and most of all you are the love of my life.” He kissed the top of your head before cupping your face.

“You think so? I saw you talking with Natasha earlier and I thought are going to break up with me.” You said but it came out like a broken sob.

“I was talking with her because I wanted to make you a surprise and I needed advice from a woman because I have no idea what to do.” He smiled looking at your eyes brushing away the tears with his thumb.

“What surprise?” You asked confused.

“You will see, my love. Just be patient.” He planted a kiss on your forehead, then on your right cheek, the left, your nose before he stopped on your lips.

“I love you, Y/N. No matter how you look or what you think I will always love you until I die. God, I love you more than life itself.” He murmured before bringing his lips to yours for a kiss full of love.

After you broke the kiss you understood how much he adored you, how much he loved you and how if he could he would put you on a pedestal.

God and you loved him too. You wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. Raising a family with him and living your life. With him.

Tag list: @lovie-barnes , @littlecanadianlani

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 — one time when i was a little drunk and laying in bed with a guy, i kissed his neck and mumbled "i could beat the shit out of you" in his ear.

he said "i know" with a smile

— based on this thing found on Pinterest (tho written in the you perspective)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — you're drunk so I guess mention of alcohol

𝐕𝐄𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 — not posted in a while so here is a little thing for you guys, like, comment and reblog!, not my gif

“Nooooo!” You shouted through the Avengers compound.

Bucky who had you thrown over his shoulder rolled his eyes at your dramatic actions.

For understanding, Tony had thrown one of his infamous party's after coming back from a successful mission and decided to get half of the Avengers drunk with you being one of them.

“Come on! I had– my drink wasn– Bucky–”

Bucky shook his head at your attempt to talk as you were constantly cut off by a hiccup.

“Buck! The room– oom it's– spinninggg.” You gasped while drawing out the 'ing'.

The former Winter Soldier couldn't contain his chuckle anymore.

“That is– that is not fun– ny!”

He learned over the past few years that it was better not to reply to anything you said right now.

When Bucky reached your shared quarters, he wasn't prepared for the following. He sat you down on the ground before closing the door quietly.

“Why is it soooo hot in here?” The hiccups were finally gone and were exchanged with a wave of heat.

“What?” Bucky turned around, his eyes widening.

You started unbuttoning your button up dress.

“Doll...where is your bra?” Bucky sighed, his thumb and middle finger rubbing his temples.

“Skipped it obviously and see! It's so hot it was worth it!”

The dress hangs on your shoulders, your body now exposed to Bucky.

Relief washed over him when he saw that you were wearing panties at least. “Stop undressing.” He demanded as he saw your fingers raising.

You pouted and walked over to him.

“Why? Don't you like me naked...at your mercy, make me do anything you want.”

Your hands trailed up his arm as you tried to seduce him, “not happening doll.” Bucky told you and grabbed your wrist gently.

“But Bucky I want you t–!” You began talking rather loudly

“Ssshhhh, you’ll wake the entire compound.”

Bucky put his hand on your mouth silencing you.

You grinned against Bucky's hand and licked it with your tongue.

He pulled his hand away in an instant, wiping your spit against his pants. “Really?” He asked with raised brows.

You were still grinning and before Bucky could stop you, you had discarded the last of your clothes including the panties.

“God doll...” He mumbled, sighing, “today is one of those drunk days huh?”

Yeah there were also crying drunk, angry drunk, funny drunk and well horny, hot, not listening to anything Bucky says drunk. Today was a mixture of the last three to four.

He shook his head amused by your action.

“Now all fun aside, it's time for bed.” He propped his hands on his torso looking like a dad.

“But I'm not even tired!” You whined as Bucky picked you up once again to lay you on the bed.

“Look I'm gonna lay right next to ya, okay doll?”

“On one condition,” Bucky raised his eyebrows, “you take your pants and shirt off.”

Bucky chuckled, of course you would say something like this. “Fine, but you put a shirt on, I don't need ya catching a cold.”

He was just as tired as you even though you felt like running a marathon your boyfriend knew you would be out cold within five minutes.

You took Bucky's shirt and pulled it over your head before sitting on the bed.

Bucky laid down next to you, relieved to finally have you in bed, “are you sure you don't wanna have sex?”

“Yes doll.”

As Bucky got comfortable you laid yourself on his chest. You let a quite sigh from you lips “You know if we were to fight each other..,” you began.

You kissed his neck and whispering, “I could beat the shit out of you,” in his ear.

He said “I know” with a smile.

While being drunk you could go from one topic to the other without it having any connection to the other.

“Bucky if I was a worm would you still love me?”

“Bucky why don't you wanna have sex with me?”

“Bucky if animals could talk, which species would be the rudest of them all?”

He rolled his eyes playfully and put his hand over your mouth again, “sleep doll please.”

“Tell me a story?”

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"are you the person who says goodnight to everyone at 9PM then stays up all night reading fanfictions at tumblr?"

Can someone write a smut or fluff of Bucky barnes x reader . Where she walks out in nothing but a bra (anytype) and his boxers and all the guys at the compound stare at her. Bucky is star struck. Come and look at my account for ideas on fanfics if you need any.

Found on pinterest

Black widow aesthetic

Original Six Avengers + Pantone Palettes 

insp

me reading smut, not being able to decipher what position they're in because it wasn't stated clear enough for my tiny brain

boys night

Summary: JJ and the guys have a boys night, but he can’t help but think about you

Warnings: sex references? JJ being JJ

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“No way, bro, Halloween is the ultimate horror film, you’re both idiots,” JJ drunkenly defended, shaking his head at John B and Pope.

“No, listen, Hereditary is like…smart,” Pope argued back, and JJ groaned around his beer.

“Yeah, just what I want from my horror films, Pope. Smarts. No! Blood and guts and slashy slashy,” JJ pointed his finger at his friends, and John B rolled his eyes.

“Okay, okay, let’s agree to disagree, guys, I’m gonna go get another couple of beers,” John B was already halfway out of his seat, ever the peacekeeper when it came to JJ and Pope’s debates.

He was about to turn back towards the Chateau when he spotted JJ fishing in his pocket.

“No, nope, give it here,” he ordered, and JJ looked up in confusion.

“What are you talking about?”

“The phone. I know what you’re doing. No girlfriends tonight,” he held his hand out.

“I wasn’t even gonna message her!” JJ defended, lying through his teeth, ignoring the sarcastic look Pope was throwing his way.

“JJ. You do this every boys night and we don’t wanna listen to you two tell each other how in love you are for the next hour. You traumatised Pope last time.”

“I never wanna hear the word ‘daddy’ come out of that woman’s mouth again,” Pope muttered, and JJ just smirked at him.

“Speak for yourself,” he winked, and Pope pretended to gag over the side of his chair.

“JJ, no.” Pope groaned.

“JJ, yes,” he grinned back.

“JJ. No.” John B cut in, holding his hand out again.

“What if there’s an emergency?”

“What kind of emergency?”

JJ shrugged, smug look overtaking his features.

“A dick emergency.”

“JJ, phone!”

“Jeeeeez, fine,” JJ held his hands up before reaching into his pocket and handing his phone over to John B who slid it into his shorts before heading inside.

“I just wanna say that I think this is very unfair,” JJ complained to Pope, who raised an eyebrow at his blonde friend.

“Distance is healthy, man. You’re whipped.”

“Of course I’m whipped. Have you seen my girl?” JJ defended, and Pope just smiled and shook his head, knowing there was no derailing JJ when it came to his favourite topic - you.

“Okay, I’m gonna go to the bathroom before you start in on the wedding plans,” Pope stood up and stretched before heading in after John B, leaving JJ by the fire brooding.

When they finally came back outside together, John B spotted the sheepish look on JJ’s face.

“What did you do?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, man. Gimme my beer,” JJ held his hand out, and John B decided to let it go, handing over the bottle and settling back in his seat.

“Okay, so, what about Scream? We’re totally forgetting a classic!” JJ started up again, and John B groaned as the debate started right back where they’d left it.

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Pope was in the middle of a fierce defence of Midsommer when John B heard his own phone buzz from the floor beside him. He picked it up eagerly, hoping it was Sarah (yeah, he was a hypocrite, sue him).

Instead, your name flashed across his screen, and he frowned, opening the text. He was halfway through the message when he spat his beer out, spraying half of it on Pope.

“What the fuck, John B?” He startled, jumping up.

“JJ, why the hell do I have a very descriptive message from your girl about how she wants to, and I quote, ‘get dicked down’?” John B sputtered out.

“She answered? Nice, lemme see!” JJ reached out for the phone, wincing at the slap John B landed on his hand.

“Please tell me you did not use my phone to sext your girlfriend?”

“You took mine! What was I supposed to do?”

“Not be horny for one night!”

“Impossible,” JJ scoffed, trying for another grab at the phone. “Lemme read it!”

“No! I’m deleting this,” John B held the phone out of JJ’s reach.

“Wait, come on, I wanna see what she put!”

“Well I don’t! What if Sarah saw this?!”

JJ shrugged, taking a swig of his beer.

“Maybe she could pick up some tips? My girl’s filth,” he winked, and Pope threw his hands up in exasperation.

“Yeah, this is not happening. Bad JJ!”

“Fine! Sorry for being sexually active guys! Back to boys night,” JJ promised, leaning back in his chair.

It was silent for a few moments, all three guys settling back and drinking.

“But seriously, what did she say?!”

“JJ!”

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