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rookthorne · 11 months

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 ‘𝐧 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭

Bucky always knew, somehow, just what you needed and how you needed it — and he never failed to deliver, even after a surprise slip-up of your tongue.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ღ Nurse!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ღ Fluff, light angst in the beginning ჻჻჻ SMUT: Fingering (F receiving), Soft Dom!Bucky, slight subspace ჻჻჻ KINKS: Praise, daddy

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ღ Is this the softest smut I have ever written? yes. yes it is.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ღ @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer ჻჻჻ Week 2 — Daddy — Masterlist

𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The day had passed so damn slowly. You could have sworn it was only dragging to torture you – your pain levels were at an all time high, the weather was stormy and cold, and you felt just plain miserable.

It was a blessing when Bucky came home from a short shift in a good mood. The soft, happy smile on his face as you met him at the door to welcome him was a beacon in the darkness, a guide to help you through the shadows that lurked in the mess of a pain-addled mind.

Your body felt heavy, ladened down with the weight of the day as you walked towards your bed and to Bucky, who was propped up against the headboard and dressed only in briefs and a black sleep shirt. One of his books was propped open on his bare thigh, and an adorable pout of concentration on his lips as his eyes read line for line. It was a new series he had found the other week, and you felt yourself fall a little further in love with him every time you caught him sneaking peeks at his book whenever he could.

A man after your own heart.

“You doin’ alright, baby?” Bucky asked, looking up at you and resting a hand on your side of the bed. A wince flickered across his features, and his frown deepened when he found you standing at the edge of the bed, feeling lost and unmoored. “Oh, sweetheart. I can turn off the lights if you’ve got a headache. I don’t mind.”

You shrugged your shoulders on instinct and flinched from the sudden pain through every muscle and nerve in your upper body at the movement. “No, it’s okay,” you mumbled, “just…”

“What is it?” Bucky smiled slightly, encouragingly. His favourite bookmark sat snug against the spine of his book, and he placed it on his bedside drawers so his full attention would be on you, and only you. The wave of guilt that you were distracting him hit you like a punch in the gut, and you couldn’t stop the burn along your waterline, which, of course, he noticed. “Baby girl, talk to me. Please.”

“I just, um-” You stuttered, wringing your hands. You didn’t know how to ask – you wanted to stop the incessant chatter. You needed your mind to quiet so you could rest. “C-Can you–” Bucky reached for your hand, and you gave it to him, feeling him squeeze gently. Then, taking a deep breath, you tried again, “I want to get out of my head for a little while. Can you- Um, help me, Buck?”

Your words seemed to float in the air between the two of you, and just as you opened your mouth to take it back, to tell him not to worry about it, he let go of your hand and tugged off his shirt, leaving his chest bare.

“I can do that.” The slight rise of his brow and the curious, bright expression on his face made the words of guilt-laden protest die on your tongue, and you watched him shift down the bed so his legs and back moved the blankets down before he settled on his side, arms open. “C’mere, sweetheart.”

Slowly, you stripped from your comfortable loungewear and laid down on your side of the bed, the sheets soft on your hypersensitive skin. Your breath came in steady, deep pulls, and Bucky smiled again, his hand resting on your hip while you sidled to have your back flush with his chest. “That’s it; get comfortable for me, baby.”

“Okay,” you breathed, grabbing Bucky’s arm and moving it under your neck so it would act as a pillow – and on instinct, his arm moved to cradle you against his chest, his open palm on your now fluttering stomach while he hummed softly, waiting patiently for you to settle.

The heat from his body warmed your back, and you shivered in anticipation – not knowing what he was going to do made the thoughts stop and hone in on the situation, a hush falling in your mind that made you sigh softly in relief.

“Comfy now, baby, hmm?” Bucky whispered, his breath hot on your ear as he shifted impossibly closer. At your nod, you felt him grin as he kissed your temple. “Relax for me; I know you can. I’ve got you. Just relax.”

You matched your breaths to his – in for four, out for four, rinse and repeat. Each exhale was met with a quiet but firm “Good girl,” whispered into your ear, and the brush of his hand over your hip and thighs.

“Feelin’ relaxed, sweetheart?” Bucky asked, and you hummed. The weight was seeping from your limbs the more Bucky brushed his hand over your hips or tightened his hold on your stomach. “That’s good, such a good girl for me, huh?”

The question was laced with such fondness you whimpered under the weight of devotion in them.

“Yeah,” you muttered, and Bucky rewarded you with a soft kiss on the juncture of your neck, trailing it up to end behind your ear. A different kind of haze filled your mind, and you squirmed, unable to stop the movement of your hips as they brushed against his.

“Easy, baby,” Bucky breathed, holding your hip still with only a slight amount of pressure – enough to wake you up to what you were doing. “This is about you. Let me make you feel good, sweetheart.”

The feeling of Bucky’s hand trailing down your hip to rest on your lower stomach, just below his other hand, made you feel protected and safe – nothing could touch you, not when Bucky held you like this.

“You’re gonna stay nice and relaxed for me, sweetheart,” Bucky said, the accompanying feel of him slipping under the elastic of your panties making it too hard to focus, and Bucky’s hand froze. “Nice and relaxed, c’mon.” A low whine left your lips, and Bucky chuckled. “Relax, then I will give you what you want.”

You matched your breathing to his steady inhale and exhales, allowing your limbs to relax, one by one, until your stomach became a soft plain of muscle, and Bucky smiled against your neck. “That’s it, sweetheart. Keep breathing nice and slow for me.”

Quietly humming in response, you felt Bucky’s hand delve further, his deft fingers moving to cup your sex. A heavy, hot breath fanned over your neck as Bucky paused, his fingers minutely twitching and making your breath quicken. “Shh, baby, I’ve gotchu,” Bucky whispered, his lips moving up and down your neck and placing open mouthed kisses as he went.

“Bucky,” you moaned, the feeling of his hand becoming too much and not enough all at once. “Please.”

“I know, sweetheart,” Bucky mumbled back, and you cried out quietly as his fingers teased the entrance of your cunt, his thumb brushing lightly over your clit – each pass a spark of pleasure to every nerve that was once so consumed in pain. “Breathe for me, baby.”

The pressure built and crested with Bucky’s soft, teasing touches until he finally slipped a single finger into your heat, a low groan leaving his lips as he bit softly down on your shoulder. “Fuck. Fuck, baby, that’s it.”

“M-More, please, Buck, I-” A loud gasp tore from you as Bucky moved his finger, feeling along your walls until he was making a come-hither motion right against the rough patch, each ounce of pressure causing your legs to tense and your stomach to coil. “Oh, god–”

The pressure from another finger slipping into your heat made you keen loudly, bowing inwards against Bucky’s hold. “You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart,” Bucky praised, his voice warm and encompassing. “You can take it.”

“S’good, babe,” you whined, hiccuping when Bucky added a third finger, crooking them all at once. “You always know how to make me feel good, d-” Bucky stopped, only for a second, but he had heard you. Shame curled and soured your stomach, and you stammered, “I’m so sorry, sorry–”

“Hey, hey,” Bucky rushed, now entirely stopping his movements and crowding your body, resting his head on the side of yours. “Don’t you go apologising. I won’t have it.” You whimpered and tried to move, but he had you pinned. “You can call me whatever you want, in fact,” he assured, the tone of his voice lowering until it was a low rumble you could feel in your chest. “You can call me daddy, baby girl. I want you to.”

You froze. Of all the things that Bucky could have said, you hadn’t expected that.

“What?” You questioned, turning your head to look up at him, half expecting him to turn around and laugh and pretend it didn’t happen.

Bucky only looked down at you, his gaze so emblazoned with want it set the fire blazing anew – that cloudy feeling returning in full force under his stare.

“You heard me, baby, s’alright,” Bucky said slowly, bumping his nose against yours before placing a kiss on your slack mouth. “I want to be the one you call daddy, sweetheart.” You went to speak – to reply and tell him that you wouldn't want anything more, but you moaned loudly at the sudden movement of his fingers. “Now, you need to stay nice and relaxed for daddy, baby, while he makes you feel good.”

The quiet sounds of your slick and the movements of his hand filled the room, accompanied by your soft pants for air, desperate to do as he had bidden you in the very beginning – keep breathing.

“You’re doing so, so good for me, sweetheart,” Bucky breathed, moaning quietly at the end. “You feelin’ floaty for me, baby? You almost there for daddy?”

“Uh-huh–” You hiccuped. The pressure was increasing, the speed increasing – it was becoming too much, the fog in your mind settling like a blanket and leaving you almost boneless. “Fuck, yeah, daddy, please!”

“Cum for me, sweetheart, let go for daddy–cum for daddy, c’mon,” Bucky urged, the honeyed tone of his voice making your brain finally begin to silence, a space that left no room for doubt or the ugly pain that had held you in its clutches. “I know you’re close, baby girl, can feel you squeezin’ me–let go, daddy’s gotchu.”

His words pushed you under and into the throes of pleasure, your orgasm stealing the breath from you in gasping moans and cries, all while he held you close, never allowing you to stray far from the comforting weight and heat of his body.

“That’s it, that’s it, baby, so fucking beautiful, sweetheart,” Bucky was murmuring into your ear, his fingers coaxing you along and riding out the last sparks of your climax. “You did it, and ‘m so proud of you, baby girl.”

The silence in your mind was soothing – no train of thought to take away the comforting touches of your boyfriend or his praises, no monster that lurked in the shadows to pull up the list of doubts and worries. Instead, there was just Bucky, just Bucky and his arms around you, his soft voice lulling you safely back.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Bucky whispered, both his arms cradling you into his chest now. The pressure unlocked something in your mind, and you sniffled. “Daddy’s gotchu, baby girl, c’mere.” Then, carefully, he manoeuvred you around so you were facing him, and he tucked your head into his neck, intertwining his legs with yours – a tight embrace you had no desire to leave.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Bucky pressed a lingering kiss on your forehead, a tender gesture that made your eyes well again. “Always, baby. Sleep, I’ll run you a warm bath in a bit, alright?” Yawning, you nodded.

You were fast asleep within minutes. So deep into your slumber that you missed the quiet utterance of words from the man you loved, who was holding you as though you were the most beautiful treasure – the words that would change everything for the better.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

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