#touch starved bucky

[lilozzzyo3569]

Stay Still

Summary: Bucky Barnes comes back from a mission, and instead of going straight to the shower decides to come see you first Warnings: MDNI, female reader is smaller then Bucky, I don't own this man (but I guess I wasn't meant to be happy), General fluff, Bucky is touch starved, you got this man in the palm of your hands *wink*

Bucky had just made it back to tower and was just happy the "mission that wouldn't end" was finally over. The mission ended up being successful but not before he damaged his arm. He was covered in god-knows-what and all he wanted to do was see your face.

You and Bucky have only been together for a short while but originally became close in Wakanda. You are friends with Shuri and helped her with her manipulations of Vibranium. She was actually the one that asked you to help her work on Bucky's arm as well as to reprogram him. That was how the two of you met and after spending so much time together decided to date.

When he decided to move back to the tower he begged you to come with him and how could anyone say no to those eyes. So fast forward to now you are in your shared king bed trying stay awake wearing his dog tags and one of his shirts and a tiny pair of shorts waiting for Bucky to come back to you when you hear your door open. Bucky calls out "Doll? Are you awake?" You smile and jump up out of the bed to go hug him, when you stop dead in your tracks after seeing him. "What the fuck happened to you?" He sighs deep and says "what didn't happen, I messed up my arm and I just Ugh-" you interrupt him saying "hey it'll be okay, we can fix your arm but first lets get you into a hot shower, while I fix your arm"

Bucky is in the shower when you finish fixing his cleaning his arm before you start to fix it when you hear him grunt in frustration. You put his now clean arm down and run into the bathroom. "Baby what's wrong?" you stand on the outside of the shower curtain when he responds with irritation "I can't wash my hair with one arm UGH!" he sounds angry so you gently tell him "well how about you just finish showering and then I can wash your hair?" He is quiet and happy that you can't see him start to blush when he says "Are you sure?" making you giggle "Of course plus it's going to take me a minute to fix your arm, so this way you won't have to wait."

Bucky finishes his shower and puts on a pair of soft low hanging grey sweats. Now you're the one blushing, you and Bucky had only gone as far as cuddling, holding hands and a forehead kiss now and then. With his past trauma you didn't want to ever make him feel pressured to do anything physical. Upon seeing him you smile as he still looks a bit frustrated as he comes back into the bathroom. "So how do we do this?" You smile as you sit on the edge of the bathtub advising him to sit in the bathtub and rest his head in your lap as you start to detangle his hair with a comb. You take the shower head down and rinse his hair before gently massaging his scalp and shampooing his hair. You spend maybe a bit longer than necessary doing this because this is the most physical contact you two have ever had and it is clearly affecting you both.

Bucky does his best not to moan at the feeling of your nimble fingers massing his scalp and washing his hair. Due to all of his time at Hydra Bucky had issues interacting with the world around him physically which was not a problem until he met you. You were so kind and understanding of him and were always so patient, he doesn't know how he got to so lucky to have you. He does feel a bit self conscious when it comes to anything physical with you. He doesn't want to scare you away, but he wants to be closer to you but has trouble telling you what he wants. But now here he is with his head between your soft bare thighs as you massage his scalp. He worries you will notice his sweatpants getting tighter, but you seem too focused on his hair.

Bucky can barely hold you at night without feeling overwhelmed by your soft skin, your delicious scent, your little hums in your sleep. Bucky always feels so conflicted, he wants to touch you, to feel you, but it has been so long since he has felt this feeling that he doesn't know how to handle it. You gently move his head from side to side to effectively clean his hair, but by doing this it forces his head deeper in between your thighs. You feels him wrap his arm around your thigh making you gasp as he nuzzles into your skin to deeply inhale your scent. You feel his lips press against your inner thigh as you blush and continue to massage his scalp. "Bu-uughh-Bucky are you alright?" He finally lets out the moan he was holding in due to hearing your sweet voice, "I'm sorry doll, you just smell so delicious, especially from down here" Bucky's arm moves up and down you leg as you notice the a very large tent in his sweats. You bite your lip, "Well if I had known that all I had to do was wash your hair to get you nice and relaxed I would've done this months ago. How about we finish washing your hair and then we can go to bed? How does that sound baby?" Bucky nods against your thigh feeling drunk off your scent, as you work to finish his hair.

I have had this stuck in my head since I saw this man long hair! Just had to get this idea out of my head, hope you all enjoy :D

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes #touch starved bucky #falcon and the winter soldier #the winter soldier #winter soldier #white wolf

[buckysbvtch3]

Touch Starved Bucky:

Part 2

masterlist

Once Bucky has you, he has you

He’s not letting go of you — literally

Constantly needing to be touching you

He’d always be holding your hand or gently rubbing the pads of his fingers against your arms, legs, etc

He’s a sucker for platonic touch

Hugging you from behind when you’re in the kitchen cooking

Pulling your feet into his lap on the couch

Whenever he needs grounding he pulls you literally on top of him and you lay down like that forever

No, you won’t squash him he’s literally a super soldier

He can’t get over finding different ways to show you he loves you

Forehead kisses

Cheek kisses

Playing with your fingers

Raking his fingers through your hair / or playing with the curls

Resting his head on top of yours when you’re hugging

At first only using his real arm but after you make it obvious that you love being touched with both he never stops

Being in awe of how trusting you are when touching his arm

He’s not used to having physical touch so available to him so he gets overexcited when you two begin officially dating

None of the Avengers expect to see one of you without the other close behind

After he first month of dating, Bucky begins to worry that he’s too much — that you’ll get annoyed with his constant craving for your touch

You don’t, but he doesn’t know that

He begins to pull back and you think you’ve done something to upset him

Once you pry his reasoning out of him (he could never truly lie to you), he realised he’s been an idiot

Because you crave his touch just as much as he craves yours <3

———

Requests open!!

Thanks for all the love guys I love touch starved bucky so much! Part 2 linked at top

#bucky barnes #avengers #the winter soldier #james buchanan barnes #james buchanan bucky barnes #bucky #touch starved #touch starved Bucky #touch starved Bucky barnes #boyfriend Bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #touch starved Bucky x reader #boyfriend Bucky #marvel #avengers x reader #x reader

[fandomfluffandfuck]

so, first off, really love your blog and vibe. Second, I have a prompt for you if you're taking them!

I read the post about Bucky being touch starved because he's worried about being needy, and I was thinking, within that same universe, he'd probably be eager to just please people that he's been in relationships with. So then one day when they're together, Bucky safewords. It could honestly be for a number of reasons, but what startles Steve is how guilty he feels about it. Like, he keeps apologizing and maybe even tries to do something like making breakfast the next morning to make up for it, which immediately prompts Steve to stop and talk with him, to which he responds something like "you don't safeword if you're good" and Steve's heart just breaks. He doesn't know who would even say that to anyone they could claim to love. So he kind of sits and talks with him about why that's a dangerous idea to have, etc.

Idk, I thought it could have potential.

related to these two touch starved Bucky asks: one & two

Thank you!!

I actually haven't been taking prompts and doing anything other than short drabbles (unless I get carried away haha) because of school and not having time to do much writing but now that I'm out for the summer, I gotta update that shit lol. I think I'll be taking them again but I'm also expecting that I will be fortunate enough to not be able to flesh them all out so I'm still thinking a little bit on what I wanna do y’know?

Anyway-

Yes! Touch starved Bucky! That baby, I love him and want to wrap him in many blankets. And your prompt makes a lot, lot of sense with that little universe! Totally. But also my thoughts instantly went to a fic I've read sort of like this and I have been searching for it since-!

But it's deep somewhere... in... my... AO3... history...

And I would write a little blurb for your lovely prompt but I feel like I would just badly re-write the fic I'm thinking of so... hold on

[now is the time to imagine me rustling around through a lot of messy papers, novellas, and books on a large wooden desk lmao]

Ah, yes-

I found it.

"Baby" by pen_strokes on AO3

Rated E. - 6.8k words - 1/1 chapter

Summary -

"Hazy. That’s the only way he knew how to describe it. Everything was at once too hot and too cold, too loud and too quiet, too much pleasure and too much pain—but not in the good way that left him intoxicated and floating. His throat was too tight and his head started to ache. His head…"

I hope you enjoy the read!

#asks #fic rec #touch starved bucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky

[buckybabieboy]

So I've read several smut fics about Bucky's first time after 70+ years but never a combination of these:

- touch starved Bucky, him begging the reader to touch him where he needs it the most

- him being iper sensitive, just a simple touch makes him whimper

- cumming a lot, reader can't even manage to suck him or stroke him properly

- still being hard after cumming several times

- he's just a moaning mess who needs attention, his metal hand isn't enough anymore

- his thrusts getting harder and deeper while he loses himself in the feeling, not even able to form a sentence

...could you please write something like this? If the f!reader and Bucky are friends, friends with benefits, in a relationship, how it starts, how it ends... it's up to you.

Wow. Here goes nothin’ BAHAHA.

Starved.

⚠️TW: NSFW, sub!touch-starved!bucky, dom!fem!reader, blowjob(m!receiving,) p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, slight overstimulation, cockwarming, Bucky being a touch starved and needy little thing, much more lol just read it

☁️Summary: You make Bucky cum for the first time(s) in over 70+ years. Your touch starved little baby.

📝A/N: Thx for this request babie. I tried my very hardest to include everything in here! P.S: I’ve been a very busy person lately, which meant no time for writing. I’m so very sorry! You guys sending in requests really motivates me though. <3 I even used some of your exact words if you look closely, anon ;)

You and Bucky had a relationship that was indescribable. He was honest and open around you, which was something that nobody else could ever say. Wherever you were, so was he, and you didn’t have a problem with that. 

During the time you’ve spent getting to know Bucky, you’ve come to 2 conclusions; James Buchanan Barnes was a broken and damaged man, but that will never mean he’s any less worthy of love. You also noticed a certain desperation in him. The slightest touch would make him go rigid.

You can recall multiple occasions where you’d grab his hand, kiss his head, or simply pull him in for a hug and he’d be all flustered and glossy-eyed. He’d beg you to do those things again. To touch him literally anywhere. It didn’t matter where because to him, any sensation was a good sensation, just as long as it came from you.

Which led you to your second conclusion; Bucky was longing for touch. He was a touch starved, delicate, little thing that just needed to be taken care of. And you had no problem being the one to fulfill his needs. 

As of right now, Bucky has made himself comfortable in your arms, eyelids shut and mouth agape as he indulges in your soft, delicate touch. He’s on your lap and facing you, so you notice even the slightest twitches of his beautifully flushed face. Your fingertips slowly scratch at his scalp, and you feel him fall limp in your arms, as if he’d given himself up to you.

“l- I love that, y/n. please don’t stop...” Bucky mumbles. 

“when you touch me.. f-feels like m’ floating...” Bucky continues to babble and whimper from your simple movements. He’s literally shaking in your lap, which makes your mind wander into filthy places. You’re still awed about how the simplest touches from you make him go mad.

“yeah? feels good?” You ask quietly in response, and he nods his head yes. You feel subtle, but noticeable movements against the skin of your right thigh. His metal fingers were lightly tapping your thigh, as if he needed something to hold on to, to ground him here on earth so that his now ‘normal’ headspace wouldn’t become a fuzzy and floaty one.

“my sweet boy..” you whisper to him, brushing his hair away from his face and behind his ear. He gives you a weary and desperate look in response, and you give him a soft kiss on the nose as an attempt to calm him down. You began to feel something on your thigh again, but it wasn’t his metal fingers. You look down and see Bucky grinding against your thigh, whimpering and hyperventilating while doing so.

“f-fuck, I c-can’t! need more…” Bucky whimpers, hot tears falling from his baby blue eyes. He was so frustrated that he could never do it for himself, it was humiliating for him. You know he’s tried to cum by himself, but his metal hand just wasn’t enough. Poor little baby just couldn’t get himself there, and he needed you to do it. You wipe his tears with your thumb and begin to shush him. He was stiff in his pants, and the fact that he was wearing his comfy gray sweats didn’t make it any less obvious.

“shh… you’re okay James. What is it that you need, hm?”

Your voice was soft and delicate to his ears, which was something that Bucky appreciated. He was feeling so many things right now, it was all so overstimulating for him, but you’re sweet, sultry voice reminded him that he was okay.

“please do something. anything! it hurts, y/n… make it stop, please…”He whimpered, avoiding your eyes. His cock was leaked and stained his sweats.

 His whimpers have gotten even more high pitched as he’s become more desperate for you. You palm him through his sweats which makes him jolt in your lap, practically screaming at the sensation. You haven’t even touched him yet and he’s already so spent.

“get up, baby. gonna take care of you now.” You whisper to him. He gets off of you and sits on the edge of your shared bed as you get down on your knees in front of him. You take off his shirt and undo the drawstring to his sweats, taking them off along with his boxers. You stare at his body in awe. He was so beautiful, so ethereal. All his scars and bruises were so perfect in your eyes. Even that metal arm of his, the one that he would be insecure about from time to time. Your eyes trail down to his aching cock, loads of precum having spilled out from before.

You get up to kiss him on his adorably pink lips before coming back down to leave a trail of kisses down both his trembling thighs.

“y/n, please! Please touch my cock, I need you there!” Bucky yelps at the feeling of your soft, plush lips kissing his legs. He’s so sensitive and whiny, just needing you to touch him where he needs it most. You hum in response and move up to his twitching cock. You plant a kiss on his tip, causing him to let out a gasp and buck his hips up towards you. You notice how stimulated and sensitive his cock is, which wasn’t very surprising. His cock must be aching from being hard and not releasing for so long.

“you’re so hard, sweet boy...let me know if it’s too much, okay?” You say before taking his red tip into your mouth, sucking on it softly. You make sure to make your movements slow at first, not wanting to overwhelm him. The moment your soft, moist lips wrap around him, you hear him stifle a pathetic whimper. When you’re halfway down his shaft, you begin play with his balls with one of your hands.

“keep goin… please don’t stop!” Bucky cries, both his hands gripping the sheets. You finally take his whole cock in your wet mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you go. Bucky had no idea such ecstasy existed; the feeling of your wet tounge on his sensitive cock was almost driving him mad. You could feel his poor cock pulsating in your mouth, which motivated you to continue your movements. You reach down into your shorts and rub yourself through your soaked panties. You didn’t even notice how wet Bucky’s pathetic sobs and whimpers made you.

“f-fuck, y/n that's so good! feels so, so good! gonna make me c-cum!” Bucky continues to babble and cry, the poor little baby couldn’t even manage to speak one complete sentence. He was literally finding it hard to breathe because of the way you were making him feel. This would be the first time in over 70 years since he’s last had an orgasm, so he could feel every little thing. Every flick of your tounge, the vibrations of your moans, the way your fingers fondled with his balls. 

Bucky’s chest rises and falls as he pants heavily, shaking and trembling as he cums in your mouth, his cum painting the back of your throat. He didn’t even notice how much he was cumming until he felt the cold air hit his sensitive cock after you let it out of your mouth. Replacing your mouth with your hand, you start to pump him. Loads of cum continue to spurt out of his cock in long white strings, coating your hand and his spasming thighs. 

“y/n...can’t stop..” Bucky whimpers wearily as he thrusts his hips rapidly into your fist.  

“awh, can’t stop cumming, sweet boy?” you coo at him, continuing to pump his spasming cock, milking him for all he’s got. His cock and your hand were now painted white with his cum. Once you’ve pumped out the last of his creamy warm liquid, you sit next to him on the bed so you could check on him. He immediately falls into your arms, whimpering and babbling like a little baby. 

“need more..wan-wanna be inside you...please? please let me be inside you, i need it!” Bucky cried. Your sweet baby boy was sobbing, visibly frustrated because he still wasn’t satisfied, and you didn’t expect him to be after only one orgasm.

“shh, of course you can, baby. you can have anything you want.” you assure him, understanding how overwhelming this all must be for him. You take his hands in yours and kiss them, and an adorably pathetic whine escapes from him.

His precious eyes glistened, tears falling from them. He was so desperate for you; he’d probably take anything you gave him at this point.  You take off your clothes before scooting back on the bed, laying down and spreading your legs for him. You smile at how Bucky just stares at you, eyes wide at the sight of your wet, glistening pussy.  

“you can touch me, y’know” Bucky's precious turquoise eyes narrow at your words, as if he wasn't certain this was real, as if none of this was, and he was merely dreaming of this euphoria he was experiencing right now. Before you knew it, he’s scrambling to get above you as he thanks you over and over again.

 His flesh fingers glide over your silky skin, traveling from your cheek, down to your neck, before hesitating over your boobs. His cheeks have become flushed, and you giggle softly at how adorable he is. You take his hand in yours and place them on your tender breast, and you watch at how his once flustered and shy expression became a hungry and erotic one.  You give him a soft kiss on his plush lips before gently grabbing his aching cock and aligning it with your entrance.

“m’ ready whenever you are, baby” you coo. Bucky nods his head in response, and slowly enters you. He gasps at the sensation and remains motionless inside of you for some time as he tries to get used to the intense and overwhelming sensation of your warmth.

 “too much f’you?”  You ask him, more than willing to call it quits if he wanted to. Your main focus was to keep him comfortable. You only receive a breathy “nuh uh” in response, and before you knew it, Bucky was pounding into you relentlessly. “Bucky!” You moan blissfully, throwing your head back against your pillow, and wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him even closer.

“f-fuck y/n, s-so warm! feels so good!” Bucky slurs as he continues to jackhammer into you, the feeling of your wet pussy tightening around his cock sending him into overdrive. He buries his head into your neck, whimpering and whining for you. 

You bring your hands to his hair, tangling your fingers in his soft brown locks, which is something that Bucky couldn’t get enough of. You were practically screaming at the way he thrusted in and out of you rapidly. Each time he’d thrust back into you, he’d hit that spot inside you that sends you right over the edge.

“Bucky, you’re doing so well, making me feel so good!” you praise him. He rutted into you even harder at your praise. The sounds you were both making were those of a pornographic film, one you would definitely watch.

 Bucky was a pathetic, babbling mess for you, tears streaming down his face from how good you feel.

“m-my cock... s-so deep inside you...!” Your sweet boy was so pussy drunk; he couldn’t form a complete sentence. His thrusts only got harder and deeper as he loses himself in your feeling. He sobbed, the thought of filling you with every last drop of his cum making his balls tighten. 

“fuckfuckfuck, so close! can I please cum in you? can i? want to cum in you, y/n! I need it!” Bucky pleaded as he continued railing into you balls deep like a savage animal. 

“Go on, sweet baby. cum in me, fill me up.” You say between heavy pants. Your back arches, your hips meeting his as you chase your own orgasm. Bucky’s mind went blank as he released his load into you, his cock pulsating extremely fast in your pussy, which in turn makes you cum right after him. He never stopped his thrusts into your now sensitive and fucked out pussy.

“James, too much okay? m’ sensitive..’’ you mumble shakily, trying to recover from that intense orgasm you just had. 

 “please, y/n.. one more, just feels so good..”

 You nod your head, giving him permission to cum a second time. You tried to pay no mind to how overstimulated you are as Bucky begins to fuck you into the bed, chasing his orgasm for the third time today. He gripped your hips and angled you so he could get deeper inside you. 

You scrunch your face in discomfort at the almost unbearable sensations you were feeling, but the pain quickly subsided into an undeniable pleasure. Your legs begin to tremble around Bucky’s waist, and you bite your lip to stifle a whimper.

Bucky leaned down to bury his face in your neck again, and you felt hot tears fall onto your skin. He wanted to scream out-- his third orgasm was only seconds away, but he couldn’t manage any words. Only broken and pathetic whimpers came from him, as he railed in and out of you, over and over again, neither of you caring how overstimulated you were. An intense shiver runs down your spine and through your body. You almost couldn’t take it anymore, the feeling of his swollen cock hitting your g-spot making you lose all control,

“fuck Bucky, gonna make me cum again!” You wail. You can feel that he’s close too, his cock twitching madly inside your velvety walls. Bucky lets out the most broken and pathetic cry as he bites your shoulder, making you wince slightly.

“y/n..feels so good, feels so fucking good..” Bucky cries softly in between thrusts. “f-fuck! m’ gonna cum inside you again!”

“go ahead, baby. m’ right behind you..” You whisper as you stare at his beautifully fucked out face, nearing your orgasm as well. His thrusts become sloppier and more desperate as he cries out for you.

 You watch Bucky’s eyes roll back as his warm cum fills you up. You follow after him, pussy fluttering around his pulsating shaft. Your liquid drips out your pussy and onto the bed. He thrusts in you balls deep a few more times before falling limp on top of you, cock still buried inside you. 

You and Bucky were both too exhausted to move as you lay there panting heavily. Your fingers massage his sweaty scalp, and his breathing begins to even out slowly.

“that was so.. you made me feel so-” Bucky tries to speak, but only manages to make a few words come out. You kiss his head softly, and he sighs contently as you continue to play with his hair. 

“you did so well, Jamie...” You praise him before looking at the alarm clock on the nightstand beside you.

“come on, Buck. It’s getting late. let’s clean up, okay?” 

Bucky shakes his head no at your words as he buries his face deeper into your neck. 

“don’t wanna pull out just yet. you feel so warm..” Bucky mumbles, pulling the covers over the both of you. He was already exhausted from cumming all those times today, and the feeling of your fingers playing with his hair ever so softly made him even more sleepy. Just this once you would make the exception of sleeping on sheets this dirty. If it were anyone else you would have refused immediately. 

“okay love, we’ll stay here for a while then.” you coo at him, shifting slightly and relaxing in the position you were in. Bucky lets out the cutest little yawn, and a few moments after, begins to softly snore. You stay there, watching your little baby looking the most peaceful you’ve ever seen him.

#buckybabieboy #sub!bucky barnes #dom!reader #sub bucky barnes #sebastian stan #imagines #marvel #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #touch starved #female reader #needy bucky x reader #sub bucky barnes x you #sub bucky #bucky fanfic #bucky blurb #bucky smut #captain america #bucky imagine #subby bucky #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes blurb #tfatws #chubby dumpling

[spidergrotto]

fic writers that write touch starved characters and focus on the non sexual intimacy instead of immediately going the other way will always be my favourites i am shouting all of you out right now.

touch starved in a sense that one hug will knock character a out !!! character b randomly playing with character a and they start crying !! character a has always associated touch with pain and isn’t used to it meaning anything else !!!!

#projecting #projecting? me? never #someone send me the touch starved bucky barnes fics rn #i love to see it #ao3feed #ao3 writer #fic writers #marvel mcu #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes #famfiction #touch starved

[urdepressedslut]

Stray ❝part seven❞

♡ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader/The Winter Soldier x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: You finally open up about some of your past to Bucky, after what happened last night, you aren’t sure if he wants to keep sticking around.

♡ Warnings: mentions of guns, angst, fluff, extreme self hate and talk about scars, abuse, touch starved bucky

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+

Part 8

The haze was starting to clear, the surrounding fog, disappearing to create a path. The sky was gray, yet there were no clouds to be found. The river could be spotted ahead, the water moving in slow motion, ripples measured. It was almost calming, almost.

A girl kneeling by the river had goosebumps erupting, shoulders stiffening. Her body was unmoving, looking so small and fragile sitting there.

“Soldat?”

The voice had him whipping around, tense and terrified. The voice was familiar, but when he turned there was no face to put the sound to. Walking slowly back to the kneeling girl, he came around her side, getting a glimpse of her face. His breath got caught in his throat, discovering that the girl… Was you.

“(Y/n)?” He tried, getting no reaction.

“Soldat. Kill her.”

The same voice hissed, skin crawling from the close proximity of the sound. His face grew pained, his chest aching in dread. He couldn’t.

Movement from you got his attention, his eyes watching you slowly turn your head towards him. A broken, scared expression etched onto your face.

“Bucky? What are you doing?” You asked in your sweet, soft voice. The sound wavering in fear.

He didn’t have time to be confused, his hand was suddenly gripping a gun tight. It was like his body had a mind of its own, the way his arm lifted, pointing the gun right in between your glossy eyes. His pulse was erratic, the horrifying image in front of him. He was out of control of his body, forced to be a passenger.

“Do it, Soldat.” The menacing voice commanded.

The last thing he saw was your betrayal laced eyes, staring into his soul, a million questions written in them. Then, his finger finally pulled the trigger.

~

Bucky woke with a pained wheeze, body covered in a thick layer of sweat, beads of moisture running down the sides of his face, some of his hair clinging to his cheeks and neck. Pressing his palms into the ground, the cool touch of the wood flooring was calming him. Reminding himself that he was here, that it was only a nightmare.

Feeling his head clear slowly, he continued to take deep breaths, trying to slow his erratic heartbeat. His mind couldn’t stop itself from drifting to you, remembering your terrified face from his dream too well.

With that thought, he was immediately realizing how empty his arms felt. That’s when he noticed that you were gone, his arms attempting to grasp onto nothing but the air. Fear from his dream was flooding back into his veins, urgently needing to make sure you were okay.

Last night was heartbreaking, seeing you so vulnerable and broken had brought some mother like instinct to the surface. The urge to care and comfort you suddenly so strong, to the point where your needs came before his.

It wasn’t so much that he didn’t understand the feeling, it was the fact that he welcomed it so quickly that confused him. In a way you could still see each other as strangers, but to him he swore he felt something deeper. Although he was confused, he was confident that he wanted to care for you. He wanted to be the one that got to help you. Like you did for him.

Shaking his head, he went to stand up. Needing to know where you were— that you were safe.

Fully standing, a paper had slid off his lap, one that he didn’t realize was sitting there, floating to the floor.

Bending over and grabbing the small white square, his eyes quickly scanned over it.

Went to the river.

Past the graveyard.

He read, his body tensing up when he read the word river. His dream suddenly felt like it was coming to life, hoping that if that was the case, he’d at least wake up before he got to the end.

He felt slightly better from your note, but started his walk to the river with caution, feeling like his mind was playing tricks on him. Making it outside, the air felt cool, dew clinging to the tips of the grass blades. A spot of black had caught his attention, on the light faded porch. Squinting his eyes in concentration, he focused his gaze on the dead bird laying on its back. Squatting down to move the bird off the porch, he was suddenly eye level with the crack in the window. The crack he discovered last night.

The thud he had heard.

He remembers the thud spooking him from his spot on the couch, moments before he heard your screaming from upstairs. Furrowing his brows in confusion, he wondered if it was normal for birds to be active at night. He shook his head, knowing his thoughts were only trying to scare him, paranoia creeping in.

Now more than ever, he needed you in his arms, the comfort of your warmth now a necessity.

~

Memories of escaping from the house, seeking out this specific spot began to flood your mind, the more you stared into the water. The comfort you used to find from the ambience missing suddenly, the isolation almost unbearable. You used to like it out here, and now it was just a place. One that held no significance.

The nightmare had been one of the worst you’d had in awhile, the images from the dream flashing through your mind every now and then. The sound of your Mothers sharp voice, ringing through your head.

You were ashamed to have fallen back so many steps. Feeling silly for believing that your past was truly behind you. But that would never come close to the amount of shame you felt, waking up in Bucky’s arms— naked.

The thought of Bucky seeing your marked up back had you shivering in disgust. Embarrassed that he had seen it. Your scars were only tallies of the number of punishments you received. There wasn’t an inch of you that saw them from the mirror and saw strength. You were a monster, and you felt you had the appropriate skin for one.

You had let your walls crumble before him, allowing him to witness you so weak and defenseless. You were disgusted with yourself for being vulnerable, knowing that he would see you differently. Changing his mind about staying, now that he knew he was staying with someone so unstable. The girl he got to know now only a mask.

You knew you were a monster, but you couldn’t help but revel in the time you had with him, when he saw you for you. You thought you could get away with pretending just for a little longer.

Next, was the guilt you felt consuming you, remembering you throwing yourself at him. Not forgetting how his muscles felt tensing up from your touch, the way his body didn’t even feel like he was breathing. Until he was forced to endure the discomfort you had thrusted upon him.

You didn’t mean to be so overbearing, but the way his arms felt around you. The way his body had molded so perfectly to yours was so addicting. Never having felt something so safe and secure. Perhaps that was the reason for you guilt, was the fact that you wanted to never stop being in his arms, despite his wish to be left alone.

Light footsteps could be heard from behind you, and not sure if it was Bucky or your imagination, you turned.

You were slightly relieved seeing Bucky approach, a spark of joy igniting in your chest that he hadn’t left you. But as quickly as the joy washed over you, the shame shadowed back over. Turning back to the river, you took a deep breath, trying to focus back on the water.

You didn’t dare glance to your right, when you felt the grass smush down next to you. You felt stuck, having so much to say and not being able to say it.

Bucky stayed silent, watching you carefully, trying to read your expression. He was watching you avoid looking in his direction, face looking pained. Your body sagged like you were carrying too much on your shoulders. Thanks to serum running through his veins, he could hear your erratic heartbeat.

“Sorry I kinda ran off on you,” You started, “I just needed to… Clear my head.”

Bucky nodded, his heart hurting at the way you thought you had to apologize. His hands twitched on his lap, aching to feel your soft skin, to hold you again.

“I’m sorry about last night… That— that doesn’t usually happen and… I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable I— I just…” You trailed off, throat feeling tight with emotions.

Bucky perked up at the talk of his discomfort, immediately needing to change your mind.

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable,” He told you genuinely, “I was just worried about you.”

You kept staring ahead into the water, the breeze doing little to calm you. You almost felt like he was telling you what you wanted to hear, but the genuineness in his voice was clear.

“I was already awake downstairs, and I heard you screaming… I’m sorry for barging into your room but, I couldn’t just pretend like I heard nothing.” He told you, internally wincing from the image of you panicking on the floor.

“Why are you saying sorry? You helped me.” You told him.

He furrowed his brows slightly, wishing he could reach out and turn your face towards his.

“Well... why are you saying sorry?” He mirrored your question.

You hesitated, almost turning to him. You felt anxious under his stare, afraid that he’d see who you truly were if he got a glimpse into your eyes. You continued to stare into the water, trying to muster up courage to meet his gaze.

“I touched you.” You whispered in shame, “I know you don’t like to be touched and… I didn’t mean to throw myself at you.”

Bucky felt appreciation for you always looking out for him, caring so much about his wellbeing it was overwhelming.

“I never told you that.” He realized.

“You didn’t have to, I could just tell. So… I’m sorry.” You told him, picking at the skin around your fingernails.

Bucky hadn’t realized you had been watching him like that, taking note of his habits, his mannerisms.

“I mean… You’re right,” He agreed, “But when it’s you, I don’t mind.”

At his confession, you turned your head towards him slowly, finally meeting his gaze.

“What?”

Bucky softened his eyes, scooting the slightest bit closer to you, internally cheering when you didn’t move away.

“I don’t mind it when it’s you… That sounds weird but…” He trailed off, taking a deep breath, “For so long, I’ve only ever associated pain with touch. I guess that makes me afraid because I think people are gonna hurt me.”

He explained, face pained remembering the horrific memories. You listened with a heavy heart, having assumed he’d been through a lot, but never thinking something so traumatic.

“I was shocked at first when you touched me but... You didn’t hurt me,” He told you, holding your gaze with intensity, “I can’t remember the last time I felt comforted by someone’s touch.”

You felt appreciated, chest warm with regard, hearing him express how secure your touch had made him feel versus being repulsed by it.

"You don't have to feel bad, you respect me more than anyone ever has. I will let you know if I'm uncomfortable," He hesitated for a second, "Until then... You can hold my hand if you need to."

Bucky didn't want to reveal how starved for your touch he was, needing your comfort more than you did. He was afraid that your guilt would pull you away from him, and he didn't know how much distance he could keep from you.

His offer left you speechless, not knowing how to respond. Unsure how to express how much you needed his touch too. You believed his words, trusting that he was being genuine. You knew before you were allowed to ask more from him, he deserved the truth about you. That way he had a choice to leave, after he knew the real you.

Your hand twitched, wanting to grab onto his sitting on top his thigh.

“My nightmare was about my Mother.” You blurted out, rushing the words out before you stopped yourself out of fear.

Bucky listened as you changed the subject, anxious that you hadn’t responded to his earlier offer, but otherwise stayed quiet while you spoke.

The eye contact was too intense, feeling as if he could see right through you, so you turned back towards to water. Hoping the ripples and ambience could ease the anxiety creeping up your back.

“My Mother was not kind. She always was very headstrong… But for the wrong reasons,” You uttered, swallowing through the tightness in your throat, “My life has been… Confusing I guess. I was always kept in the dark about things… So I never knew what was actually going on.”

Bucky stayed silent, watching your expression drop, listening to the way you’d tread carefully around some words. Talking to him like he couldn’t handle the full story.

“I grew up in that house— On this land. I’ve been to town a few times… Only ever by myself, and that was after my family was gone. I guess you could say I’m a little sheltered, but only because my parents wouldn’t let me leave. I was supposed to live here forever, only knowing this house and land, ignoring the rest of the world.”

You explained, the familiar burn returning in your nose, having to tilt your head back to keep the tears from falling.

“Things weren’t always like this— Yes, my parents always did look at me like I was… Some alien. But things used to feel a little normal… Kinda,” You paused taking a deep breath, “My parents left me alone too much at first, and I started missing something that had never even existed.”

Parental love.

Bucky watched your face from the side, and noticed your lip quivering. His eyes running down to find your hands shaking in your lap. Oh how desperately he wanted to hold them.

“As I got older, things got worse. My Mother started screaming at me for asking harmless questions, she would scare me so much, that’s when my nightmares started.”

“Why?” Bucky asked you softly.

You turned and met his concerned expression, tearing your glossy eyes right back to the water when his locked with yours, not having the strength to continue looking him in the eyes.

“I don’t know… She just hated me. Always did, and I never understood why.” You told him solemnly, “Pretty soon after I turned ten, Mother was pregnant with my brother, Tommy.”

A sob crawled up your throat, attempted to escape when you swallowed hard to force it down. Thinking of your baby brother was always so painful.

“I didn’t know you had a brother.” Bucky whispered, judging by your expression that something bad had happened.

“How could you know? He’s dead. My Mother killed him.” You blankly said, forcing your mind to drift, knowing it was easier to talk about if you just let yourself sink into the void.

Bucky didn’t stop himself this time, and reached over to grab your trembling right hand with his flesh one. He turned his body so he could face you more. Squeezing it softly, he rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand in attempt to calm you. Your skin was so soft, so warm. He was addicted to the way his skin reacted to yours, minor goosebumps awakening over his flesh.

“I’m so sorry (Y/n).”

Taking a deep breath in, you calmed your racing heart, attempting to clear Tommy from your mind. You felt comforted by his hand holding yours, gently squeezing occasionally.

“My Mother started punishing me… Telling me that I was being bad. But I never did anything. If I breathed wrong she’d punish me,” You whispered out, squeezing his hand back, turning to face him, “The… The scars you saw.”

Bucky nodded.

“That’s from punishment. Lost count of how many times it happened,” You told him, scooting closer to him instinctively, “I used to catch on to the things she’d say… Calling me a demon. She’d say things like how the devil lives in me.”

You scoffed, laughing bitterly, finding it funny how Mother would label you as such, when she was the one fitting the part.

Bucky held onto your hand, wishing he could heal the wounds deep within you. He found it unfair that you had to live your life like that. You, out of everyone else in the world, deserved a happy life.

“Why are you telling me all this?” He asked you.

He had no issue with you telling him. But he found it disturbing if you felt like you had to do this, he didn’t want you to share your life story if you weren’t ready.

Turning yourself towards him, you dared yourself to gaze into his eyes. Fully expecting judgement and revulsion. But what you saw was quite the opposite, it confused you.

“You deserve to know who you’re living with.” You stated, still gripping onto his hand like he was the only thing keeping you alive.

He felt distaste from your response. You made it sound like you were everything your Mother had said you were.

“None of that was your fault, you didn’t ask for that life.” He whispered to you, trying to convince you that you were good.

“You didn’t let me finish…” You told him.

He nodded his head in apology and sat silent.

This was the moment, this is where Bucky would finally know who you truly are.

He will run.

You wanted to argue with your mind, but there was more bad than good running through your veins. You wanted to lie, tell him you were joking about it all. But the guilt of everything that had ever happened in your life, was suddenly crushing down on your chest. Forcing you to exhale, and with that exhale came the truth.

You were alone before him, you could suffer through it again. Maybe that’s what you deserved.

“I wasn’t lying when I told you that my family’s gone. But the reason why they’re gone… is because of me,” You whispered out, voice trembling, “I killed them.”

You finally revealed, letting out of gasp of relief. Despite the aching pain that continued to grow in your chest, you couldn’t help but feel free.

You could almost sense the wave of judgement approaching, feeling the way Bucky’s hand slipped from yours, your palm suddenly empty and cold. Clenching your eyes shut, you didn’t think you could handle watching him walk away. The sensation of a sob crawling up your throat approached, but before you could let it out.

You felt strong arms wrap around you, startling you, silencing your chaotic mind. You felt the back of your head being cradled, his hand gently pulling your face into the crook of his neck, just like the night before. You jumped and gasped when you felt a colder arm wrap around your lower back, pulling you firmly against his front. Without effort, he seemed to pull you snug in his lap, caging you in his embrace. The large gesture was shocking, leaving you gaping for air, attempting to say something, but losing yourself in the warmth that was Bucky.

Unlike last time, you let your arms wrap around him, hugging him impossibly closer. Hoping that his touch could help fill the gaping hole in your heart.

Bucky was shocked at your confession, but your story did nothing but convince him that your parents deserved to die. He only felt bad for your psyche, knowing you would have to live with that guilt for the rest of your life. He, unlike anyone else understood you, and knew exactly how you were feeling. Unlike him, he wasn’t going to let you suffer alone anymore. He’d help heal your wounds for however long it took.

He nearly melted when he felt you reciprocate the hug. Feeling your tiny arms wrap around his back. Your warmth overwhelming him, happiness spreading through his body in a rush.

“Why aren’t you running away from me?” You whispered into the crook of his neck. Curious why he stayed but also relieved he did.

He shivered from the sensation of your breath fanning against his neck. Leaning into your head, drawing random patterns into your side with his metal hand.

“We are more alike than you think.” He spoke into her hair, sneaking an inhale of her shampoo, the faint fruity aroma of green apple filling his senses.

Without prying into his statement, you buried yourself deeper into his arms. Just needing to escape from reality, wishing you could stay hidden in his arms forever.

You don’t know why he stayed, but you’re glad he did.

TAGLIST: @zonkie-bee @tortilla-maria1 @lizslibrary @sebastians-love @xiaosluvr @navs-bhat @ragingrainbowshipl @delicatecapnerd @buckybarnesandmarvel @viperchick47 @hunitweet @vixi-3303 @buckyb-stan @happinessinthebeing @mirtaqueen

#bucky barnes #reader insert #marvel cinematic universe #the winter soldier #fluff #heavy angst #buckybarnes #marvel imagines #mini series #bucky angst #beefy bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #protective bucky barnes #touch starved #dark themes #bucky barnes fic #sebastian stan

[nicknelsonstransbf]

Touch Starved Bucky 🤤

Warning; sort of smutty (at the end, cut off is given)

Includes; Bucky x gn!Reader, touch starved bucky (duh), fluff, tooth rotting fluff, i for cavities from so much fluff omg, cuddling, PDA, the whole lot

*************************************************

Now we all know Bucky was a ladies man in the 40’s

But after Hydra he’s scared he’ll hurt someone

And he would never (EVER) hurt his lover

At first he’s too scared to even hold his lovers hand

He’d always keep you away from his left side (unless it’s the sidewalk rule ofc, which he follows bc i mean, it’s Bucky)

Eventually you could convince him that you need the physical intimacy

Even non-sexual

ESPECIALLY NON-SEXUAL

He’d start off with hand holding

And that would lead to more kissing

Pecks on the lips, cheeks, and even the neck and shoulders if they’re exposed

But only in private.

You are his after all

And besides, why would he want to put on a show for anyone but you?

The kisses would lead to cuddling

When Bucky realizes he really enjoys this he asks for it more often.

It starts off as every few days, when you watch a movie

Then every other day

Then almost every day when he’s not out on a mission

As much as he loves giving affection, he love love loves reviving even more

Kissing him on the cheek when he’s talking about something will make his face hot and he’ll stumble on his words a bit

Hugging him, from behind especially, when he’s doing something makes him melt like putty in your hands

At some point he’d let you see and use his metal arm

At first he’s scared

But when you kiss him on the cheek and hold the cold metal fingers in your warm flesh, he almost starts to shake with happiness

He’d get comfortable enough to kiss you in front of people

He would almost always be holding you in public

Falling asleep with him ends up in one of four cuddle positions

Him being big spoon

You being big spoon

Your head on his chest

Just curled up and tangled i to eachother

He doesn’t have a preference, because he just likes to know you’re there

After long or hard days he’ll just walk up and wrap his arms around you, burying his head into your neck.

When you ask what’s wrong he’ll mutter

“Hate work. Just hug.”

Before pulling you closer.

If he has nightmares he always looks for you

One too many times have you gotten up to pee or get water in the middle of the night and you come back to Bucky frantically looking for you in bed.

“There you are!”

It’s sad but it’s sweet in a way.

If you’re in public for too long, the second you get home he pulls you into a hug.

He doesn’t care if there’s ice cream on the counter that melting, he just wants to hug you for a few more seconds…. or minutes…

He hates when you’re mad at him

But if you’re angry enough that you want to sleep on the couch, or want him to, he’ll beg you not to (or to not make him)

He hates sleeping without you

It’s hard enough on missions

Don’t make him do it at home too!

In the end Bucky just loves holding his lover, no matter what.

NSFW TIME

He loves to hold hands when you have sex

Forehead kisses before, during, and after are a must (for both of you)

You sitting on his lap makes him feral (DO NOT DO THIS IN PUBLIC OR IF YOU WANT TO WALK TOMORROW LMAO)

Aftercare will always include cuddles

*************************************************

I love this head-canon so much, I love thinking about it too. I might write an actual story about it but i’m not sure. Anyways I love soft Bucky <3

#bucky barnes #bucky x you #some smut #soft bucky #marvel #head canon #preferences #touch starved #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #gn!reader #pda #cuddles #cuddling

[bucknastysbabe]

Kink Bingo - Praise Kink

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1, 765

Tags: Dead dove, WHUMP?, Hydra Trash Party, Mentioned rape, Dub-con, confused WS murder meow meow, hydra!handler!reader, praise kink, touch starved Buck, hand jobs, He’s Just Super Sensitive Blame The Serum, crying what’s new, she loves him in the worst way possible

A/N: I haven’t really written something dark like this in awhile so WARNING! The one Russian translation is thanks commander. Poor Bucky but he gets petted and praised by an insane Soviet for a little bit. Subtle Steeb reference at the end. Listened to gimme danger the entire time.

You leaned back in the stiff leather chair, waiting for your delivery. Strike team was bringing the asset to your office at some point. Your mouth pinched at the thought— they played too rough with the poor thing. Soldat was the fist of Hydra, not a common whore. You didn’t like the Americans very much, but Karpov had sent you along with the asset to get adjusted to being under Alexander Pierce’s control.

So you handled your precious boy until the Americans grew tired of you. They’d already beaten the little life the asset had left into a pulp. He was even more quiet and confused than in Siberia. You’d give him some peace before being discarded, hopefully by the greatest creation of Hydra.

The door opened, the young agent Rumlow shoving the asset inside with an irritated noise. You raised a brow at Soldat’s state— bloodied and bruised moreso than the average mission. Rumlow barked, “He didn’t listen, stupid fuck needs to get wiped again. Got punished, so stop looking at me like that Komandir.”

“Fuck off,” you hissed.

Rumlow slammed the door with a scoff. Your precious soldat stumbled forward dazedly. He knew the drill even between countless wipes, come report to the handler after a mission. Soldat limped forward and kneeled between your legs, wide blues looking up blankly. His nose was bruised, one of his eyes bloodshot and blackened.

You frowned and carded a gentle hand through his thick brown locks, sighing softly. His jaw twitched, throat bobbed. You stated, “Status report.”

His robotic reply came quickly, “Fractured left orbital, nasal fracture, broken anterior ribs nine and ten. Palatal Petechiae, anal fissure.”

You almost hissed at the last part. The strike team was a bunch of mongrel deviants, using the asset to sate their primal urges. With a coo you placed both hands on his cheeks, carefully thumbing over his black eye.

“Baby, poor baby,” you simpered. His wide eyes searched your face, glassing over with tears. You lied, “Those strike team boys are dogs. You’re just so pretty they can’t help themselves.” Soldat whined sadly through his swollen nose, guilty gaze flicking to the ground.

“I didn’t listen- I- I need maintenance,” he said.

He thought he deserved it. He probably didn’t, they just searched for ways to inflict torture. Nasty American pigs. You would make soldat feel better in the meantime. He loved praise and petting, baby was so touch starved. Vasily had taught you that about the asset. Said it makes him more obedient in close quarters because he gets so overstimulated and needy.

“Soldier,” you sweetly said, “You’ll get your maintenance soon. Let your handler take care of her precious star.”

You moved your hands to gently scratch at his scalp, frowning at the pieces that were obviously ripped out using force. You murmured, “How did they use you?” Soldat had to open his hazy eyes, almost purring at your ministrations.

“They used my anus and throat. Multiple members of Strike team Alpha,” he rasped oh-so-quiet. You bit back another hiss, focusing on untangling his dark locks.

You liked the way his English sounded. Your accent was thick and guttural. The asset’s English was soft-spoken, lilting, pretty. You knew it was his native tongue long ago. Pierce told you to stop speaking Russian with Soldat, who currently leaned into your touch, quivering muscles settling down. His injuries would be slowly knitting up— the bruises would be a couple of days, the broken bones a couple more.

Soldat was perfect like that. You ordered, “Just relax precious, if you can.” He nodded obediently, stable hands clasped behind. You worked on the multiple buckles and zips caging in his finely tuned body. Soldat’s titanium arm clicked and clacked in the quiet room, the only noise besides the hum of the A/C.

You peeled off the tight leather from his torso, sucking in a breath at the bruising. You sighed again, “My poor baby, they did a number hm?” He nodded slowly, lips trembling. You rubbed at the knots in his thick shoulders, the asset moaning softly. He never got very loud, but the cries and sniffles when he came were divine.

“Such a pretty angel baby, I know you did great, you always do.”

He vaguely nodded, a half-assed jerk of his pretty jaw. The soldier whimpered, “C-commander please.” His swollen red lips still pouted and shook, sobs threatening to rip out of his sore throat. You purred, “Do you want a reward soldier? Sweet baby.”

“Mhm,” he croaked.

You eyed his peaked nipples and straining bulge in his cargo pants. He had a pretty cock, flushed and thick, just huge, like the rest of him. You unbuckled his belt easily, sliding the pants down strong thighs. They even quivered under your attentions. You couldn’t help the quirk of your lips at soldat gasping when his swollen cock slapped his toned stomach.

You pressed soft kisses to his neck and jaw, wandering hands paying mind to the broken parts of his body. Awkwardly you ushered the naked asset up, leading him forward to sit on your desk. His thighs tantalizingly spread out when he sat down with a wince. You apologized, “So sorry sweet boy, I’ll make it better then you’ll get some rest.”

“спасибо командир,” he murmured.

You chided, lips ghosting over his own, “No Russian, remember baby? I know the Americans are confusing.”

His lips puckered eagerly, waiting for a kiss. You closed the distance, winding a hand into his long locks. You rubbed soothing circles while sharing his lips in slowed smacks. The asset liked everything slow, you figured it kept him relaxed. Nothing like the jackhammering cocks of the disgusting strike team.

He whined happily into your mouth, arching into your body. You smiled, sweet thing wanted his tits touched but wouldn’t dare to ask. So you did it for him, “You want me to play with your tits baby? My needy star.” He nodded frantically, chasing your lips to crash back against his.

You slid the hand from his hair and hip to rub wide circles on his built pecs.

Then you ran your thumbs in tight motions on his dusky nubs, so fucking gentle like your super-soldier pet would break. You knew he would if he could. The asset shivered, a thin whine of ‘commandeeerrr’ elicited instead. You clenched your thighs to dull the ache. You never fucked the asset. Just played with him until he got his sweet release.

You weren’t like the thugs here taking and taking. Soldat needed you like the oxygen in the air. He needed some sort of twisted love in his lonely life. You sucked on his tongue to abate the pang in your chest from the thought of abandoning your sweet boy.

Soldat’s arm shifted and whined in random intervals— signals just as overwhelmed as the rest of him. You kept up the assault on his nipples, the poor thing’s drool making your kiss grow sloppier and wetter. He mewled into the lazy movements, hands trembling. You murmured, “You can touch baby boy.”

You almost squeaked at the feeling of his big hands groping your ass. He tried to be gentle but soldat rarely knew his own strength. You’d cherish the usual mottling of your skin afterward. He brokenly panted, “Commander, feels…s’good. Thank you.” His dark lashes fluttered when you pinched his now swollen peaks, full lips hanging wide open in ecstasy.

“No need to thank me precious, I know my perfect boy needs it. Do you want me to play with your pretty cock?”

He let out a mournful noise— huge arms pulling you even closer. Soldat would probably latch onto you like a puppy if he didn’t have orders. He pled, “Will you, pl-please please.” The asset flushed and winced, expecting a slap for asking questions. You pressed your lips to his slick mouth and hummed, “I’ve got you, my star has such manners.”

You pulled back, his brows furrowing in distress at the absence of your mouth. You let your collected drool drip into your palm and wrapped it around engorged flesh. He cried out and bit down to stop the noise.

“Don’t hide your sweet sounds from me, I want to hear my precious boy.”

A choppy exhale of breath was your answer. He squirmed and sniffled as you methodically fucked your fist on his cock. Slow, slow, a rough twist on the head and your prize was trembling like a virgin. He rested his forehead on your shoulder, puffing hot breath on the thin cloth of your top. The asset babbled random words in different languages interspersed with the most breathtaking little sobs.

You slid your thumb around the extra sensitive frenulum, the sweet thing sniffling and wetting your shoulder with tears. He tried to speak, “K-Ko- hah, haaah, mmh, fuck!” Your other hand— once tight in his perfect hair slid down to cup his overfull sac. You squeezed at the heated flesh. Soldat muffled his wail, hands scrabbling at your body.

His back was painfully arched, you ordering him to relax some. He did with a pitiful mewl, soaking more tears into your turtleneck. You grinned at the tell-tale little sobs. He’d get so pitchy you felt bad for your simple little weapon, his throat probably hurt even more from the high sounds. You husked in his ear, “That’s it my good boy, singing so pretty for your commander, you needed it baby.”

He was rutting into your fist with abandon, the left arm going off with buzzing signals. You dug your thumb into his weeping slit, guided a gentle finger holding his balls to that loose skin behind. You pressed up and gasped when Soldat almost crushed you with his arms, shaking and coming apart at the seams. The asset couldn’t catch his breath, aborted tiny cries leaving his swollen throat.

He wept openly now— flushed member shooting rope after rope of white cum. He stained your already ruined top and flooded your fist. You pumped Soldat through the climax until he mewled and shied away. He seized your lips again passionately, pouring singleminded need into the action. You kissed the perfect asset back, pressing your tits against his broad chest. You wanted to steal him away in the moment, leave with the priceless thing and start anew somewhere.

But that wouldn’t happen. He’d realize you’re just as tainted as the rest of Hydra and probably kill you as his brain inevitably cleared up. So you’d enjoy your pliant, perfect toy for now. You mumbled against insistent lips, “Baby did so good, Commander loves you. Precious star.” He teared up again— not sure where he remembered another voice telling the asset that he was loved.

#READ THE TAGS AND TW #PLS #dead dove do not eat #whump #hydra reader #winter soldier bucky #bucky is touch starved #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes smut #hydra trash party #bucky barnes x reader #winter soldier x reader #kink bingo

[shprka]

Need a fic of Gale cleaning Bucky's wounds tenderly when Bucky first gets to the stalag

#the tender intimacy of it all #the im glad youre alive delicate mood #theyre both probably severely touch starved at that point skin buzzing wherever they touch just for a second #bucky has his eyes closed soaking it all in listening to gales soft voice #buck being more touchy and running his hand through johns curls bc whatever happened to him he survived and found his way back to him #just two bros being bros ya know #clegan #buck x bucky

[tessatales]

Touch starved ❤️Reader❤️

A/N: Tagging the wonderful @copper-boom as they were the one to A) suggested Touch Starved: Reader edition. As well as the one to request Peter to be first! I’m not sure if I’ll be tagging this on the same master page as a part 2 to Peters or putting on a brand new master list- we shall see!

Peter Parker x F!Reader.

Warnings: None

Themes: touch starved reader (duh), Peter tries to help, soft boy, pining, kinda hurt comfort but not?

*Your POV*

You hit the punchbag harder, your bare hands making satisfying slapping sounds as you threw all your weight into each blow; the pain radiating through your arms as your muscles began to complain.

“Woah Y/N, I hope you don’t have anyone in mind when your hitting that” Peter said, skidding to a stop in the gym doorway. You merely glance in Peters direction as you keep hitting the bag, your force becoming almost unbearable.

“Hey! Y/N stop! You’ve got to be hurting yourself by now!” Peter protested, the concern on his face making you want to throw the punchbag across the room.

You weren’t sure why you were so angry, but you’d been feeling the buildup for weeks. You’d put the issue down to the chaos that had erupted in the tower as of late. The people inside constantly being sent off on one dangerous mission or another. In fact, looking back you realised that it had been nearly a month since there and been more than just you and maybe one other avenger in the tower at any one time.

“Y/N that’s enough!” Peter said, his voice booming through your daydreamed filled focus. Without your wanting them to, your hands stilled and you became suddenly aware of the sticky white web that now held your hands in places.

“That’s so uncalled for!” You shout, looking at the offending spider boy as he made his way to you.

“You completely blacked out on me Y/N, I said your name like 5 times and nothing! And look at your hands” Peter said, coming round to stand in front of the bag. You looked down, noticing now how the webs were tinted slightly pink where they’d made contact with your split knuckles.

“Oh…” you whisper, only feeling the sting from your hands now you’ve been made to notice them. Peter looks at you with worry as he peels of the sticky strands from your injured fingers.

“What’s going on with you Y/N? I’ve never seen you like this before..” Peter said, looking you in the eye as he plucked the final web strand away. You look away.

“ I don’t know, I’ve been feeling this pressure building up inside me since everyone was called off on different missions.” You confessed, toeing invisible dirt with the tip of your shoe. Peter placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Your lonely.” Peter said, his voice tinged with sadness. You look at him sharply. Lonely? In the many hours she’d spent pondering her feelings, she’d never considered lonely.

“I mean I guess. It’s not like I’ve actually been alone here, there always been at least one of the guys here at a time” You say, trailing off as you try to remember how many times you saw Steve or Bruce or any of the other when they’d been here.

“Come with me” Peter said, taking your sore hands delicately as he walks you out of the gym. His footsteps silent as he guilds you through the tower and into the main living quarters”

“What are you-?” You begin to ask, your question silenced as you see the living room.

“I came to the gym to ask if you wanted to watch a movie with me.” Peter said as he stood you in front of the sofa, placing his hands lightly on your shoulders as he made you sit.

“Apart from when you’ve come to visit me and aunt May or Happy’s told me someone’s come home from a mission, you’ve been on your own. Your sure to get touch starved in that time.” Peter said as he’d made his way to the first aid cupboard, his back to you as he got the correct items out for your knuckles.

“Touch starved? I though you said I was lonely?” You reply, frowning at the web slinger as he came to sit beside you.

“You’re lonely and touch starved dummy. How could you not be? Not only do you live with 6 other people on a normal day, but some of those people are very affectionate. Name me one instance where Wanda hasn’t hugged you or something when you’ve talked to her?” Peter said as he got to work on your hands.

You barely felt the sting as you recalled your conversations with the different avengers, realising quickly you seemed to get touched a lot. Whether is was Wanda’s hugs or Natasha’s affectionate shoulder punches; hell, even Vision would pat you on the head when you’d answer one of his questions. You were hit with the sudden realisation that your mood was purely because of touch. Or the lack of it.

“Ooh…”

“And the penny finally drops” Peter says, finishing up on the last bandage. You stare at the neat arrangements of fabric covering your now aching hands.

“Thank you.” You say, looking up at Peter sheepishly, he merely shrugged.

“Don’t mention it. Now what shall we watch?”

********

*Peter’s POV*

Peter was pretty sure Y/N had fallen asleep as soon as the movie had started, her body sagging sleepily against his shoulder as he’d watched the films opening scene. Y/N’s head lolled against Peters shoulder at an uncomfortable looking angle.

“Hey, Y/N, wake up. Time to go to bed” Peter tried, nudging the sleeping girl lightly.

“Nuhh mph” Y/N said, her face contorting as she spoke in her sleep. Peter laughed softly.

As carefully as he could, Peter got up, holding Y/N’s head as he moved. With careful movements and some help from his webs, Peter moved a pillow to sit comfortably under Y/N’s head, a blanket shooting it’s way on the end of a web from the other side of the room as he lay her comfortably.

Satisfied she was comfortable, Peter stood up, aiming to make his get away silent.

“Petey?” Y/N mumbled, her face scrunched up in a way Peter thought was horrendously adorable.

“Yes?” Peter said, trying to ignore the way her nickname for him makes his chest feel. Without opening her eyes, Y/N reached out blindly to grasp Peters trouser leg.

“Stay” she said simply, her grip tight against the fabric of his trousers. Peter chuckled softly.

“There’s nowhere for me to sit” Peter whispered as he detangled her fingers from his clothes. Crouching down, Peter moved a stray lock of hair from Y/N’s sleeping face. She sighed softly at the touch. With great effort, Y/N began to move, shuffling her body until there was a Peter sized space behind her.

“Umph” Y/N mumbled like a triumph. Her face portraying no sign she was doing any of this consciously. Peter scratched the back of his head. Looking around for something he wasn’t sure of before giving in and removing his shoes. As lightly as he could, Peter tiptoed behind Y/N, moving carefully to lie directly behind her.

Peters heart raced. He’d know that his motives for a movie hadn’t been completely innocent, knowing Happy and the Avengers were away had given him a chance at alone time with the youngest tower occupant. But he hadn’t expected to end up like this.

How fast will I be thrown out the window if one of them came back early? Peter wondered as he half lay there, his head on his elbow as he looked down at Y/N’s sleeping form.

As if she knew she was being watched, Y/N moved, rolling over until she was facing Peter, engulfing him in the masses of blanket as she went. Peter froze as he felt Y/N’s bandaged had snake it’s way across his middle, the hand his head wasn’t resting in held high like he was at gunpoint.

Peter stayed like that for several minutes, feeing his muscles begin to cramp up at the awkward position. Eventually, he moved, slowly sliding down until Y/N’s head sat under his chin and his arms had found their comfortable spot under Y/N’s head and resting lightly over her blanket clad middle.

“Okay, don’t freak out” Peter said silently as he felt Y/N cuddle closer to him. Ever sense in his body screaming that this was the best and worst idea of his life.

I’m cuddling with my crush

The avengers are gonna kill me

Thoughts race through his head as he felt Y/N’s steady breathing. Eventually though, Peters worrying was overthrown by the warmth of Y/N’s body and the quite murmuring as she talked in her sleep.

In the end, Peter decided to relax, squashing the thought of consequences as he focused on the girl in his arms. He’d come here to spend time with her, to help her feel less alone during this mess of a time she was facing. And if hugging her while she slept was what she needed, Peter was happy to give it.

As Peter began to drift into unconsciousness, he dreamed of a time where this was his usual routine, napping on the sofa with Y/N in his arm, the movie playing softly in the background as he held the girl he was sure he was falling in love with.

#avengers #avengers imagine #avengers x reader #bucky x reader #tony x reader #dr strange #dr strange x reader #bruce banner imagine #clint barton x reader #loki x y/n #touchstarved peter #touchstarvedmcu #touch starved reader #peter x reader #peter parker #spiderman

[buckysbvtch3]

Touch Starved Bucky Part 2

Since everyone loves the first one so much I thought I’d make a part two with things touch starved Bucky would say to reader <3

Part 1 Masterlist

“Is this okay?” Touch starved Bucky would be the KING of consent — constantly checking up on you and being self conscious of how needy he is

“Do you want to lay down for a bit, doll?” That man would be CONSTANTLY wanting to laying down and holding you — for him there’s nothing better than having you all to himself wrapped up in his arms knowing you’re not leaving him

“Mm, you’re so soft, doll face” it literally doesn’t matter what your body shape or size is that man is obsessed with the feel of your skin, your curves/hips/waist and LOVES just feeling you — it’s not even sexual (unless you want it to be) he just gets so much fulfilment from touching you

“Love having you in my arms—nothing better” sleepy Bucky!!!

This isn’t dialogue but the man would be all over you like in the above GIF!!!! He would kiss you all over your face and nuzzle into your neck and just squeeze you!!

“You mind if I hold you with both arms?” This is Bucky early on in your relationship. The man would be nervous using his metal arm and be hyper aware of it not touching you. You’re quick to clear that problem up however and now in his braver moments he even reaches for you with it

“Don’t leave…please?” Bucky was always an early riser before he met you. It took a while into the relationship for him to be comfortable sleeping around you (he was so protective of you and wanted to keep an eye on you in your sleep). But with you two staying together in his room in the tower he knew you were safe and cursed whoever’s fault it was that you had to get up

“Can you maybe just…lay on top of me for a bit?” The first time he asked you this you were confused why he was being shy about it but now it was your main way of holding each other —he constantly pulls you on top of him and he feels so grounded it’s perfect

“Fits so perfectly in mine doll” when holding your hand

“Promise it’s not too much?” he gets insecure about how much he touches you

“Just wanna hold you angel” sleepy Bucky again!!

“Tell me if you want to get up, yeah?”

“God, I love holding you”

“Smell so good” Bucky would definitely put the tip of his nose in your hair and your neck when hugging

“Never letting you go, doll. The best thing that ever happened to me”

———

Requests open!!

That’s it!! Thanks for reading guys go read part one if u haven’t already!!

Touch starved bucky is honestly my favourite bc that man needs a hug :((

#bucky barnes #Bucky #x reader #masterlist #touch starved #touch starved bucky #james bucky buchanan barnes #James bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky Barnes x reader #needy bucky #boyfriend bucky #avenger reader x bucky

[viciousobsessed]

*english is not my first language, I'm sorry for every mistake*

Unpopular opinion: I don’t think Bucky will be a sadomasochist during sex or have a kink for choking, hair pulling, degradation and those things specially because of he past. I really don't see sense of him get pleasure do to this. So for me having sex with him would be more like him being  touch starved and being really sensitive cause when he came out of the mental control and the ice he was more worried to survive and not get catch again them have sex with some girl. So even after some sex he would still be so sensitive and needy cause all the super soldier thing and the resistant he won in every point of view. The conclusion is the Bucky is so exhausted in life that he needs to be pampered and taken care of. He needs to forget being the strongest and just be with you or whoever.

#bucky imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barns x you #sexwithbucky #james buchanan barnes #capitan america #touch starved #subboy #sub bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine

[hitorimaron]

Inspired by The Necrofloranomicon by @leveragehunters

#leveragehunters #stevebucky #stucky #fic rec #MY ARTSIES #once again struggling to come up with tags worthy of this wonderful story #BASICALLY #bucky is a necromancer #who uses his powers to revive flowers #how wholesome is that #a touch-starved necromancer in a slow-build universe #and then steve happens #what more do you want me to say

[fsbc-librarian]

I lost track of a fic and I'm hoping you can help me find it again. It was modern Bucky and Cap Steve. Bucky was with Moon Knight and helped discover Steve. Steve was touch starved and asked Nat to help him find someone for a FWB agreement

Ooh I haven’t seen this one, but I’ll see what I can do 💜

If anyone else knows this fic, I’d love you to throw me a link!

Updated:

A Place to Rest And Remember Yourself (In My Arms) -- A Shrunkyclunks AU by Gloromeien (WIP)

#fic req #fic search #Bucky Barnes #moon knight #steve rogers #touch starved #fanfiction #fanfic #stucky

[rookthorne]

Love Your Enemy | ꜱʜʀɪɴᴋʏᴄʟɪɴᴋꜱ

Pairing; Shrinkyclinks Word Count; 1.0k Warnings; hurt/comfort, fluff, nightmare, Bucky's PTSD, descriptions of blood and war, mute!Bucky, pet names A/N; okay, this is fluffy. FLUFFY - I TELL YOU!

WHUMPTOBER MASTERLIST

Love has many languages, even for those that don’t speak. 

Things hadn’t been easy since he’d been forced back home - discharged from his duties as a soldier thanks to a strategically placed IED that cost him his arm. 

Civilian life, while filled with almost no excitement in the form of a rifle or gunfire, did not mean that he would be at peace. Because not only did that bomb cost him his arm, it tore from him so much more than he had been willing to lose. 

“Hey, Buck,” Steve whispered, opening Bucky’s bedroom door a crack so his mussed mop of blond hair could peek through. The sight of Steve brought Bucky no relief, though. “Are you okay?”

The shadows shrouded him from view like a cloak, a veil that no one, not even his partner, could see through. It was best this way. 

“Bucky?” 

He winced slightly at the worry in Steve’s tone, his voice coming out as a breathy whisper when it normally would be firm, and strong. 

“I know you can hear me,” Steve continued, his small figure edging into the room while Bucky watched from the corner of his room. It was a remarkably impressive feat to even wedge his mountainous frame between the bookshelf and the wall. “Can you just let me know you’re okay? I heard a ruckus.”

The ‘ruckus’ was Bucky waking from yet another nightmare, his wordless scream punctuated by the knocks of the bed frame against the wall when he vaulted from the soft mattress in fear. 

Steve, bless him, as Bucky’s Ma would say, was never one to shy away from any danger, and putting yourself into a room with a mute soldier in the midst of a flashback was suicide. 

At least, that’s what Bucky had heard the ‘doctor’ tell Steve before Steve was pulling him from the room, a few choice words of his own thrown over his shoulder. Bucky had managed a small smile at that - watching Steve defend him like his brothers in arms would have, it meant more than he could express. 

It would have been comical - seeing his 5’4 boyfriend all fired up with the red tinge of anger blooming over his neck in tell-tale indignation, if the circumstances weren’t so dire.

However, Bucky could not help but silently agree with that doctor at this moment, he wasn’t in his right mind with flashes of tanks and guns and explosions blocking his common sense; the ability to distinguish an ally from an enemy, long gone.

He did not want to hurt Steve, he didn’t. 

“Buck, c’mon, I know you’re in here,” Steve’s eyes wandered the room, every nook and cranny not left unobserved until, finally, Steve’s ocean eyes met his own - eclipsed and wary. 

Bucky hastily signed STOP and Steve froze in place, his eyes gentle and smile soft, encouraging him to go on. NO Bucky signed again, his hands repeating the word over and over until Steve frowned. 

“Can you come out of there for me?” Steve asked gently, his small hands gesturing at Bucky’s folded frame. “That can’t be comfortable.”

NO, Bucky signed, a slight shake of his head desperately trying to drive home his meaning; I don’t want to hurt you. 

“Okay, well, I’ll come to you.” 

Bucky’s eyes went wide on impulse and he shuffled his feet, pushing his back further against the wall and away - away, away, away. 

Not one to be dissuaded or discouraged, Steve pushed on slowly. His small hand reached out towards Bucky and Bucky stared at it like it was the muzzle of a gun. Steve’s hand was free from the grit, dirt, and blood that stained Bucky’s own. 

For a brief, brief moment, Bucky wondered what it would be like to have Steve’s hands on him, his arms, his shoulders; anywhere that Steve would willingly touch. The thought made Bucky make a small sound of longing, a quiet whimper, and Steve only smiled warmly. 

“Am I allowed to touch you, Buck?” Steve’s voice was soft as he closed in even closer.

Before he could stop himself, and guard Steve from the soldier in his mind, Bucky moved forward slightly until the pads of Steve’s fingertips brushed against his own. The softness was startling, but Bucky didn’t pull away. He stared at where their fingertips met with intrigue, a childish wonder of hope and safety, all in Steve’s hands. 

“That’s it,” Steve smiled and Bucky’s eyes shifted to look at his face. “You’re doin’ good, Buck, I’m proud of you.”

It was the first contact they’d had in weeks after the sudden onslaught of new nightmares - but Steve never minded, he only cared that Bucky was okay, and God, Bucky wanted touch. He craved it almost as much as he craved safety; only to discover they were one and the same. 

Bucky pulled his hand away slowly and signed BACK, which Steve obliged. His fluffy slippered toes slid back until he was out of Bucky’s space, and Bucky could move out of his nook. 

“What is it, Buck?” Steve asked softly and Bucky looked down at Steve, his head just reaching Bucky’s shoulders. “What d’you want?”

TOUCH, Bucky signed slowly, his hesitation translating as a stutter. 

“Touch?” 

Bucky nodded stiffly, watching Steve’s expression shift from one of apprehension to adoration. 

Slowly, Steve reached up, and Bucky watched one of his hands inch closer to his face, coming to rest on his stubbled cheek. The urge to flinch and duck away caused his breathing to become shallow, small gasps for air against the suffocating urge to protect himself. 

Steve wasn’t the enemy. Bucky’s own mind was. 

“You okay?” Steve asked and Bucky blinked slowly, allowing his head to push into Steve’s palm. On buried instinct, Bucky’s hand reached up and covered the back of Steve’s. A small noise of contentment left him at the feel of soft and clean skin against his own. “I know, I know.”

The two of them stood at the foot of Bucky’s dishevelled bed a moment longer - Steve moving his hands over Bucky’s face, neck, and shoulders, while Bucky let it happen. He allowed it to happen.

No more was the fear of hurting Steve, no more was the fear of hurting himself, only the warmth and safety of knowing that touch would help him. 

Graphics & Header made by yours truly.

Masterlist | Library | AO3 | Wattpad

#whumptober2022 #no.25 #lost voice #altprompt #touch starved #marvel #fic #hurt/comfort #fluff #nightmare #PTSD #bucky barnes x steve rogers #bucky x steve #stucky #shrinkyclinks #stevebucky #bucky barnes fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction #rookthorne's works #Love Your Enemy

[amarriageoftrueminds]

a little bit more food for your sadistic brain: bucky being so touch starved during hydra times that even violent touch was a relief

(I think a lot about that hc that hydra used solitary confiement as a form of torture in those first months/years)

(in ref to)

I read a Dead Dove once (which I don't have the link to cuz that sorta thing has become triggery for me) where Bucky described a whole long terrible experience to Steve, but said that he enjoyed it cuz at least he was getting some skin! 😩🤮

(On the fluffier side you can totally imagine how having Steve brush and braid his hair would be like crack for him, and imagine if Alpine was one of those cats who make biscuits w/ their paws (y'know, doing that kneading thing?) Bucky could be woken up every morning, drooling onto his pillow, by his own lil masseuse?? 🥺)

#hey nonny #toAyourQ #dat's me #bucky barnes #bucky meta #meta #mcu #mcu meta #touch-starved bucky #( and every time Steve tries to wake Bucky himself by like brushing his hair gently she hisses indignantly & bites him / bats him away 🤣 )