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bitterbloodrose · 12 hours ago
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old avengers fics were all thor loves pop tarts, tony Literally Never Sleeps, bucky used to be a fisherman or worked at the docks and now lives with steve, coulson loves SuperNanny and idolized Jo, the only degree bruce uses is his M.D, the kitchen is never used for cooking purposes, and clint travels exclusively through the vents
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jobean12-blog · 23 hours ago
Hi, could you do something like Bucky and reader have some kind of bet going on, and who loses have to say yes for everything the other asks for the entire day.
A Blessing in Disguise
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Word Count: 639
Summary: You lose a bet with Bucky and your answer to whatever he asks has to be yes for an entire day but maybe it's not going to be as torturous as you first thought...
Author's Note: This is so fun. I love the playfulness. Thank you for the request sweets! Hope you like it! Have a lovely day! HUGS! 🥰I also combined it with the HBC's @the-ss-horniest-book-club 24 hour surprise drabble challenge today and Idioms. I used a few in here because FUN! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf
Warnings: fluffy fun, teasing, flirting, implied smut (18 + only please!!!)
Gif not mine: Thank you so much to @mcavoys for this :)
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“Baby doll, I won. Fair and square.” Bucky boasts. “So, when do you want to start?”
You stare him down, narrowing your eyes and doing a little wiggle dance of frustration.
“It’s not fair! You’re a distraction,” you shout, pointing your finger at his chest. “I want a rematch.”
“You’re beating a dead horse here doll face. It’s over. I. Won.”
Bucky crosses his arms over his chest and matches your stare.
“Fine,” you huff, pinching him on your way out. “And don’t use your old man sayings on me! You know I don’t like that one! Poor horses!”
“Ow!” he yelps, chasing you down the hall.
With one swift motion he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, carrying you to the bed and plopping you down on the mattress with a bounce.
“Someone is asking for it,” he simpers as he covers your body with his. “Did you call me an old man?”
“Maybe I did!” you sass, squirming uselessly under him. “SO!”
“I think you need to just bite the bullet and get started on my win right now,” he chides.
You don’t say anything and try to cross your arms over your chest but Bucky has you pinned down. His warm hand creeps under the hem of your shirt and you start to crack a smile. He slowly dances his fingers higher under they settle at your waist and he lightly brushes them against your skin.
With a giggle you start to whine. “Bucky please! NO! Don’t! I promise…”
You start laughing the moment he puts some pressure on your sides, his fingers digging in and making you scream.
“I promise I’ll be good,” you manage to rasp out between laughs.
He stops tickling you and slides his hands higher, brushing over the swell of your breasts and teasing you through the fabric of your bra.
“Promise?” he asks, eyeing you skeptically as his metal hand slides up your other side.
“Yes,” you say quietly, arching into his touch.
“Ok then, we can start tomorrow when we wake up. I need time to think anyway!” he hums. “A whole 24 hours of you saying yes to whatever I want…BEST. DAY. EVER!”
You sigh dramatically and push him off you, rolling from the bed and stomping into the kitchen. He’s hot on your heels, leaning against the wall as you gather things for dinner. He watches you bang around for a few moments before sliding up behind you and wrapping you in his arms.
“You’re really that upset you lost huh?” he whispers into your neck.
You deflate against him. “You know I hate losing!”
“I do know. You hate it almost as much as I do. But, sorry you’re not getting off the hook. A bet’s a bet,” he chimes, giving you a quick kiss and ducking out of the way just in time to miss the wooden spoon you swing at his head.
When you wake the next morning, Bucky appears to be asleep so you slowly start to move, hoping it won’t disturb him. He shifts, pulling you closer to his chest.
“Good morning baby doll. Ready to start the BEST DAY EVER!” he says sweetly, brushing his lips along your earlobe.
There is no way to stop the small whimper that slips past your parted lips and you can feel Bucky’s mouth turn up into a smirk.
“Yes,” you breathe out, running your fingers down his arm.
“That’s my good girl,” he purrs, flipping onto his back. “Now come up here and sit on my face.”
You sit up and give him a coy look but he just crooks his finger at you, waiting expectantly for the right words to come out of your mouth.
With a sly grin, you straddle him, crawling up his body and whispering, “yes Bucky.”
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buckyhoney · 21 hours ago
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𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐛.𝐛
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𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: uhm, it's horny hours. can you tell? lmao
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: beefy!bucky x reader
𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤/𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 & 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝! 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭/𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬!
𝟏𝟖+ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, language, edging, degrading kink, daddy kink, ddlg themes, use of toys (vibrator), orgasm denial, pussy spanking, kinda heavy on the dirty talk? - this is not edited, sorry for any typos!
it'd be a punishment. the punishment for playing with yourself while he was out. you knew the rules, but you woke up so needy. bucky had left for work and wasn't there to help you.
when bucky came home for lunch, he had caught you red-handed. legs spread open, vibrator placed directly on your clit, your free hand pinching and rolling your nipples, and bucky standing in the doorway. "looks like someone couldn't help themselves." the sound of the stern voice pulled you out of the pleasure. sitting up, covering yourself.
"go on, princess," bucky chuckled, leaving the room. instantly putting away your toys, you walk out to the kitchen. he sits finishing his food and getting ready to head back out "when i get home i want your ass on that bed, ready for me," you gulped and nodded- not daring to fight. when you broke the rules, he didn't let you off lightly. the rest of the day, you're on edge, thinking of all the possible ways he'd punish you.
that night when he came home, you were on the bed waiting for him like he said. bucky didn't say anything, but went to the nightstand and grabbed the vibrator you had been using earlier. "i should be spanking that pretty ass for disobeying me." he yanks your hips down the bed, till they were resting on the edge of the bed.
harsh swat to your clit caused a yelp to leave your lips and dampen your cunt with arousal. "i'm sorry daddy, i just needed you so bad" he nods along with you, mocking your pouts, "just needed to cum?" bucky swats your clit one last time, while your dripping hole clenched around nothing.
"oh honey, you're not gonna be cumming the rest of the night." bucky smiles, placing the vibrator against your swollen clit. jerking your hips, you whine "daddy!".
"stop." bucky holds your hips down. your back arches and the moans get caught in your throat as bucky turns the setting up a notch. "dumb little baby couldn't keep her hands away from her cunt," another notch. this time, your moans crack and you're gasping for a full breath.
"you're gonna cum huh? you can feel it don't you?" you nod pathetically begging for him to change his mind, but he doesn't budge. "should have waited for me," he pulls the vibrator away as soon as you were to hit your high. "daddy, i'm sorry, please let me cum!" bucky laughs, flipping you over. "should have obeyed the rules,"
your ass in the air and your face in the mattress. his fingers spread open your folds and presses his tongue flat against your folds- licking up all your juices, he begins to flick his tongue on your clit. gripping the comforter, trapped moans slip past your teeth as he continues to devour your cunt.
bucky brings you just to the edge before ripping you away. "you're in for a long night, princess"
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prettyboy-percy · 19 hours ago
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steve: *does something stupid*
bucky: what an absolute fucking idiot
bucky: i can't believe i'd die for him
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charnelhouse · 23 hours ago
Okay but like… WHAT HAPPENED IN DUBLIN 🥵
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A/N: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader. Smut. Minor blood kink. This is barely canon.
He hadn’t really messed around in ages. He hadn’t kissed or fucked or did much of anything but shoot a bunch of guns and stab people, which seemed to satisfy his baser instincts.
You need to get laid, man,” Sam had said like it was somehow so easy - like he could just turn on the charm and slip his body back into his old shape.
The James Buchanan Barnes who had seduced a number of girls and gotten under their skirts and made them tremble all pretty.
Sure. In his fucking dreams.
He wanted Sam off his back so he takes a mission in Dublin. It seems like a good idea. Clean and quick and you were going. He liked you because you were dry and slightly mean, but also beautiful in an untouchable way. Gauze-like. Distant.
Alright - Bucky liked to watch you fight, too.
He doesn’t think you’re dating anyone. He knows that you have old flames and tangled connections since you’d mentioned them briefly. Your tongue had been loose when you’d shared a bottle of whiskey with him in a tiny motel room off the Rue Denoyez during their last mission in Paris. He had enjoyed that. Your bare arm against his shoulder - the warmth of you - the way your eyes went all half-lidded as you smiled at him.
It’s complicated.
How complicated?
Like very very complicated.
So he goes to Dublin and thinks maybe...maybe...maybe...
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The air burns nitroglycerin and graphite and he’s got himself wrapped around you - his arms secure at your waist as you both go tumbling to the ground and he blocks the shatter of gunfire. You’re underneath him - panting and overwhelmed and there’s a thin trickle of blood from your hairline. He bites his lip - thumbing at the red - smearing it away before he unconsciously puts it to his mouth.
The taste of pennies and dirt.
Your eyes widen and it’s all very tense and very electric and he can’t stop staring at you. You drag your leg from between his knees - your boot scraping up his calf.
“James,” you murmur - faint as a whimper - the flutter of your lashes - the sweat on your lip. He drops his head and thinks fuck it and crushes his mouth to yours.
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It’s not like you can forget how to fuck and it hadn’t been a century - but it had been a while.
“Oh Jesus,” you cry out as your hips buck beneath the jut of his chin. Your head falls back against those thin pillows - your knees digging into his ears and he’s harder than he’s ever been in his life - at least from what he can remember. You’re writhing on the bed - the curve of your torso and the bounce of your tits and there’s still blood on your face - still bruises littering your body and when he presses his metal fingers inside your cunt, you sob.
“I’ve got you,” he soothes as he moves them deftly - petting at your walls - pushing them down before he twists his hand so he can thumb at your clit. “C’mon - baby - give me a good one.”
It’s all kind of nasty and wrong and there’s so much heat between them. There’s unsaid shit and explosive chemistry and the very delicious tangy aphrodisiac of almost dying that is funneling through their veins. He feels you clamp down around him as he plunges his fingers as deep as he can - the obscene onslaught of squelching noises filtering through the little safe house.
You cum and he’s smiling like an idiot - smug and proud of himself and almost wants to call Sam just to tell him. But you sit up and shove him backward and both of you crash into the floor.
“My turn,” you purr as you snake down his body - tugging his pants to his ankles before swallowing his cock.
“Fuck,” he hisses as his hips jerk against you. His fingers crawl into your hair and gently yank it upward. He could literally tear your head from your neck if he tried, but he won’t - of course, he won’t - but it’s still kind of threaded in danger. You’re staring up at him with so much want and longing as your lips part around his length - as you take him all the way to the hilt and suction your mouth and tug on his balls until he’s gasping and rolling his pelvis into your chin. Pleasure begins to swirl in his gut and builds and builds until he growls stop -
You release him - a string of spit between his red cock and your lower lip and that nearly makes him blow his load.
“I want to fuck you,” he snarls as he forces you backward - pinning you to the floor. He wedges himself between your legs - splitting them apart so he can stare down at your perfect cunt. He licks his fingers before sliding them through your folds and you’re already so wet that it doesn’t matter, but he likes to do it. He likes to see how your brow lifts and your mouth drops open at the cool sensation of vibranium on flesh.
He settles himself over you - bearing his weight and just as he dips his tongue past your teeth for the messiest kiss he can offer - he sinks home. They both groan into each other’s mouths because it feels overwhelming - it feels sensational and tight and slippery and he slams his hand across the old wood as he begins to fuck you in earnest.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “I knew it would be like this.”
He shoves his cock as far as he can - hitching your thighs over his hips as he takes you in frantic, rough strokes. The snap of wet skin and you’re high-pitched cries as each punch of his dick sends you up the floor.
“James,” you whisper - all strung out and fucked out and gorgeous. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold him against you - he noses at your hair - your smooth throat before he drags it across your cheek and claims your lips again.
You sweep your thumb over the hinge of his jaw - the scratch of his beard. You cradle his face as you keep him close - as your eyes burn into his and it’s so fucking romantic and erotic that Bucky thinks shit - is this something else?
He plants his knees and really lets you have it - dragging his cock out to the head before driving back inside you as the wood creaks beneath them. It’s dirty sex - it’s furious - angry - touch you everywhere sex. He can’t get enough and he doesn’t think it’s all that bad to want it.
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stevebuckydogtags · 15 hours ago
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"Stevebucky was always canon." I say into the mic.
The crowd boos. I begin to walk off in shame, when two voices speaks and commands silence from the room.
"She's right" Two familiar voices says in unison. I look for the owners of the voices. There in the 3rd row stands: Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan
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wenellyb · 8 hours ago
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Sam & Bucky Movie Posters
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agentholland · 4 hours ago
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Bucky Barnes in The Falcon and The Winter Solider ep. 2 The Star Spangled Man : a summary
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dailyreverie · 22 hours ago
hello ~ I hope you’re having a good week so far!
From the psychical affection prompt; plz may I have number 7 with the v squishable Bucky Barnes please?
Thank you 🫂❤️✨
7. Squishing their cheeks
Bucky Barnes x Reader
A/N: I have always thought that Bucky has a very squeezable face, especially in FATWS idk why, so don't mind me projecting all my feelings into this blurb. Also, let's all remember this moment...
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Voices in the kitchen announce Sam and Bucky in the room. There's a light banter going on between them when you come in, smirking as you hear their natural dynamic carrying through the air. You don't even interrupt them as you make your way to the fridge to grab a cold water, catching glimpses of their conversation as you do.
"...That's the problem with you man, its not even the arm, it's the face." Sam says, pointing at Bucky's face.
"Yeah well, it's not like I can change my face, so..." The phrase hangs in the air as Bucky takes a sip of his beer.
You stand in front of him leaning against the counter, trying to catch up to their conversation about your boyfriend's face. "I don't see a problem with his face."
"He scared a child today," Sam scoffs and Bucky rolls his eyes. "Just by looking at him!"
"He was one of those weepy kids probably." Bucky defends. He is trying to be all nonchalant about it, but in his eyes you can see that something was off. Bucky tries, he really does; he tries so hard to break the wall of ice that surrounds him when he's in public, and you know that small situations - like scarying a kid - affect him more than he would like to admit.
Bucky Barnes was no one to be afraid of, and you would die if that's what it took for the world to see that.
He slouches with his elbows against the counter, his body facing you but his face hiding downwards as Sam recounts the moment to you. "...so this boy is in line, you know, and the mom is carrying him so he's facing us, and suddenly him and Bucky are in the middle of a starring contest-"
"The kid was starring at me, what was I supposed to do?" With a sympathetic smile you meet Bucky's eyes.
"Yeah, whatever, they are in the middle of a starring contest and out of nowhere the kid just starts to-" Sam's words are cut by the suddent movement of your hand reaching to cup Bucky's face, squeezing it once it reaches.
Bucky's eyes go wide as heat begins to creep up his neck and cheeks. You at stare into him with furrowed eyebrows, forcing him to look at you. "What are you doing, doll?" His words were muffled by his own cheeks getting in the way.
"You have a beautiful face, Bucky Barnes," You state with all seriousness, but with softness in your voice. Your thumb travels side to side and you smile at him, trying to get the idea engraved into his brain. "This could never, ever, be the face of a bad man."
Bucky smiles back, as much as he can with his cheeks all puffed out.
"Ah! There you go! You can change your face!" Sam teases slapping his back and turning around to give you two a moment.
With your hand still cupping his cheeks you pull him into you, kissing him softly. "I love you, baby." He murmurs once your lips part, dipping down to kiss you once more.
"I love you too, sweetcheeks."
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Physical affection prompts
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bucksfucks · 20 hours ago
chubby!bucky fuckin' his girl nice and deep vibes
fuck. fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck. this give me 6’5 bucky vibes. slightly chubby, has a soft belly and strong arms 🥺
but he’s a certified fucking freak. probably soft!dom and he’s holding you close to his chest like “oh bunny, you’re doin’ s’good. takin’ cock so well, ‘m fillin’ your tight lil’ cunt up, aren’t i?” and probably pressing you down onto him.
going “mhmm bunny, that’s right. ‘m makin’ you bulge out, that’s how fuckin’ deep i am.” 😩
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kyysis-nyx · 11 hours ago
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Sam and Bucky passive-aggressively saving/helping each other and snarking, "you're welcome" is one of my favorite things lol.
THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER (2021), dir. Kari Skogland 1.02. The Star-Spangled Man/1.04. The Whole World is Watching/1.05. Truth
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piecesofem · 22 hours ago
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Unsettling Relaxation
summary: you’re on vacation with mafia bucky when someone disturbs the peace
a/n: this is based off of a mmm submission I got today! I’ll be going more into the idea next monday when we do mmm again, but for the anon who sent it in, this is for you <3 love mafia bucky and love scary mafia business teeehee. this is also my first bucky fic, so your thoughts/feedback/comments are welcomed <3
pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader 
warnings: violence, dark themes such as: murder, violence, blood, gore, mafia business, etc. please don’t indulge if you’re sensitive to violent content
word count: 2.9k 
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Giddy with anticipation of the various activities you and Bucky might find yourselves doing during your luxurious vacation, you practically bounce with glee as you cling to his side during check in. Taking in the strong marble pillars bordering the inside of the crimson carpeted lobby, you ogle at the over the top decor surrounding you. Though you didn’t get too far away from Bucky’s work often, he sure knew how to plan a plentiful vacation when the time came. 
After thanking the concierge and tipping the bellboy handsomely for taking such care of your bags on their short journey up the elevator, you feel your eyes widen as Bucky chivalrously opens the door to the room for you to explore the gaudy suite he’d rented. Shrieking in utter delight at the opulent scene unfolding in front of you. A humongous lavish bed sits in all it’s glory in the side of the bedroom covered in delicately gold-trimmed crimson rose petals. Too absorbed in the glory of the affluent suite encompassing you, you fail to hear it as Bucky situates your bags on the couch before snaking his arms around your waist. 
Pressing his firm chest into your back, he smiles into the kisses he’s placing so gently along the crevice of your neck. “You like it?” he mumbles against the nape of your neck, placing a tender kiss just below your ear. Giggling at the tickling sensation of his hot breath against your soft skin, you tilt your head back to rest it on the apex of his muscular chest. “I love it, Buck. Thank you,” you whisper, moving to press a tender kiss to his lips. 
As the afternoon commenced and the two of you indulged in each other’s sweet company as the day went on, the two of you found yourselves stumbling back from yet another fancy dinner at an overpriced restaurant. Well, it was merely you doing all of the stumbling as you decided dinner would be a great time for one too many glasses of wine. With his vibranium arm wrapped around your waist for support, you snuggled into Bucky’s side as the two of you walked towards the hotel door entrance. Letting one of your fingers slide up and down the exposed skin peeking through the unbuttoned dress shirt he was wearing, you ogle your half-lidded eyes up at him before unknowingly. 
“What?” Bucky asks with a smirk, keeping a slow pace so the two of you could walk in sync. 
“You just look so handsome,” you lovingly slur, giving him a sweet smile. 
“You think so?” he laughs at your not so “subtle” advances, moving one hand to brush some hair out of your face. “Mhm” you innocently mumble, mewling into his touch. Letting out a breathy chuckle at your drunken state, Bucky tilts his head down to kiss the top of your perfectly done hair as the two of you reach the entrance of the hotel. 
Walking inside, a slight feeling of danger crept through the pit of Bucky’s super-soldier instincts as he nonchalantly scanned the entirety of the lobby for anything that could be remotely considered a threat. Though you were content in your own little world, subtly pointing out beautiful pieces of decor in which you hadn’t seen before or amenities you wanted to indulge in later this evening, Bucky couldn’t do anything more than respond with small mhm’s or “very pretty, baby’s” as he allowed himself to go on the alert. After finding nothing more than a dutiful concierge and overworked bellboys being the only staff still around during hours of the night, Bucky let himself relax ever so slightly before guiding your back to the suite. 
As the two of you enter the suite, you immediately detach yourself from Bucky to wander off through the room in search of the small things you needed for your newly founded night-time idea. While you went off to rummage through your things for whatever it is that you were looking for, Bucky subtly searches the entirety of the suite before locking each and every bolt on the door. This didn’t phase you as you were used to his cautionary ways, however, you couldn’t help but notice the slight shift in his energy. 
“What’s the matter?” you pout, holding a bottle of complimentary champagne and your silk bath robes in which you’d brought from home. Turning to face your voice, Bucky’s slightly stressed out features immediately softened as he looked at the items in your hands. Smirking slightly, he meets you at your place just feet in front of him while gently easing the bottle of champagne out of your hands. “And just what are you planning on doing with this?” he asks, eyebrows raised in amusement. 
Though you noticed the lack of answer for your question, your drunken self let it fall to the back of your mind as you caught sight of Bucky’s strong arms in eyesight. Letting a finger run down the span of his chest just as you’d done before, you giggle before learning up to place a sweet yet sloppy kiss to his lips. “Come take a bath with me,” you mumble before leaning almost our entire body weight into his firm frame. Just before he can lean down to kiss you again, you giggle before grabbing the bottle out of his hand and scurrying your way through the double doors to the grand bathroom. 
Letting out a cocky breath with a slick smile creeping up on the sides of his mouth, Bucky eagerly follows you only to be met with you popping the champagne bottle over the empty bathtub, emitting a delightful childlike squeal from your smaller form. Grabbing two glasses from the marble counter, he walks over to you before taking the bottle so he can pour each of you an even glass. Though the alcohol never could do anything to his system, it sure was fun to indulge with his baby. Leaning up with a wobble to press another kiss to his lips, you kick off your heels which ultimately jerks you down at least five inches against his chest. Seeing your precious form just in front of him, Bucky lets out a content hum as he reattached his lips to yours. That said the lover’s bliss was soon interrupted as his attentive hearing caught the sound of beeping towards your door, signaling that someone had just attempted to open it with a keycard. 
Watching his face fall stone cold in a matter of seconds, yours quickly follows suit to a fearful pout as you let out a small whimper. Grabbing hold of the gun tucked into the back of his waistband, he holds up his finger to bring them against his plumped lips, signaling your silence. Nodding your head in compliance, Bucky slowly points to his gun and then nods down, silently asking if you were currently armed with the gun and holster he’d given you a couple months ago after teaching you how to shoot. You bite your lip in an attempt to stop it from quivering as you gently lift up the soft fabric of your dress to reveal the holster armed and strapped to your thigh. Nodding his head once, Bucky moves silently out of the bathroom all to quickly and sternly point a finger at you as you try to follow, forcing your legs to nearly buckle in obedience and fear as you stay where you are. 
Checking over his shoulder as he continues moving, ensuring that you are in fact following his orders, he moves silently towards the small slender hallway where the suite door is located. Turning the short corner, Bucky keeps his gun held high in front of him as his heart drops to the pit of his stomach at the sight in front of him. Seeing as how the person on the other side of the door couldn’t get through with just their keycard attempt, Bucky watched fuming with anger as the slender wire of a coat hanger slid through the cracks of the hotel door to unlock the chain and bolts on his side of the door in the suite. Thoughts of fury coarse through his mind as he thought of the long list of people who dared interrupt his vacation with his girl. Overcome with the need to protect you and the pure rage for his potential enemy behind the door, Bucky’s jaw clenches with darkened eyes as he prepares himself for whatever ameautur that’s about to walk through that door. With his gun ready and loaded, Bucky fires three rounds simultaneously as the door is sprung open in front of his very eyes, emitting your small yelps from your position. 
Only focusing on the task at hand, Bucky stalks towards the bloodied body of one the bellboys now writhing in pain on the ground in front of him. Aggressively pulling the boy up by his collar, Bucky immediately grabs the phone from the bloodied jacket pocket, “Who sent you?” he spits at the boy below him. Upon hearing the commotion Steve and Sam, who you had no idea were even here, come rushing to the doorway of the suite from their own rooms to see the sight in front of them. Though the boy was in no shape to do anything other than cooperate, he grits his teeth in writhing pain below Bucky before spitting up in the super-soldier’s face. After slamming the boy back down to the ground, Bucky immediately moves to point his gun towards the sweat-glistened forehead of the bellboy before pulling the trigger with no hesitation just before he reads the text on the locked screen. 
“Have you gotten her yet?”
Clenching his teeth in anger, he’s too lost in utter rage to see your trembling form just mere feet behind him. With hands stuck at your sides and trembling legs to go along with it, you stand there covered in the warm crimson liquid of the boy who lays dead in front of the two of you. With the radio silence in the room, you can’t do anything besides stare at the lifeless body on the floor while shaking in fear of the warm tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.
Glancing up at Steve and Sam, Bucky’s face contorts into slight confusion as they’re eyes are fixed on your trembling body just diagonally behind Bucky’s. Following their line of sight, Bucky’s cold face falls into one of sympathy and slight irritation as he spots you staring back at him with widened doe eyes. 
“Handle this.” Bucky whispers to the men in front of him, earning dutiful nods as Steve and Sam haul the body out of the room before closing the door and no doubtedly going to handle everything else. 
“Doll,” he starts slowly, earning a tiny whimper from your form just a couple feet away as your face stays still in panic.
Keeping his eyes fixed on yours, Bucky uses one hand to slowly put down his gun on the table where you can clearly see it before moving towards you at a snail’s pace in an attempt to not frighten you any further. Feeling every bone in your body shake with terror at the scene that had just unfolded in front of you, you feel the warmth of salty tears begin to run down your face as your brain desperately tries to repress the goriness of what you’d just seen. 
Though Bucky wants nothing more than to wrap you in his arms right now, he knows that you’ve only seen a sight such as this once before and that you didn’t need any more instructions right now. Moving to where he’s just steps in front of you, you slightly tilt your head to stare up at his sympathetic ocean eyes. As his eyes take year long seconds to search yours, you’re immediately overcome with intense emotions of regret for not listening to what he’d previously told you and fear for what could have happened had you been alone. Feeling yourself lean into the tears that pour out of your eyes, you hurriedly move to throw yourself into Bucky’s strong frame. Sighing in slight relief, Bucky wraps his arms around you to encompass your shaking body against his own. 
“I’m sorry,” you cry into his chest as you desperately try to rack through all of the thoughts bouncing around your head. “I should have listened to you. I’m sorry,” you continue, heaving as your anxiety begins to overcome your senses. Shushing your apologies and quietly cradling the back of your head into his chest, Bucky pulls you into him as tight as he possibly can for deep rooted fear that you’ll disappear at a moment’s notice. 
“You’re okay. Sh sh, you’re okay,” Bucky repeats as he tries to soothe your sobs. Though this was a frequent and quite easy thing for Bucky to deal with on his own, he always ensured that you were never around any of the violence that came along with business. He desperately sought to keep you away from the dangers of his world, and though he stood perfectly fine, he couldn’t help but feel the guilt wash over him as he held onto your fear stricken body. 
“W-was he gonna hurt you?” you wail out as your smaller hands cling to the back of the fabric of Bucky’s dress shirt. “Are there more of t-them?” you rapidly question as you begin to second guess the security of your surroundings. 
“Hey, hey.” he begins as he takes your glistening cheeks into the palms of each of his hands, “Nobody’s gonna hurt us, okay?” he reassures as he stares down into your teary eyes, nodding as if he’s trying to get the message through to you. “Sam and Steve have it under control. We’re okay, baby,” he adds, allowing you to nod your head once your heaves have slowed down to an almost normal pace. Nodding his head in alignment with yours, he uses one of his thumbs to try and gently wipe off the blood spatters lingering on your face. Seeing as how it only spreads them even more, Bucky kisses the top of your head before ushering your small form tucked against him towards the bathroom to properly clean you off. 
Sitting you down on the edge of the massive tub, Bucky moves to turn on the water before adjusting the handles to get the correct temperature. As you’re sitting there, sobs turned to sniffles, he allows himself to stare back into your eyes which haven’t left his once before grabbing a large towel. Remembering the large blood stain on the floor, seeing as how he doesn’t want you to have to look at the aftermath of the horror you’d just witnessed, he turns his back to walk back out of the bathroom only to hear a panicked whine from you. 
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m ju-” he begins to try and explain himself, but sighs and instantly cuts himself off as he sees your frightened frame coming to follow him. As he stares into your eyes, desperately trying to read all the emotions behind them, he just nods his head as he silently understands that you need him in that moment more than the cosmetics of the hotel room. “Okay,” he agrees to your silent pleas, before moving to strip himself and you of the blood soaked clothing. 
Helping you into the warm water first, Bucky slides himself behind you as the two of you sink into one another. Though this wasn’t the bath you’d initially hoped for, you sat there too frazzled in your own thoughts to do anything other than embrace the unnervingly peaceful moment between you two. After a couple moments of silence, Bucky picks up one of the plush washcloths before dampening it with the now barely pink-tinted water around the two of you. Using one hand to grasp your neck, he gently tilts your head back to where it’s laying on his chest. As the two of you gaze into each other’s eyes, Bucky’s attention turns towards the wash cloth that he’s brought up to your face. 
Tenderly stroking the newly stained material against your dampened face, Bucky idly washes off all of the thick crimson splotches from your face. Sighing as his thoughts of guilt plague his mind, he lets his hand glide over your body as he eventually washes you clean. Taking the tainted cloth from his hand, you soak it back in the water to immediately start caressing him in the same way. Seeing as how he’d just done everything to protect you from harm’s way, you felt you could at least take care of him in the way he’d just done to you. After gently purifying his toned body of any blood stains, he grabs your wrist before placing gentle kisses to your bare still subconsciously trembling hands.
“I’m sorry, doll,” he sympathetically admits as you ring the washcloth out to drape it over the side of the tub. “I didn’t mean for work to ruin your vacation,” he apologizes as his fingers dance along the grooves of your hips below the water. Shaking your head quietly, you tilt your head up to place a sweet and tender kiss to his stubbled jawline before laying your head down on his chest. “It’s okay,” you barely whisper out as your fingers trace the faint scratches on his vibranium arm. “You’ll just have to take me one another one,” you jokingly huff out as you relax your body into your lover’s embrace. 
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summary: “are you sure bucky?” you questioned as you sat perched on his thigh. “yes toots it’s okay just get yourself off on my thigh” he grinned as he stretched back against the couch. “nothing more princess just to fix that problem of yours” you slowly nodded.
warnings: smut, fuckboy!bucky x fem!reader, i some how made him soft roommate!bucky, thigh riding, reader drinks (but not much and does give consent!), fwb relationship, the ending has some angst.
If someone asked you, you would have no idea what to say as to how you were currently having a conversation about kinks with your roommate bucky. You think it began when he wanted to have a conversation, about the lastest girl he hooked up with or something. Her having some weird kink, you don’t remember.
“You know I’m gonna need a drink, if we are gonna continue this conversation” you groaned softly while getting off the plush brown couch. “Get me one too we’ll be here a while, with the amount of stories I have about moments like this” bucky's face held a small shit eating grin. You quickly fake gag at your roommate, before grabbing two small glasses to pour whiskey in.
You were quick to down your cup. It burned on the way to your stomach causing you to cough softly. “Slow down there why don’t you toots” he chuckled. You roll your eyes before filling your glass again.
You plop down on the couch and snuggle into yourself after handing Bucky his drink. You shiver slightly, you only wore a small shorts and shirt pajama set. It distracted Buck a bit as it left little to his imagination. He had continued to blab on about different stories, of different girls he’s been with. You take note about how he seems to sleep with a lot of girls with weird kinks. His voice became background noise as the small bit of whiskey starts to hit you. You were kind of a light weight admittedly. You let the tipsy feeling consume your body but slow your drinking.
“Why does it seem like you are attracted to girls who like things you don’t like?” you blurt out, cutting Bucky off from his third story.
“That’s a mystery to me as well” Bucky let out a small chuckle and continued.
“Come on, what? Have you not attracted guys with weird kinks? Or have a kink a guy found odd?” His brows furrowed as he took a sip.
“I don’t sleep with as many people as you have there, buddy”
“But no, the few guys I have been with were painfully vanilla and for that I’ve never even mentioned this one kink I have” you shrug softly as finished.
This happened to peak your roommates attention, he needed to know what it was. “And what would the one kink you have be?” He pushed on slightly hoping you’d answer.
You chuckled and scoffed lightly, you found it rather funny that he was so interested. “Why would I tell you?, you'd probably find it odd like all the kinks those girls had” you take a quick sip of the burning whiskey, it was hitting your system faster it seemed the more you drank. “Come on toots just tell me, you’re so innocent I doubt it’s bad” his flesh hand rested on your bare knee. You steal a small glance at it in confusion.
What the hell, why not.
“I’ve wanted to ride a guys thigh, I always chicken out when asking any guy I’m sleeping with” the whiskey in your system was aiding you in the confession. “In fear of him pretty much how you reacted to all those girls” you scoff and watch his face waiting on a react.
His face never changed. He seemed to have no reaction, you didn’t know if that was good or not.
“Well wait if you’ve never actually done that then how do you know you like it” Buck questioned as his hand started sliding further up. He also began moving closer to you. You could stop him, you knew that but you liked his soft hands touching you. “Okay so I guess a more accurate statement is, it’s a kink I really want to try” you correct yourself with a tiny smile.
“Why not test it on me toots” Bucky offered, causing you to burst out in a tiny fit of laughter. “You can’t be serious, Bucky.” you manage to squeak out in between laughs. This caused him to roll his eyes at your childish reaction. “I’m being serious, I don’t find it weird and it’s a test to see if you’d really like it or not” he began explaining once you calmed down.
You could hear in his voice he was being sincere and genuine. The minute the realization hits you, heat spreads through your entire body. Wetness began pooling at your core at the idea of it running through your head. You hated to admit to yourself but you did find Bucky attractive. You knew you shouldn’t be as attracted to a man like him as you were.
You look up to him with your eyes glazed over, while squeezing your thighs together. Now you desperately craved that friction against your clit. A cock smirk forms on his face as he takes in the affect the offer had on you. “Wanna ride my thigh baby” he offers again softly, as his metal hand holds your chin pulling your body closer to him. You nod slowly but that wasn’t enough.
“I need words toots, I want your verbal contest please baby” he may be a dickhead, but he knew you were tipsy. He just wanted to make sure this was what you wanted. “Please buck, I want to ride your thigh” you whine softly as the throbbing in your core was beginning to annoy you.
Once he gets what he wanted he pulls you into his lap, resting his hands on your hips. “We’re gonna start slow princess” he grins as you whine and squirm against him. He knew he was winding you up and teasing you. It filled him with satisfaction.
“May I kiss you baby?” He questioned and you mumbled out a little yes before pressing your chest against his. He pulls your hips against his once again as he smashed his lips into yours.
His breath tastes like whiskey and you didn’t mind. You whine and wrap your arms around his neck attempting to deepen the kiss. You could feel Bucky already growing hard beneath you. Your body fills with pride at how fast you were turning him on.
Bucky shifts your body over to his thigh and that’s when worry starts to hit you. This was actually happening, yes you wanted this very badly. Expect you didn’t take into account how it would affect your relationship with him. He was your roommate and even your friend.
You whine and pull away from the kiss to begin voicing your concerns.
“Are you sure Bucky?” you questioned as you sat perched on his thigh. “Yes toots it’s okay, just get yourself off on my thigh” He grinned as he stretched back against the couch.
“nothing more princess just to fix that problem of yours” you slowly nodded. “You may wanna take off these flimsy little shorts baby” he instructed as he snapped the waistband of said shorts, against your hip bone. “Then if you feel comfortable, your panties as well it will make it feel much better princess” he finished as you whined softly. You just wanted to get to pleasuring yourself on your roommate's thick thigh.
Nothing more.
You began repeating that in your head to reassure yourself as you slipped off your sleep shorts. You discard them somewhere onto the floor near you. You left on your soaked pair of panties, they were already ruined as it was. You look back at Bucky with a small embarrassed smile. “I don’t exactly know how to start Buck” you whine.
He nods and grinned softly as he grips your hips once again. “I’ll guide your hips to start toots” you nodded even though he couldn’t see you. His gaze was fixated on your hips engulfed in his big hands.
He begins to rock your hips against his thigh slowly. You gasp softly and watch as he makes your hips rock against his thigh. He clenches his thigh and begins rocking your hips slightly faster. You moaned as the small amount of attention your clit was being given filled you with relief.
“Good girl” bucky growls, as a wet spot of your slick begins forming on his Jean clad thigh. The air in the room was starting to feel hotter and thicker than before. “Just keep rutting your cunt against my thigh like this baby” he aids you as he slips his hands off. You nod and moan louder as you pick up pace a bit more.
Bucky tears his eyes away from you for a split second to peel off this shirt. He throws it over by the laundry room door. He could care less as to where your clothes land in the apartment. He just knew there needed to be less clothes involved. He glued his eyes back to you desperately trying to get off on his thigh.
He began clenching his thigh once again aiding you to your release. “You gonna cum for me toots?” He teased. “Wanna cum from my thigh princess?”
You couldn’t seem to form words, the pleasure consumed your body. You whine quite loudly as you nod and rut your hips faster. Your hands around bucky's body below you and grab for his metal hand.
“Whatcha doing there baby?”
Without answering Buck you grip his wrist and drag his hand up to your throat. You hoped he would understand what you wanted. “Fuck, such a good girl” he growls and squeezed your throat in his vibraum hand. You whine and grip his wrist harder as your other hand claws at his chest.
He knew your nails would leave scratch marks, he could care less he only cared about making you cum.
You suddenly stopped rutting your pussy against his hip as your high washed over you. You moan and whimper as his hand choking you made your orgasm more intense.
Once you come down from your high, bucky let’s go of your neck. You collapse into his large chest and whine. He chuckled softly and began to play with your hair. “So I think it’s safe to say you liked riding my thigh toots”
“Yeah no shit dumbass” you groan with sarcasm thick in your voice. You wanted to smack him but felt too sleepy to take your hands off his sides.
Nothing more.
You repeated it in your head once more. It didn’t seem to matter though as you slowly fell asleep against the super soldier's chest.
You knew though, it meant nothing more than what it was to Bucky. This was just an experiment.
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