Bucky Barnes being a thirsty snack™
The Falcon and The Winter Soldier (2021)
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oh i most DEFINETLY need c!bucky x reader making a sex tape
I need that too😩 thank you for this request, bestie✨
word count: 3.2k
warnings: smut, dirty talk, sex on film, finger sucking, slight spitting, squirting, fingering, slight masturbation f and m
tags: @bucky-soldat @thewritingdoll @meetmeatyourworst @sparksforkoo @fuckandfluff @buckydaddy @harrysthiccthighss @bemine-bucky @greeneyedblondie44 @stucky-my-ship
a/n: This contains slight feels because I couldn’t resist a sweet tone before the raunchiness and after.🙈
Meeting Bucky in college is one of the highlights of your life. The moment you laid your eyes on him, you knew you were gone, lost in the sea of blue that sparkles with mischief. His smile, his laugh, his utter presence is enough to make you feel overwhelmingly infatuated. And he’s just as hooked on you as you are him.
You give him a high that every drug he’s tried couldn’t compare to. You’re so kind, sweet, innocent. But, Bucky knows you better than anyone and he found out real quick that the doe eyed look, the sugar coated tone, the cute pinks and pastels that adorned your sinfully curved body weren’t the extent of you.
You’re a vixen. Craving sex just as much as him. It started one night in your dorm, lazily watching a movie with wandering hands and soft touches. You two didn’t fuck, no, he made love to you. Cherishing the way your warm walls sucked him in, the way he felt your soft breath on his neck each time he filled you to the brim, brushing that sensitive spot inside you each time. Bucky poured every ounce of passion he has for you into those thrusts that night.
Each day you spend together, the closer you both become. Bucky’s your friend, your lover, your heart and you came to trust each other with anything and everything. The sex became more frequent and adventurous. He’s tied you up, slapped you, fucked you as if you were nothing but a doll for him to empty himself in. No matter if he’s rough and degrading, if he’s sweet and soft, you want every form of the pleasure only he can give you.
When he comes to you with an old school camcorder in hand asking if you would make a tape with him...how can you resist? The thought of being exposed to a lens for Bucky’s viewing pleasure has your core thrumming with anticipation. “Of course I will, Buck.”
You’re standing in the middle of the courtyard when he voices his idea to you. Students drift along around you, making their way to their next class not paying you two a bit of mind. He takes his lip between his teeth, trying to bite back a grin that’s trying to form. “Oh, baby. This will be so hot.” He groans, pulling you in by your waist.
Bucky brings his mouth to your ear. His warm breath breaks across your skin as he whispers, “You’re gonna look so beautiful for the camera as I pound that tight cunt.”
Heat breaks out along your body as he says the crude words. You playfully shove his firm body away from you. “Bucky, we’re in public,” you smile.
“Hasn’t stopped us before, sweets.”
You scoff at him. He’s right. The amount of times he’s taken you in the library and in every janitor's closet he can find is embarrassingly high. You always fall victim to his touch, no matter when or where. “Get to class, Barnes. I’ll meet you at your dorm later tonight, okay?”
With a quick kiss goodbye, you watch as he makes his way to the history building with the bulky camera in his hand. It’s hard to tell where he found that thing. He’s always had a knack for vintage items. It’s very fitting of him to want to incorporate something like that in the bedroom. And you can’t wait to try it out.
Night settles over the campus. The dim sidewalk lights illuminate your path as you sneak over to Bucky’s dorm. You always take the back entrance with the key your conniving boyfriend somehow got his hands on. Bucky has the key to your dorm as well, each of you taking turns during the week visiting one another.
As you make your way up the stairs to his floor, you can already feel arousal strumming through you. You’re excited to create something so debauched with him. You have a suspicion that Bucky doesn’t want this tape to be gentle and loving tonight. Which makes you all the more needy and wet at the prospect of being fucked.
Knocking on his door gently, you wait for his answer. You hear shuffling before the ugly wooden door swings open revealing a practically naked Bucky. He’s wearing nothing but tight black boxer briefs that cut off above his mid thigh. It’s moments like these that he leaves you utterly breathless. His lean body stares back at you, beckoning you to run your hands over the expanse of his abs, his chest. You just want to sink your teeth into those thighs. Wrap your mouth around that slight tint straining against the fabric.
“How many times have I told you not to knock? My place is your place.”
His voice brings you back from your wondering thoughts. “Buck, you know I don’t want to just barge in here unannounced.” You say, walking past him and into the small dorm. His smell envelopes you and settles so deep in you, you swear you can feel it in your bones. Warm notes of amber and a slightly citrus aroma is what makes Bucky, Bucky. You’ll never get enough of his scent. He’s compelling in every sense of the word.
His bed is bare. Nothing but a mattress sits on the wooden frame. You quickly see where all the blankets and pillows went. There, across the room, sits his comforter and throws on the floor, meticulously placed with care to look inviting. His pillows are propped up against the wall creating a little cove hidden in the low light of his lamp. A makeshift tripod compiled of books sits at the end of the comforter near his TV stand with the camcorder opened and ready sitting on top of his world history textbook.
You feel him slip his arms around your waist, pulling you into his warm body. Bucky dips his head down to your ear. “You can’t really do much in a twin bed. Figured if I was gonna make a sex tape with my beautiful girl...I’d need all the room I can get.” You lean into him, appreciating the thought.
Bucky always plans ahead when it comes to you. He wants nothing but the best for you. He can’t wait to graduate college, get his degree and give you the life you deserve. A life where he gets to fuck you in a king sized bed instead of the stiff twin beds in your dorms and, in this case, the floor he desperately tried to make comfortable.
“It looks lovely. Leagues better than these dumb beds.” You tell him as you turn in his grasp. Leaning in, you take his lips with your own, slowly moving in time with each other before he deepens it. The feel of his tongue against yours has your panties dampening. Each lick into your mouth has you chasing more of his taste.
You kick off your sneakers as he pulls your sweats down, not once breaking the kiss until he pulls away to get your tee over your head. Bucky’s chest seizes. You look heavenly with your naked breasts bared to him, with your white panties adorning a tiny pink bow accentuating your mound and hips and your little white ankle socks.
Your beauty is something he only witnesses when he watches the rain, when he looks at a field of flowers, when he glances up at the night sky and sees the twinkling stars above. It causes him to pause and wonder how God created something so painfully intricate that makes his heart stop and makes all his thoughts cease to exist as fascination takes its place.
You watch as Bucky takes you in with a slack jaw and a glaze in his eyes. Just barely above a whisper he chokes out, “You’re beautiful.”
He tells you millions of times how attractive you are and shows you his love just as many times. But, this. This seems heavier. Those two words have a weight of longing to them, a weight of pure awe and admiration. Your love for him just grew, something you thought would be impossible because Bucky Barnes is perfect in all aspects of life.
“I’m gonna fucking ruin you, my pretty girl.”
His words hold a sick promise as he leads you down to the floor on the bed of blankets. He props himself against the wall and beckons you to join him. You situate yourself between his firm thighs, feeling the hardness of his dick against the small of your back. You lean into him as he pulls your hair to the side, giving him perfect access to latch onto your neck.
“Take off your panties,” he whispers against your flesh. His mouth licks and sucks at every part of your heated skin he can get to.
You roll the sticky fabric down your legs as you eye the camera placed directly in front of the both of you. When you fully peel your underwear off, Bucky’s legs twine with yours, pulling you apart and spreading you open for the lens. “Spit on your cunt. Get her nice and wet for me.”
Oh God. His instructions cause you to clench around nothing. You bend your head down to spit towards your pussy, watching as the saliva slowly trails over your mound and down over your lips. Leaning back against him, Bucky emits a groan as you see his hand slide down your body, creating little goose bumps along the expanse of your skin before his fingers dip down to your core. You moan at the feel of his fingers rubbing slowly and purposely over your swollen clit.
With each twist of his wrist, you’re whimpering, chasing his movements with your hips. Heat takes you over, sparking at the base of your spine before inching its way towards your neck as his friction gets a little rougher. Suddenly, his fingers breach your opening, the middle and ring giving you a delicious stretch. Each drag against your walls has your thighs trembling from the sheer pleasure.
Bucky grasps your face with his free hand and angles your head to the camcorder. “Keep your eyes on the camera, baby. Want you to fall apart for it. Can you do that?”
A strangled, yes leaves your lips as you bask in the ecstasy he’s bringing you. His grip keeps you in place as he takes you apart. The thrusts of his fingers become harsher, more frantic as wetness spills from your drenched center, causing obscene noises to bounce off the walls.
You can’t run from his assault, he’s got you pinned against him fully, one hand buried in your pussy while the other holds a vice-like grip on your cheeks. His mouth continues to work over your neck, biting and sucking as he brings you closer and closer to your impending climax. You’ve never been so worked up and this orgasm is starting to feel vastly different than the others.
“Bucky,” you cry, “Bucky, stop. I can’t. It’s too much.”
“How are you gonna take my cock when you can’t even take my fingers? Just let go, baby.”
The pressure is building with each thrust of his hand. His pace gets rougher causing your chest to bounce violently and cries to escape your throat. You’re shaking, abdomen pulling taut as his fingers hit that spot inside you just right and that pressure releases, forcing your eyes to roll in the back of your head.
Bucky watches in awe as you squirt for him, trembling in his hold as the clear liquid seeps from your abused cunt. “Oh, fuck. Look at that. My girl’s a squirter.” He says against your neck, but he knows you probably can’t understand anything he utters to you at the moment.
He rubs his hand along the length of your drenched heat, soothing you from your intense high. Tremors wrack your body with each pass of his hand over your swollen bud. Your head rolls to the side on Bucky’s shoulder as he peppers kisses all along the side of your throat and face.
He brings his wet digits to your mouth, rubbing them along your bottom lip before you open and take them between your lips. You lick and suck, tasting your juices on his soft skin. He fucks your mouth with his fingers, watching as you take them down your throat, gagging slightly. It causes his dick to twitch as he feels the sweet suction of your mouth.
He takes them out, already missing the feeling of your tongue dancing along the pads of his fingers. “You’ve been keeping that hidden from me?” He chuckles near your ear, causing a smile to break across your blissed out expression.
“I didn’t even know I could do that...those hands of yours work wonders.”
“Mmm. That they do. You got one more for me, pretty girl?”
Are you capable of cumming again? You honestly don't know. Every nerve feels shot, your head hazy with Bucky invading all of your senses. But, with him, you know you won’t last long when he buries himself inside you. He’s too good at sex, too good at making you feel whole and sated. You don't know if it’s him, or if it's you and how infatuated you are with him that makes him talented in the sheets. Whatever the case, cumming will always be in your foreseeable future. No matter if you think you can or not.
“Yes,” you breathe, “want to feel you in me.”
Bucky lays you down sideways, making sure you’re both angular to the lens before he discards his boxers. He's impossibly hard, an ache settles in the pit of his stomach as he takes in your body beneath his. Your cunt is puffy, thighs shining with your arousal, the blankets are soaked under your form. You’re gorgeous when you cum for him, submit to him and give him your pleasure.
You watch as he moves his hand languidly over his shaft, his tip red and leaking, veins straining against the soft skin. His mouth hangs agape as your hands move to grasp your breasts, pushing and pulling them together to give him a little show. Bucky groans as you continue to play with your full chest. He can’t take anymore of the foreplay, he needs you wrapped around him.
He taps your clit a few times with his swollen head, causing you to let out a squeal and shake with each light smack. It doesn’t take much to get his cock wet, no. Your pussy is practically crying, begging for him to give her that stretch she needs.
Bucky lines himself up to your entrance. He takes his sweet time entering you, watching intently as you try to accommodate his length, basking in the huffs of frustration because you just need him to fill you to the hilt. You’re squeezing him so tight. He can’t believe how wet you are. He believes you enjoy this little camera idea a little too much. Filthy girl. His filthy girl.
“Buck...move. Please,” you pant.
With a slow roll of the hips, he’s pulling himself out before plunging back into you with a pointed thrust that sends you jolting back. “Fuck, just like that,” you tell him. He continues the gentle movements with the rough snaps of his hips that have you gasping and clinging on to him. You keen with each stroke, your hands make their way down towards his ass, gripping and shoving him deeper inside you.
Bucky pulls back to unhook your legs from his waist. He grabs the backs of your knees, folding your legs back slightly so he gets a good look at where you’re connected. Sitting on his knees, he starts a punishing pace. The angle he has you at, you can’t move away from his onslaught. His fucking you with vigor, his grunts filling the space around you.
“Such a pretty pussy. Always look so good stuffed with my cock, baby.”
Your toes start to curl, legs aching from his hold and from their suspension in the air. As he continues his erratic pace, your climax grows with each pointed thrust that hits a spot inside you only he can reach. Out of nowhere, he halts his movements and pulls out of you.
“Bucky,” you whine. You need him back inside you to dim the ever growing heat.
“Hold on, sweets. Don’t worry, you’ll have your cock and cum on it too.”
You eye him as he leans over to grab the camcorder. He’s holding it in his hands now, angling it to point at your mound. He slides in you once more, filling you up immediately, giving you that full feeling you so desperately need.
Leaning back on his knees, he tells you, “Ride my dick, baby. Fuck yourself.”
A moan escapes you. You do as he said. Using your heels as leverage, you start to move yourself up and down on his thick shaft as he sits perched on his knees and records the scene unfolding before his eyes. “Yeah, just like that. Want you to cum like this. Wanna feel those wet walls pulse.”
Your hand goes down to circle your clit much to Bucky’s pleasure. He loves watching you get yourself off, especially filled full with his leaking cock. Your arousal slides down to his heavy balls. This is torture, for him and you. But, he knows watching you fall apart while using him will be worth it and you know that this orgasm is going to tear through you.
It’s too erotic. Using him to get yourself off while he sits and watches through that square screen. It has you quickening your movements. You’re unhinged as you hump against him, swirling fingers aiding in bringing you to your peak. The coil is tightening with each buck of your hips, winding up until you're shaking. You pull taut as you sink down on him, filling yourself up as your orgasm courses through your body. Tears swell in your eyes as the intense high takes over.
Bucky can’t handle this anymore. The feel of your walls fluttering around him, like a constant heartbeat, almost makes him spill his seed into you right then. He tosses the camcorder to the side, not caring to capture anymore footage for the night. He braces his hands above your head and starts to rut into you fiercely, chasing his climax.
Now it’s you who let’s him use your body for his pleasure. You lay pliant underneath him as he buries his face into your neck, biting into you to muffle his cries of pleasure as you feel warmness fill up your sore, overworked pussy. You rub his damp back, letting him relax against you as he empties himself.
You hold him to you, enjoying the feel of his weight pinning you to the floor as you both try to catch your breaths. “You did so good for me,” Bucky whispers. He pushes your hair off your face before kissing your lips. It’s slow and sloppy, all tongue and no effort. He pulls out off you and watches as his cum leaks out of your center.
“I’ll never get tired of filling you up.” He groans as he moves to get you a cloth to clean you up.
You lay there and stare at the ceiling for a moment before he returns, pressing the warm hand towel against you, ridding you of his spend. It’s a shame really. You want to stay filled with him. He picks you up and carries you to the mattress. Placing you down on the less than comfortable twin bed, he goes to his closet again to retrieve a spare blanket.
“Luckily, I have plenty of covers. Mom made sure of that.”
You smile as he climbs in the small bed with you. He presses you against his chest as the fuzzy blanket covers your naked forms. Even without pillows and a sheet, you feel yourself drifting off in Bucky’s embrace. He’s your source of contentment. Your beacon. Your everything. You don’t ever want to leave his side. Not when he’s this warm.
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Sebastian Stan in every Episode of The Falcon and The Winter Soldier (2021)
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𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆…
okay, bucky is the ultimate Boyfriend Material.
he’s be the most romantic boyfriend ever omg!!
bucky is shy, introverted and such a nerd, bless him 😭
when you have trouble sleeping he reads for you, and it always works because he plays with your hair as he lulls you to sleep with his soothing voice.
lots of cuddling (he’s the little spoon 75% of the time).
tip of the nose kisses, cheek kisses, forehead kisses, hand kisses…
also, neck kisses, but those are reserved for intimate times ;)
bucky calls you “sweetheart” or a fun version of your name and you call him “buck” or “bucket” just to piss him off.
he learns new cooking recipes to do a fun date night every once in a while.
speaking of date nights, bucky always finds time to be with you. he loves to plan date nights; sometimes you both go to a nice restaurant, but he still likes to do date night at home, do the cooking and hang out with you.
bucky feels so comfortable around you. he doesn’t feel the need to hide any part of himself.
he’s the most gentle around you, like, he treats you like you’re made of glass (except when he’s fucking you).
you’re the only one capable of actually handling him. you ask him to be more patient and he’s all grumpy, but will do it just because you asked him to.
he’s so whipped oh my god 😩
sometimes he takes you to a bakery to have an early breakfast and it’s quiet but so wholesome and wonderful!
bucky is always touching you: if he’s not holding your hand, he has an arm around your shoulders or his pinky is interlocked with yours.
he introduces you to sam because he’s bucky’s closest thing to family, so it’s important that you and sam get along, which you do and bucky is super happy about it! <3
now, when it comes to sex, bucky loves to experiment with you.
of course, he asks what are your limits and you agree on a safeword just in case.
the sound of skin against skin, moans and grunts mix with the muffled atmosphere of the bathroom because of a hot shower. leaning on the glass wall, you feel bucky slip in and out of you with agility and virility. his metal arm holds your body in place, and his other hand circles your clit, eliciting moans of pure pleasure and approval and words of the lowest slang. “fuck- fucking hell-” he grunts as he keeps fucking you against the glass wall. “yes! i’m so close!” you gasp, leaning back on his shoulder. he speeds up the thrusts and you both come together for the second time that evening.
he loves to have his way with you and you love it. you love to see marks on your body, you wear them with pride. bucky wasn’t so thrilled when he saw them for the first time, but after lots of convincing, he kept it rough.
but like, he’s also super soft and sometimes the mood is for sensual lovemaking. he goes full romantic: candles, kisses, hand holding, eye contact and a bath afterwards.
he always goes soft after being rough. he washes your hair and rubs your back and waits for you to fall asleep.
he loves you and he’s so grateful that he’s finally found someone that accepts him for who he is 🥺
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Sebastian Stan on April 30, 2009, in Los Angeles
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“Something is still in there.”
The Falcon and the Winter Soldier - Power Broker (1.03)
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Summary: You're a journalist who gets trapped in the GRC building the night the Flag Smashers attack it. What lengths will Bucky go to to get you back?
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“Buck, we got a hit,” Sam told him over the phone. His usual childish humor was completely absent from his tone, instead replaced with a rare intensity.
“Where?” Bucky swiftly responded, picking himself up from your couch and running to the bedroom.
“Right in your backyard. The GRC is voting on the Patch Act tonight, the Flag Smashers are planning to pay them a little visit.”
Bucky froze right as he went to grab his suit from your closet.
“Shit. Sam, I’ll be there, but I gotta call you back,” he rushed, fumbling with the phone.
Bucky hit the red button on the screen aggressively with his metal thumb before clicking on your contact.
“Come on, come on, pick up,” he grumbled under his breath, his grip on the phone tightening. Any more pressure and it would crush between his fingers.
“This is [Y/N]. Sorry I missed your call-”
Bucky cursed, hanging up before calling again at least five times. He let out a frustrated sigh before deciding to leave a voicemail. He waited impatiently for the beep, his foot tapping against the wooden floor at an alarming pace.
“Hey, doll, it’s me. I know you said you were out working tonight and, knowing you, you went for the biggest story- the GRC. But look… Sam got intel that the Flag Smashers are going to be there tonight. I told you I wasn’t gonna get you involved in this shit, honey, and I plan to keep my promise. So please call me and tell me where you are so I can come and take care of you-”
The beep sounded and Bucky’s shaking voice was cut off. His heart started to race and the feeling was so debilitating that an airy feeling began to overcome his body. The world faded to blur around him as he tried to gain his barrings.
“Come on, soldier,” Bucky grumbled to himself, taking deep breaths and trying to get his panic to subside. Frightful images flashed through his mind- you getting shot, you getting tortured. So much blood. Anger bloomed in Bucky’s chest at the thought of someone hurting you. He gritted his teeth before snatching his suit from the closet and racing out the door.
“Maybe this wasn’t the best idea,” Jimmy said from next to you. He was still holding his camera, but his hands shook so much you thought he might drop it.
“Well, I didn’t exactly expect terrorists to show up out of fucking nowhere!” You scolded, trying to keep your voice as quiet as possible.
You were both cramped under one of the diplomat’s desks, trying to stay out of sight from the Flag Smashers that had just barged into the Meeting Hall. They circled around the room, guns in hand, ready to shoot the next person who steps out of line. When you first saw them you tried to make a run for it, but the doors were barricaded and the only way out was through the windows… a hundred stories above the ground.
“You should always expect terrorists to show up out of nowhere!” He freaked out.
You felt your phone keep buzzing in your pocket and you itched to grab it but with the way you were positioned in such a tight space, you couldn’t reach it.
“Jimmy,” you whispered to him.
“What?” He shot you a glare.
“I need you to grab my phone from my pocket. I can’t reach and you’re right next to it.”
“Are you serious?! If you call 911, they’ll hear you!”
“Then it’s a good thing I’m not calling 911.”
You stared each other down for a few seconds, daring the other to back off. After a few seconds, Jimmy huffed and rolled his eyes.
“Fine, hold on.”
He shifted a bit, trying to wiggle his arms through the confined space towards your jacket. After a few failed attempts in which your phone almost dropped to the marble floor, he finally secured it in his hand, passing it towards you.
“Thanks,” you whispered before clicking on the screen.
The brightness nearly blinded you and you were quick to turn it down before it drew anyone else’s attention.
12 Missed Calls From Jamie
1 New Voicemail
20 Messages From Jamie
“Shit,” you whispered to yourself, hurriedly unlocking your phone and tapping on his messages. They were all somewhat similar: Where are you? Call me back. Please tell me if you’re okay.
Your chest ached as you thought of how panicked he must be. Bucky had the biggest heart of anyone you’d ever met, and the idea of someone he loved being in trouble scared him more than anything- especially if that someone was you.
You: I’m okay
Jamie: Doll, where are you?
You: Top floor with all the diplomats. Flag smashers are here. Doors barricaded.
Jamie: I’m coming to get you, don’t do anything stupid
You: Hey! I don’t do stupid things
Jamie: Are you being sarcastic? I can’t tell over text
“Jesus Christ,” you let out, slapping your forehead with your palm.
“Okay here’s the plan-”
“No time,” Bucky interrupted as he barged through the front doors to the GRC building.
“What do you mean no time? Bucky, there are lives on the line-”
“I know that. Which is why I need to get up there now.”
Bucky’s breaths were ragged as he climbed the steps three stairs at a time.
“Bucky,” Sam started with a certain softness in his tone. “Who’s up there?”
“What do you mean? There’s plenty of people up there-”
“Who do you know who’s up there? I haven’t seen you like this in the field before- panicked, erratic.”
Bucky took a deep breath, pausing his movements on the stairs and clutching onto the railing.
“I… Her name’s [Y/N]. We’ve been seeing each other for the past few months.” He grimaced, uncomfortable with the sudden emotional weight of their conversation. “She’s a journalist and she’s up there and… I can’t let anything happen to her, Sam, I can’t…”
His voice trailed off as the images flashed through his mind again. The lump in his throat grew and threatened to force a sob from his throat.
“Okay, I understand,” Sam whispered. “But rushing into it with no plan isn’t going to help her. It might even do the opposite. So, here’s what we’re going to do...”
You noticed a few things about the Meeting Hall you were stuck in: the cries of panicked people as they tried to hide throughout the room, the red lighting that sent a shiver down your spine because of how ominous it was. What you didn’t notice was the figure in red, white, and blue barreling towards the window closest to you. The impact was loud and sent glass shattering to the ground. You jumped at the sudden noise and shielded your face from the shards of glass. You peeked out from under the desk, Jimmy right alongside you, and your jaw dropped.
“That’s Falcon!” Jimmy gasped in relief.
“I don’t think he’s Falcon anymore, Jim.”
“Sharon, Bucky, what’s going on on your end?” Sam spoke into his comms.
“Bucky,” You whispered before shooting up from under the desk.
“[Y/N]! What the hell are you doing?!” Jimmy called after you.
You ducked and dodged through the masses of people in your way, rushing towards where Sam stood heroically, shield in hand.
“Falcon- or, uh, Captain America, sir?” You stumbled, adjusting your outfit that had become immensely wrinkled since you put it on earlier.
He looked at you curiously before noticing the lanyard that lay on your chest.
[Y/N] [Y/L/N]- The Daily Bugle
“You’re [Y/N]?” He asked.
“Yes, yes, that’s me,” you told him while nodding quickly. “I heard you say Bucky’s name. Is he here?”
“Downstairs. I unlocked the doors, so start heading down, I’ll tell him to meet you. Be careful, we don’t know how many there are,” he warned.
His attention was quickly pulled away from you as a Flag Smasher came charging at him, knife in hand. Sam threw the shield so precisely it hit him right in the front of his calves, knocking the man off his feet and slamming his head into the ground.
“Go,” he repeated.
You quickly took off towards the stairs. Your legs moved so quickly, you were shocked that you didn’t fall at some point. They burned and begged you to stop but you refused. The only thing that was on your mind was Bucky.
Bucky. Bucky. Get to Bucky.
You were so caught up in finding him that you didn’t realize there was someone in front of you. You ran into them at full speed, smashing into their chest so hard it felt more like a wall.
“Ow,” you let out, closing your eyes and rubbing your forehead as you stumbled back. “Shit, sorry about that.”
All you got in response was a chuckle, which then led to them letting out the biggest, most beautiful laugh. One that you’d heard many times before.
Your eyes shot open as you took in the tall, broad, and dark-haired figure in front of you. Tears stained his eyes although you couldn’t tell if it was from his laughter or from his utter relief that you were safe. Maybe both. But you didn’t take the time to think about it before launching yourself in his arms.
The first time he ever held you, you came to the realization that you had never felt truly safe before, because this, him, was what true safety felt like.
His arms snaked around your waist holding you to him tightly. He pressed scattered kisses across any ounce of you he could touch- your hair, forehead, cheek, nose, eyes, lips.
When he kissed your lips, it was meant to be a quick peck before he moved onto a different area of your skin, but you moved your hands up, cupping his face gently and pulling him into you further. He melted into your embrace, his lips melding with your own. The fluttering of his eyelashes against your cheek was familiar, and for the first time in hours, your anxiety eased.
“I love you,” he mumbled against your lips. “Love you so much, babydoll.”
“Love you too, Buck,” you whispered back, smiling brightly.
“Maybe stick to smaller stories from now on, huh?” He joked.
“No promises,” you snorted, rolling your eyes and pressing your forehead against his.
For all you know you could have been standing there with him for hours. Time didn’t seem to pass when you were around him. The outside world would blur, but he was clearer than ever.
“Come on,” he told you. “Let’s go home.”
He removed his arms from your waist but you instinctively grabbed onto his metal one, interlacing his fingers with your own. His heart skipped a beat, as it always did when you went for that arm. He didn’t understand how you could love it, how you could love him. But at the end of the day, it didn’t matter, because you did.
“You okay?” You asked him softly, noticing his pensive expression.
“Yeah,” he responded, wearing a slight smile. “I think I’m finally okay.”
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Tony: So how’s Barnes?
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Sam: [steps aside to show Bucky] he’s still alive
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Pieces of Us
Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader
Summary: You come home on a Saturday afternoon to jazz in the air. And it isn't long before your your new manicure catches Bucky's attention. This blurb is fluff sprinkled with nostalgia and kisses.
Word Count: 843
A/N: In the midst of working on requests, this idea came and I had to get it out. School is going great but the workload is on another level, so I'm happy to be able to post this smaller piece in the meantime. I hope you all are well. Enjoy.
Warm light poured through the blinds, and onto the wood floor in thin, golden streaks. Bucky studied them as he sat in thought. The airy jazz melody flowing throughout the living room had taken him to a period that seemed both a lifetime, and an arm’s length away.
It was Saturday, well into the afternoon, yet he was reminded of the songs his mother used to play on the radio when she would tidy the house after breakfast on Saturday mornings. Music drove her just as much as her love for their little family. Once upon a time, Bucky listened to it whenever he could—dance and sing too, if the moment permitted—all because her own love for music had encouraged his.
When the lock on the apartment door twisted, his gaze flitted to it. You were entering a beat later, eyes bright, and carrying one too many grocery bags. As he pushed himself from the couch to help, he lightheartedly scolded you for not texting him to come down. But you brushed off his words with a smile and shrug as if to say that you’d managed on your own.
It wasn’t until you two started un-bagging the food that Bucky noticed that there was something different about your nails. They were longer. Interesting. He wanted to wait until everything was put away to acknowledge them.
A smile found its way onto your face when Bucky took your hands. The two of you were still in the kitchen, and the soft music still navigated its way through apartment. With a small frown of curiosity, he made you stretch out your fingers so he could take a look at the work that had been done. They were nice. The added length made your fingers appear longer and more slender. The shade, a dusty rose, complimented your skin in a way worthy of being deemed classy and elegant.
You met Bucky’s gaze. “Do you like them?”
He hummed. “You’ve never had them like this before. Not that I’ve seen.” He searched your eyes to make sure that assertion was truthful. He was almost certain he never had. He would’ve remembered such a change.
“Yeah, I haven’t had acrylics in forever. Figured I’d go ahead and get them done ‘cause I had time,” you said. “I feel all fancy now.”
He cracked a smile. “You should. They look real nice, doll.” He lifted each of your hands to kiss them. Your skin still smelled faintly of the citrusy lotion that the nail tech massaged into it towards the end of the appointment.
Something about the look in Bucky's eyes shifted. “You know…” he began, “there was something my mom used to do with her nails when I was younger.” His hands came to rest on your waist and, in turn, you wrapped your arms around his neck.
You offered a kind smile and pressed a quick kiss to his chin. “Tell me about it,” you said. “I could listen to you talk about her all day.”
There was a pleasant flutter within his chest. “It was called the 'half moon' manicure. She’d only paint a strip across the middle of her nails. I remember how the red polish looked kinda shiny. And how Rebecca would stand over her shoulder to watch as she painted them. Our dad always complimented her on them too.” His voice had grown measured, as if he were tiptoeing through memories.
You stayed quiet for a bit before murmuring, “I love that.”
He touched his forehead to yours. “I did too.”
Then you pressed your lips to his in a sweet kiss. The jazz was still playing, having transitioned to a new song. Your lips moved together slowly as if taking part in a dance of their own. You could feel him. Everything that he was, everything that he was trying to hold on to. Surely, he felt you too. Your fingers moved to the nape of his neck, nails lightly scratching at the skin. For a fraction of a second, his lips faltered against yours and a shiver coursed down his spine.
He’d have to get used to the longer nails against his skin, he realized.
The kiss eventually reached the end of its life, and he looked down at you intently.
“M’gonna take you out.”
You combed a hand through his hair. “Are you now?”
“Yes. I don’t know where to yet, but I will,” he said. “We’re gonna listen to some good music, dance, enjoy ourselves. You're gonna be in a dress that goes with those pretty nails of yours," he explained. "We'll make some memories to share with our kids one day.”
You gave a playful tilt of your head. “Kids, you say?” It seemed so perfect and impossible that being parents was a reality within your reach.
“Yes, kids.” His lips quirked in amusement. “We’re gonna love ‘em with everything that we’ve got and make sure they always have a whole bunch of pieces of us to hold on to.”
"Sounds good to me."
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Masterlist / Fluffy Bucky Fics
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I have had a few bucky x read fic ideas bouncing around in my head and i cant write! So here is one,
Sam find a person who stairs and doesnt talk a whole lot because they uses ✨telepathy ✨. So Sam think they would be a good fit for Bucky, but he doesn’t know they have that power he just thinks they are mute. Then there is a thing where the reader is telling Buck how it works and they if they have something to connect them together like an object *reader motions to dog tags* they can have an unbreakable mind link. Then they fall in love or something. This is dumb, thank you for coming to my TedTalk
Hey! Thank you so much for this request, it wasn't dumb at all. I really enjoyed writing this. I may have gotten a bit carried away, this may sit close to 4000 words but we vibe. I hope this is what you had in mind! Please enjoy! <3
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Bucky had been enjoying a moments peace, he loved working with Sam but sometimes all he wanted was to put his feet up, put on some vinyl and enjoy a good cup of coffee all while reading a brilliant book. He had been trying to get into Game of Thrones lately, on Sam’s insistence, and he had been enjoying it. With the crackles of Glenn Miller from the turntable he missed the clunky footsteps coming up the stairs.
The sight that greeted Sam needed to be photographed. Bucky was lounging back on his ‘old man armchair’ feet up, hair in a towel, in a bathrobe, coffee in hand and facemask on, this was definitely one for the family album.
At the sound of the phone shutter Bucky practically launched himself out of the chair.
“Oh, you are never gonna live this one down old boy, it’s going to haunt you.” Sam almost cackled evilly as he began to email the photo to himself- he had learnt the hard way that Bucky was very proficient at breaking phones.
“You better not upload that photo anywhere, Wilson, I have a reputation to uphold.”
“Pfft, reputation, that’s funny.”
Bucky scoffed as he stood up, placing his book carefully on the side table, “Big scary super soldier, people hardly run-in fear from a guy in a bathrobe.”
“I disagree, a man in a bathrobe is definitely something you should run from. AH NOPE!” Sam jumped backwards, on top of a nearby chair, as Bucky lunged for the phone, towel turban falling off in the process. “You are not breaking this phone as well.”
“Fine. But you gotta promise not to post that anywhere.” Bucky huffed.
“As long as- “
“Oh no, I’m not doing anything for you.”
“Think of it as payment for the last phone you broke and insurance for this picture.”
There was silence for a moment as the two friends eyed each other up. Sam raised his eyebrows, Bucky’s eyes narrowed. It was a Mexican standoff between a guy in a bathrobe and a precariously balanced man. A clock ticked.
“Fine.” Bucky conceded. “What do you want?”
“For you to come to a meeting.”
“The families of Veterans ones?”
“Yeah.” Sam slowly started climbing down from the chair. “And before you get your old man pants in a twist, I’m not trying to force you to talk or anything, kinda.”
“Kinda?” Suspicion laced through Bucky’s voice.
“You know sign language, right?”
“American? I think?”
“Yeah, I know ASL, might be a bit rusty but I’m sure it still holds up. Why do you ask?”
Sam shifted slightly on his feet, “There’s this person, they come in every week and listen. I tried to talk to them, but they communicate through sign language, and I don’t have anyone there to talk with them.” He cast his eyes to the floor, “I feel bad. They were brave enough to come to the group only to basically be ignored ‘because we didn’t plan well enough.”
Bucky smiled, face mask crinkling around his smile lines, “You could have just asked me to Sam. You didn’t have to blackmail me into this, of course I’ll help. When’s the next meeting?”
“This evening. You gonna be ready or do you need some more ‘me’ time.”
Bucky simply chuckled at Sam’s teasing tone, patted his shoulder making sure to squeeze just a bit too hard before retreating to his room.
“I’ll be there, Wilson, and I will look so much younger than you!”
It was frustrating to you, going along to these meetings and not being able to communicate. You could always speak into someone’s mind but all that usually accomplished was a very paranoid person. But just listening to other’s stories really helped the grief from losing someone so close to you. You related to most of the people there and even though they didn’t understand you a lot of the time, you were always made to feel welcome- with friendly pats on the back and the odd tissue thrown your way.
You bustled into the familiar building with a new sense of excitement as Sam had promised to bring a translator for you this week. It was finally time to say your thanks to some of the people there and finally let the group know about your brother, so that it wasn’t only you that remembered him.
You all but ran through the hallways until you caught sight of a familiar smiling man. Sam was facing you, talking animatedly to another man, the strangers back was to you. He was tall, broad shouldered and dressed in a vintage looking leather jacket and rather well fitted trousers. Now the debate was: does the tailoring make the ass, or does the ass make the tailoring. You were halfway through the arguments on either side when Sam shouting your name disrupted the intense debating in your mind. You blushed at being caught, then blushed some more when you caught sight of the stranger’s face. Twinkling blue eyes under a deep-set brow should have made him intimidating, but he was smiling, and his face was dazzling. There was an immediate fluttering in your stomach.
“Hey, I’m Bucky.” Dear lord even his voice was nice, what made you smile even more was the fact that he signed as he spoke. Well, Sam certainly knew how to pick them well. “Sam introduced me; said you wanted an interpreter.”
You nodded as you signed back, “Nice to meet you, thank you for helping out.”
“No problem, Sam has told me a bit about you.”
“Good things I hope.”
“Okay I recognise my own name, you two better not be conspiring against me.” Sam piped up, to be honest you had forgotten about him for a moment.
Bucky laughed, and it sent a little thrill down you, he really was adorable.
“No worries, Wilson, just letting them know all your dirty little secrets.”
“Right, you two get in there, before you make me sleep with one eye open.”
You and Bucky caught each other’s eye, his eyes were twinkling with mischief, and you couldn’t help the smile that overtook you. You had a feeling that the two of you would get on just fine.
The meeting passed easily. Bucky translated your signs and you finally felt like you could actually take part in these meetings. Everyone listened intently when you spoke of your brother and when you had thanked the whole group for being so open to you a couple of people shed a tear. By the end of the meeting though you were tired and very accepting of Bucky’s offer to walk you home.
It was a lot of side glances and hidden smiles and you walked side by side. Drawn to each other under the moonlit sky, it was nice to just be in the presence of someone who had such a kind aura. You spent the walk trying to work up the confidence to sign something, anything but nothing came to mind and Bucky seemed quite content to just walk in comfortable silence.
You soon reached your home, you turned to Bucky with a smile on your face and signed,
“Thanks for today, Bucky. You were really helpful.”
“No problem.” He signed back,
You hesitated slightly before signing, “Would you be happy to have a coffee with me, tomorrow?”
Bucky went a little red in the face, and chuckled, “I would love to, I know a nice place, real cosy. I’ll text you the details.”
“You know how to text?”
“Hey! I get enough stick from Sam, don’t need you getting on my case too. I’ll have you know that I am very adaptable.”
“Sure, Sure.” You smiled at his flustered tone. “I’ll wait for your text then, have a good evening.”
The two of you stared slightly awkwardly at each other, neither wanting to be the first to turn around. You shuffled your feet away slowing, smiling awkwardly once more at Bucky before turning. You heard his footsteps start to fade away as you walked towards your home. You were but three steps to the door when a large figure in a hoodie slammed into you, you raised your arms instinctively to block them when you noticed your shoulder was lighter. The bastard had stolen your bag.
You immediately took chase, chasing around the corner you just walked down but they were fast, faster then you at least. As you rounded the corner you caught sight of Bucky walking ahead. The thief wouldn’t stand a change against him. Without a second thought you cast your thoughts towards Bucky,
“Bucky! Thief! My Bag! Behind you!”
You saw Bucky flinch slightly then turn bewildered, his eyes widening when he saw you hurting towards him, chasing the hooded figure. He caught on and launched after the thief as well, with barely any effort he knocked the thief to the ground, grabbed your bag and whipped out his phone to call the cops.
Well, that was hot.
You took your bag back, immediately checking that you brother’s lucky coin was in the zippy pocket, to your relief it was still there. You looked up to see Bucky staring at you with a very puzzled look on his face. You sighed before casting your thoughts to his head once more,
“I’ll explain later.”
Bucky let out a strange, decompressed noise of shock, it made you giggle. The two of you waited in silence until the police came and took the thief away. The police car had barely driven away when he turned to you.
“Did you just, talk in my head? Or did my conscious just suddenly get really loud.”
“I did. Hi. Sorry about that.”
He waved his hands dismissively. “Believe it or not, not the weirdest thing I’ve encountered.”
“Well, that’s reassuring.”
There was an awkward silence.
“So,” You started, resorting back to sign language, it felt less invasive, “Still down for coffee?”
Bucky smiled, “One hundred percent. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Yeah. Bye Bucky. Thanks for getting my bag back.”
“No problem, see ya.”
The coffee shop that Bucky invited you to, was tucked away, it was the kind of place that you would stumble over on accident. With a simple door and a big window out the front, that lead soft orange light filter out onto the alley. There was the faint sound of jazz leaking out of the building, you smirked. It was such an old fashioned place, of course this was where Bucky frequented.
The bell tinkled slightly as you entered the café, where you were greeted with the smell of fresh coffee and baked goods. You caught sight of Bucky’s broad shoulders sitting in the corner, and you made your way over to him, smiling at the barista as you passed.
As if sensing you, Bucky turned to smile and wave. He was dressed in casual clothes like last time, but this time his hair was loose around his shoulders. You smiled back before settling into the seat opposite him.
His hands moved hesitantly as he signed, “What would you like? I can recommend their hot chocolate, its very warming/”
“Hot chocolate it is.”
You could tell he wanted to ask you a million questions but to his credit he walked slowly to get the drinks, he even took his time carefully carrying the tray of drinks back to your table. He placed a delicious looking hot chocolate in front of you. You watched as he took a sip.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1-
“So,” Here we go, “What is it you can do, you can speak in peoples’ heads, can you,” He lowered his voice and leaned in, “Can you read people’s minds?”
You giggled slightly, his eyes were basically sparkling, he was definitely nerding out about this.
You set the hot chocolate down before casting your thoughts to his head, “I can speak in peoples heads relatively easily, it’s how I talk most of the time to people I know. I guess you could call it Telepathy.”
Bucky’s eyes were as wide as saucers, “So you can’t read thoughts, only… speak them?”
“I like to call it casting, makes me feel like a sorcerer. I can read thoughts, but it takes a lot of energy. I used to be able to talk with my brother from across the house. That usually requires some kind of connection.”
“Oh, so like a blood or family connection? Do you have to know the person very well?”
“That certainly helps but it’s not always necessary. If I have a personal object that belongs to that person, something I can hold and connect to them it isn’t hard to make a two-way connection. Especially if that person is willing to open their mind.”
Bucky seemed to be caught in thought for a second. “So, if I were to give you something of mine, we could both talk in our… heads?”
“Well yes, but Bucky we have only just met. Letting me into your head is a lot. I try not to pry but sometimes I’ve found that thoughts just burst through. Let’s get to know each other a before that happens.”
Bucky smiled at you before speaking and signing, “You’re right. Let’s get to know one another. I find you fascinating.”
It happened on the fifth date. Bucky was just walking you home after a lovely dinner at a small Italian that he claimed he went to back in the 40s. Just outside your door, under the glow of a lamppost he turned to you and took a deep breath before speaking.
“I know this may be a lot, but I wanted to give you these.” He reached around his neck and pulled off something silver. You gasped slightly as he held out his dog tags, immaculately preserved after all these years.
“Are you sure, Bucky? This is a lot.”
“I know and if you aren’t comfortable with it then just let me know but I want to give them to you.”
“You know what this means Bucky?”
“Yeah, I know, I just figured that you’re already in my head all the time anyways, just can’t seem to get you out of it.”
“You cheeseball.” You smirked at him before taking the dog tags and placing them around your neck. You gripped the cold metal for a moment, concentrating on the man in front of you. Taking everything, you knew about him and stretching out a connection, like a hand reaching out to clasp another.
“Testing, Testing, Testing, one two, one two, can my Telepathic partner hear me?”
You laughed, “Yes I can Bucky, you big dork.”
Bucky whooped out loud before sweeping you up in a big hug. The two of you laughing under the lamp light. His joy was infectious, and you couldn’t fight the smile off your face.
“Oh, we are going to have so much fun messing with Sam.”
Of course, the two of you made a pact not to tell Sam until he worked it out, which wouldn’t be anytime soon according to Bucky. It led to some very memorable moments and Sam refusing to play any form of card or board game with either of you because you always managed to win, somehow. Not to mention all the times you had spoken in eery unison around him.
“I swear, its like you two can read each other’s minds sometimes.” Sam threw his hands up in frustration at another lost game of charades.
You smirked at Bucky across the room, “Should you tell him, or shall I?”
“I think he’s been through enough, I got it.”
Bucky cleared his throat, “We can.”
Sam whipped around to face Bucky, a look of sheer disbelief on his face, “Seriously Bucky-boy, if you think I believe that after all-
“Hello Sam.” You cast your thoughts to him, in the creepiest old lady voice you could muster.
Sam yelped, before turning accusingly at you, “You better be joking around with me right now, I am not dealing with any kind of ghosts in this house.”
“Sorry! Surprise I’m telepathic!”
Sam put his head in his hands and sighed, “Not the weirdest thing ever. Wait, does this mean you have been cheating this entire time.”
You both looked guiltily at one another.
“You owe me. That poker night, void.”
You both laughed, “We’ll have a fair rematch this time Sam.”
It had been close to a year since you had made it official with Bucky and you were now much more comfortable around one another. He no longer just dropped you off at the lamppost but cam inside with you. You had spent many lovely mornings together sharing glances over steaming cups of coffee. Fighting each other for who got to spread their legs out on the couch, there wasn’t really a loser though as it usually ended up in sofa cuddles for both of you, while watching a film.
Life was pretty great, you thought, as you smiled down at the sleeping Bucky beside you. Finally reaching over to turn off the lamp and put your book down, you were finally reading the hobbit at Bucky’s insistence. As you clicked off the light beside you and settled down you noticed the faster than usual breathing coming from beside you.
You reached out, thinking he was awake but instead as you opened up your connection you caught flashes of night terrors. You were falling indefinitely, snow all around you, and in the distance, there were cries of pain, people pleading for their lives, there was gunfire and explosions. You gasped and took off the dog tags. You only gave yourself a moment to breathe before trying to shake Bucky awake. When it became clear that he wasn’t stirring you steadied yourself and settled your hands on his temples. You didn’t care you tired this would make you, you just wanted Bucky to stop suffering. You focused, offering out that hand of connection again, this time picturing it in the shape of a fist and, although it wasn’t subtle, you tried to shake Bucky’s brain awake. You forced your way into his dreams, punching through the dark fog that clouded his thoughts and almost screamed at him.
“Bucky! Bucky wake up! You’re dreaming my dear!”
Bucky woke up with a start. Tears flowing down his face, he stared at you blue eyes shining. No one spoke as he pulled you into his arms. You just breathed together for a moment, counting the breaths and the spaces in between. When he finally pulled back, you saw his eyes flicker with concern before lifting a hand to gently wipe under your nose, it came back red with blood.
You smiled sadly, reaching out to put the dog tags back on.
“I should be asking you that.”
“But you’re bleeding.”
“Occupational hazard.” You tried to subtly get rid of any of the extra blood. “That was pretty intense. Wanna talk?”
Bucky looked down to the sheets and shook his head. You smiled at him, tilting his head to yours.
“That’s fine, want me to go? Or would you like to cuddle for a bit?”
Bucky didn’t talk again, just pulled you gently down to the bed once more. Snuggling himself under your chin, resting his head on your chest. You felt his arms draw tightly against your waist. You pressed your lips into his hair.
“May I help you go to sleep? Keep the bad thoughts at bay for at least one night.”
You felt Bucky nod and let out a little sleepy hum of agreement. You closed your eyes, focused on your connection setting up a golden wall against the dark fog at the corners of his mind and settled into a deep sleep.
You woke to the smell of fresh coffee and the clinking of cups.
“Morning.” You opened your eyes at Bucky’s voice and took the offered cup greedily. Your mind still felt hazy from the energy you used last night.
You felt the bed dip beside you as Bucky sat and sipped at his cup as well, hair a bit of a mess from bed. He had evidently only just woken up as well.
He took a breath, “I had some pretty interesting dreams, sweetheart.”
You stiffened, “Good ones I hope.”
“Don’t worry, they were good. If a little strange.”
“I was watching myself most of the time.”
You snorted into the coffee, “Sounds creepy”
There was a slight chuckle, “Nah, I was watching myself build a home, a family- “
“Oh God Bucky.” You snapped your eyes to his, you knew what had happened. “I am so sorry my dreams must have stuck in your head.”
“Those were your dreams?”
“Yeah, its only happened once before but when the connection between two people is very strong, it can happen- I call it bleeding. Perhaps we should- “
“If the next words out of your mouth are take a break, I will spill your coffee.” You clutched your cup closer to your chest, “Truthfully, those were some of the beset dreams I have every had. I really loved them.”
You looked back up at him, hesitantly “You did?”
“And I love you.”
There was silence as you stared at him in shock. His face as nothing but adoration as the sunlight filtered over his face.
“I love you, sweetheart.”
“I love you too.”
Coffee cups were cast aside as you both collided. Giggling and joking, radiating happiness as the two of you shared the sweetest kiss. Your feelings merging together, amplifying one another until they shone brighter than the sun.
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A World Away
Living away from Bucky was hard. Y/N is gonna show us just how hard it is
(AKA: I’m homesick and crying in my bed and I just want someone like Bucky)
“Buck? You there old man?”
There was very little light in Y/N’s bedroom, just enough to illuminate her face. She switched on the lamp beside her and, for a moment, the room was blinding.
“I’m here sweetness.” Bucky picked up his phone and squinted at the screen. He tapped it and frowned before putting on his glasses. “How’s everything going up there? Was the journey okay?”
Y/N propped her phone up and blinked slowly, clearly tired. “I’ve only unpacked my bathroom stuff so far. Baby Buck is on the window until I can make up the bed.” The bear in question was currently Y/N’s only source of comfort, but it was too early in the day to tell Bucky that.
“Wanna give me a room tour?” He asked with a grin.
Flipping the camera round, Y/N walked Bucky through every part of her room. She showed him the size, the desk she had neatly organised with all of her pens and paper and her laptop propped open. She showed him the pictures of them stuck up on the walls and the fairylights she had stuck up all around.
Y/N showed him the mess that was her room before showing him the en-suite bathroom. She showed him how organised the bathroom was before moving on to the communal kitchen.
“You’ve got a really nice set up there, sweetheart,” Bucky said, a smile on his face. “I’ll come down and visit you soon.”
She nodded and blinked slowly. “God, I don’t know when I’m ever gonna finish unpacking everything. I’ve got meetings about classes and I really need a nap but if I nap now I’ll never wake up.”
He gave her a small sympathetic smile. “How about I speak to you tonight after you’ve unpacked a little more? Give you some time to settle in?”
“That sounds amazing, Buck. I love you and I’ll miss you.”
“I love you and I’ll miss you too, sweetness.”
Y/N had already had far too much to drink. The night was over, though, and she was back in her bathroom. She stared at herself in the mirror, hating what she was saying. But she didn’t hate herself; she hated where she was and who she had become in the two days she had been here.
Bucky was almost on the other side of the country, laying in his bed, missing his girl.
Picking up his phone, he went to call Y/N.
Y/N slowly climbed into bed. She had changed into her pyjamas and slowly climbed into her bed, her laptop in front of her to watch television before she fell asleep. Chocolate was on her covers, ready for her to eat.
As she opened her laptop and watched her sitcom, the tears fell. She couldn’t hold them back, her head hurt and her chest ached as she tried to keep herself under control. Her phone was open to message her mother.
Suddenly her phone started vibrating. Y/N quickly wiped her tears to get herself under control. She swiped her finger over the screen and held her phone up, smiling at her boyfriend. “How late is it where you are, baby?” She asked before Bucky had a chance to say anything.
He gave her a grin smile, able to see the tears running down her cheeks. “Have you been having fun, babycakes?” He asked, laying on his side.
Y/N nodded her head.
She shook her head.
Bucky tightened his smile. “Are you missing home sweetness?”
At that, Y/N burst into another round of tears. She pulled Baby Buck closer and cried into his soft belly. “I don’t know if I can do this anymore! I miss home, I hate being on my own. My roommates are great but, like, I wanna be back where I’m used to. I don’t feel like myself anymore and I want to feel like the person I was befor I left.” She sniffed. “My heart hurts and I’m too nervous to do anything. I want to stay in bed and never leave.”
“Oh Angel,” Bucky began. He wanted nothing more than to be with her, to hold her through everything she was feeling. “It’s gonna be tough at first, we all miss you a lot back here, but you gotta stick it out. I’ll be here for you through everything. Remember why you’re doing this, remember how excited you were to move out.”
She nodded and wiped away another round of tears. “Please come and visit me soon, Buck.”
“I’ll be there in two weeks, Angel.”
“I love you,” She squeaked.
“I love you too, so fucking much.”
That night she fell asleep while still on the phone with Bucky. He refused to let her go until he saw her happy in bed.
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The Covenant (2006)
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One - Ed Sheeran
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Bucky is in love with his bestfriend and hearing that you’re about to get proposed to by someone who isn’t him just doesn’t sit right.
Notes: Oop, fairly angsty story ahead, but I think you’ll like the end! 3.5k The first of the playlist one shots I’m going to start doing. Hope you enjoy!
“Tell me that you’ll turn down the man who asks for your hand, cause you’re waiting for me.”
Bucky leans his elbows on the bar high-top he’s sitting at, his gaze transfixed on you as you finish the second song in your set. It was a love ballad that had his eyes glazed over as your voice lulled him into a helpless daydream. A world in which it was him you were singing to. Where it was him that drew that lazy, happy smile from your lips.
Sam kicks him from under the table. “You’re being creepy again.”
He reaches down to rub his shin, his upper lip curled. “I am admiring the artistry.” He defends.
“No, you’re staring down the girl you’re in love with and won’t tell.” Steve counters and Bucky shoots him a look.
“I am not in love with her. Do I love her? Sure. She’s an amazing, kind, and talented person and a dear, lifelong friend that I want nothing but the best for.” At this point, the only person he’s capable of fooling is himself.
Sam shakes his head. “Whatever. If you’re going to do something, you better do it quick, though.”
Bucky’s eyes had drifted back to you when you moved to a chair and grabbed a guitar, your slender fingers picking at the strings of his heart each time you played a note. Steve nudges him this time, more gently.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks, unable to tear his eyes from you.
“Buck,” Steve starts carefully. “Wanda said he bought a ring.”
That gets his attention, but he doesn’t turn back to his friends. Instead, he scans the crowd in the lounge, searching for… him. Bucky’s eyes narrow on the man across the room in a way that has Steve tensing by his friend’s side. Him. That tool you claimed to love. The ass it appeared you were singing to every Friday night.
Bucky had tried to warn you that he was no good for you, but you had merely shrugged him off and called him over-protective. After all, Shawn was a doctor with a sense of humor that had you rolling every day.
He tried to let it go, managing to convinced himself for a couple months that he really had. You were happy with so much light in your eyes and he could never do anything to take that away from you. Damn his feelings. Damn his hopes. Damn his dreams.
He had once thought about letting you know how he really felt last year. Natasha had plied him with enough liquor to have him unknowingly fall into a Widow interrogation that had him spilling his heart out before he even realized what was happening. He left quickly after that, the tequila giving him a false sense of confidence as he marched six blocks to the front door of your condo.
He paused just before the steps, suddenly unable to move another inch.
The edge the alcohol had given him appeared to have worn off somewhere between that awful diner Steve liked so much and the corner store down the street. Now he was left with nothing but his racing heart and a pit the size of a softball in his stomach.
What was he doing? He couldn’t tell you all the things he’d kept buried over the last three years. He couldn’t tell you that every laugh, every worried text, every unfinished song he heard you sing under your breath made him fall impossibly more in love with you.
He couldn’t tell you that every time your skin innocently grazed his, he would suddenly forget how to breathe, and he most certainly could not tell you that he thought about you constantly. A dress in a window shop, the warble of the birds in the morning, the soft warmth of sunshine trickling in from his closed blinds easing him into consciousness.
Every beautiful sight, sound, feeling… it all whispered your name on the lightest of breezes.
So, he had stood there in the middle of the night staring at your door, still unable to take those last final steps, but also unable to leave.
He very well could have told you, but he could only see it ruining everything. Unable to believe for a single second that you, you, could ever return the feeling. He saw it play out in his head while he stood there in the cold. His biggest fear cast onto a big screen in front of him. An awkward end to a beautiful friendship that then merged into the most intense heartbreak of his life as he desperately tried to cling to you.
It left him broken and hollow. It left you a stranger.
He turned to leave then, knowing in his soul that none of the kinder possibilities were worth the potential loss of you. Nothing mattered more to him than you. He was almost across the street when your front door opened. The warm light cascading from your home casting his shadow on the street.
“Bucky?” You had called into the darkness. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and waved. You pulled your robe around you tighter and padded bare feet onto the sidewalk. “What are you doing here, are you okay?”
“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Was just in the area.” He said sheepishly and you could smell him from where he stood.
A groan of annoyance sounded from you, sparking worry within him. “I literally just talked to Sam about this yesterday. I’m gonna kill him for not making sure you got home safely!” You ushered him inside quickly and he did not protest when you, maybe overbearingly, began to take care of him.
Sam leans forwards, trying to see Bucky’s face after his countless attempts to grab his attention. “Is he gonna kill him?” Sam asks quietly.
Steve studies Bucky for a minute. His fisted hands, the tight clench of his jaw, the murder glare. “Uh, I don’t know.” He finally says truthfully.
Bucky sits back suddenly, bringing his attention back from an old memory and to the beginning of your fourth song. “If she’s happy, I’m happy.”
Not a single person within eavesdropping distance believes him.
You jump off the stage, wiping the sweat dappling your forehead and smile brightly at the patrons complimenting you, some going as far as to hand you cash tips directly. When you see your approaching friends, your smile falters for just a second.
“Where’s Sam?” You ask.
“Sarah was bringing the kids by, but he told me to tell you that you crushed it, as usual.” Steve informs you and reaches out for a hug. He looks around behind you and cocks a brow. “Where’s Shawn?”
You scrunch your nose. “Just missed him. Huge accident on the highway, so they called just about everyone back in.”
“What a shame.” Bucky cuts in with just a bit too much enthusiasm and suddenly Steve has what may be a very bad idea. He shoots a quick message while Bucky is busy drowning you in genuine compliments.
Steve answers on the second ring, not bothering to excuse himself. “Nat, is everything okay?” He asks, voice taking on an edge of concern and you drop your witty bantering to listen in. “Just tell me where you are.”
Your hand is on Bucky’s arm, gripping the leather tightly in your growing anxiety as you hang on every word you hear come from Steve’s mouth. Bucky, however, has narrowed eyes as he tries to figure out what exactly his friend was up too. There’s no way Natasha was calling him on a Friday night. Not when that’s her one day of peace from all of them.
“If this goes bad, I’m blaming you.” Natasha says from the other end of the line.
Steve covers the bottom of his phone, calling on just enough panic to portray a small emergency, but not enough that you would feel compelled to go with him. “I’m sorry, I know we’re supposed to be celebrating, but she really needs my help.”
‘The hell she does.’ Bucky tries to convey silently and Steve shoots him a quick wink.
“Can you believe it?” You squeal when he pops the bottle of champagne. He grabs your glass, laughing at the pout you give when he only fills it partially. “Just last year I was waiting an hour just to sing one song at that disgusting karaoke bar.”
“Hey!” He scolds. “I like that place, it’s where I met you.” Your smile widens impossibly so and Bucky melts right there in the booth.
“Alright, I might agree that one night is that awful place’s only redeeming quality. And,” You hold up a finger before he can protest. “Before you argue, I would like to remind of about that time the homeless guy tried to steal the shoes off your feet in the men’s bathroom.”
Bucky winces at the memory, choosing to down his glass instead of telling you that you’re definitely right. That place was as awful and as sketchy as hole in the wall bars come. You smirk and take a sip, not needing to hear him say that you were right to know it.
After the plates have been cleared and the second bottle of champagne has left your cheeks flushed, Bucky offers to walk you home. You had protested at first, opting for another glass of wine in hopes that the hospital would set your boyfriend free. He had claimed that tonight would be special not just because of your first sold out show, but because of a surprise he had for you. The gleam in his eyes had your curiosity running rampant with what it could possibly be.
11:00 came and went, so you collect your purse and take the arm that Bucky offers you. The city had grown quiet in the late hours and the clouded chill makes you shiver. It’s such a small movement, hardly detectable, but Bucky recognizes it instantly and shrugs off his leather jacket.
The smell of his swarms you, filling your head and muddling your thoughts. He wraps an arm around you when you shiver again, having thought you were somehow still cold. You burrow into the side of him anyways and listen to the rumble of his chest as he laughs.
“I’m sorry Shawn wasn’t here.” He says quietly, genuinely. “I know how much tonight meant to you and how much you wanted him here.”
You turn to him and shrug your shoulders just before your front steps. “Can’t be mad when the guy is literally saving lives.” You open the door and invite him in. He trails behind you as you remove your shoes and pull the clip from your hair as you make your way to the kitchen. “I’m just bummed I have to wait to figure out whatever this surprise he has for me is.”
‘He bought a ring.’
Bucky watches you for a moment, studying every feature of your face as you try and pressure him to drink some water. “Are you happy?” He asks suddenly.
You try to laugh away your confusion. “Right now, or?”
“With him.” Bucky clarifies as he steps closer to you, not caring what it may implicate. Perhaps it was the whiskey he could still taste on his tongue that was making him so bold.
You furrow your brows and cross your arms. “What do you mean?”
“Are you happy with him?” He asks slowly, standing close enough that he has to look down at you to look you in the eyes.
You fumble over your words. “Why are you asking me?”
“You’re not answering.” He points out. Another step closer and his name dies in your throat. “It should be a simple yes or no.”
“Yes?” You breathe out, but it sounds more like its own question than an answer.
He tilts his head to the side, close enough now that you can see the grey streaks around his dilated pupils. “You don’t sound very sure.”
You swallow audibly. “Bucky. Why are you asking me?”
He frowns, contemplating. “Because some guy is about to propose to the woman I’m in love with, and I need to know that you’ll be happy if he does.”
Your breath freezes in your chest from the simultaneous bombs he just dropped in your lap. Shawn was going to propose, and Bucky was in love with you. “Wha-” The word fizzles out.
A knuckle grazes your chin, and he smiles softly. “Your happiness is mine.” There was something freeing about his admission. A carefree feeling had begun to bubble in his chest, wanting him to say it again and again. I love you.
He said it with no expectation of anything changing. All you had to do was say that you were happy and marrying this guy was what you wanted, and he would be content slipping back into the way things had always been.
“You love me?” The question leaps from your lips and he nods. “How… How long?”
He shrugs his shoulders. “A while.” He says simply
You should step back. Right now. You have a maybe fiancé and the closeness of this man who had just claimed to love you was certainly not the way to start off an engagement. Yes. You need to walk away.
You glance down at your feet, but they don’t move, not even a little bit. Perhaps if you were to beg them it would work, but you quickly realize every plea would be halfhearted at best. You can feel him watching you carefully as he looks for any sign that his proximity is not what you want.
But it is.
When you glance back up at him, his heart stops. It doesn’t start beating again until you crash your lips to his. By then, though, he couldn’t have cared less about anything that wasn’t you. Your hands on his body, sliding up to cup his face. Your fingers in his hair. You soft lips moving so effortlessly against his.
He’s confident in saying that this, your lips and your body moving in perfect synchronization with his was his own personal heaven. What had he been so afraid of?
You pull back quickly with a gasp, chest heaving and your hand keeping Bucky at arm’s length. His eyes are wild, lips kissed bruised. Your hand flies to your mouth, a silent ‘what have I done’ echoing in the space between you.
He can feel the guilt radiating off of you from where he stands. “Y/N.” He says softly and you shake your head.
“Shawn is a good guy.” You say with emphasis. “He supports my dreams, he makes me laugh, he has a good, safe job, and he loves me.” Bucky’s stomach drops. “That is not something that I can just walk away from because I’m a little confused now.”
Bucky rakes his fingers through his hair, smoothing down the mess yours had left. “And what if you’re not just confused?” He challenges. “What if you don’t love him the way you thought you did?”
“I think you need to go.”
You see the exact moment your barely whispered words register in his head and your heart clenches at the panic that overcomes him. This. This is what he had been so afraid of and somehow the image of you and your smudged lipstick, your watery eyes… It’s worse than anything he could have imagined.
“Don’t, please.” He begs, his eyes welling up. “Don’t kick me out.”
You wipe roughly at your tears. “I’m not kicking you out, I’m asking you to give me space.”
He shakes his head, knowing full and well that him walking out of that door is him walking out of your life. A lifetime of loving you from afar starts to dissipate from his very eyes. “You can’t tell me that things can ever go back to the way they were.”
“Maybe after some time.”
He laughs darkly and doesn’t bother to wipe the tears falling from his eyes. “You can’t promise that.”
He was right and you hated that. No matter what, every time you looked at him, you would see this very moment. Your betrayal to a man who loves you and the unringable bell Bucky had just picked up. It would follow you around and nothing would ever be the same again.
You were losing your best friend.
Bucky shuts his eyes against the wave of pain your silence brings, and you can’t stop yourself from going to him. You place a shaky hand on the side of his face, gently using your thumb to stroke the tears falling from those tragically forlorn blue eyes. His bottom lip wobbles, the sight shattering the final piece of your heart you still had.
You can’t see it, it’s too much- too painful to know you were causing this, so you glide your thumb along his skin to rest against the quivering. The soft kiss he presses against the pad of your finger sends a shiver down your spine and your head falls forward in anguish.
“Don’t do this.” He pleads.
A choked sob pulls from deep within you, the hand that had been caressing him flying down to try to hold you together. Seeing you in this much pain, he can’t help it. He reaches out to you, to pull you in and offer some kind of comfort from what he started, but your outstretched hand on his chest stops him.
His own strangled cry in response pierces through you.
Your fingers fist his shirt as you try to gather enough strength to face him, but you can’t. It’s Bucky who removes your fingers from his chest, leaving you to fall to the floor as the door slams shut.
Bucky floats around for the next few days. Nothing made sense to him anymore, not with you gone. He rolls his eyes at himself. Gone. As if you were dead and not just across town wrapped in the arms of someone he’s now convinced you don’t actually want.
Wanda had promised to let him know the second she heard that he proposed, so he mostly spent his days obsessively checking his phone. The team had agreed to take his active cases to give him a few days to get his head on straight after he almost lost his other arm.
What had he done with these few days of freedom? Well, he had played every sad song Parker had sent him on repeat, wandering around his apartment with a glass of whiskey he’d been ‘sipping’ on for the last four hours.
He had just reverted back to laying on the floor, staring at his ceiling, when there’s a pounding on his door. “Go away.” He calls to whatever friend had drawn the ‘check on Bucky’ short stick. The pounding pauses for a few seconds before resuming.
He huffs his annoyance and starts to open the door, an ‘I’m fine, really’ forming between his lips when you push the door the rest of the way open. You barge in, ignoring his various sounds of confusion. He’s about to question you, and probably tell you to leave, when you stop him with a single look.
“Shawn is a good guy.” You say through gritted teeth.
Bucky hangs his head back, a groan of annoyance rumbling in his throat. “Oh, yeah, cause I definitely want to hear this speech again.”
You ignore him. “A great guy.” You clarify. “He is quite literally perfect. So, tell me why, when he drops down on one knee in a park filled with all of our best memories and delivers a speech that should have brought me to my knees, all I can think about is you.” His head snaps to you at your admission. “You.” You point a scathing finger at him. “How the hell did you get so deep under my skin without me knowing?”
“You said no.” He breathes out and you let loose your own breath.
“I said no.” You confirm and he starts towards you. “James Buchanan Barnes, I am so angry at you, but I am also so helplessly in love with you.”
The last of your speech is muffled by his lips enveloping yours, full of relief and unbridled joy as he clings to you. To your dismay, he pulls back a fraction of an inch. His eyes, bright and full of life again, bore into yours as he cradles your face.
“Say it again.” He whispers and you melt in his hands.
“I love you.” You murmur and his eyes close at the sound. You say it again and again as you pepper kisses across his jaw and cheeks before settling back against his lips.
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James 'Bucky' Barnes x female reader
Summary: Bucky is always so focused on making you feel good that you decide it’s time to return the favor…
Warnings: smut, minors dni, use of handcuffs, reader tries to be dominant (goes on top), oral, dirty talk, slight size kink, creampie, no actual plot lol (let me know if I missed anything)
Notes: read it on ao3! (My asks are open & requests are welcome. Make sure to check out my pinned post)
You’re getting fed up. Bucky is always so focused on making you feel good during sex and every time you try to repay favors, it just gets turned around on you.
Long story short, you decide to handcuff his vibranium arm on the bedpost while you two were making out...
„Have you been into some stuff lately that I don’t know about?“, Bucky laughs almost nervously as he hears the handcuffs click.
„It’s always you making me feel good“, you almost whisper, „I wanna make you feel good too…“
Raising an eyebrow, he looks at you in confusion. „Oh doll, but you’re always making me feel good.“
Not listening to his words, you strip out of your clothes in front of him, slowly, making him watch how each layer of clothing gets thrown on the floor. „You know I could just break these if I wanted?“, he chuckles, his arm making mechanical noises. But you just ignore him. Being completely naked in front of him isn’t a big deal for you anymore. He’s seen every inch of your body at least once, so you’re pretty confident in your actions, even without clothes on. You careful lay down on your elbows, face between his legs just above his crotch.
Eagerly you pull Buckys pants and boxers down, his erection slightly slaps your cheek and you blush from one ear to the other. “Damn...”, he whispers under his breath. „Keep your eyes on me“, you tease, as if Bucky would even think about breaking eye contact with you.
When your hand reaches for his erected member, Bucky hums. You start your actions by pressing soft kisses on the tip, drawing circles with your tongue and slowly pumping his length, needing both of your hands. Bucky groans appreciatively while enjoying the show.
After a few teasing minutes, you finally put the tip of his dick between your plump lips and carefully let him slide inside your mouth until your throat tightens around his entire length. You’re proud of yourself for showing him off how good you are at this. „Didn’t think you could take all that“, Bucky groans, satisfied with the way you look, with a mouth stuffed full of his cock. His words encourage you and try your best to take him a little deeper, but it only makes your eyes water and causes you to gag. „Fuck, be careful doll“, Bucky huffs, „Don’t want to hurt yourself on my cock, do you?“
After a while of slurping, licking and sucking on his cock like it was the last meal of your life, you pull out, gasping for air with drool dripping from your chin. You keep the rhythm for a few more minutes, until you taste enough of his salty pre-cum, knowing he’s about to cum. You back off a few more times to keep Bucky on the edge and simply because you enjoy hearing him cuss under his breath. You could do this all day. „F-Fuck, stop teasing already“, he curses, looking at you with piercing blue eyes. He's starting to sound angry and frustrated. „I don’t think you deserve it yet“, you giggle because you sound exactly like him and tighten the grip on his dick. Bucky lets out an annoyed groan. „Maybe if you ask me nicely, I will reward you.“
You definitely crossed all boundaries by now. Bucky wants to have control. He wants to be the one in charge over everything. And yet here you are, dominating him, taking control and making him fall apart because of your mouth and skilled tongue.
„Come on doll, let me fuck that pretty pussy of yours, I know you want it, just let me-"
You throw your legs on either side of his hips, straddling him to place his dick on your entrance and carefully let his tip slip in. As soon as you feel the head inside, you stop to let your body adjust to his size. „F-Fuuuck, you're killing me princess“, Bucky moans in response, lifting his hips to get himself just a little deeper but you pin him down again.
„N-Not so impatient“, you whisper, licking your lips. You take all the time you want until you finally let him slide further inside, moaning shamelessly the second your seated in his lap with his length entirely inside you. Your hands suddenly reach up to your breasts, roughly squeezing them, pinching your nipples, just like Bucky would do it. Meanwhile, he can’t do anything but lay there and enjoy the view. „You’re fucking beautiful like this, you know that? Sitting on my cock and squeezing your tits and putting on a show for me“, he moans, enjoying the little bulge on your lower belly when you lean back. „You’re so fucking tight princess I can see my cock hitting all your sweet spots, shit does it feel good?“
You lean further back while you bounce on him and rub on of your hands over the little bulge, knowing it drives him insane. „Yes, fuck Bucky, you’re so big“, you whine. You watch him struggle against the cuffs, he wants to touch you so bad, he can’t help it any longer and just breaks them in half.
„B-Bucky!“, you squeak before he suddenly rocks his hips against yours. „Keep moaning my name“, he hisses while setting the rhythm faster and rougher. His big hands are now holding your hips, pushing you down as he pounds up into you. The cold metal from his arm makes you shudder.
Everything feels so good, his hands on you, his length inside, the sucking and biting on your neck followed from deep hungry kisses, his tongue wrapped around yours. It’s like heaven. „Are you going to cum baby? Come on, squeeze my cock, you know how I like it, doll. You want to make me feel good, right? Gonna cum for me and make me feel good?“ His filthy words are giving you the rest.
It doesn’t take long for you until your legs are shaking, eyes rolling back into your head while your particularly scream and moan his name at the top of your lungs. „Where’d your confidence go, doll? Weren’t you going to ride me? Make me cum? Was it too hard for you? Oh doll…“ Bucky lets out a deep chuckle while your still crashing through your orgasm, squeezing his cock so tight it makes his hips stutter.
„Thaaats it princess, just like that“, he whispers in your ear, kissing and licking the skin on your neck to taste the saltiness of your sweat, „You did so good for me, my perfect girl.“
Not even bothering to go slow, he’s holding you in place, hitting all your sweet spots while thrusting inside you as deep as possible. „Oh g-god yes Bucky“, you stutter between moans, completely overstimulated from your previous orgasm.
„S-shit, you feel so fucking good“, he moans, carefully biting down on one of your breast that’s been bouncing in front of his face and leaving his marks on your perfect skin. The way your walls tighten around him feels incredible, all the teasing and almost driving him over the edge- he can’t hold it in any longer.
„Gonna‘ make you mine. Ah- fuck, I‘m... gonna fill that wet pussy with my cum-” While he’s sucking bruises on your chest, you suddenly feel the buildup of your second orgasm. „You’re making me cum again“, you whimper and wrap your arms around his neck to allow him full control over you. Getting a good grip on your ass cheeks, he finally loses all control over himself.
You suddenly feel how his dick is pulsing and how his muscles flex with each rope of cum he shots into you, he’s filling you up like he’s trying to get you pregnant. You both hold tight onto each other, not speaking a word until you feel him soften inside you.
„Sorry I broke your handcuffs“, he finally says, trying to hide his cocky grin.
„You know“, he clears his throat, „I could buy you a new pair, if you want…“
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