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vxntagedior · 2 years

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well oiled machine

summary | you can’t seem to face bucky after crashing one of his cars

pairing | beefy!mechanic!bucky barnes x fem!reader

warning | angst, car accidents, fluff ending

word count | 1.0k

The shock blanket that was wrapped around you, wasn’t helping with your shock.

You kept muttering curses under your breath, your eyes wide, the adrenaline still rushing through your body.

The entire intersection was blocked off, numbers of officers and paramedics were at the scene. The one ambulance held you, one of the paramedics, patching up the gash on your forehead from the impact causing you to hit your head against the steering wheel.

The other was for the man who crashed into you. Your light had just turned green and as you started to cross the intersection to keep going straight, a truck tried to pass his light before it turned red, not getting in time, running the red, and driving straight into the side of your car.

Well Bucky’s car, not yours.

Your car had been leaking, and Bucky brought it into his shop to figure out the problem and let you borrow his car for the day, his Camaro that he worked so hard to restore. And you finally realized you hadn’t called him.

Trying to grab your bag, you were pulled back, the paramedic scolding you for moving while they tried to get the stitches in.

Still not seeing the car, being surrounded by paramedics and police you never saw the damage. A tow truck came onto the scene, and you prayed it was the other car that was going to get wheeled on.

Fear struck your face when you saw the Camaro being wheeled on, the entire passenger’s side destroyed, the mirror just gone and the door barely hanging onto the hinges.

You felt tears cascade down your cheeks finally seeing the damage that happened, Bucky poured his heart and soul into the car and you wrecked it within a second.

The medic was still tending to your wounds when you heard the shouting.

“Where is she, Y/n! Y/n!”

Your heart flared, hearing the familiar through the crowd of people, looking over the shoulder of the paramedic to see your boyfriend flow through the way of officers and firefighters.

He had been held back by two police officers, seeing the three of them argue before they let go under the tap, watching him run closer and closer towards you.

“Thank god.” Bucky muttered when he saw you sitting in the back of the rig. The medic had just finished with you, placing another piece of gaze over your forehead before going off in a different direction.

His eyes were frantic, his eyes searching over your body for any more injuries. “You were just going out to the bank and you were gone too long so I went to check and I saw the accident and the car.”

The moment he mentioned the car, your eyes started to water and your bottom lip started to quiver.

“Hey it’s okay.” Bucky thinking you were hurt, holding you gently.

“I’m sorry.” You sobbed, resting the side of your head on his shoulder. “I should have been looking more carefully, I could have seen you coming before I drove across and now your car is destroyed and you put some much work into it.”

Bucky furrowed his brows, looking back at the car then towards you again, opening his mouth to speak before you cut him off.

“I’ll pay you back.” You gasped. “I a few hundred dollars saved up, I know it’s not enough but-”

“Baby.”

“I’ll put my paychecks towards it-”

“Doll.”

“And hopefully maybe-”

“Y/n, stop talking.” He finally got his word across. “I don’t care about the car, I don’t care about you paying you back.”

“But-”

“Stop.” He said loudly. “I thought I almost lost you.”

His voice started to quiver. “I saw the car, and everything flashed before my eyes and no one was telling me anything so I had to go out and figure it out myself. You don’t understand how happy I am that you are right in front of me in one piece. You’re okay. I can replace the car, I can look for more parts, I can’t do that with you, I can’t replace you.”

Bucky didn’t know he was crying, until you used the edge of your sleeve to wipe the tears that were on his cheeks.

“I’m-”

“You better not say you’re sorry.”

“I love you.” You said instead, smiling softly.

“I love you too, so much.” He sighed.

Standing in the garage of Bucky’s shop, the two of you stood in front of the car.

Bucky was able to get the camaro back from the tow truck, happy that the two were close enough for him to get it back so easily.

You didn’t understand why he was restoring it, he had endless cars, another camaro but he just said it was okay.

“Should be good, test it out baby.” Bucky smiled through the window. Turning the key, hearing the sound of the engine start, he smiled. Turning the engine back off you got out of the car seeing how giddy he was.

“Why are you so happy?” You teased.

“Because I got your birthday gift.” He smiled, “Surprise.”

You didn’t understand at first looking around before you turned back to the car.

“Your car.” You said in awe. “B, I can’t take this.”

“You will.” He insisted. “Registered in your name and everything, it’s all yours.”

Squealing, you wrapped your hands around his neck, hugging him tightly. His arms naturally wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer into his stomach.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You smiled ear to ear.

Bucky returned the gesture, turning you around so both of you were facing the car, his arm still wrapped around your waist.

“What do you say about taking it out for a little test drive?” He smirked. “Test out the waters.”

“I don’t know.” You muttered, you were still cautious since the accident a few months ago, Bucky kept explaining to you how it wasn’t your fault and you were a good driver.

“Hey, I’m right here.” He reassured. “We’ll be okay.”

Your hands gripped on the steering wheel as you continued to get closer and closer to the accident sight, Bucky noticed the distress, wrapping one of his hands around your thigh, squeezing it lightly..

“See.” He said. “We’re good.”

You smiled, giving me a quick look before turning back to the road, the two of you riding downtown together.

fin.

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goldengirlls · 2 years

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security tape

pairings — beefy!biker!bucky x fem!reader

warnings — dom!bucky, unprotected sex, breeding kink, lap dances, talks of sex tapes/pictures/audios, dumbification, beard burn, mentions of balls, oral fem receiving, daddy kink, exhibitionism/public sex, dirty talk, spit kink and cum play

summary —only for our eyes.

wc — 3.2 k

authors note — AHH !!! OVER 2.5 K OF YOU BABIES!!! LOVE U ALL SO MUCH !!!! SO IN HONOR OF THAT, HERES THE FIRST INSTALLMENT OF MY NEW AU VERSE !!! will be part of the for our eyes only verse

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“Well look who finally decided to make an appearance.” Bucky’s voice rang through the beer infused air, back pressed back up against the dark color cushion and behind the wooden table that was littered with papers, a screen and a nearly finished glass of bourbon. The hum of the ice makers coming to life and the music fading from one song to another.

A sympathetic and amused look, thrown in his direction as your legs took you to stand in front of the table. Hands pressing themselves against the cool wood table and resting your body against them.

“I told you I’d be here around six.” Leaning further on to the table and at the pout forming against his lips and the space growing larger between his hairline and eyebrows.

He scoffs at the audacity, looking at his watch, “Yeah, a whole forty seven minutes after.” Firm glare or what was trying to be, but the glimmer of his midnight eyes proving otherwise that he was happy you were here, with him where you where were suppose to be.

“Yeah ‘s in the general area of six.” You protest while holding back the laugh that you so desperately wanted to let go off at how childish the six foot four leather clad biker was being about this.

His arms uncross from one another and his lip untucked itself from his pearl white teeth. Not saying a word as he slid out of the booth and over to the low lit bar where the open bottle of bourbon sat, pouring himself another glass.

It was comical when you really thought about it. The six foot something tattooed cover biker with a sour look and grumbling under his breath. To anyone and everyone else he was labeled as grumpy and scary, but to you— he was a big softy, with a weak spot for you.

Making your way over to him, you squeezed your body between him and the cool wooden bar, doe eyes already begging for forgiveness, “‘M sorry. I didn’t mean to be late. I, uh got distracted.” Tucking your lip between your teeth, your cheeks growing warm at the faint thought of what made you late.

Grabbing his attention, the midnight eyes searched your face for an answer to said distraction. The pink dusted cheeks— warm to the touch, the dazey hooded glimmer in your eyes and the slightly ruffled hair was drawing a conclusion, but couldn’t quite draw a conclusion.

Then, with one last sweep over your enhanced features, it all clicked.

Bucky biting back a smile— or a smirk, “Distracted?” His voice dropping low and hands bruising your hips as he deposits you up onto the bar. “Care to explain, Ace.” Glimmer of hope you’d spill all the details he was desperately trying play in his mind.

“Uh, I couldn’t find my keys.” That was believable.

“Really?” His hands trailing up your bare legs, only covered by a denim cladded mini skirt. “When I left an hour before you, could’a sworn the were on the gold dish on the counter.” Challenging you.

Your eyes growing ten times in size, “I, uh mean my wallet. Yeah, couldn’t find my wallet.” The goosebumps rising the closer he got to the hem of your mini skirt. Fingers playing with the distressed material as he hummed at your answer — not believing your words for a moment.

Bringing your body closer to him, his lips hovered over yours, “Sure it wasn’t something else that made you late?” Bourbon mixed with mint meeting your cotton candy like lips, “Maybe something like on your phone.”

Wicked, delicious and a dangerous game.

One of Bucky’s ring cladded, tattooed hand leaving your thigh as it met the heat of your cheek, thumb brushing against the high point, encouraging your answer, “How’d you figure it out.” Sheepishly asking with a glimmer of pride.

“Cause ‘m usually the one makin’ you look that way.”

“Bucky!” A hand meeting his concrete shoulder, doe eyed and face warmer than before and far pinker.

“Love it when ya scream my name.” Smiling before pressing his lips against yours. Bucky’s tattooed hands seemed to have a mind as they wandered around your body, meeting your legs , under your skirt and ever so lightly ghosting against your thighs which elicited a moan letting him deepen the kiss and sliding his tongue into your mouth.

A fucking dream come true. His best girl — perched on the bar, leather jacket and all, nape of the neck exposed for his lips, sloppy kisses and even messier hands.

“Which video did ya watch?” Bucky spoke against your lips, trailing down your jaw and to the column of your neck, a trail of destruction everywhere his lips connected to your skin.

“I— the one of us after Sam’s house party.” Gasping out when his teeth grazed your skin. “Y’know the one where you tore my panties right in half.”

“Didn’t seem to mind when I made you cum four different times that night.” He hums against you, eyes gleaming with pride when he met your eyes that were watching his every move.

Four years of love and two years of living together. Soulmates. Complete opposites, but alike in many ways.

A crisp autumn night, layered in a waffle white long sleeve tucked away in a leather jacket with light washed denim jeans. One too many tequilas as your sneaker cladded feet took you to the very man that you’d come home to every night and show you how much he loved you every morning. And Bucky thanked his lucky stars every day for those doe eyes and wicked tongue.

You fell hard and fast for the six foot something, leather wearing, tattoo covered biker.

Neither one of you loving someone the way you loved each other. Day in and day out proving your worth to one another.

“‘Specially when I did that thing with my tongue.” He mumbles out, his forefinger running between your wet folds followed by many curse words.

You gasped out a string of incoherent words when his cold rings could be felt when his finger dipped into your messy hole.

“Gonna let me wreck you.” Other ring adorned hand squeezing your bare thigh, voice dangerously low and the midnight eyes pleading for your acceptance. “Let me destroy this little pussy. Make her cry and squirm.” Retracting his finger to bring to his lips— tasting his favorite thing.

“Sweeter than ever.” He hummed out pressing his lips against yours so you could taste you on his lips. “And always so messy for me, for daddy.”

“Bucky.” You whine grinding against his jeans, trying to alleviate the ache between your legs. The pleading, close to pathetic look you were giving him was enough for him to flip your skirt up and blow against your puffy pussy. “Don’t tease me, touch me.” Lips pouty and prominent with the taunting promise of watching them quiver.

“Yeah? Want me to make ya sing, baby? Play with her all night? Make her weap and cry till she can’t take it anymore?”

A moan escapes from your bruises lips with a nod and eyes fluttering closed.

“Gonne let me eat your pussy, baby? Know you’re gonna be my good girl for daddy tonight.” He questions licking his lips as his eyes follow your glistening pussy, “Shit, baby. A drippin’ mess, s’all for me? Needs me that bad, huh?”

Nodding your head in response, your walls clench around his forefinger and middle finger, your head becomes even fuzzier when his lips connect with your clit as his tongue begins spelling words that word spoken between the two of you.

“Got the prettiest fuckin’ pussy ever. Can’t wait to show you what she looks like when ‘m done with her tonight.”

Your senses are in overdrive. Hypersensitive. And when his beard brushed against your folds the most pornographic sounds falls from your bruised lips and he inserts a second and a string of saliva leaving his lips runs against your folds to your hole.

It’s filthy and delicious.

The pathetic whimpers leaving your mouth mixed with the wetness from your pussy and the moans from Bucky are driving you closer to the edge.

“D— Daddy, ‘m gonna cum.” You cry out, squeezing your legs around his head, only making him shove his face further into your sensitive pussy. “Don’t stop, please.” Whining out rubbing your face against his mouth and beard. The burn of his hair increasing the pleasure and without a doubt leaving the promise of him on you tomorrow.

Bucky’s tongue laid flat against your clit, his eyes connecting to yours holding eye contact telling you to cum, to be his good girl. He’s desperate to taste you — your warm cream filling his mouth. He needs you spread on his beard and he’s begging for it with every lick and curl of his finger.

A few more swipes of his tongue — spelling his name, the promise of coming home and the curl of his cool cladded fingers brushing against your spongy spot was enough for you to cum, squirming against him as you see the stars.

Bucky continues to clean you up. Never missing a drop of the warm cream lapping up every last drop. Standing tall and proud with a smirk plastered on his lips, noticing how floaty and fucked out you already look.

Your slick glistening against his beard, swollen pillow like lips and blown pupils, “Think ya can give me another on, baby?” Bucky husks out, nudging his nose against yours — smelling you on him.

Your eyes lashes flutter close when your lips meet his, moaning into his mouth with the taste of you on the tip of his tongue, as you palm at the prominent bulge hidden beneath his jeans.

The zipper makes a loud, thick sound, as your hands find the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head— only left in your mini skirt when his angry cocks’ finally able to breathe.

“Shit— gettin’ pretty everytime I see you.” The butterflies soaring in your stomach when you feel the mushroom leaky tip drag up and down the reminiscence of the mess he created earlier before he eases the head into your sore but desperate hole.

“Just stretched her out this morning, how’s she this tight already.” Bucky continues, “Guess ‘ll have to fix that, seein she’s gonna suck me back in everytime I pull out.” Bottoming out — pelvis to pelvis, chest to chest.

“Gonna fuckin’ ruin her and you, baby. Gonna have her a weapin mess, beggin’ me for more after I fill her up.” Bucky states as he slams in and out of you at a bruising but promising speed.

Bucky fucks into you as if his life depends on it. His midnight eyes connecting where his cock meets your needy hole, moaning when he sees himself covered in your slick. Bucky’s balls slapping against your ass as words fall from his lips when he feels you suck him in and clench around him.

He pounds into you relentlessly, the girth is snug and length is delicious. His bulbous tip brushing against your g’spot, the delivering of every thrust is deliberate and tasteful. He’s demanding you feel everything that makes his cock — veins, crevice and mushroom tip.

“Daddy needs you to be a good girl. He needs ya to drench his cock. Need ya to make a slutty mess, c’mon I didn’t fuck you that stupid, yet. Cum for me. Make a mess so daddy can make a mess in you.” Bucky states, eyebrows furrowed, cock slipping in and out of you.

His balls are heavy. Begging for a release. Begging to fill your silky creamy walls. Needing it.

“Be a messy slut and cum for me.” Buckys fingers start rubbing your little clit, in small deliberate circles, as you moan loudly clenching his cock like a vice making his balls tighten and body tighten.

Your legs to shake and spazz around his thick thighs, as your pussy wheeps and creams around his cock riding out your orgasm.

“Good girl, baby, fuck, gonna cum.” Bucky moans ropes of his seed shot from his bulbous tip, spewing into your bruised and velvet like walls, flooding your pussy to the brim, riding out his and your orgasms.

A few moments of labored breaths and stolen kisses, he slowly slides himself out, careful to not let anything spill out. His fingers coming down to collect the cum that’s dripped out, collecting it and running his fingers along the rim of his glass— a promise to taste you the rest of the night.

“I have to save some of you for later Ace” Licking his lips and fingers once done.

Tucking himself away and helping you collect yourself you catch that lovestruck boyish look he’s given you a million times.

He cups your cheeks, cold rings flushed against your pink cheeks, keeping you close to his heart and the steady thumps beating at the same rate. Passionate and messy. Desperate and yearning. Actions speaking louder than words. Each kiss expressing the impact and heaviness of his love. Everything pouring into this kiss.

“Much as I love those sweet lips, gotta get ready to open the bar.” Speaking lowly and with a huff. Meeting your eyes as he leaned down for one last kiss.

“Oh and Ace,” Your eyes connect with his, your head titling to the side — indicating for him to continue, “Can’t wait to watch the security tape later.” His tongue licks the rim slowly and deliberately as he goes to get the supplies to clean the counter.

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bi-disaster-yn · 2 years

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Remnants of a Life

Pairing: husband!Bucky Barnes x wife!Reader

Summary: Bucky has the chance to get some of his possessions from his life in the 40s back but he needs his wife there to face it with him.

A/N: I had this idea in my head for a while but was inspired to write it when I saw this post and the comment @snugglingbucky left on it. I originally hadn’t intended for them to be married either but @buckiesbabie and I agreed that we needed more husband!Bucky fics. Enjoy! <3

“Just this way, sir.” the young and nervous museum clerk gestured down the clinically lit hallway. The invitation was intended for Bucky but the young man ended up directing it at you when he noticed your husband’s vacant expression. You nodded to him in response and gave Bucky’s hand a squeeze.

Normally Bucky’s strides easily overtook yours but today it was like his boots were filled with lead as he laboriously dragged them along the floor. You pulled him along with you gently as you followed the clerk.

Bucky’s hesitation did not come as a surprise to you. He’d been quiet and distant ever since he’d received the call from the Smithsonian. In an interesting turn of events, his sister, Rebecca Barnes had donated some of his belongings to the museum when Bucky had tragically fallen from the train. It was her way of telling the world her brother’s story. She’d hoped that if she shared pieces of him that people would remember him the way he always should be remembered: as a young man who’d given his life for his country. A hero.

The museum was only too happy to accept and had put the collection on display in the exhibit dedicated to Steve. In their minds, these were the belongings of a dead man which could be fashioned and shown off in any way that they chose. It then became clear after the Sokovia Accords and the blip that these items belonged to someone very much alive who had so much taken from him already. The least he deserved was the opportunity to take his possessions back.

The museum extended the olive branch to Bucky who could only bring himself to be here and face his past life because you’d agreed to come with him.

“Now, as I said before, you’re free to take anything you like. The rest we will either use for the Captain America exhibit or we will preserve.” The clerk explained as you reached the door, again intended for Bucky but instead being directed towards you.

Bucky had internalised his feelings about being presented with relics of his old life. He’d moved on and had settled into the modern age, adjusting to life after Hydra. He met and married you, the love of his life and someone he was always destined to find. Even if he had found another way to the present, or you had somehow found your way to the past; Bucky truly believed that you would always have found each other.

Nonetheless, your timeline had manifested the way it did; with years of Bucky in captivity and then having to adapt and recover in a new world. He thought himself an entirely different person now and was terrified of having to face his old life. The anxiety that he wouldn’t be able to recognise his old self made his chest tighten and he held on to your hand tightly in a desperate attempt to ground himself.

“You ready, Buck?” You asked softly, giving his hand another gentle squeeze and rubbed your thumb over his knuckles soothingly.

“Yeah.” Bucky sighed, finally acknowledging the clerk and giving him a nod. Your husband took a deep breath as the door was unlocked and opened for him.

The little room containing Bucky’s things was eery. Everything was folded and presented neatly for his inspection on tables that ran along the length of a room. Bucky scanned everything, recognising them but not feeling a claim over them in any way. It was like these objects had belonged to a ghost and he would be a thief if he dared to take anything from their special place.

After assessing that Bucky wouldn’t make the first move, you took some careful steps towards the table to observe the items on display. You nonchalantly inspected each item, ghosting your fingertips over them. Your ability to make this look like not such a big deal inspired Bucky to follow after you. He didn’t need to be so scared: he had you.

Your fingertips had landed on his cap that sat atop his neatly folded war uniform. You traced along the edges of it and felt the roughness of the old fabric on your skin.

“I made Steve try that on when they first gave me my uniform, it looked so funny and large on his small head.” Bucky chuckled sheepishly, looking down and playing with his hands.

It was the first time Bucky had said a full sentence all day and it had taken you by surprise. Looking up at him, you met his gaze and gave him an animated smile which invited him to tell you more.

“Well, Steve was the one that actually wanted to go to war. I was drafted. I uh… I wanted to make him feel like part of it, you know? He was always doing stupid stuff like getting into fights he’d never win. I thought if he tried on the uniform that it would get the stupid idea out of his head.” Bucky continued.

He looked at your eager face and realised you hadn’t said anything in a while. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m droning on.” He quickly said and went back to rubbing his vibranium thumb in little circles on the palm of his flesh hand.

“No please, tell me more.” You encouraged, perfectly content to listen to his stories from the 40s that Bucky rarely, if ever, shared with you. In truth, it sometimes felt like your husband had a double life and the side from the 40s was something that you were not permitted entry to. It seemed that you knew more about his time as the winter soldier rather than as the young man from Brooklyn who took pretty girls out on a Friday night with his scrawny friend and was dragged into a war he didn’t want to fight in.

“Well,” Bucky started, shuffling closer to the table to get a better look at everything. His hand found its way to the small of your back and it stayed there, being steadied both physically and mentally by you. It made you grin and as you looked up at him you could see the stern concentration of his face while his brain processed the memories.

“This isn’t anything special, it’s just a watch my dad gave to me.” He explained as he landed on a simple watch with a small round face and a brown leather strap. “Although, he did always say that it was important to never be late, so I guess it taught me a valuable lesson. And have I ever been late?”

You giggled and shook your head in response to his question which he had partnered with a cheeky grin. “No, baby. You were always on time for our dates. Picked me up at the exact times you said you would.”

“Exactly.” He smiled warmly at you. “Couldn’t have my best girl waiting.”

Bucky looked at the clerk as if for permission before putting the watch on but then a tinge of embarrassment flushed as he realised he didn’t need to. It was his watch; he could take it or leave it as he pleased. His focus returned to the watch and soon it found itself back on his wrist where it belonged.

It ignited a new confidence in Bucky as he stood up a little straighter and analysed the remaining items on the table with more purpose. He let out a chuckle as he picked up a book that was obviously from a bygone era from the cover design but was otherwise perfectly preserved. Your eyes followed Bucky’s fingers as he traced shapes on the mountains on the hardback cover. It was a copy of Tolkien’s The Hobbit.

“Sam will laugh when he hears about this.” Bucky said. “He seemed to be surprised that I knew about Gandalf. But I read this when it first came out, way before the movies were released.”

“Who knew my husband was such a nerd?” You smirked and pinched his side playfully. Bucky let out a hearty laugh; his eyes creased and he flashed those brilliant white teeth. It made your heart do a victory leap to see him relax and get more comfortable. The anxiety that had plagued him before coming here was ebbing away by the second.

“I hope this isn’t a dealbreaker for you.” He joked, rubbing his thumbs over the book as if he was considering purchasing it in a store.

“Of course not.” You kissed his cheek and rubbed his back. “Are you gonna take it?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “I have a copy of it on the Kindle you got me for Christmas.”

“Yeah, but this is beautiful, and –“ you opened the front cover of the book “it’s a first edition! Bucky, if you don’t take it then I will!”

“Alright, alright!” Bucky chuckled and sat it down to the side so he could review more of his possessions.

A ring sat in the middle of everything and you might have missed it if you weren’t looking for it. Instinctively, Bucky grabbed it and picked it up. The smile on his face from earlier had been replaced with a frown and his lip quivered slightly.

“This was mom’s ring! I wish Rebecca had kept that.” Bucky sighed, holding on to the ring with both of his thumbs, as though it would shatter if he dropped it. “I know she wanted me to have it, to give to my wife, but Rebecca deserved to hold on to it. She thought I was dead afterall.”

It was a pretty ring; a gold band with lilac oval stones forming a flower shape. It was probably a very grand thing for a working class woman of her time to own.

“It’s a very pretty ring, Buck. At least it’s with its rightful owner now.” You commented in a bid to reassure him.

“Well actually, you’re its rightful owner,” Bucky smiled lightly at you. “Like I said, mom wanted me to give it to my wife. Sorry it arrived a little late. I would have liked to have proposed to you with it but I thought it was lost forever.”

You thanked him by putting your hand to the back of his head and pulling his face in to press a loving kiss to his forehead. The gesture left you feeling grateful to have been trusted with something clearly so precious to Bucky. For a long time now, you had been used to being the only family that Bucky had. This introduction into his old life had admittedly, made you feel a bit alienated. It was the life he was supposed to have but he was cruelly stripped of. Whilst you had accepted that you would never have the relationship with Rebecca and his parents that you had wanted, it still stung that the opportunity had been snatched from both you and him.

Bucky giving you this ring and connecting his old life with his new one reminded you that in every circumstance, in every chain of events, in every universe: he was meant to find you.

“Bucky, I don’t know what to say.” You eventually offered. Bucky lifted your hand to try and put the ring on one of your fingers but it became clear very quickly that it was not going to fit. It only deepened the severity of his frown.

“I mean, we can always go somewhere to get that fixed. People can do that right? Alter the size of rings?” Bucky started to panic, fixating on the ring with fierce concentration as though his staring was a magical power that would change the size of it.

You offered a small smile in response, also disappointed that the ring wouldn’t fit. It seemed to invalidate your earlier theory that he was meant to find you. If it were true, the ring would have fit perfectly.

Nevertheless, you mulled it over. That ring wasn’t a symbol of Bucky’s love for you; the one already on your left hand which he had picked out carefully and specifically was. This was his mother’s ring, a Barnes family heirloom. He was its rightful owner and the one most deserving to hold on to it. An idea formulated in your head as you spotted Bucky’s dog tags peeping out of the collar of his t-shirt.

Without warning, you reached up and pulled the chain over his head and undid the clasp. You took the ring from Bucky’s now trembling fingers and fed it through the chain so that the ring sat next to the tags, making a rather chunky necklace.

You presented it back to him with an explanation. “Now you’ll always have a piece of your mom to carry round with you. Then, when you give your tags to me when you go on missions, I’ll take care of her for you and we can wait together on our Bucky coming home.”

Bucky swallowed thickly, overwhelmed at how thoughtful and sincere you were. He tried to speak several times but his throat closed over and kept him silent. You gave him a small smile and put the tags round his neck again and he immediately clasped his flesh hand over the ring now situated on his chest over his heart. You ran your fingers through his hair slowly to ground him.

“I love you.” He choked out eventually, still holding on to the ring as though it would disappear if he let go.

“I know,” you smiled. “I love you too.”

Bucky inhaled deeply as he took one last scan over the items. He put his hand on a small antique frame containing a sepia tone photograph of Bucky in his war uniform and a girl who looked a lot younger than him who you deduced as being Rebecca.

Rebecca had sat on a chair while Bucky stood next to her with his hands behind his back – a pose that had made him look older and wiser than he probably had been when the picture was taken. It was like a picture your grandparent would show you so that you may have an insight on their youth. Instead, you recognised your husband that you had found yourself only too lucky to wake up to everyday. The only difference was the man standing next to you had a vibranium arm and the weight of years of atrocities on his shoulders.

“She’d have really liked you, you know?” Bucky finally said, tracing his thumb over Rebecca’s face.

“Do you think so?” You asked, peering over his shoulder to get a better look at the photograph. This was the only connection you had to his sister and you studied her image in hopes it might make you understand her better.

“I know so.” He asserted. “She’d see how happy you make me and that would be all that mattered.”

“You make me really happy too, Bucky.” You grinned and gave his back another quick rub. His gaze was still concentrating on the picture and you decided it was best to let him have a moment with his sister. You picked up The Hobbit and made your way over to the door to wait on him. He stood in contented silence for a few more moments before straightening his back and coming over to join you.

“Did you get everything you wanted?” The clerk addressed Bucky after having waited outside while you both toured Bucky’s past.

“Do you have a copy of this picture?” Bucky asked, completely ignoring the question posed to him and held up the picture of him and Rebecca so he could see.

“We do, sir. We keep copies and scans of everything.”

“Well, I think you should put it in the exhibit.” Bucky said, taking another look down at the picture. “If you wanna tell my story, you gotta tell hers too.”

“Sure, Sergeant Barnes, I’ll pass that on.” The clerk enthusiastically agreed and led the way out while you and Bucky followed leisurely.

“That was a nice thing you did for Rebecca, I’m so proud of you.” You beamed at him. He put his arm round you and flashed you one of his perfect and pearly white smiles that never failed to bring out a rose tint on your cheeks.

“She deserves it.” He replied and kissed your temple gently. “Thank you for coming today. I didn’t want to face this on my own.”

Your arm found its way round his back and your hand rested on his hip, sighing contentedly. “I would do anything for you, Buck.”

“I’d do anything for you too.”

Both of you felt a sense of vitality and freshness as you left the building, despite the items you were leaving with being decades old. The nervous man you’d came here with this morning had been left behind and, in his place, had emerged an assured and satisfied one. The watch, novel, ring and photograph seemed unnoteworthy on their own but they closed the gap between Bucky’s life with you and his life in the 40s in your mind. There was no longer a divide between you and Rebecca and his parents; now unionised with these remnants of his old life and with your love for Bucky.

A complete family.

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Hello lovely,

I saw your post that your requests are open, so I will give it a try =)

Imagine Bucky and reader are best friends but they have a huge argument and now they don't talk to each other for days. She's feeling really bad, missing him. He is her most important person and now without interacting with him for days, she's feeling lost and lonely and heartbroken. Maybe she has not a super power and is only a normal human, helping the Avengers with IT or something. Due to the argument with her best friend and not talking to Bucky (Bucky ignores her completely) she begins to feel it not only mental but also physically. She can't eat probably and at the end falls deathly sick.... With a fluffy happy ending and a worried and protective Bucky

Please. That would be nice.

Take care honey

oh my goodness— my heart 😭❤️ the angst is gonna hurt, but i’m such a sucker for it. i had so much fun writing this one, thank you for requesting and i hope you like it🥰

Love Hurts

♡ Pairing: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: You and Bucky get into a heated argument, things are said and done and now he won’t speak to you. You don’t think you can handle him ignoring your existence.

♡ Warnings: language, mentions of bucky’s trauma, heavy angst, malnourishment, depression, anxiety/panic attacks, minor injuries, hospitalization, suicidal ideation, self hate, literally hurt just writing this

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | MATURE CONTENT 18+

Your nails bit into your palm, denting the flesh— threatening to pierce the delicate skin. It was all to hold yourself back, distract you from the words that wanted to burst out.

It was becoming a sickening routine, Bucky was reckless and had yet another near death experience on his recent mission. The anxiety and the nerves stopping your body from functioning— the dreaded wait for his jet to arrive back at the compound. You shouldn’t have to be used of receiving the call that he had yet again made a reckless move— but you were starting to discover a pattern.

It did nothing to ease the panic that swirled in your chest every time he left for missions. You’d sob, throwing up everything you had eaten that day— unable to stomach anything with the idea that Bucky was on a mission. You never found your anxiety to be so severe— but when Bucky was even mentioned about going on a mission… it spiked.

That’s where you found yourself in his room, watching him pace the space— avoiding your frustrated stare. You weren’t angry at him per say— you were angry that he didn’t value his life.

“Seriously (Y/n)— you get so worked up over nothing. I’m here and alive— isn’t that enough?” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration.

You pressed your nails tighter to your palm, yet the pain couldn’t stop your thundering thoughts.

“You’re here and alive now, until you do some stupid shit like this again and are dead!” You hissed, trying to keep your voice low but you didn’t know how much longer you could control yourself.

He glared at you, squinting his eyes in anger and then rolling his eyes.

“Oh for fucks sake— can you stop fucking babying me? I can handle myself!” He raised his voice, his metal arm whirring.

“I’m not babying you— I’m just scared you’re gonna get yourself killed. Do you care about your life at all?” You asked him aggressively, your voice raising just a tad.

He took a long pause, staring at you with his face void of emotion— only annoyance.

“Not really.” He admitted.

You were taken back, although you had these conversations with him a time or twenty. It was an ongoing process to get him to slowly love himself— his past as The Winter Soldier torturing his soul. He was so convinced he wasn’t deserving of anything, not even a roof over his head. It was a struggle to help him, but you weren’t going to give up on him.

“You realize if anything ever happened to you I—” Your voice broke, needing a breath, “Buck I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”

You thought you saw his eyes flash with guilt, but before you could linger on the look for too long— his face was hardening again.

“That doesn’t sound like my problem.” He mumbled out, making your eyes widen.

You were extremely taken back from those words, your chest aching painfully— him not knowing what effect those words had on you.

“Are you fucking serious?” You asked him, your face morphing into a hurt expression, mixed with anger. “Can you just do your job without trying to kill yourself?”

His face grew red with rage and he was stomping up towards you— his face inches from yours.

“I am doing my job— very well in fact. Unlike you who just fucking sits here doing nothing!” He defended himself, his breath hitting your face in warm pants.

“Doing nothing? Buck— why are you like this?” You puffed your chest, not backing down from his towering form.

But your words seemed to have hit a nerve, as he shrunk back slightly, narrowing his gaze at you.

“Like what?”

You furrowed your brows, slowing your racing heart from the shouting— you weren’t sure you had said anything bad. Did you?

“What?” You squeaked out, nervous now.

“You said, why am I like this… like what?” He pushed, stepping closer to you now, his face still red with anger but you could see the hurt in his eyes.

You swallowed and wondered how to convince him you didn’t mean anything bad by what you said. But you were almost positive it would be an impossible task to get Bucky to listen.

“Buck, I didn’t mean anythin—”

“What— you think I’m not capable of doing my job? You think I’m still the monster hydra made me?” He spat, his chest rising and falling quicker.

“No, no Buck listen—”

That was definitely not what you meant, you could tell he was spiraling and you were still confused as to why. You would never make him think that.

“After 70 fucking years I finally have a job that I like— that I enjoy doing— I fucking help people! I’m finally doing some good and now you’re telling me I’m not capable of doing it?” He boomed, his chest puffing into yours and your stumbled back slightly. “You think I’m only capable of being a monster? Huh? Is that what you fucking think?”

You were growing scared now, the look in his eyes wild with something and you didn’t like how close he was to you— you knew he’d never hurt you but your fear overwhelmed your senses.

“Friday— call Steve and Sam in here now!” You shouted into the room, and Bucky’s eyes squinted painfully— his metal arm whirring again.

Bucky only saw one thing— you didn’t reassure him that he was thinking irrationally. You didn’t correct him that he wasn’t the monster. Instead you called for help, that you were clearly scared— because you thought he was a monster.

He was at a loss for words and just stared at you, almost through you— as his breathing was only getting heavier at the sight of your fearful eyes.

Not even minutes later, Steve and Sam were busting through the door, taking in the scene and separated you and Bucky.

“Hey— what’s going on?” Steve asked in between the two of you. “Buck, what’s wrong man?”

You couldn’t seem to find the words and just stood speechless as well— the fight startling you. This was one of the worst ones, and it was also one that still left you confused. You cursed yourself for not being careful enough with your words— but it was almost impossible to get through to him when he was on the brink of having an episode.

Sam walked closer to you, his facing morphing into concern as he took in your shocked expression.

“(Y/n)? You okay? Did he hurt you?” Sam whispered, keeping his words only between you two.

You slowly shook your head but still didn’t respond verbally.

“Okay, okay that’s good. You wanna go get a drink from downstairs? Why don’t we take a breather okay?” Sam suggested softly, big brother mode kicking in at the sight of your frazzled state.

Without another word, you left the room with Sam— missing the devastated look from Bucky.

Steve waited until the door shut, then his attention was back on Bucky.

“Buck, you gotta talk to me man— what happened?” He asked softly, watching his friend slowly relax, but it wasn’t from being in a relaxing mood— his body and mind were just exhausted from the argument.

“I fucked everything up. That’s what happened.” He mumbled, turning away from Steve to sit on the edge of his bed.

Steve followed behind but stood in front of him, shaking his head— ready to argue.

“You didn’t mess anything up, arguments happen. You guys will work it out. I know how much you mean to each other.” Steve pointed out, watching Bucky’s face unchanging.

“You didn’t see the way she looked at me— she’s scared of me I—” He shuttered, his breath shaky as he remembered your look, “I fucking scared her.”

Steve’s chest ached, the state of his friend breaking his heart. He knew Bucky meant no harm, and he almost for a fact knew that you knew that too. But Bucky for sure didn’t believe that himself.

“I didn’t see what you saw, but I can guarantee you that she’s not afraid of you. This is (Y/n) we are talking about. You are her world Buck.” Steve tried to convince him.

Bucky shook his head, running his flesh hand through his hair.

“I think I just need to stay away from her for awhile.” Bucky came up with instead.

Steve immediately started shaking his head, knowing that was the last thing he needed.

“Bucky I—”

“Please Steve… I just need some space.” Bucky pleaded, his body sagging in exhaustion.

Steve couldn’t find it in himself to argue with him anymore about this. Maybe he did need some time to himself, to cool down and gather his thoughts. Also Steve wasn’t going to force him to anything ever. After the years his pal went through— he would never make him do anything. He had enough things decided for him, and Steve wasn’t about to stoop to hydra’s level.

Meanwhile down in the kitchen, Sam was getting you a glass of water— standing across from your seated form at the island. He slid the cup across, sending a worried glance at you.

“(Y/n)?” Sam snapped his fingers getting your attention.

You were shaken from your state of staring, but even snapped out of the trance— the anxieties still swirled within you.

“Yeah sorry… I’m here.” You whispered, grabbing the glass and taking a tiny sip.

Sam gave you a quizzical expression, watching you start to slip back into a mindless stare— so he spoke up.

“You wanna tell me what happened?” He asked, genuinely curious what had went down.

He knew— hell everyone knew you and Bucky were extremely close. Best of friends, always there for one another— dancing on the line of strictly friends to lovers. Truthfully, Sam found it completely obnoxious and just wanted you two together already.

“I don’t really know… I think I said the wrong thing— I didn’t mean to make him upset.” You confessed, keeping your eyes on the countertop, not risking a glance to Sam.

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up— mistakes happen. I’m sure he’ll forgive you.” Sam told you.

You shook your head, gripping the cup tighter.

“God I hope so… I don’t know what I’d do without him.” You whispered pathetically, tears welling in your eyes.

Sam reached out to rub your arm comfortingly, trying to relax you so you didn’t start crying. He hated to see you cry— made his heart hurt.

“It’s been a long day for everyone, why don’t you go head upstairs and get some sleep. I’m sure things will have blown over by tomorrow.” He suggested and you finally met his gaze, smiling weakly and nodding.

Without saying goodbye, you stood up and headed to your room. Taking Sam’s words and playing them on repeat in your head.

Tomorrow is another day, tomorrow would be better.

God had you hoped that was the case— it only was the beginning on the torment.

You had slept in longer than usual, but overall felt refreshed. The first thing that came to mind when fully waking up was Bucky. Immediately you headed downstairs to find him— needing to talk with him— apologize.

Making it down to the kitchen, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in at the sight of him sitting at the island— sipping at his coffee. You furrowed your brows, thinking he'd be done with his coffee by now, since you had slept in. Your chest ached with guilt with the possibility that he didn't sleep well.

You took a deep breath before making yourself known, although you were sure be could sense you in the room— considering he was a super soldier.

"Morning Buck." You announced, walking around the island so you could face him.

He kept his gaze down at his coffee, finding the cup more interesting than you.

Okay, that’s fair. You thought, you most probably deserved that reaction.

“You sleep okay?” You asked again, picking at the skin on your nails nervously.

Again— he didn’t even lift his head. In fact, he wasn’t even acknowledging you. You waited several minutes for a response, the silence becoming thick with tension and you couldn’t stand it.

“Bucky?” You tried, and this time he lifted his head.

Your heart twinged in your chest at his bloodshot eyes, clear evidence that he hadn’t gotten good sleep. You hated yourself for causing him the stress, especially knowing he was just starting to actually get hours of sleep. It was huge progress compared to his nights either screaming awake or just staring at the walls. But now you had to go and ruin all that progress. You felt sick to your stomach— disgusted with yourself.

“I’m really sorry about last night… I didn’t like how ugly it got and I’m sorry if I said something to upset you— you know I’d never intentionally hurt you.” You told him, picking more aggressively at your nails, causing to nail beds to bleed.

You swallowed nervously when he didn’t answer right away, instead staring at you with… what was that? Disgust? You didn’t know, but you hated the look altogether.

“Bucky, please say something.” You pleaded.

Bucky lowered his gaze to his coffee again, taking a minute before he stood up and looked your way.

“I just need some space.” He told you quietly.

You were relived to have him finally talk to you, but to hear him suggest space between you two— you could almost feel the knife digging into your chest. You tried to keep a neutral expression but otherwise felt your bottom lip quiver.

Without giving you time to respond, Bucky was walking out of the room— leaving you standing there speechless, lungs begging for air. You didn’t want your mind to go immediately to that thought, but you couldn’t ignore it either— he hated you.

“Hey babe, I need you to help me out in the lab tod—” Tony came busting into the room, but immediately shut up once he saw your broken expression. “Honey, what’s wrong? You alright?”

You nodded your head, lying to him and yourself and started waving him off with the fakest smile.

“Yeah— yeah I’m good. Just need to uh— need to get some things done.” You told him, your eyes darting all around the room, the familiar feeling of panic seeping into your being.

Tony gave you a ‘really?’ look and stepped closer to you.

“(Y/n) I’m not blind— I can see you’re upset. Talk to m—”

“Seriously Tony— I’m fine! Just leave it alone!” You told him a little too aggressively.

His face was taken back and you felt guilty immediately, cursing yourself for hurting everyone.

Why are you such a fucking issue? Your mind screamed at you.

You didn’t waste another second and sped walked out of the room, needing to calm yourself down before you ran into any one else. You were spiraling and you needed to just relax— take a deep breath. Maybe you just needed one more day and things would be back to normal.

Yeah… just one more day.

You had hoped that was the case as well… but as always— things only got worse.

Bucky refused to talk to you or even look at you. He’d given you the cold shoulder for almost two weeks now. He would get up and leave the second you entered the room. He couldn’t stand you it seemed.

You couldn’t keep hiding your hurt. At first, you had done a good job at hiding how you were really feeling. Saving the sobbing and attacks for when you were alone in your room. As the days lingered on, you found yourself weak and drained— you didn’t have enough energy to put up a charade anymore.

The whole team were sending you worried looks, and attempted to talk with you. But the second they’d try— you’d bolt. The subject was too sensitive, too raw. You didn’t want to talk to anyone but Bucky— and he hated you.

You had missed so many meals, forgetting to eat with your mental struggles throughout the days. You had been getting no more than two hours of sleep. You were so stressed, so stuck in your own mind that you couldn’t function. Even when you had managed to remember to eat, your stomach would knot up to the point that you were throwing everything up. You were gaunt, basically a real life zombie. You needed help— but you needed Bucky more.

You were laying in bed staring unknowingly into space, it had been hard to focus with no food or sleep in your system— so you had only managed to lay here. Even that was exhausting, no matter how much you laid around— your mind wouldn’t stop the assault. Your anxiety had never been this bad, you were a prisoner to it.

Knocking at your door had you jumping, your heart racing— and for a moment you forgot where you were.

You’re in the compound… yeah that’s right.

You slowed your breathing and swung your legs sluggishly over the edge of the bed to answer it. You weren’t prepared for the sudden dizzy spell, your vision spotting with black and white specks. You tried to blink it off, but suddenly you were toppling to the ground.

You fell to the floor with a loud thump, luckily landing on your front, your hands somehow catching most of your fall— you could already feel the throbbing in your palms.

You didn’t hear the persistent knocking, or the door open. You didn’t even hear the voice speaking from the doorway. It was when a hand landed on your shoulder that you were gasping, forgetting your surroundings once again.

Your eyes met Steve’s and you swore your heart was about to beat out of your chest.

“(Y/n) are you alright?” He asked you, hovering his hands over you— not sure what you had hurt.

You furrowed your brows, looking him over.

“Steve what are… what are you doing here?” You asked genuinely confused.

You watched Steve’s eyes widen and he swallowed nervously— his expression growing more concerned.

“(Y/n) it’s okay… I’ve got you.” Steve hushed, and he was pulling you into his chest, hugging you protectively.

You were still confused but then you tasted one of your stray tears, and you immediately came to your senses. You were crying in Steve’s arms… but why? You were having gaps of time missing from you, this wasn’t the first time this had happened— you just didn’t seem to care.

“Steve… my head hurts.” You slurred into his chest, sagging against him.

You were grateful that he was here, you desperately needed someone around. You were just hoping that someone would’ve been Bucky.

“Okay, let’s get you to Helen. She’s gonna take care of you, okay?” Steve asked you, and you could only give a weak nod.

He knew there was no way you were walking there, so he hoisted you up into his arms, and cradled your head as he started to the med bay.

You just stared blankly at his chest, not really caring if Steve were to throw you off the roof of the building. You just didn’t care.

Steve had gotten you down to her, and she checked you out. Alerting Steve that you were extremely malnourished, dehydrated— an insomniac. She kept listing off all the things Steve was afraid to hear. The whole time he was sure you didn’t hear a thing, although you were in the room— you were just checked out.

Helen eventually left, and Steve took his opportunity to speak with you. He pulled up a chair next to the hospital bed and grabbed your hand.

“(Y/n), what’s going on? You can talk to me— you can’t keep doing this to yourself. Please… just talk to me.” Steve whispered, pleading with you that you would stop torturing yourself.

“He hates me.” You mumbled.

Steve’s eyes widened and he frowned, knowing what you meant. He knew he let this go on for too long.

“(Y/n) he doesn’t hate you. He just needed time to himself, so he co—”

“I didn’t mean to hurt his feelings, I don’t even know what I said to hurt him but I—” You rushed out, the heart monitor beeping frantically, “I’m a horrible person, I didn’t mean to— I didn’t mean to!”

You wheezed out, clutching your chest as you couldn’t catch your breath. Your cheeks glistened with a steady stream of tears, your wheezing only growing by the second.

“Okay, okay (Y/n)— I need you to slow your breathing. You’re okay, he doesn’t hate you. Just take deep breaths okay— even if you can’t just try. I’m here.” He tried to coach you, but this wasn’t his thing.

Now he was starting to get mad at his friend, Bucky shouldn’t of let this go on for this long.

You followed his chest rising and falling, staring at him as he tried to calm you down. Your breaths were heavy and painful sounding. Steve was about to say something but stopped himself when he saw your eyes look behind him.

He turned and saw Bucky standing in the doorway— his face paled. Truthfully, he looked like he was going to be sick.

“(Y/n)?” He whispered, his heart breaking at your state.

He had ran into Helen in the kitchen and was informed of your condition— he didn’t believe it and had to see for himself. He was shocked to find you like this.

Your tears only edged on from his appearance and you shook your head in shame.

“I’m sorry Bucky! Whatever I did, I’m sorry!” You sobbed and Bucky ran to the bed, kneeling down and taking your hands into his.

“Doll it’s okay, you’re okay. I’m here— I’m here. I’m not gonna leave you… I’m sorry.” He rushed out, shushing your cries, watching you slow your breathing at his words. “There we go, just keep breathing with me. I’m here, you’re okay.”

He kept repeating himself, making sure you knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

Steve knew you were in good hands and slowly snuck out of the room— knowing you two needed to talk.

Bucky tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, letting his fingers trail down your cheek to your jaw. You couldn’t help the way your face leaned into his touch, it felt like it had been forever since the last one.

Your breathing had slowed down, and now you just stared up at him— eyes glossy with more tears. You felt so many emotions. You felt relived, but also angry and hurt. Above all— you needed to know what you did to upset him. The guilt still ate away at your heart, and even just the memory of the argument had your chest aching.

“What did I do?” You whispered, making his eyes shoot up to yours, concern painting his face.

“You didn’t do anything.” He told you, and you furrowed your brows.

You were still anxious— he hadn’t answered your question. Even more so— if you didn’t do anything then why did he ignore you?

“Then why?”

“Why what (Y/n)?” He dared to ask, and you scoffed— ripping your hands out of his.

The anger was approaching.

“Why did you shut me out?” You wondered, and he only let his eyes cast down to the bed— making you angrier. “You ignored me for two weeks! Two fucking weeks you just acted as if I didn’t exist! Do you know how much that fucking hurts?”

You were breathing heavy again, but this time it wasn’t from panic— it was the full force of all your anger bursting out.

He lifted his eyes to you, and you saw how broken he looked. How your state had affected him.

“I could never do that to you Buck— I would never do that to you! You’re my everything! I don’t trust anyone as much as I trust you!” You raised your voice, while he stayed silent. “If I didn’t do anything then why would you— why—”

You broke out into a sob, covering your face with your hands. You felt good getting all the built up anger out— but now you felt extremely guilty. The pitiful face of Bucky staring at you, causing your heart to hurt all over again. It didn’t matter what happened, you always ended up hurting others.

“(Y/n) I’m so sorry I— god I fucked up. I didn’t ever mean to hurt you, please know that. You’re my other half, and no one has ever been there for me like you have.” He spoke through a tight throat, swelling with emotion.

You uncovered your face and just stared at him a little longer, still incredibly hurt from his actions— but you knew you couldn’t stay mad at him. You so badly wanted to forgive and forget— and just wrap him in your arms like you both needed.

“It’s hard to explain what’s wrong with me to someone when I don’t even understand what’s wrong with me— I just know I’m fucked up. I’m broken beyond repair.” His voice broke, his own eyes welling with tears.

You didn’t have it in you to keep up an angry facade, and so you reached out and took his hand in yours. His face almost immediately lit up, his breathing slowing at your touch.

“Try me.” You whispered, watching Bucky take a deep breath before he spoke again.

“The night of our fight…” He started, and you swallowed in having to remember that night. “I had never seen you look at me like that.”

You stayed silent, afraid to open your mouth and have a sob escape. You could feel it bubbling up— the memory playing back through your mind.

“You looked at me like you were scared. You looked at me like I was a monster.” He confessed and it all made sense to you now.

It wasn’t about what you said, it was your reaction that disturbed him to no ends. Even if you couldn’t control your reaction in the moment— you still felt guilty for causing him pain of remembering the hydra days.

“Oh Buck…” You whimpered, trying to pull him close— but he pulled away before he could reach your embrace.

“No— you don’t get to be nice to me after what I did. I promised I would never hurt you and I did— you’re in here because of me! I don’t deserve your forgiveness!” He raised his voice, and you weren’t scared of him— just concerned.

“I wasn’t scared of you Bucky, you just caught me off guard. Things were heated— I’m not afraid of you and I most definitely don’t think you’re a monster.” You tried to convince him.

“I really hope you’re not lying because if you were afraid of me… god I don’t know what I’d do. If you never wanted to see me again— that’s fine. Whatever you want, but I can’t live knowing you’re afraid of me.” He whimpered out.

“I wouldn’t lie to you.”

He nodded his head, knowing damn well you’d never lie. That was one thing he loved about you— you were so honest. Keeping it real with him, even if he didn’t wanna hear it. He could count on you for the truth.

“I still don’t deserve your forgiveness.” He argued.

“Well too bad, I’m forgiving you anyway.” You finally told him and he felt his chest expand.

Like he could finally breath.

“Why?” He wondered.

You knew it was the line you two had been dancing on forever— but you knew if there was ever a time to say it. It was now.

“Because I love you.” You admitted quietly.

His eyes widened just slightly, and his breath stuttered. He had always had a feeling what you two had was more than friends, he just never spoke up about it. Of course he loves you too— god he loves you so much. That’s why the thought of you being scared of him was enough to pull him away. He couldn’t bear being around you if you were frightened by him. He couldn’t live with himself. More importantly he now discovered, he really couldn’t live without you.

“I love you so much.” He confessed back as your tears leaked down your cheeks.

You pulled his arm, and he let you pull him to the bed— close enough where you could cup both his cheeks.

“Don’t ever do that to me again, please. I need you Bucky— life is not livable without you.” You cried, kissing his forehead to which he leaned into your lips.

“Never again— I promise.”

This time, he wouldn’t break it.

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 7 months

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Big Boy

Kinktober 2023 - Day 3

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Petite!Fem!Reader

Kink: Size Kink

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: You meet Bucky in Romania and you show him a good time for the first time in 70 years.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected sex, unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, creampie, oral sex (f! receiving) , hickies, size kink, overstimulation, missionary), slight!inexperienced!Bucky, lots of fluff, smitten!Bucky

a/n: Hello everyone! Here is Day 3! I'm working on the days I missed but it might be a while! Hope you enjoy!

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Bucky has been in Romania for almost a year and he liked his crappy apartment, taking odd jobs, but his favorite thing to do was come down to the fruit market outside of his apartment. His favorite stand was the plum and baked goods stand run by you. The most beautiful dame he’s ever seen and he loves talking to you because you listen and treat him normally, not like a freak which everyone else treats him like. They avoid him like the plague and don’t ever talk to him but you? You will stand and talk to him for hours no matter how many people avoid your booth but you couldn’t care less. He was so charming and yet with a shyness that you found it so adorable. You would talk his ear off which he found adorable and he did want to ask you out, he was terrified if his past caught up to him then you would get hurt in the crossfire.

But then, you asked him out for a cup of coffee. He said yes. Then one date turned into two and now it was after your fourth date that he found himself in your small house outside of the city. It was small but neat, wall to wall bookshelves, somewhat modern kitchen with a cozy reading nook in the bay window and it was perfect. It smelled like you making him calm as your scent surrounds him. You walked over with two cups of tea and handed him one as you sat down beside him.

“I know it’s not much but it’s home.” You said as you sip your tea. He smiled and shook his head, “It’s beautiful, doll. It represents you.” He said as he sipped his tea then set the cup down.

You set your mug down and turned to face him, “I have a confession.”

He suddenly became a little nervous but swallowed silently. “What’s going on?”

You took a deep breath and bit your lip before speaking, “I know this is only our fourth date and I don’t want to rush or anything but… I really want you, tonight.” You whispered as you peered up at his curious blue eyes.

“O-oh, doll. I-I would love to, it’s just it’s been a while and I’m not sure how well I would… um… perform.” He said hesitantly and you nodded as you listened.

“I totally understand that and we don’t have to do anything tonight. I just wanted to bring up the subject.” You whispered sheepishly but his super hearing caught it and he sighed but gave you a warm smile.

“How about we start and you just show me what you like?” He offered with a genuine smile which made your heart warm.

You nodded and bit your lip, “I would like that.” You smiled and you slowly leaned over to cup his cheek with one hand and your lips ghosted over his.

You leaned up to press a soft and loving kiss to his lips. Bucky’s cheeks warmed as you went slow with him and his large hands grasped your waist gently and helped you straddle his lap as you two continued to kiss passionately and slowly. He smiled against your lips and he pulled back to kiss down your jaw and neck slowly remembering the few times he was with a girl and how they liked their neck kissed. You gasped softly as you felt his teeth gently graze against your skin, your hands moved up to his hair combing through it gently feeling the soft locks through your fingers. He had washed his hair for tonight because you two were going to a fancy restaurant so he decided to get cleaned up for you which he’s thankful he did.

You pulled his head back up to kiss his lips passionately as you moved your hands down to start unbuttoning his shirt slowly, once undone you ran your hands up his chest softly. He froze under your touch as you got close to his metal arm and you felt him tense and you pulled away to look up at him.

“What’s wrong?” You asked cupping his face gently.

“I… um… lost my arm in the war and it’s really messed up.” He said self-consciously as he laid his head back on the couch.

You sighed and pulled his face down to look you in your eyes. “I don’t care about scars or missing limbs or anything like that. You are the sweetest man I’ve ever met and no matter what you look like, it doesn’t matter to me. I like you for you.” You whispered to him and he smiled softly as his chest warmed with your words and he leaned down and kissed you passionately. You smiled against his lips and pulled him closer and your hands moved back under his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders and you pulled away to look at his bare chest. “You’re so handsome.” You whispered as you caressed his chest and up to his shoulders. You leaned up to kiss his lips deeply and he smiled against your lips and his large hands squeezed your hips softly as he held you close to him.

He looked down at your small body on his lap, he loved how small you were compared to him. It turned him on like he’s never been before, not before the war, not ever. He felt an overwhelming attraction to you, you were his diamond in the rough and he just wished that this wouldn’t be ruined, but he didn’t want to think of that, he just wanted to enjoy the moment with you. To feel your small body pressed against him having him get the skin to skin contact he craves.

He unzipped your dress and let it pool around your hips revealing your dark blue lace bra and a peak at your matching panties making Bucky groan softly and he leaned down and pressed kisses to the tops of your breasts as his hands squeezed the meat of your thighs. “You’re so beautiful, doll. So soft and small.” He whispered against your breasts as his strong hands moved down to help you shimmy out of your dress. You reached behind you to unhook your bra and threw it somewhere in the room making Bucky groan at your newly revealed skin. “You’re going to kill me, doll.”

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss him passionately, your breasts pressed against his bare chest. “Take me to bed, Jamie.” You whispered against his lips making him smirk and scoop you up without any effort. You squealed softly as you wrapped yourself around his chest and he carried you to your bedroom down the hall before gently placing you on the bed. He pulled away and finished taking off his shirt then unbuckled his jeans and undoing them as you slid back against the pillows and let your knees fall open for him.

He growled softly before he quickly kicked off his jeans before climbing onto the bed and laid in between your legs pulling them over his shoulders as his lips pressed soft kisses to your inner thighs making you gasp softly at the sensitivity. “You’re so soft and pretty, sweets. Can’t believe I have you to myself.” He mumbled against your skin, making you smile wider.

“Sweet talker.” You smiled as you threaded your fingers through his hair tugging him closer to where you wanted him.

His hands reached up to yank your panties down and off your body, revealing your soaked folds to him making him groan low in his throat and he pulled you closer by your thighs. His lips engulfed your clit sucking softly making your hips jolt up and his tongue moved down to lick through your folds. You cried out softly arching your back against his face as his tongue slid through your folds and up to your clit. The coil in your belly started to tighten as his lips sucked on your sensitive bud making your hips buck up and you pulled his face closer to your cunt by his hair. He doubled his efforts as he felt your cunt pulse against his tongue making your moans grow louder and you arched against him. The coil tightened as you were pushed over the edge cumming hard on his face making him groan as your taste flooded his senses. He helped you through your orgasm as your thighs shook around his head and he pulled away with your juices on his face and a smirk crossing his lips.

“You taste so sweet, doll.” He purred as he climbed up your body to connect his lips with yours as his hands pulled your legs up around his waist. You helped him shuffle off his boxers as you two made out and he held you close to him. His large body covering you and pressing you against the mattress which helped ground you as you felt his thick cock press against your weeping hole.

“You feel huge, baby.” You whispered as you pulled away from his lips to lock eyes with his blue ones.

“It might be a tight fit.” He chuckled, making you smile and kiss him deeply and you reached down to help him line his cock up to your hole. He slowly started sliding the thick mushroom tip of his cock into you making you moan and your eyes water at the burn. “Deep breaths, baby doll.” He whispered as he wrapped his arms around your waist and gently pressed you against his chest. He slowly continued to slide into your tight cunt groaning at your walls squeezing him tightly and he leaned down to kiss you deeper.

“A-ah, so big. H-hurts.” You whimpered quietly and he reached down to rub your clit softly helping turn your pain into pleasure.

“I’m right here. I got you.” He whispered against your lips as he rested his forehead against yours. He finally slid all the way home making him groan and moan at your walls clenching and pulsing around his cock. You moaned his name and whimpered softly at the underlying pain but your pleasure overtook the pain and eventually the pain went away and you pleaded with him to start moving.

Bucky linked your fingers through his and pinned them above your head and slowly started thrusting in and out of you. You moaned his name as you arched your back and squeezed his hands. He groaned as your walls sucked him in as he pulled out then thrusted back in. Your eyes locked and he pressed a warm kiss to your lips making you purr softly. He pulled back to look down at your lower belly as he thrusted in and out of you, you had a slight bulge to your belly as Bucky slid into you and out making you whimper at the stimulation to your g-spot.

He slowly took you apart piece by piece making you moan and whimper and cum over and over again on his cock. He loved to hold you close as he made you cum and feel every twitch and shake of your body. He finally couldn’t hold his orgasm back and came deep inside of your overstimulated cunt and made sure that you took all of his cum and he held you close as you crashed from your highs together. He helped you to the bathroom to clean you two up then you two laid on the bed together. You laying on his chest as his large hands traced shapes on your bare back making you smile and snuggle closer to him, happy to stay with him forever no matter what tries to pull you two apart.

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myfictionaldreams · 8 months

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Something New // Mafia!Stucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: The mafia leader was known to be possessive and enjoy showing off his girl but what happens when he wants to do this by being intimate with you in front of his gang?

A/N: This is included in the Mafia!Stucky series however this is set before Bucky joined the trouble x

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dom/sub undertones, exhibitionism, edging, teasing, authority kink, desk sex, rough sex, fingering, begging, pet names, safewords in place, possessive behaviour, creampie, cockwarming

Words: 3.4k

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Steve Rogers, the leader of the infamous Brooklyn mafia gang, woke you up with his face between your legs. Well, you were already half awake, listening to the birds chirping outside as Steve shuffled down the bed and you didn’t bother to open your eyes even as he settled onto his stomach, heavy hands pushing against the back of your thighs until you were open and bare to him.

It seemed he was in a teasing, slow mood this morning. In no rush whatsoever which only meant one thing: edging. Gentle licks, exploring, bringing you lazily to the brink of euphoria before he blew away the intense feeling.

Before your eyes had even opened for the first time that day you were a quivering, sopping mess. Mewling whilst clawing the sheets beneath to refrain from ripping Steve’s hair out through frustration at wanting to orgasm.

This was only made worse when his phone began to ring from the nightstand and instead of ignoring it like you silently prayed he would, Steve reached over and answered, still whilst lying between your legs. As he spoke to whoever it was that had called, he casually played with your clit, rolling it with the pad of his thumb, watching how your body reacted but never enough stimulation that you were on the verge of an orgasm.

Your moans didn’t dampen in noise so whoever was on the other end of the phone was sure to hear what was happening but you didn’t care, there was nothing you wanted more at that moment than to find your fulfilment.

“No worries at all Buck, we’ll be down in 10 minutes. No, you weren’t interrupting anything, it’s fine”, Steve began crawling back off of the bed as he spoke to the now-identified person on the phone. Your eyes finally snapped open as you cried out in disdain, sitting up and reaching for him but Steve just hung up the phone with a tormenting smile and tapped the side of your leg, “Come on we need to get to the office, Bucky’s waiting downstairs.”

“But- I-, wait-”, you stuttered over your words, sounding pathetic and needy which earned you a somewhat sympathetic smile from your beefy boyfriend who was gloriously naked and hard as he began to lean over to kiss your temple gently.

“Don’t wearing anything under the dress today and we might be able to continue this sooner rather than later”.

So there you were, sitting on the small lounger in the gang’s office, knees tucked under your body to hide the fact that you were pantieless, a book in hand but not reading a single word. Not as your attention was snagged on the hulking form behind the main oak desk, his ‘work face’ on which only seemed to make you more aroused with the authority that seemed to roll off of his shoulders but in other ways made you feel safe.

You watched out of the corner of your eye, the way his muscles flexed beneath his crisp white shirt and tight black dress pants, his thick fingers littered with tiny scars from the fights he’d been in, moving across the laptop with surprising speed, dreaming of them between your thighs or around your throat.

Before the two of you arrived, Steve seemed to constantly have his hands on you, whether it was leading you to the car with his warmth seeping through your dress on your lower back where he pressed. In the car, his fingers casually massaged your exposed thighs, especially as he noticed the way you couldn’t look Bucky in the eye as he’d heard your whimpers over the phone.

So now that you were sitting away from him, feeling touch starved and wanting to be close to your boyfriend, even as you tried to will your body to think about anything else like falling into the fantasy world of the book in your hand but nothing worked.

Thankfully Steve paused for lunch, asking one of his employees to go and get some fast food, craving burgers and fries and getting enough for everyone. As the food arrives and the smell wafted into your sense, Steve finally turned his attention back to you as he eased his seat away from his desk.

“Come up here baby girl”, he instructed, patting the desk in front of him, that he had just cleared the space of. Holding out his large hand, he helped you onto the cold surface, and you automatically spread your legs slightly to give him room to scoot his chair forward, which displayed your pussy to him.

Your whole body warmed instantly with embarrassment as you glanced over your shoulder to look at the gang members, realising the intimate position you were in with Steve sitting between your legs. However, no one seemed to be phased at all as they all continued working, even your new friend and bodyguard Bucky didn’t look in your direction as he ate half of his burger in one glorious bite.

Steve’s hand travelled up the outside of your thigh, leaving goosebumps in his finger's path, drawing your attention back to him. The look on his face was all you needed to know, his usually bright crystal blue eyes were now dark, his full lips moist from where he’d recently licked them and the bulge growing in his pants was evident to anyone.

“Everything alright up there?” You’re looking a little distracted?”, Steve smirked as your eyes snapped to his, away from his crotch where you’d just been staring.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to ignore the agonisingly deep ache in your core and instead plastered a fake smile on your face. “Yeah, I’m fine, just hungry”. A half lie, you were hungry but for the fast food.

“Well now, I can’t be leaving my girl hungry now, can I?”, Steve mused, startling you as his fingers brushed against the sensitive area of your inner thigh before standing quickly and leaning over to the bag of food. As he continued to tower over you, he opened the bag and took out a few fries, his lips quipping up into a smirk as he thought of an idea.

“How about we play a fun little game, to make up for earlier? I get to kiss you for every fry that I feed you”.

The sound of your heartbeat pounded in your ears, your body humming with anticipation and arousal. He was going to feed you which was an intimate touch without the kisses and fact you were still displayed before him on his desk. You didn’t need to think about it though, it was only a kiss after all and the others behind you didn’t know you’d gone without underwear today so with a smile, you perked your lips and nodded.

Steve huffed a chuckle as he leaned his weight on an arm next to you, ducking his head to peck your lips quickly before feeding you a fry directly into your mouth where you happily chewed.

Steve fed himself a handful of fries before picking up another one for you. This time he kissed the tip of your nose, which had you leaning forward trying to chase his lips, expecting him to kiss there as well but he simply fed you the next fry instead.

With each kiss, Steve picked a different location. Each of your cheeks, forehead, your chin, the backs of your hands and after every touch, he’d feed you a fry. As his mouth descended lower, your body stiffened once again remembering your location and how public it was, even though his lips felt so incredibly good grazing over your pulse point along your throat.

Your next move seemed to be on instinct like you were receiving a reward for being kissed. Instead of just opening your mouth and accepting the food, your mouth opened and tongue sticking out, eyes wide and looking up at him through your lashes. Steve sucked in a breath, his crotch moving closer to yours as he delicately placed the fry on your tongue where you moved it into your mouth and chewed slowly.

However, your actions seemed to push Steve a little further as he began to move the delicate strap of your dress off of your shoulder so that he could kiss the exposed area. The slightest bit of undressing had you coming out of the needy little bubble you’d created around the two of you.

“Wait, Steve”, you whisper, moving backwards so that you could look at him.

“Yes, baby?”, he asked casually and like he didn’t have a care in the world, other than you.

“I think it’s… I mean, there are people- Shouldn’t we go somewhere else?”, your words jumbled into one as your mind became fuzzy with conflicting thoughts.

Steve simply smiled at you, dropping his face again to nuzzle his mouth into your cheek. “Why would I need to go somewhere else? This is my office, my team, my building… my girl”, with each word that he spoke against your lips, his fingers crept dangerously high up your inner thigh once more.

The air suddenly felt thick and warm as you sucked in deep breaths trying to keep composure. “Steve we can’t-”.

“Why not, Princess?”

“Because there are people here in the room, your friends!”, you dropped your voice so it was only audible to Steve, forgetting that Bucky also had enhanced hearing.

Steve crowded you in by placing his arms on either side of you on the desk, his voice just as quiet as yours to mimic you, “Yes, there are people in the room but they don’t care. I could bend you over this table right now and fuck you until the sun sets and they wouldn’t even glance in our direction”.

The breath caught in your throat as your hands slacked onto the top of your legs, the words failing to form in your mouth as you still held some uncertainty but more than anything, the need for him to do exactly what he’d just mentioned became an obsessive thought.

Steve could see and feel your hesitancy. Standing back to his full height, he gently cupped your face, holding eye contact as he spoke. “I’m not going to do anything you aren’t comfortable with, you know that and our safe words are always in place. If you want to go to a private room we can however, I am paying everyone enough money and also trust them that they wouldn’t be phased by our actions. You’re safe here, in this room, with these people and with me”.

You felt like you were floating, skin prickling with the burst of energy and anticipation pouring through you. There was no one you trusted more than Steve Rogers and even the people working behind you were becoming close with, trusting and becoming your friends.

“Do you remember what it was that I told you a couple of weeks ago? About being possessive over what belongs to me? This is one of those things, I don’t want you to do anything you don’t feel comfortable doing but there’s nothing I’d love more than to show you off, display you before everyone, making you moan those sweet delicious sounds that only I can make you do because you’re mine. And no one elses. Does that make sense?”

It made a lot of sense and now you thought of it, he had been quite obsessive with touching you in public before, or fucking you in areas such as dressing rooms or the back of his car in a busy car park, just because he loved the thrill of getting caught. So, now understanding that he also had quite a significant exhibitionist kink, it answered a lot of questions.

If he had asked you in any other situation if he could fuck you in front of someone, you would have said no just for sheer embarrassment. But like this, where you were already needy and horny, Steve showing his possessive side as well only fueled your arousal which was very uncomfortable. Your juices were now soaking your upper thighs, clit throbbing and pussy clenching around nothing but desperate to be full.

Maybe you were thinking from between your legs rather than your clear mind but all you wanted right now was to have Steve touch you. Biting your lip, you nodded up at him. Steve tilted his head with a raised eyebrow and you realised he needed to hear your words, he always liked you to be as vocal as possible. “I want you, sir”.

Your blonde boyfriend, pulled your face to meet his in a delicate kiss before he released his hold and sat back into his chair, reaching into the bag and placing another fry into your mouth, the fun game having already been forgotten about but you took it happily.

Whilst not blinking, you watched as Steve spread your legs further, pushing any of your remaining dress material out of the way so that he could admire the way your pussy glistened in the light of the day.

“I’m so glad you’ve gone without panties today. Eyes on me and remember, the safe words if you want to pause or stop. Don’t think about the others in the room, just think about where my lips are touching”.

You do as instructed, your lips parted slightly, panting as he presses a single kiss to your mound. Then he’s offering you another fry, his eyebrow once again rising as you don’t immediately accept it as you were slightly preoccupied. Eating it quickly, hardly chewing before swallowing, you watched with thick anticipation as he chuckles and begins to bring your legs forward and up over his shoulders.

Leaning your weight back of his desk, hands behind you, he kisses more firmly and then gives you another fry. The next kiss was more open-mouthed and you sighed in relief as his opened lips stroked your labia. Another fry was given. Then his tongue was mixing into the play, pushing firmly to dip between your folds and your hands give up with holding up your weight as you sit back and rest on your elbows.

The next time food was given, you could hardly chew it in time as Steve licked a deep line from your hole up to your clit. You were lying completely flat against the desk now, mouth open and fries forgotten about, as Steve began to eat like a man starved, devouring your cunt with sucks, licks and kisses, occasionally even scraping his teeth against sensitive spots.

One of his firm hands was laying across your stomach, pressing down so that you were kept still for his enjoyment and the other held onto one of your thighs, massaging the flesh and holding it close to his face. Thankfully he was not in a teasing mood anymore as he drank your juices, tongue exploring your clenching hole, pushing in as far as he could reach before circling your bundle of nerves.

You’d already mostly forgotten about the other people in the room until they would do something like walk across the room or talk to someone on the phone. Your eyes were closed and your mind focused intently on Steve. To be honest with yourself, you could kind of see it from Steve's point of view. Here you were with the most infamous mafia leader on the East Coast, his only thought at this moment was to pleasure you, his girl, not caring who watched but also, wanting people to watch to show his possession and dominance over the situation.

The thought itself made you tighten around his tongue, making him moan gruffly in the back of his throat. The hand he was still using to hold onto your thigh relaxed and slide towards his mouth before his tongue was replaced by the single digit as he crooked and stroked your inner walls, coaxing the overdue orgasm from you.

Your thighs trembled around his face, almost suffocating him but he didn’t care, especially as your fingers gripped onto his soft blonde hair, pulling him closer even though there was nowhere else for him to move. Everything was burning with pleasure, like you were going to explode from your core as it built and tightened and then all at once, you were orgasming hard around his finger.

Your walls fluttered around him, chest rising and falling in quick succession. Steve didn’t stop playing with your clit or fingering your pussy until you were slumped against the surface.

You’d been biting your lip throughout it to try and remain quiet to not disturb the others working which was something Steve was not fond of as he eased your thighs carefully off of his shoulders and began to rise above your body, eyes on your lip. His eyebrows were furrowed causing a crease between them as his thumb snagged the lip away and he could see an indent from where your teeth had been biting on the flesh.

You are not bothered about the flicks of pain over your lip as you beam up at him, eyes glazed and happy. As he massages the flesh, you could now smell your juices that still coated his fingers as they were so close to his nose.

“What was that about? Why were you keeping quiet? I wanted to hear you. Guess that just means I’ve got to make you cum again”.

This was exactly what he did, his work long forgotten about as he swiftly unzipped his pants, easing his throbbing cock out of his restraints and rubbing it between your folds, coating him in your liquids before nudging his tip into your hole. There was no amount of lip biting that could keep the moans back now as he thoroughly stretched you, the mix of the burn from being opened and the pleasure from feeling full had your back arching off of the desk, fingers gripping onto his shirt desperately.

Steve did not hold back thankfully, his hips snapping frantically into yours, one hand next to your head at the edge of the desk and the other holding onto your hip, grounding you onto the surface so he could fuck you. His mouth sucked along the exposed column of your throat, whereas yours hung open with a constant flow of streams filling the room which only made Steve more feral with his actions.

Every thrust felt so powerful and deep that it took an embarrassingly short amount of time before you were having your second orgasm which only made Steve swear and grunt loudly with how tight your cunt was squeezing around his cock.

He wasn’t done though as he pinned your hands beside your head and just fucked into you desperately bringing on his orgasm until finally he stilled and made sure every single drop of his cum soaked your pussy. Even then he didn’t pull out as he gathered your exhausted body into his lap, collapsing back into the seat and tucked himself back into the desk. There you stayed, your head resting on his shoulder as you tried to catch your breath, his cock still inside of you, half hard but enough to plug his cum into your cunt.

Steve’s wrong arms wrapped around your back as you both cuddled, you needed the physical touch desperately with how much you were trembling.

“Thanks, Buck”, Steve muttered and then you were thoroughly wrapped in a fluff blanket that Bucky had found in the cupboards. Hearing Bucky’s name reminded you of the other people in the room as you tentatively glanced over your shoulder to see the brunette bodyguard walking away. As he sits, he catches your eyes and gives you a genuine, normal smile as everyone else was continuing with work as if you hadn’t just been railed over their boss's desk.

Steve groans into your ear, “If you keep squeezing me like that I’m going to stay hard forever, Princess”. You hadn’t realised how much you’d been clenching around his cock still at the thought of having just fucked in front of all of these people and had absolutely no repercussions for it. Steve cupped your cheek as you looked back at him, “Maybe you are a little exhibitionist as all”, he chuckled, kissing your temple as you relaxed back into his chest.

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Espresso series masterlist

A/n: Got inspired by Sabrina Carpenter’s new song Espresso for the title it’s so addicting and on repeat but I decided to make this fun short series with a love triangle so I hope you enjoy. It’s very much stereotypical Fanfiction two beefy avengers fighting over you lol

Pairings: Beefy!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, eventual Winterwidow x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, possessiveness, Nat has a dick, dom!nat, dom!bucky, sub!reader, reader is described to be smaller than both of them, reader is kind of oblivious to the situation, physical fighting and I think that’s it more specific warnings will be on the individual chapters

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He’s Hazardous To My Health Series Masterlist

Warnings: strictly 18+ only, smut, unprotected vaginal sex, possessive sex, semi public sex, TRIGGER WARNING mention of a child dying from an epileptic seizure, mention of child abuse, car accident and resulting injuries, set in a hospital/emergency room, mentions of wounds & surgery & loss of life, needles & stitching, injuries to children, jealousy, angst, individual warnings at the top of each fic

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Paramedic!Bucky Barnes x Resident!Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a beefy paramedic with a traumatic past, who has left a trail of broken hearts behind him. You are a resident doctor new to town, who barely has time to date between long shifts. When your paths cross in your ER during a disaster, is it the start of something magical, or are you destined to be just another of Bucky’s former flames?

Last Updated: 28th August 2023

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Chapter 13 Aching

Kofi 🧡 AO3

Summary: Bucky is devastated at the way he treated Grace. While she, deals with his decision to hide his true intentions from her and leave her behind.

Warnings (this chapter): regrets, emotional Bucky, separation feelings, Tony Stark sass is here to make up for the sadness.

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Three hours had passed. Three excruciating hours since James had deceived and forsaken Grace. Three hours in which he couldn't rest nor free himself of his rueful conscience. Guilt was ripping him apart from the inside out. A boulder thrown at his face would have been better than the mental anguish he was experiencing.

Restless and consumed by anger, he raked his hands across his face in a futile attempt to erase the traces of his torment. He shook his head vigorously as if by sheer force he could expel the haunting memories that clung to him. Clasping his hands together, he concentrated on the mission ahead of him, the only welcome substitute for his broken reality.

"You shouldn't have left her behind," Steve's voice broke through the silence as he approached. Clad in his signature navy blue suit, shield slung across his back, he settled beside Bucky, his elbows resting on his knees.

"Couldn't agree more. You made her cry," Sam added, joining the conversation.

"I didn't want to hurt her," Bucky said and swallowed heavily.

"Last time I checked, lying to someone is the main cause of pain," Sam said despite Cap's gentle nods to keep it low.

Bucky breathed out and looked at him. "Simply staying quiet would have sufficed, Sam."

"I'm not one to stay silent," Sam quipped, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Remind me, why exactly are you helping me?" Bucky addressed him and set his mouth into a thin line.

"Ask him," Sam said, pointing at the Captain. "He believes in you. And if Steve believes in you, then I support you too."

"Sam..." Steve said, curving his lips in a proud smile. "Now can you two stop bickering?"

Bucky just sighed. "I'll stop. Hydra is my primary concern."

A brief silence hung in the air until Sam spoke up again. "So, how do we track down Silas? We're navigating without a compass, flying blind."

"We can start attacking every Hydra base I know. There are at least six potential facilities," Bucky suggested.

"What makes you think this is worth our efforts?" Sam said with skepticism.

"Silas needs a base suitable for his dirty work," Bucky said. "He needs fortified facilities, medical rooms, torture chambers..."

"Do you think he has injected the serum by himself?" Steve asked, not excited at the idea of fighting against another super soldier.

"No. He won't risk it." Bucky exhaled. "He won't hesitate to use other test subjects, though. That serum is unlike any other serum ever created. It's impossibly strong, wicked even, formulated to poison the human body and mind. There's a high possibility that the person will lose his sanity after taking it. No human is strong enough to bear its power."

Sam's brows knitted. "And where does Grace fit in all this?"

"They're family, hence Silas wants to test it on her and analyze its side effects. That monster wants to sacrifice his daughter for the sake of a stupid experiment!" Bucky said with a sick, sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Steve ground his jaw. "We'll get him. Let's start by infiltrating some of the possible Hydra facilities."

"I agree. I'm sure we'll eventually find some clues," Sam said. "What's our first location?"

Bucky cleared his throat before saying, "Hydra's Laboratories in North America.

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Grace gazed outside the airplane window, her thoughts distant, lost in the vast expanse beyond the glass. Sunlight filtered through puffy clouds, casting a warm and inviting glow on the landscape below. Rolling hills and lush valleys passed by, a vibrant tapestry of nature's splendor. But her eyes remained vacant, her mind consumed by a storm of emotions that no view could dispel.

She groaned and shifted on her seat, evading the intruding sunlight that hit her eyes. Tears glistened in the corners of her eyes but she wiped them away and curled up in her seat with a heavy feeling in her chest. She should have known better. James was trained in the art of misleading people. And she was such a fool, melting into his arms, completely disregarding the signs until it was too late.

It irritated her that he had taken a personal risk so he could keep her safe.

Alarms were ringing in her mind because, despite his actions, she was worried about him. What if Hydra recaptured him? What if they tortured him beyond saving? What if she never saw him again? The fear of his absence, of never setting eyes on him again, clutched at her heart, refusing to loosen its grip. She attempted to push these thoughts aside, but they clung to her consciousness relentlessly.

The soft sound of boots clacking against the floor brought her back from her silent thoughts, followed by a soft hand cupping her shoulder. Grace cringed at the sudden touch and readjusted her position at the sudden disturbance. Her gaze met that of a woman draped in a tactical ensemble, vibrant crimson hair framing her face like a fierce halo. The piercing green of her eyes held a hint of mischief, and her lips were painted a deep red.

"Natasha?" Grace uttered, her eyes widened in pleasant surprise.

"Grace Landon, I was hoping our paths would cross again," Natasha replied, her lips curling into a warm smile.

"How long has it been?!"

Grace exclaimed, springing from her seat to embrace her in a swift, heartfelt hug. Natasha had been a constant presence in her life during the time when she was tasked with guarding her and her mother against Silas. They had grown close and turned into good friends.

"Over four years," Natasha answered, her tone carrying a sense of both nostalgia and regret. "Grace... I'm so sorry about your mother. I—I failed—"

"Natasha, don't blame yourself for my mother. You did everything you could to keep us safe."

"I wish I could have done more." Natasha didn't have the heart to meet her eyes. She felt sorry for not being able to protect Grace's mother and for going on with her life when the poor girl had gone through so much on her own.

"I've never forgotten you all these years," Grace confessed, her voice a brew of gratitude and affection.

Natasha's eyes met hers, her demeanor softening. "Is that why you disappeared without a trace?"

"I'm sorry..."

Natasha sighed. "I thought you were dead ..."

"As you can see I'm still... I'm still out of power. What about you?"

"I've been following orders, going on missions."

Grace smiled. "I'm proud of you. You joined the Avengers. You seem to have found your place. And I'm sorry again. I should have kept contact with you."

"I understand," Natasha said. "It's all in the past now."

"James put you up to this, didn't he?" Grace said, a harsh breath escaping her. "Ah... even saying his name makes me angry."

"Barnes did this to protect you," Natasha said after pondering for a few seconds. "He's a good man."

Grace's frustration resurfaced. "I don't care. He shouldn't have agreed to this plan. Turn this jet around. I want to see him."

Natasha's tone was gentle but firm. "I can't do that."

Grace let out a bitter laugh. "This isn't fair. I'm being dragged along against my will."

"Bear with it for a little while." Natasha peered at the way her face had paled and for a moment there, she was vexed. Damn it, Barnes. The young spy was insecure about all this, but Steve had also agreed, so she had to follow the plan.

Grace rubbed her throbbing temples and asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"I'll let you know soon."

"That's not an answer."

"Grace, please try to be patient."

"I can't be patient. I've been manipulated into something I don't want."

Natasha's resolve wavered. "Alright. We're headed to the Stark Tower. New York."

"The Stark Tower?"

"Yes, you're to stay there until further notice." Natasha hesitated but continued, "I'll be there with you, providing whatever assistance you need."

Grace forced down the sickening feeling in her gut and exhaled. The Stark Tower represented safety and luxury, yet its walls felt like a gilded cage, confining her freedom. And Natasha wasn't staying with her just to make friends. She was there to guard her in case something went wrong.

"Will he ever return?" Grace muttered, her throat tightening.

Natasha didn't reply and that was answer enough.

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vxntagedior · 2 years

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putting beefy!bucky into positions he puts you in

“ok, hands on the wall and arch your back.” you laughed watching your boyfriend try to arch his back before crying out in pain.

“holy shit.” he swore, pull muscles stretch that he thought shouldn’t.

“doesn’t feel so nice.”

“just compress yourself, your knees to your chest.”

“oh i’m not even going to try that babydoll.”

#bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes x reader #beefy!bucky #beefy!bucky barnes x reader #fi’s baby blurbs #james bucky barnes

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bi-disaster-yn · 2 years

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Sunflowers

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: When Bucky and Natasha are assigned a mission to go undercover as husband and wife, Reader can’t help but worry that their feelings from the red room will resurface.

A/N: I really missed writing for Bucko! Also, if I had to hurt my own feelings thinking about this then you all need to feel it with me. (Happy ending though, don’t worry).

They say that sunflowers move so that they may face the sun. Despite the earth and dirt, they move to change their position; always finding a way to look up at their maker and bask in its glorious sunlight. They call it ‘sun-tracking’, and if you could look past the science of it then you might actually find it to be romantic and poetic.

It had taken Bucky a long time to find the sun and feel the gorgeous warmth revitalise him. He had spent his whole life trudging through the mud until he met you, his own personal sunshine.

Even now, when he was dressed up in a wedding suit and forced to pose next to Natasha, he was sun-tracking as he looked around for you in the swarms of people pretending to be his wedding guests.

Bucky did not want to go on this mission. He did not want to have to pretend to be married to Natasha. He did not want to have to stay in a house with her and play the role of the dutiful husband to his neighbours. He did not want to go anywhere that wasn’t with you.

He knew from the minute that this mission was proposed that it had hurt you. It was like a hole had been punctured in your chest that day in the briefing room and you had been drawing inward to yourself ever since. You kept Bucky at arm’s length for the days that followed, scared to admit to him (and even yourself) just how sore this whole thing was. It wasn’t a surprise that you didn’t come to the fake wedding, when he’d woken up that morning you were already gone and so were the training clothes you had laid out the night before.

The worst thing about this whole endeavour was that it caused you pain. It made Bucky flinch every time he thought about the forlorn expression you wore as this mission plan was detailed, rather insensitively, right in front of you.

There were, however, a few reasons why he felt like he had to do this mission.

Firstly, Steve had asked him to and Bucky felt like he owed Steve a debt. Afterall, Steve put himself and his friends’ (including yours) lives on the line to save and protect Bucky. Whilst he was eternally grateful to the Captain for his salvation, it meant that Bucky felt like he could never deny Steve anything.

Secondly, the reasoning behind the mission was to lure in Hydra so that they could be intercepted and have their plans foiled. Steve knew that if Hydra had caught word that their Winter Solider had shacked up with someone in a normal neighbourhood, seemingly defenceless, then they would stop at nothing to get him back. Bucky liked the idea of those dingy Hydra agents thinking they could get to him when really, he had the upper hand.

Thirdly, and most importantly, the reason Steve had picked Natasha rather than you was because you’d complicate things. The mission was essentially offering Bucky up as bait and Steve knew that if you were involved then his friend wouldn’t be able to focus for fear of your safety – and you wouldn’t be able to focus for fear of his.

Natasha seemed the next obvious choice, given the history her and Bucky had in the red room. Adding her to the mix would give Hydra added incentive to track down the couple and try to bring them in. Likewise, Bucky and Natasha were able to work together professionally, without triggering a protective instinct in each other.

So there Bucky found himself, posing for a fake wedding with his ex and a bunch of strangers he didn’t know with the intention that their covert house could be decorated realistically.

They had shot Natasha’s 30th birthday party that morning and a couple of Christmases. The wedding was the hardest part though. Bucky couldn’t help but feel like this was wrong, that he was in some way being disloyal to you. Distracted, he fumbled with the prop wedding band on his vibranium hand and sighed deeply, wishing he was anywhere but here.

***

In a distant part of the compound, you were knocking lumps out of a punching bag in a desperate attempt to expel the jealousy and anger that racked your body.

With every punch, you tried to reason with yourself about the logic behind this mission. That’s all it was: a mission. It was Bucky’s job and you couldn’t deny it was a pretty good plan which would probably work. Even if Steve would have let you do it with him, Natasha did make the better choice because of how they were both known to Hydra and their relationship had gotten them in trouble during their captivity. Natasha, whilst expressing no interest in Bucky anymore, was believable.

The problem with logic is that it does not counteract the pain one feels in spite of it. It doesn’t soften the blow or heal the bruises. It just exists uselessly, mocking you for being so upset over something that has a perfectly reasonable explanation.

Fuck the strategy.

This whole situation had made you feel like you had been ripped from your body and you were watching it from above. Your body moved through life apathetically, doing everything absentmindedly and with no care whatsoever. But inside you were being asphyxiated; weighed down with the endless and horrifying imagery that monopolised your brain. Your chest tightened with every new possible outcome of this mission that your mind conceived of. At this point, it was like it was trying to score points against you as it laboured to find the most hurtful scenario to torment you with. The mission had torn Bucky and any sense of self away from you.

Perhaps, this was nature’s way of telling you that Bucky and Natasha were better suited. Maybe she understood him better than you ever could. Following on from that briefing, you could not help but read into every single interaction they had whether that be an exchange of banter or a knowing look. It was like an inside joke that you were firmly excluded from.

What if, despite Steve’s rationale, he had selected Natasha because he believed her to be better for Bucky than you?

Your arms ached with the ferocity of the punches you were throwing at the bag until eventually you gave up, putting your head in your boxing gloves and sobbing.

With your shoulders shuddering and the warm, stinging tears streaming into the worn leather of the gloves, your wailing and crying was the only sound in the empty training studio. It echoed off the walls, trapping in that room the emotion that you could only emit now you were alone.

When the “wedding” was over, Bucky quickly discarded of his tuxedo and set off to find you, craving your warmth. He was wrestling to remove his tie which he was certain was suffocating him when he heard your cries from inside the training room.

Instinctively, he rushed to find you, almost breaking the door down in the process. He didn’t stop until he had reached you and had pulled your body against his chest, shushing you and pressing kisses to the crown of your head.

Once in his arms, the intensity of your emotions only deepened and you managed to get louder. You buried your head in Bucky’s chest and you howled as though it was going to evacuate the agony from your body which was incapable of storing it any longer.

Bucky squeezed his eyes shut, trying to fight back his own tears at seeing you in so much despair and held on to you tighter.

“Doll, please tell me what’s wrong.” He pleaded.

“You’re going to leave me for her.” You choked out in between sobs, your voice raspy and broken from all your crying.

“What?” He whispered, evidently hurt that you could ever accuse him of such a thing.

You stood back from his hold, unable to look up at him. It didn’t escape your notice that your tears had soaked his wedding shirt.

“Your feelings for her are gonna come back and you’re going to realise you don’t want me anymore!”

“No, they won’t!” Bucky protested and tried to search your face for a chance to look into your eyes so that he might show you he was being genuine.

“Oh, come on, Bucky!” You snapped. “It’s Natasha! If I had to sleep next to her for months then I might be fucking tempted by her too!”

Bucky opened his mouth to speak but no words emerged past his lips. Sometimes he truly resented his inability of expression. All of these feelings were trapped inside him but he always found himself unable to communicate them properly and provide you with the comfort that you were so desperately craving. As a soldier he hadn’t been afforded the luxury of being able to feel.

When you feel nothing, there is little to talk about. For weeks since the announcement of the mission, you had been carrying around these feelings of envy and grief and Bucky was incapable of voicing to you any reassurance of his true feelings.

He wished could create a hole in his head so that you might peer in and see exactly what it was that he was thinking.

“I don’t want you to go on this mission.” You stated simply, folding your arms and trying to regain your posture and confidence. It looked forced and out of place because of your puffy and tear-stained cheeks but you tried to fight the embarrassment of that.

“I can’t say no.” Bucky mumbled, now presented with eye contact from you which suddenly made him nervous and he dropped his head to face the floor.

“Can’t or won’t?” You challenged, trying so hard to claw back your strength that had been decimated when he saw you crying, frail and broken.

“Doll, I don’t want to go!” Bucky insisted. His flesh hand trembled as he aggressively used hand gestures as if that would assist with getting his words out. “I’m scared in case I have a nightmare and you’re not there! I don’t want to do this; I don’t want to go!”

“Then tell Steve no.” You basically growled at him despite how clearly distressed he was. Your mind was racing and had already overtaken Bucky. Sure, he was upset now but once he’d gotten into the domestic routine with Natasha, a life they had dreamed of but weren’t permitted to have, he’d forget all about this moment.

Bucky was sobbing now, his face turning red as he wiped his tears with the sleeve of his shirt. “You know I can’t do that.”

The depths of your mind taunted you with the concept that this wasn’t really about being able to refuse Steve, but that on some level, Bucky wanted to go on his mission. Regardless of his protests, maybe he wanted that snapshot into what life with Natasha could have been.

You couldn’t compete with that and decided the best thing for you to do was to take yourself out of the situation. Bucky’s short performance was the only time he had expressed any emotion to you about this mission since the briefing weeks prior. It was all the evidence you needed that this was only ever going to end badly.

It was far better to die a quick death than a slow one.

“Well, I am not going to wait around for you to hurt me. I am asking you to stand up to your friend and tell him you won’t pretend to be married to your ex. And you can’t even do that for me.” You sighed. “It’s over, Bucky.”

Bucky immediately stopped crying and shot you a look of complete and unwavering despair. The realisation widened his eyes and the panic set in, sending his trained brain into survival mode. He shook his head adamantly, pushing away the very notion that you could end this.

“No, you can’t leave me. Please, baby. I need you.” Bucky implored you. “I need my sunshine.”

“I won’t spend months agonising over you sleeping next to your ex in your house that had been decorated all nice and pretty for you both. And you won’t refuse to go. So, something has to give. And I guess that’s us.”

You left him with that thought and walked out of the training room, only allowing yourself to cry once you had reached the safe haven that was your old room.

Bucky had stood, paralysed and unable to fight back. His body failed him. The words wouldn’t leave his mouth, his hand didn’t reach to take your arm and make you stop. You had left and he had been unable to do anything to stop it. No wonder you thought that he would leave you.

Fixed to his spot on the floor, Bucky sank to his knees and wept, unsure if he was ever going to be able to make this right.

***

The day that Bucky and Natasha were due to set off for their mission was bleak. The grey clouds seemed even more ominous when partnered with the thunderous crashing and unrelentless rain. It was the perfect setting for them to start this horrible façade together.

The past few days you had slept in the room you had once inhabited before moving into Bucky’s with him. You had barely spoken to him and had avoided him at all costs, trying to adjust to this new and unfamiliar territory that was life without him.

Bucky continued his heliotropism during this time as he searched for you endlessly. He still didn’t have the words to explain to you how sorry he was but he hoped if you could see his despondence then you might change your mind. But you were too clever for him and manged to keep yourself hidden from his advances, terrified that you might allow yourself to fall back into the trap.

You did, however, take a souvenir of his while packing up a few things from his room; his kevlar mission jacket. He wouldn’t need it for a while, having been kitted out with a new wardrobe by Tony for this mission.

It was what you were wearing on that fateful day on the jet waiting to go on your own mission with Sam. This was probably Steve’s own peculiar way of making it up to you about what happened with Bucky, by giving you something to distract yourself with.

You sat with your elbows rested on your thighs, playing with the cuffs of Bucky’s jacket. It still smelled like him and it was a cruel type of torture every time you inhaled. Whilst you had been so strong in standing up for yourself and refusing to let Bucky and Natasha hurt you, that didn’t mean your heart wasn’t broken. To have loved and lost Bucky Barnes was agonising, so you held on to his jacket to keep at least one piece of him with you.

Just as you were beginning to think that Sam had forgotten the flight time for your mission, you noticed a figure in your periphery coming towards the jet. You looked up, expecting to see Sam’s usual swagger but instead laid eyes upon Bucky who was jogging towards the jet, shielding himself from the rain.

Your lips parted in disbelief, standing up slowly and finding your way into the middle of the floorspace to come face to face with him. Instead of the suit that had been picked out for him, he wore his usual mission gear: a black t shirt, cargo pants with holsters, combat boots, and a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

It was such a gorgeous and familiar sight: he had come back to you. He looked up at you with the ardour that one reserves only for their true love.

“Sorry I’m late, sweetheart,” he said when he reached you and pointed to your jacket, “I was actually looking for that.”

“What are you doing here, Buck?” You asked, fearful for the answer and conscious that he could still make the start time of his own mission.

“Well, I hope it’s okay but I spoke to Steve and I am taking Sam’s place in this mission. I figured that Natasha is probably enough to lure in Hydra, or at least the Red Room… and if she was married to mine and Steve’s best friend then they’d probably try to get to me through her. So, I asked Steve if Sam and I could swap places.” He explained nervously before letting out a light chuckle. “Sam was easily convinced; Steve took more work though.”

A choked sob escaped your throat and without thinking you flung your arms round his shoulders, holding on to him so tightly that it might smother him. Bucky immediately encircled his arms around your waist, pulling you as close to his chest as he possibly could. If you had held each other any tighter than you might have moulded into one person, unable to separate one from the other but after days of being apart it was what you both needed.

The feeling of his spiky stubble and soft lips against your neck sent shudders down your spine as you remembered how much you had adored holding him like this. In fact, it was a reminder of just how much you loved him and how painful it was to have been separated from him.

“You don’t mind, do you?” He asked. “It’s just with everything you said the other day-“

You cut him off by placing your hands on his cheeks and pressing your lips to his. The kiss was tender and inviting and like home. You internally cursed yourself for thinking that you could ever have went the rest of your life without this. Squeezing your eyes shut, you prayed that this was real and you wouldn’t wake up from a bittersweet dream.

When you pulled back and opened your eyes, your Bucky was still stood before you. A laugh escaped your lips, so overwhelmed with the fact that he had stepped up and actioned what you needed him to.

“I don’t mind at all, Buck.” You said, your hands still on his face and your thumbs lovingly caressing his stubbly cheeks.

“Okay, well, you’re gonna have to make do with the fact I can’t fly like Sam.” He chuckled.

“I’m sure we can manage.” You replied, giving him another soft kiss.

The rain poured ferociously, battering against the jet at breakneck speed. Bucky didn’t mind at all. Like a sunflower who moves to meet the sun, he kept his eyes fixed on you, determined to never risk losing you again.

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holylulusworld · 9 months

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Shopping trips

Summary: Bucky loses you.

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader, Bucky x Alpine :)

Warnings: fun, crack, fluff

A/N: This random drabble got inspired by this post.

“Crap, we lost her,“ Bucky curses under his breath. He dips his head to look at Alpine on his left shoulder. “I told you to keep an eye on her. Now she’s gone again.”

Your boyfriend sighs deeply. He looks at the shopping cart in front of him, filled with things you don’t need but insisted on buying.

Bucky inhales sharply as he realizes that you mean so much to him that he agreed on buying fluffy pillows and soap smelling like lavender.

“We should never separate at a home décor store, punk.”

“Sir, can I help you?” One of the store employees asks. He was watching Bucky talk to his cat and believes your boyfriend is nuts, or a shoplifter trying to distract people by talking to his cat.

“I lost my girl at your store,” Bucky mutters. The last thing he needs is a nosy guy sticking his nose into Bucky’s business. “I need to find her. Uh-she wanted to get more candles.”

“Maybe you should call her.”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “She doesn’t have her phone with her. It’s no phones day.”

The shop employee looks at Bucky as if your boyfriend lost his mind. “What?”

“No calls. No work. Just spending time with my—” Bucky bites his tongue. “It’s none of your business how my girl and I spend our Saturday. Now get out of my sight so I can look for her.”

“Fine,” the man snaps at Bucky.

“The audacity,” Bucky pushes the shopping cart along the aisle while looking around to find you. “Doll? Where did you go to?”

He stops in his tracks, huffing as you are nowhere to be found. “Alpine, we gotta find mommy!” Bucky looks left and right before he does the only thing coming to his mind.

“DOLL!“ Bucky calls for you. “DOLL!”

“Hot Stuff!“ You answer immediately. While you were roaming the shelves, you got a little too distracted and forgot where you left Bucky and Alpine.

“Uh-this came from the candles section, right?” Alpine meows loudly. He jumps off Bucky’s shoulder to search for you on his own. “DOLL!”

“HOT STUFF!”

People watch you and Bucky from different parts of the store. They shake their heads and chuckle as you try to find your significant other.

“DOLL!”

“HOT STUFF!”

You sigh when Bucky pushes the shopping cart in your direction. “DOLL! Fuck!” He leaves the shopping cart behind to wrap his arms around you. “Babe don’t get lost again. My heart can’t take it.”

You chuckle as he scolds you for running off on your own. Bucky presses you to his chest and buries his nose in your hair. “I was only looking at the candles.”

“Admit it. You got lost too,” he lifts his head to look down at you. Bucky grins as, last time you entered the home décor store, he got lost. Now you are even.

“I didn’t get lost,” you grumble. “Getting distracted at this place is easy. I found all those nice candles and a new blankie. Look.” You point at the shopping cart you filled with candles, more pillows, and the new blankie.

“You got more pillows.” His features soften when his eyes land on the second shopping cart you filled with all the things you want to use to turn your home into an even cozier place for you and Bucky.

“I got candles too.” You grin. “One is called Kamasutra Dreams.” You whisper in Bucky’s ear. “It’s an erotic candle.”

“Sir is that your cat!” Bucky groans when the same guy annoying him earlier points at Alpine sitting on top of one of the shelves filled with candles.

“Alpine. There you are.” Bucky pats his shoulder. “We found Mommy. Let’s go home.”

Alpine hisses at the store employee. He jumps off the shelf and waltzes toward Bucky, meowing loudly.

“Come here, punk.” Bucky crouches down so Alpine can jump on his shoulder. He carefully gets back up to make sure Alpine won’t fall off his shoulder.

“Aw, my two favorite men,” you coo and pat Bucky’s cheek. “After we paid for all the new things for our home, I’ll invite you for lunch.”

“Hmm…” Bucky glances at the erotic candle in the shopping cart. “I’m more interested in getting to know more about this candle…”

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urdepressedslut · 9 months

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Let Me Take Care of You

* started writing this and received this request when i was already half way thru writing this and thought what perfect timing😚

♡ Request: “Could you please write something about sub!Bucky and balls/cock worship? Bucky begging you to touch him and suck him, Bucky being a moaning mess basically. You're making him feel so good but his body is trembling, his hips can't stay still, his cock is aching, poor baby is overstimulated 🥺”

♡ Pairing: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Bucky is no virgin, but it’s been so long since someone’s touched him the way you do. He didn’t know you could make him feel so good— he’s addicted.

♡ Warnings: smut, light angst, mentions of bucky’s trauma, super fluffy, oral (mentioned fem receiving), oral (bucky receiving), ball worship, cock worship, rimming, slight tongue fucking, dry humping, handjobs, i love drowning in flith

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Bucky didn’t think he’d ever get sick of making you scream out to him. He’d never get sick of the way your thighs trembled, shaking uncontrollably as you squeezed his head in attempt to stop his attacks on your swollen clit.

Your pleads for him to stop as tears trailed down your cheeks, his tongue massaging your overstimulated bud just the way he knows will get you to fall apart… again.

Except— did you really want him to stop?

Bucky found himself addicted to you. Your scent, your sounds— everything. He wanted to have nothing to do with the world, besides wrapping himself around you. He wanted you forever, now that he had gotten to see how life could be with you— he didn’t think he could live without you.

You deserved to be worshipped, every space in your head and every inch of your body. You were truly not from this universe, and he couldn’t believe he deserving enough to have someone as ethereal as you. He still waited to wake up— convinced he was only dreaming of someone as perfect as you.

Bucky on the other hand, thought only one way about it all. While you deserved to be treated only the best— he couldn’t say the same about himself. He had convinced himself that he was so undeserving of your love, your affection— your touches.

So many moments after he had once again brought you to a state of bliss, your mind automatically goes into wanting to return the favor. Wanting to worship his body, just as he did to yours. But every single one of those moments had dimmed, his refusal to let you pleasure him.

You couldn’t ignore the hurt you felt for him when he dismissed the idea so quickly. Mainly because you knew it wasn’t that he didn’t want to be touched— quite the contrary. He craved your touch— desperately whined for it some nights. It was the fact that he wouldn’t allow himself the same bliss that he had given you.

“Buck…” You breathed out while his lips trailed down from your mouth to your jaw.

Your thighs instinctively tightened around him as his lips ghosted over the sensitive spot behind your ear, the feeling erupting goosebumps over your flesh— your body buzzing pleasantly.

“Mmm Buck… please…” You pleaded, not really sure what you were asking for— all you knew is that you needed more of him.

His hips bucked up slightly, his bulge bumping your clit through your panties, causing you to whine. He let out a low growl, the friction from your core making him melt.

“Baby you’re so hard… let me take care of you.” You whispered, grabbing his face gently to face yours, foreheads connecting.

Bucky wanted to whine at your breathy voice, the way you spoke to him so delicately making him shutter. But something in him wanted to block you out— push you away from his needs. He didn’t deserve it, though he wanted it. His face scrunched up painfully, his mouth turning into a frown as he kept his forehand pressed against yours.

You took notice of the change in his expression, and you immediately started carding your fingers through his hair, untangling every strand.

“What’s wrong baby, talk to me.” You whispered, tucking stray hairs behind his ear.

“I don’t deserve it.” He rushed out, his body feeling one way and his mind feeling another.

The way his hips kept instinctively thrusting up, brushing against your core— further proving that he wanted it. Every brush from his bulge had you shivering, your thighs tensing every time.

“Buck you are so deserving of love— of my touch. You deserve the world baby, I wish you could see that.” You cooed to him, speaking to his pained face, his eyes squeezed shut— like he was trying to fight against his hips movement. “Don’t you dare let your mind convince you otherwise. You deserve to be worshipped baby— let me take care of you please. I just wanna make you feel good.”

You didn’t move your hips, only softly massaging his scalp— letting him let you know he wanted you to continue. You wanted to make him melt— make him feel good desperately. But if there was one thing— you respected his consent greatly.

Knowing his past and that he had come from years of people abusing him— taking what they wanted without permission. You wanted him to always have full control, you never wanted him to feel like he didn’t have another choice. He had every choice— all of them.

His heart swelled at your words, his eyes opening to gaze into yours with adoration. He fucking loved you so much, he just wish his mind could comprehend that fully. Despite his mental war— he nodded his head, pressing his lips to yours.

You kissed him back, tightening your grip on his strands, lightly tugging his head back— earning a whine from him. One that had your pussy clenching around nothing. You held his face back, far enough away so you could look into his eyes.

“I need to hear you say it baby— tell me what you want.” You whispered, watching him stare at you with hooded eyes— already love drunk.

“I want you to make me feel good… please.” He purred, thrusting his hips up again, showing you just how bad he needed to be taken care of.

You kissed him hungrily, your teeth scraping against his bottom lip. You ground down hard on his bulge, causing him to groan— you took that moment to slide your tongue in, wresting with his.

You slid off his lap, despite his whines of protest. You bit your lip, smirking at him.

“So needy baby… you need my touch don’t you? You need it bad.” You teased, spreading his knees apart and sliding in between his thick thighs.

You danced your fingers up his clothes thighs, your touches getting lighter as you inched closer to his zipper.

“Please (Y/n)…” He breathed out, his metal hand gripping the couch cushion— the fabric ripping at his fingertips.

You slowly pulled the zipper down, and he helped you by lifting his lower half up so you could slide his pants down. His thighs were on display now, only boxers in the way of your true destination. You didn’t rush though, and leaned down to pepper kisses all over his thighs, letting you tongue poke out when you got to his inner thighs. The action had Bucky shuttering, his skin buzzing delightfully.

“Fucking love these thighs baby… wanna ride ‘em.” You said in a deep, husky voice.

You watched him bite his lip, his hips jolt up at your words and you smirked again.

“You like the sound of that Buck? You want to see me rubbing my pussy on these gorgeous thighs?” You teased, kissing every inch of his skin until he was thrusting up into the air.

That’s when you started to feel bad and started to remove his boxers, letting his member spring free— slapping against his stomach.

Fuck— he was so thick.

The head was flushed, dripping with precum. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight of the veins running up the underside of his dick. You lowered your head, letting your breath fan his throbbing member— but not letting your lips touch him yet.

“So pretty baby…” You cooed, letting your hands smooth all around his bush of hair, lightly scratching the skin.

He gasped when one of your fingers neared the base of his cock, his member twitching in need. You smiled warmly at him, finally letting your hand wrap around the base of his cock. He almost cried, the sensation already too much— but he craved more.

“You’re so sensitive Buck…” You whispered, leaning your head down to the head of his cock, letting your tongue dart out to give his tip a lick.

His hips instinctively thrusted up, a quiet cry leaving his lips. He hadn’t allowed himself this pleasure in so long, he felt high from all the sensations.

“Taste so good baby…” You purred, dragging your hand up from his base to the head, swiping your thumb over his slit.

He let out a cry, the couch fabric ripped— some of the fluffing peeking out. You kept swiping your thumb back and fourth, addicted to the way he was melting from your fingertips.

“Doll please… don’t tease— I need you.” He whined, his grip getting increasingly tighter on the couch.

You chuckled, deciding that was enough torture for now. Taking him by surprise, you lowered your head taking his tip in your mouth. Again, his hips thrusted— like they had a mind of their own. You didn’t mind in fact, you’d happily let him fuck your throat if that was what he wanted.

You swirled your tongue around his tip, dipping the tip of your tongue in his slit every rotation— he about cried out every time you licked over it.

Your right hand traveled down his inner thigh, reaching for his balls— gently massaging them in your palm. He whimpered, squeezing his eyes tight— his sounds were enough to make your pussy clench around nothing.

“Baby has no one ever touched you here?” You asked him softly.

He opened his eyes, his blues glossy and his chest rising and falling rapidly from the new sensations. He shook his head and biting his lip when you rolled his balls again in your hand.

“N-no… feels so good…” He panted.

You leaned down even further, taking one of his balls in your mouth— licking around the ball and switching to the other one.

“Doll— fuck…” He moaned out, his eyes squeezing back shut.

You kept up your rotation, giving each ball some love— worshipping them like they should be. Your left hand traveled up, grabbing his cock and pumping him slowly. An idea came to mind suddenly and you were releasing his balls, lifting your head just to where he could see you.

“Buck, do you trust me?” You asked him, all while slowly pumping him.

He found it hard to answer, with you stroking him— he almost wanted to shut his eyes, letting himself fall into the abyss that was ecstasy. He fought against the latter, nodding his head.

“Always (Y/n).” He told you confidently, trusting you wholeheartedly— there was never a doubt in his mind. You were the one for him.

You smiled, and sat up a little more— giving his tip a kiss.

“I need you to get on your hands and knees baby, can you do that for me? I promise I’ll make you feel good.” You asked him softly, assuring him that he’d melt once again at your touch.

He waited half a second, before getting on his hands and knees. He relaxed knowing you’d never put him in an uncomfortable situation— he trusted you with everything.

After he was in place, he heard the sounds of shuffling behind him— he was completely exposed. He seemed even more turned on at the fact that you were behind him— knowing you were going to make him feel good. The suspense only had him growing harder.

You let your hands caress his soft skin on his cheeks, kneading the flesh. You lowered your face down and started peppering kisses on his cheeks— showering his skin with the affection his deserved.

He hummed in satisfaction, smiling to himself at your sweet touches. You were being so gentle— so patient with him. It made tears well in his eyes, the way you were just so perfect.

You palmed both his cheeks, spreading the flesh until you had a clear shot to his puckered hole. Without wasting anymore time, you leaned forward and licked a stripe from his balls to his hole. The action had him gasping, but otherwise felt himself pressing his ass further into you.

“Never been touched here either huh?” You whispered, flattening your tongue and repeating the action. “Don’t worry baby— I’m not going to leave you abandoned. I’m going to make sure I kiss every inch of your skin from now on, if you’ll let me.”

You took his balls in your mouth again, before trailing your tongue back to his hole— swirling the tip of your tongue around. Bucky whined at the new sensation, wondering how he had gone this long without experiencing it.

“I want you to— fuck I need you to!” He mewled, lowering his head down, his ass raised in the air.

“I’ve got you Buck— just relax and let go. You deserve this baby— you deserve all of this.” You hushed, reaching a hand down to begin to pump his dangling member.

His hips thrusted into your hand, his whimpers edging you on. You returned your mouth on his hole, switching back and fourth from the puckered skin to his balls— letting your warm mouth devour him. Your hand kept a steady pace, pumping him at medium speed, making sure with every pump you reached his tip.

“Fuck doll— I’m close…” He whimpered, his metal arm whirring as he fisted the fabric of the couch.

You continued stimulating every part of him you could, letting him feel all new sensations— letting him sink into an euphoric oblivion.

You could feel his breathing get heavier, alerting you that he was just about there. It was when you prodded his hole with your tongue was when he cried out, and a particularly hard pump had him seeing stars— his head flopped down onto the couch as he spilled cum below him.

You kept pumping him slowly, kissing his cheeks as he calmed down— his breathing slowing as he came back to earth. Releasing his member gently, he shifted and turned towards you, sitting back up against the couch. His eyes were hooded glazed over in ecstasy, but mainly— that haunted look he always sported had faded away.

Your heart swelled from the sight of him so relaxed. You kneeled down in between his legs and rubbed his thighs softly, gazing up at him with devotion.

“How was that Buck?” You whispered, watching his eyes well up again with tears.

“Fucking amazing… thank you.” He told you, voice cracking slightly at the end.

“Don’t thank me baby, it’s what you deserve. You deserve to loved like that— every single inch of you deserves to be loved.” You told him, raising a hand from his thigh to tuck a strand behind his ear.

He wasted no time and pulled you on his lap, your pantie covered core sitting on top of his member. You shuttered slightly at the friction the action caused, and Bucky chuckled.

“Looks like someone needs the attention now.” He teased, immediately going back to being in control.

It was so easy being with you, he didn’t have to hide or hold himself back with you— he didn’t know how he had gotten so lucky. He was truly the luckiest man alive, having you to live life with.

“I fucking love you so much (Y/n).” He whispered, pecking your lips.

You smiled, your face flustered from the tiny gesture. He never failed to make you feel all giddy, his love tickling you.

“I love you too Buck.” You whispered back, pressing your lips against his, letting his tongue sneak in and tracing your bottom lip.

As the two of you continued to drown in each other, truly forgetting the outside world— his coco had grown hard again, and your panties were nearly ruined— soaked with arousal you almost couldn’t stand it.

You both were in for a long night, not that either of you were complaining.

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