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enchantedbarnes · 4 months

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Recommendations 💖

I've been wanting to do something with recommendations for ages now, but there's just too many to even know where to begin! Here's a chaos list of past and present faves 🥰

Completed fics

Undisclosed by @pellucid-constellations

Pairing: Lumberjack!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Desperate to outrun a secret that could cost you your life, you seek refuge in a small mountain town. Its deep forests and small cabins make it the perfect place to hide, but the travel website hadn’t mentioned anything about the quiet, burly lumberjack that wouldn’t leave your thoughts. No one had warned Bucky about you either.

Lumpy and Bunny masterlist by @sweetdreamsbuck

Pairing: beefy lumberjack!bucky x f!reader

Summary: Bucky's never been so scared of a feeling in his life. there are too many what if's– too many fears bubbling deep within the parts of him left broken and hollow, untouched for far too long. but he never envisioned finding you– and he's entirely too impatient; entirely too certain no one's ever been more infatuated with something than how he feels for you.

Sweet and Sour by @sashaisready

Pairing: Bucky Barnes Mob AU x Femme Reader

Summary: You're hard at work in Pepper's Bakery when notorious mob boss James 'Bucky' Barnes darkens your doorway one typical afternoon, and life is never the same again.

While you're over there you might as well check out ...

Under the Radar by @sashaisready

Pairing: Nick Fowler x reader

Summary: Reader is a brilliant but shy and awkward CIA employee whose work is often overlooked by her colleagues…she’s blended into the background for so long that she doesn’t think there’s any other way - even if she does have secret aspirations for another life. Unbeknownst to her - a certain blue eyed agent is very aware of her talents, even if nobody else is.

The Thrill of the Hunt by @rookthorne

Pairing: Scare Actor!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

The ancient game of cat and mouse, a fight for survival between a predator and their prey, wasn’t a new phenomenon – it had been practised for centuries and it was an art that very, very few perfected. For years you had chased the craving to find someone that had mastered the art of the hunt, and for Halloween, you had gone all out and visited a haven unlike any other. It was there that you found your match. Cloaked in nothing but black and shrouded in a sense of lethality, you would have to run from this shadow in an adrenaline fuel haze unlike any other. A chase for the ages, the very one you desired. And if he caught you, your world would end as you knew it.

The Lookout by @mymoonagedaydream

Pairing: ParkRanger!Bucky x y/n

Summary: It was amazing, really, how quickly one person managed to turn your dream job into a living nightmare.

Paring: Beefy and Teacher! Bucky x milf! reader Summary: Bucky doesn't play favorites but Amaya is definitely his favorite, especially because her mom is hot.. Cue a 6-year-old trying to get Bucky to be her dad.

Operation get Mr Bucky and Momma together by @golden-barnes

Worst Idea Ever by @firefly-in-darkness

Pairing: Y/N & Bucky Barnes, Other Marvel Characters.

Summary: Wedding Season is brutal as it is but throw in two friends that decide to be each other’s plus ones and a mixed bag of feelings, what's the worst that could happen?

Classylo's masterlist

home for the holidays by @classylo

When your family begs you to come home for the holidays and to bring the new guy you’ve been seeing, you don’t have the heart to tell them your good-for-nothing-ex cheated on you… good thing your roommate is available and will do absolutely anything you ask.

should've been you by @classylo

He was supposed to meet you at the game. He was supposed to be the one you went on a date with. He was the one you were supposed to fall in love with. Yet, here you are three years into a relationship with another… it should’ve been him, not his best friend.

Moral of the Story by @justkending

Summary: From childhood friends, to highschool sweethearts, the two naive, young, and lovestruck teens decided the best way to keep a strong relationship during college would be to marry right out of highschool. No one batted an eye at the idea as everyone knew they were soulmates. However, college is a big step in a person’s life. You learn new things about yourself, you make new friends, find new hobbies… And maybe being newly weds and going to different colleges across the states wasn’t the best plan… After a falling out, a tragic and heartbreaking divorce, the two now despise the other for how the whole thing was handled. Neither not really knowing both sides of the story. 10 years later, and they both get a call from the lawyers office that settled their divorce. Somehow the papers never went through and the divorce was never completed. So now, the exes, or should we say husband and wife, have to meet back up after all these years to settle their failed marriage once and for all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Everest by @justkending

Summary: She was done and retired. After Thanos and the battle of a lifetime, she called it quits and distanced herself from the Avenger lifestyle. But word finds her that someone from her past is in danger. What the journey entails was never one she wanted to face nor one she saw becoming her reality again. The rollercoaster that comes with fighting evil odds arrives on her doorstep, not leaving much room for a no… Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Coming in Hot by @nexusnyx

When your best friend Sarah recommends you a mechanic of her brother’s trust, all you can think about and pray to is that he doesn’t rip you off. Your car is your prized possession and amidst all the worry and concern of your medical studies, drowning in even more debt sounds as suffocating as it would be. Of course, you never thought of the possibility of the mechanic being the problem. A hot, polite, gentle, and silent-type of problem. Drowning in debt would be easier to navigate than the blue of Bucky Barnes’s eyes.

Pairing: Mechanic Bucky x Reader

Though I Have Never Read by @tuiccim

Pairing: Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Summary: You had run away from all of your problems and found solitude in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. When a storm blows in, it drags a man with a metal arm through your door. Offering shelter, you spend one night together before he disappears. Years later, you find yourselves together again but does he remember that night or you at all?

Blink Twice by @simmerandwrite

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: It was just an undetermined amount of time in a safehouse with a stranger: Bucky “I didn’t come here to make friends” Barnes himself. Would it really be all that different from your lonely life with your cat in the city? Bucky was basically a cat, anyway. He was quiet on his feet, only really made noise when it was dinner time, and you both seemed to just coexist without acknowledging each other. His mandate was to keep you safe. What could go wrong?

teach me how to love by @buckyismybicycle

Pairing: DAD!BUCKY X TEACHER!READER

Natasha leaves behind her precious daughter, Yelena, and with her dying breath asks Bucky to look after her.

Sweet by @noceurous

summary: it was something cliche but your fuck buddy fell for you nonetheless, even though you swore you would never do relationships again. But rules are meant to be broken.

call me when you want by @bonky-n-steeb

summary: when you call a sex hotline with a need to be dominated you don’t expect to meet (or hear) someone as wonderful as James. but your life becomes a complicated mess as you already love your coworker, Bucky Barnes. however, you are unaware that they are actually the same person.

Part 1 & Part 2

Grow Old With Me by @sonderosa

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

...you could wait fifty years if he asked it of you. You’d promised him that, and he’d smiled and kissed you, told you that in fifty years he wanted to be old with you, sitting on a porch in rocking chairs and watching the sunset. You wanted that, too; it was a beautiful dream.

Pairing: Mechanic!Bucky x Fem!Personal Assistant!Reader Summary: It's your first international trip working for bestselling author Tony Stark as his new personal assistant, and you're desperate to prove yourself worthy of such an incredible opportunity. But when things start to go wrong whilst staying in Dublin, and suddenly you're stuck in the middle of the Wicklow Mountains with a flat tire, you're convinced that you'll be fired before the day is over. Luckily, a handsome, blue-eyed mechanic with an accent that makes your insides melt comes just in time to save the day.

Sweeter Than Honey by @foreverindreamlandd

Their other series are also *chefs kiss* -> go read the rest of @foreverindreamlandd's series

Love at First Grade by @buckysimp101

Pairing: Single Dad!Bucky Barnes x Single Mom!Reader; Teacher!Bucky x CEO!Reader

Summary: When father and first grade teacher Bucky Barnes ends up with Avery L/N in his class, the daughter of the “ruthless” CEO of L/N Enterprises, he's in for a surprise that's sure to change his life.

Teacher's Favorite AU by @suitk0via

Pairing: Dad!Bucky x Teacher!Reader

Summary: You are first grade teacher and Bucky is a single dad who wants to be involved with everything his little girl - Elaine - does. He’s the dad all the parent’s and faculty drool over. You quickly become Elaine's favorite teacher and Bucky's just gotta meet you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

The Heart is a Deep Ocean by @dreamlessinparis

Summary: Titanic was known as the ship of dreams. For you, it was the dream of getting home, or so you thought. From the moment you locked eyes with James Buchanan Barnes, all those dreams changed and your life was never the same.

Pairing: ex-military amputee!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Something Domestic by @fandoms-writings

Summary: Needing an escape from the loud and busy city life, Bucky comes to stay with you on your little farm. He didn’t expect you, a hardworking and beautiful woman with struggles of your own, to take his breath away and make life a little less dreary.

Labyrinth by @frostironfudge

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, (Modern AU)

Summary: labyrinth (noun), a complicated set of paths and passages, through which it is difficult to find your way. Bucky and You would do anything for Steve and Wanda, your respective best friends. In an attempt to avoid a tradition Steve and Wanda come up with a lie involving their best friends. A lie, that involves building a labyrinth. Bucky and You begin to build but will you two find your way out or be caught in it?

nostalgia for the new by @real-jane

pairing: bucky barnes x female!reader shield agent

summary: bucky meets you because of your exquisite taste in music, and he finds in you a solace he didn't realize was possible. you create for bucky something he's never found before: nostalgia for a time that hasn't happened yet, and hope for a future where he might be loved.

Ongoing fics

Honey Girl by @violentdelightsandviolentends

Pairing: Dad'sBestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au

Summary: The Universe shows you your soulmate when it feels like you need them most. When you least expect it, you're given yours - Bucky Barnes. Your Dad's best friend. You can try to refuse it all you like; but the universe wants what it wants. There's no denying fate.

After all those years by @ziawbarnes

Pairing: AU Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Peggy and Steve's wedding in Mexico takes an unexpected turn when you and Bucky, who initially couldn't attend, end up joining the celebration. With no available rooms, Bucky becomes your roommate for ten days, leading to unexpected adventures and new connections.

Fresh Start by @nicoline1998enilocin (on hiatus but I love)

Pairing: Teacher!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: In this universe you can explore the story between Bucky Barnes as a middle school teacher, and Y/N with her son Luca. They just moved to the other side of the country, and have decided to completely start over their lives. On the first day at his new school, Luca quickly befriends his new teacher, and Y/N can't help but take a liking to him as well.

A Past Encounter by @majesty-madness

Summary: Being in a relationship with Bucky, Y/N prided herself on knowing him quite well but when she’s accidentally teleported back to the 1940's, Y/N discovers that there is a whole other Bucky that she has yet to meet. The sweet flirt that had everything going for him before his unfortunate capture by HYDRA.

Neighbors by @writerlyhabits

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: You get to know your neighbor across the hall, James.

Unexpected by @repressedqueen

Paring: SexWorker!Bucky x reader

Summary: After a crazy night out celebrating your birthday, somehow you ended up outside a brothel debating on whether it was time for you to finally have sex or not.

My Little Love by @crazyunsexycool

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced Fem! Reader

Dr. Feelgood by @endless-summer-soldier

pairing: Surgeon!Bucky x SurgicalIntern!Reader

summary: Y/N has a one night stand with a handsome stranger the night before starting her new job as a surgical intern. Little does she know, the handsome stranger also happens to be her new boss

Pairing: Teacher!Reader x Single Dad!Bucky

Untitled Single Dad!Bucky Fic by @angie-likes-to-art

Summary: You made a promise to yourself to not sleep with any parents before starting teaching, little did you know the guy you slept with two days before is the dad of your cutest student.

Too much love to choose from, here's some creators with masterlists you need to check out! ❤️‍🔥

@navybrat817

@jobean12-blog

@coffeecatsandcandles

@metalbuckaroo

@wkemeup

@nickfowlerrr

I love and appreciate all of you 💕 thank you for all your hard work 🥰

Happy Reading!

(Dividers by saradika)

RECOMMENDATION LIST #2 CAN BE FOUND -> **HERE**

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cherryqueen28 · 6 months

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~Bucky Barnes Master List~

click here for Main Master List

~Bucky Barnes Tumblr~

~HEADCANONS~

✨Bucky Barnes SFW Headcanons @ohbuckysmetalarm

~ONE SHOTS~

✨Feel Again doctor!Bucky x Reader @wkemeup

Silent Girl + The Winter Soldier Bucky x Reader @kinanabinks

You're My Heaven Bucky x Reader @angrythingstarlight

Midnight Promises Bucky x Reader @fineprintedsunsets

✨here (doesn't have a title) Bucky x Shy!Reader @buckyalpine

✨Stealing Hearts Mob!Bucky x Thief!Reader @sinner-as-saint

Abandoned Bucky x Reader @queen-of-the-avengers

✨here (doesn't have a title) Bucky x Reader @buckyalpine

✨Safe and Sound Bucky x Librarian!Reader @sinner-as-saint

✨On his knees Hades!Bucky x Mortal!Reader @sweetsweetnuit

here (doesn't have a title) CEO!Bucky x Secretary!Reader @buckyalpine

here (doesn't have a title) Bucky x Reader @buckyalpine

Safe Haven Bucky x Reader @sinner-as-saint

Rescue Me Bucky x Reader @sinner-as-saint

Santa and Sunshine Bucky x Reader @sinner-as-saint

here (doesn't have a title) Biker!Bucky x Reader @sinner-as-saint

The Unseen Hades!Bucky x Reader @sinner-as-saint

Capital Letter Bucky x Reader @sinner-as-saint

Bad Guy Mafia!Bucky x Reader @sinner-as-saint

✨I can save you this time Bucky x Reader @pellucid-constellations

✨I Meant You Bucky x Reader @magicalqueennightmare

✨Faking it Bucky x Reader @pellucid-constellations

✨Step Foot Bucky Barnes x Reader @basicallybarnes

✨Battle Scars Bucky x Reader @time-for-a-lullaby

✨Happy Little Acidents Bucky x Female!Art Teacher!Reader @espinosaurusrexex

✨Firewood Lumberjack!Bucky x reader @mrsbarnesblog

✨Morning Delight Bucky x Reader @mrsbuckybarnes1917

~SERIES~

✨No Day but Today Bucky Barnes x artist!female reader @buckysfaveplum

✨Sun Rise Veteran!Bucky x Librarian!Reader @wkemeup

✨Fight for me Beefy!Bucky x Reader @littleseasiren

✨Trying Bucky Barnes x Reader @moonlight-prose

✨Blink Twice Bucky Barnes x Reader @simmerandwrite

✨Missing Piece Bucky x Reader @likeahorribledream

✨Safe with me Bucky x Reader @bitsandbobsandstuff

✨Undisclosed beefy!Bucky x Reader @pellucid-constellations

✨Pretty Women, this is me trying Bucky x Female Sexworker!Reader @captainsimagines

You're my sunshine Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader (Mob!Au Bodyguard!Au) @theeleggymeggy

✨Our home to heal Bucky x Reader @subwaysurf45

✨Heart Lines Bucky x Reader @buckyskorpion

✨Broken TFWS!Bucky x Reader @soulgazingwithbucky

Drifting CW!Bucky x Reader @real-jane

Something Domestic ex military amputee!Bucky x Reader @fandoms-writings

✨Under Pastel Skies Bucky x Reader AU (also on AO3) @redgillan

Yours to Wield Mob!Bucky x Reader @sinner-as-saint

✨A Little Rusty Mechanic!Bucky x Reader @subwaysurf45

✨Double Agent Bucky x Reader @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Pride and Privacy Bucky x Reader @adrinktostopyourthirst

✨ Guys My Age AU Divorced!DILF!Neighbor!Bucky x Reader @valleyfae

~Bucky Barnes Wattpad~

✨Red-Bucky Barnes x OC author: leatherstuddedx

✨Safe with me author: bitsandbobsandstuff (this is also available to read on Tumblr-- can be found in my Tumblr Bucky Barnes list)

✨Rose author: cassidyhudspeth (couldn't link the story so I linked the authors account)

✨Recollection author: primuskat

✨Daybreak author: Big_turd_blossom

✨Haven author: mxrvelous- (couldn't link the story so I linked the authors account)

✨Hard to love author: Hoe4BuckyBarnes

✨HAPPY author: lilyroselilac24

✨missing pieces author: -BUCKYBXRNES

✨The ghost we hide author: galestxrm

~Bucky Barnes AO3~

✨The Hurt and The Healing by The_Grey_Lady_Weeps

✨What he did to me by opheliaapril

✨Moving forward by MadHatter2019

✨The Safety Deposit Box by tinytofuturle

✨The White Wolf by HumanDisorder

✨The Strong, Silent Type by Loloorenn

✨Coming in hot by adarasink

✨Good Heart (Faulty Machine of a Man) by lightninginmyeyes

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sweetdreamsbuck · 2 years

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enraptured

beefy lumberjack!bucky x f!reader (lumby and bunny au)

w.c: fucking long i'm so sorry i have no control (8k)

warnings: SMUT, angst/mention of Bucky's past, oral (f rec), p in v, dom+needy!bucky (this is lumby we are talking ab), fluff, he's so in love that it's actually rude and you might die

summary: Bucky's never been so scared of a feeling in his life. there are too many what if's– too many fears bubbling deep within the parts of him left broken and hollow, untouched for far too long. but he never envisioned finding you– and he's entirely too impatient; entirely too certain no one's ever been more infatuated with something than how he feels for you.

a/n: the long overdo lumby and bunny's first time. i'm so nervous to share this with you and i rewrote this about 3 times lmao. not proofread, all mistakes are my own. i hope you enjoy and please feel free to let me know what you think. tumblr did not want me posting this apparently, please read it lol xo

𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢

The last few months have been bliss, to put it bluntly.

As the ground awoke from the lasting bite of winter, so have you. His laugh, his voice, his scent, his eyes– god those fucking eyes.

Every day has been something new and exciting; your sweet boy has been nothing short of perfect in the little while you’ve gotten to know him.

Endearing, charming, attentive– but there was something burning under those layers of gleaming eyes and rosy pink cheeks; under his breathless giggles and groaned utterances of his shy ‘come on bun… you’re makin’ me go all silly’.

It wasn’t your fault he looked so pretty when he blushed.

You could feel it in his stare, in the way his hands started holding your curves with a bit more need– even apart from those few intense nights spent on his couch.

His touch had been something that hadn’t shied away from letting you know just where he wanted to be; holding you between his palms was where he felt he fit best.

The force his body used to chop heavy stumps day after day took a lot out of him– years of strain strenuous on his mind, on his limbs. Bucky’s hands only knew rough wind and a death grip; until he met just how soft you could feel under them, that was.

Now they caressed with a featherlight air, molding perfectly around the dips and swell of you. Bucky liked having his hands on you– he knew he just needed to touch you. But there was something off.

Almost as if he was afraid of placing them on you– a hesitancy you couldn’t quite name.

Running gentle tingles along the length of your spine, tracing circles and shy patterns into the secrecy of your sides, his hands began to relax for the first time in years. His lips would sear fire across every inch of skin they discovered, the plump pillows teasing your throat and the span of your shoulders with nervous breaths whispered.

If the shivers and soft whines you graced him with from just his recent discovery of weightlessness were this heavenly– fuck.

He’s fucked.

How’s he meant to contain all his desires– all the urges festering torturously in the pits of his stomach? He’d never be able to stay away once he knew what it was like to let himself go.

What if you felt the same way she did?

While his mouth caressed you, his hands followed. Ghosting over each trail and trace of his tongue, goosebumps spreading across your skin like sparks in a flame.

It was perfect. You’d never known being wanted could feel so right.

As you’d sink further into his chest, hands gripping the back of his neck while he tugged at your thighs to straddle him, he’d shut down. Meeting your movements for a moment, a low moan sounding deep in the depths of his throat as you rolled your hips, pulling at you desperately with a jolt of his core before he realized what he was doing.

Gasps of air and a shaky Bucky would act, anchoring his hands at your waist and slowing his lips gently up the side of your jaw. Chaste, teasing, a soft brush of ‘you’re so perfect bun,’ mumbled against your mouth before cuddling beside you on the couch, turning on a movie to cut through the tense air.

He wanted to take this slow– as slow as you’d let him. The sharp daggers embedded into his heart still left their sting, echoes of her words, 'You’re a fucking hermit. No one wants a man who can’t function in public. It’s embarrassing, really. I don’t want to live in the woods, let alone with you.'

'Let alone with you.'

He still hears it. He still feels it. True and bold, ringing loudly in every shielded touch on your back and hesitant kiss pressed against your temple.

'And you’re so clingy. My god. I need my own space, Bucky. You say you can’t breathe in the city and yet you manage to suffocate me here.'

He’s well over her. Hasn’t had a feeling toward that woman since she broke his heart. But the words left their boom, and with you– he’d never be able to stomach it. What if you felt the same way?

But fuck– he was going to combust. Bucky was certain of it. It was all he's been able to think about, to breathe about the last few weeks.

He felt his nerves taunting him with every moment he found himself in your presence, craving the need to know you deeper; to hold your palm, to name the hairs on the back of your neck, hell– to study the skin of your knees.

It might only be several weeks, but he knows. It’s love. He can’t remember the feeling ever being this scalding; the desire to be with someone every second of the day, the need to wrap himself around them and never let go– he loves you.

Bucky knew from the moment you stuffed your hands into his jacket that he needed you to cling to him like that forever.

Your touch is all consuming, a swell and tide he can’t help but long for. So good, so fucking good. His stomach wraps itself in tight knots thinking of how much he craves it.

He’s in love with you. Bucky wants to take this slow, and your accidental self-deprecating joke about how no one’s ever wanted to love you before on that amazing first date was not something he took lightly. But he feels the way you reach for him, the way you cling to him and softly whisper for more.

It’s that same nagging he feels pinching at his spine, too.

You’re both entirely too impatient.

And Bucky’s going to burst.

He wants to give you everything. To inhale you, to make you crave him as deeply as he’s addicted to you, to have you give yourself over to him wholly– but he can’t stop her words from haunting him.

There was a wavering hesitancy behind every brush of his hands, a sheltered sigh in each press of his lips against yours, until tonight.

•••

He asked you to dress nice, that it was a surprise– a date he’d been planning all week. Bucky knew you both loved spoiling those you cared for with nice things, with lavish gifts and surprises worthy of their heart. But he also knew– a bit smugly– that if he were to dress in his nicest button-down, arrange the rooms of his cabin with soft candles and the aroma of a delicious dinner that he cooked, you’d leap right out of your soles with delight.

Seeing you light up made everything seem so clear– the harsh noises bouncing around his head would cease, save for the loud thumping of his heart sounding soaringly in his ears. And in the safety of his own home, he’d have you all for himself.

But Bucky wasn’t prepared for the ground to freeze over the way it did when he opened the door to you.

A harsh huff of air leaves his lips, frozen solid at the base his tongue, incessant on the struggle of not letting it find its way back in. Unblinking eyes cradle every inch of your satin-adorned figure with a reverence unknown to you– unknown to anyone that wasn’t on the receiving end of it at this exact moment.

The ice spreads further, mouth frozen in place but his jaw loose as ever, itching to etch itself within your skin. The soft glow emanating from the way you look basking in the moonlight, peaking its way through the sea of thick evergreens littered behind you was a sight he’d never forget. Ever.

Not even a thermal camera could capture the radiance of what he feels, staring at you.

A deep black fabric clings a little too perfectly to your figure, the pudge of your stomach and dip of your hip highlighted beneath its silky sheen. A strappy pair of heels and a glossy stain on your lip sit prettily, complimenting the dress so simply– his throat is on fire.

Something too terribly similar to that of coarse ash and cinnamon line his airways, a roaring heat blazing pitifully in the base of his throat.

Dry, wordless, breathless.

And his brain can’t find the power to extinguish the feeling.

Struggling to think of anything but the way he can not handle being near you without his body betraying his fears; he stops fighting it. He needs you; to love you and suffocate you– and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t let you know it.

Letting his eyes sweep across every inch of you, painting the form of the angel standing before him with the smoke of an arctic storm behind his gaze, his pulse quickens with a renewed purpose. Heat pounds through his veins, straight to the very tips of his fingers and toes.

He’s so helplessly in love with you.

“You gonna let me in, Buck?” you laugh.

Oh.

His hand was gripped around the door since he’d opened it, so tightly you could've sworn the wood cracked a bit under his hold. Opening it all the way while his neck ran crimson, nodding furiously down at you as he ignores the splinters of wood falling from his fist.

Brushing a hand across his chest, your fingers toy with a button of his shirt before looking up at him through your lashes. “You, look incredible. Holy shit,” you smooth up his neck, pulling him down to press a short kiss to the side of his mouth before pushing past him, “so handsome.” He shudders at your voice, the spreading blush growing across his complexion at the flutter of your eager eyes and scurrying fingers.

Inebriation– amorous, hazardous, oh so beside himself in anguish with the sight in front of him; the fabric swaying with the taunt of your thighs, your perfume tickling past his nose and making his brain fuzzy. “Bunny…” he whispers.

He’s never been more sure of anything in his life.

“Yeah, Bucky?” turning to meet his eye, his air consumes you.

The weight of his compulsion happens in a surge, hand grabbing for your neck, the other squeezing around your hip. Propelled by your scent, by your intoxicating sting, crashing his towering frame into your softness as desperate lips meld against yours. His warm tongue invades your mouth, hungrily exploring with a new blaze, soft moans pressed against you as you melt into him. Decadent cologne tints your senses, sandalwood and spice seeping into every last pore of your skin as he sinks his claim deep within you.

His hand moves lower, grasping at your ass and pressing your hips against his, a deep chuckle sounding in his chest as he feels your hands begin to claw at him.

You’re nothing like her.

The desperation in each of your rushed embraces and heavy breaths confirms the shock with his sudden urge, the power and force of his movements quenching a drought you didn’t know was there. But this is only a small chip at the ice of who he really is, and he can’t wait to let himself go.

This new intensity in which he reached for you told you he wasn’t planning on letting you go anytime soon.

You need more.

More of him, more of whatever it was he’s been hiding deep behind every breath and winded stroke of his knuckles against your cheek.

He sucks at your lip, biting and toying with you until you mewl and pull him back in, smoothing your hands around the back of his head and into his soft locks.

Time seems to cease when his hand cups your jaw and slants his soft mouth against yours, tilting your head delicately with a purposeful need. Teeth nip at your throat, lips soothing the ache, humming behind your ear, “M’sorry,” a low laugh, rich with disbelief. “I can’t even begin to tell you how gorgeous you are,” fixated on the spot just below your jaw, savoring your sigh. “We’d be here for a while if I tried.”

He doesn't voice it, but you hear him loud and clear: we have all night, bunny.

You grab his hair, needing him closer, heating up under his gravelly tone. His hands roam your back, clinging to the silky fabric sewn around you. “My goodness. This dress….”

Bucky feels it, the hardness growing against your thigh.

Your damn thighs.

Unashamedly, he nudges his nose along the shell of your ear. “Let’s go eat, pretty girl. Can't seem to control myself around ya anymore…” admission never felt so easy, his sheepish smirk something gluttonous. “Been cooking all afternoon. Promised you a nice evening, didn’t I?” He pulls away sweeping his hunger over you, unbridled lust burning every inch of you. A shiver rumbles deep in your chest under his gaze, cold fingers dancing up your back before brushing down your arms, linking his hand with yours.

“You’re all mine for the rest of the night,” he brings your fingers to meet his eager lips, brushing your knuckles against him. Awe slips through his kisses, a softly muttered confession spilled to the veins of your hand, “Can’t believe you’re here with me right now.”

The scent of earthy tomatoes and warm bread carries you both over to the kitchen, Bucky's thumb brushing over your knuckles as you take in the sight of his table: decorated with a gorgeous bouquet of roses, a few candles, and two perfectly plated meals sitting closely to one another.

“What do you mean?” you question breathlessly, oregano and garlic filling your nostrils.

He pulls out a chair for you, waiting for you to sit before sauntering over to open a bottle of wine. A glimmer of cynicism flickers across his features, a short smile falsely placed. His tongue sweeps over his lip before sucking his bottom lip between his teeth.

He looks at you with a telling shake of his head, light of just how stunned he finds himself apparent while grabbing your wine glass and filling it, “Someone like you doesn’t just come walking into my life– anyone’s life, actually.” He sets your glass in front of you, picking up his own to fill. “Don’t think anyone on earth understands what it’s like getting to know you, to be with you while you walk around…” he tapers off, adoration apparent in the lusty blues of his eyes sweeping over you, “shit– looking like you do. Having you want to be here in my home...dressing up nice for me. It's a lot. I'm not used to it."

'I'm not used to feeling wanted.'

And god do you want him.

He grabs his glass and holds it up to your wide and waiting eyes, nodding for you to raise yours to toast. “To the most perfect person I’ve ever met. And for being here with me”

You shake your head, speechless and bashfully clinking your glass against his. “Such a smooth talker, Bucky.”

A giggle slips past your tongue, nervously swishing the red liquid around the glass before bringing it to your lips.

He hums, eyebrow quirking up at your dismissal. “Don’t need to be one when it comes to you. You make feeling things… painfully easy. But so difficult to concentrate. Yeah,” he nods to himself, basking in the chill of your wide eyes flitting across his face, “so fucking difficult.”

You preen under his husky admittance, a warmth spreading through your core. “I know the feeling,” a sheepish chirp. He squints his eyes at you, taking a sip of his wine. “But you're wrong, you know. No one who’s anything like you goes around inviting me over and cooking me a meal.”

He timidly smirks at that, the pink stain you love tainting his cheeks. “Such a shame. Guess that’s my problem to fix then, huh?” he shrugs, pulling his chair to sit next to you, the frames kissing one another.

He tries not to observe like a hawk– he really does. Opening his mouth to say something, anything, so he doesn't make a babbling fool of himself. But he can't help it.

Those words.

Anxious feelings creep back in, following your every move as you scoop a forkful of pasta, nerves accelerating past a scream before he can stop himself, “I know you like Italian so I thought I’d make some pasta. It was ma’s recipe and uh, I love it but I haven’t had someone worth making it for in a long time and I hope it’s ok because now that I think about it, I haven’t really coo–” a deep moan cuts him off, your eyes shutting in appreciation as the taste of warm pepper and fresh garlic invades your tastebuds.

“Gosh Bucky, this is delicious. Mmm, your mom is a genius. This is incredible,” you scoop another bite into your mouth, his nerves dissipating with every word and soft moan of praise.

Fuck– he’s not making it out of tonight alive.

“I believe I cooked this for you, not my mother,” he chides, a bit shaky but just as playful as ever.

Your eyes skim up past his broad frame, watching his shoulders expand as he nervously exhales. It's perfect, really; the way he needs you to know how special this is to him, how good it makes him feel being here with you. The spread of your lips is inevitable, a blinding smile curling inside the high rounds of your cheeks. The joy buzzing across your face rapids down his spine in swift waves, your knee brushing against his as the point of your shoe meets his calf under the table.

The smile grants him reprieve, the air filtering through his chest somewhat normally, grinning so boyishly as you grab your glass, finishing it all in one gracious gulp. “Well then, just gonna have to send my compliments to the chef. How would he like my gratitude?”

Your foot travels up the inside of his leg, your bodies acutely more awake than when you first sat down.

“However you’d like. As long as it’s from you,” his hand smoothes across your leg, fingers dancing past your knee, slipping under the creamy fabric of your dress. “I’m sure we can work something out….” Bucky's lips bow to meet your shoulder, a lull brushing effortlessly against your warm skin and moving up your throat. “But I’m gonna need you to eat that whole plate. Can’t have you growing weak on me,” he hums against your ear, pressing a quick promise to your pulse.

Dinner continued on like that– with desires of something even tangier than the zest of parmesan or the basil he decorated his sauce with. Whispered taunts and giggles against the ear of the other, wandering fingers and teasing hands itching to explore.

Bucky was right– feeling things had been painfully easy. Easy, but so beyond your willpower to try and focus on anything half the time; it was exciting. To feel any and every little thing all at once.

Tonight, you needed him to know how you’ve been feeling– all the greedy thoughts and cries you’ve been hiding away in each chase of his lips and slow grind of your hips. But this quickening darkness in his eyes, in the fervor of his hands, in the rasp of his voice– he was feeling it too. If not just as much, more.

You love him.

His hand never left your thigh throughout dinner, stroking tenderly. Pressing his calloused fingertips into you, kneading and tracing circles into the skin he had yet to get a look at.

His meal was finished long before yours, antsy and desperate to be near you, to touch you. And god, that neck. The scent of your skin has been choking him all night, he needs to memorize it, to drown in it.

Bucky’s hand snakes up your back, tracing the soft divots at the top of your spine as you rambled on about work. Nodding every so often at a particular point you’d make, intently and actively trying to focus on your words; on what Clarence did to make you so mad, on how your boss jipped you of your time off; but falling victim to the shape of your lips, to the cute frustration in your forehead, the strength behind the arch of your brow.

He couldn’t think of a moment that made more sense than this– being here with you, listening to your voice fill him in on the bits of your day he missed out on.

To hear about your day, your worries, the things that made you smile, your successes and failures– it was all he wanted. Terribly so; his fingers ached.

Bucky wanted this. So much– to love you with everything he had.

It happened before you could realize, his hand gliding up and up, slithering with a gentle scratch at your sensitive flesh until his knuckle ghosted against your center. A thin whine leaves your throat, your legs clamping around him. His fingers still, trapped hot and excited between your soft thighs.

And that’s when your sweet boy finally snaps. “You make me crazy, bunny,” his dark eyes lock on yours, sliding the hand wrapped around the back of your neck to encircle your thigh, urging you to rest on the spread of his legs.

Your thighs willingly part, resting against his wall of muscle he calls a leg, his hand free and steeping to explore the rest of you. “I can’t control my thoughts anymore. You’re all I think about. Day and night. You, you, you.” His hand inches slowly, the satin pooling around his arm as he travels higher and higher, fingers erupting prickles of excitement along your skin.

Nudging his nose against yours, his lips meet your cheek, eyes fluttering in a torturous surrender. “My sweet girl.”

Wounded with desire, an agonizing fever mouths his raspy heat in declarations along the curves of your face. “You,” pressed to the corner of your mouth.

“You”, trailing along your jaw.

“You”, bitten against your pulse.

“Bucky,” you breathe out, grasping his broad shoulders between your palms.

A ravenous moan surges through him, inhaling the length of your neck, trembling as your legs open wider to his touch, drunk and emboldened from the way your body listens to him.

He knew you’d be such a good girl for him.

“I gotta touch you, bun,” he growls. “I gotta have you,” his arm slinks around your back to pull you to rest across his lap. His hand stays under your dress, toying with the lace keeping you from him.

Lips play at your collarbone, a rough finger stroking along the wet gusset of your panty. “Do you know what you do to me?” a husky plea twirls around the base of your neck, scratching at your skin. Bucky nips across your shoulder, pulling the strap of your dress between his teeth and down your arm.

Goosebumps spread under his breath, his stubble branding his urgency into even the most ordinary parts of you.

“Please Bucky,” you whine, locking your fingers in the thick tendrils of hair along his scalp.

Such a good girl for him.

He shivers as your nails send volts of sweet pain past every nerve, moaning shakily into the smooth satin around your chest. You squirm under the vibration, under the tickle of the finger tracing along your clothed folds, moving your hips to beg him to press harder.

But he stills.

His eyes stay closed, heavy breathing filling the silence of the room. You breathe against his forehead, soothing your fingers through his hair. “Bucky?”

His head shakes against you, his mouth returning to your skin while wrapping you up in his arms, standing from the table, “Not here, bun. Absolutely not on a damn kitchen chair.”

Arms cling to his broad back, wrapping your legs around him as he makes haste towards his bedroom. His lips never leave you, tasting the column of your throat, expertly making his way through the cabin without ever looking up.

He steps through his door, the room dark, illuminated only by the light peering through his window.

Laying you gently in the center of his large bed, he moves to switch on the lamp in the corner. It only helps bare a wash of color privy to his sight, a warm radiance adding to the allure of the mesmeric beauty he can't wait to lose himself to. His eyes spare a glimpse, unable to withstand the temptation of your song, of that sweet enticement any longer.

Fuck. He's never seen something more beautiful.

Heels kick at each other, crazed motions to flip off his shoes, his eyes distracting him with the promise of that thigh peeking its canvas out of your dress, of the shape of your body mocking his inability to do one simple thing without needing to devour you.

Shoes get flung somewhere on his floor and Bucky can't help but look at you– can't help but allow the ache in his stomach, the throbbing between his thighs to stir and boil so uncomfortably.

His bunny, sitting so perfectly where he left you.

His heart stammers in his chest, kneeling on the bed before cupping his hand around your throat, sliding up the side of your neck. Watching the rise and fall of your chest, your erratic breathing; the strap of your dress right as he pulled it; a hedonic sheen of need glazing over your skin inviting him to drown, to sink even further into depths he no longer can fight to stay afloat in. It's rapturous.

Bucky feels his insides shaking, screaming at the way your pulse feels under his hand, how you lean into the strength of his palm wrapped around you with such zeal. It's addictive. How you clearly want this, his touch, him.

He explores further, his thumb brushing over your jaw, moving to trace the outline of your lips. You press against his thumb, soothing the twitch in the pad of his finger, rubbing your cheek against his palm.

Your lips send a trickle of pleasure down his arm, the darkness swimming in his eyes to siphon his greed and need hurdling through the room. Leaning back, nimble fingers clutch around his wrists to pull him with you.

Bucky cages his forearms around your head, nosing down your body with an appetite of awe in his eyes. He shifts, hands sliding down your curves before bunching at the bottom of your dress. Your legs part, helping him lift the fabric as he pushes it up your thighs.

There’s a nervous tremble in his hands, that hesitancy you know all too well seeping in the passion of his intent. His eyes meet yours and plead, hands freezing reluctantly. That same cynicism from earlier twinkles behind his gaze, a sad smile tugging at his cheek.

“Bucky? What’s wrong?” you grab his hands in yours, sitting up to focus on his face. “Did I do something? Do you want to stop?"

His eyes widen, his hands immediately grasping your forearms. “Never bun, you could never. Fuck, no I don't. Far from it– I’m uh, I’m just scared.” His hand grabs a piece of your hair that fell out of place, toying with it to distract himself. "So scared."

“Scared? Of what baby?” his eyes soften at your tone, at the way you didn't think twice of the term of endearment sliding so swiftly off the roll of your tongue.

“Of how perfect this feels. You just…you’re so…you make me...” he groans, closing his eyes and running a hand over his face. “What if you get tired of me? What if I annoy you? What if you hate this? What if I can't be–”

“I love you,” you don’t even hesitate. Pulling his cheeks between your palms. His eyes widen, breath stolen deep in his chest. “Bucky. I love you. And I could never hate this.”

His stare is molten, white-hot adoration unblinking with stupefied shock written all over his features.

“You just cooked me an entire meal in a cabin you built with your own damn hands. And you're worried I can get tired of you?” you brush a hand through his hair, curling up against his thigh. “You are perfect, James. Everything about you.”

Bucky swears he's listening, he sees your lips continuing to move, saying something about choking the life out anyone who told him otherwise, but he can't seem to hear anything. The sparkle of your confession pouring loudly through every bit of him– and truly, it's all he needed.

You love him.

His smile grows wide, wider than you've ever seen it, eyes glistening with a dark vibrance as his tune changes. “You love me?” he squeezes his hands around your hips, pushing you onto your back.

You meet the soft mattress with a giggle, nodding your head as he smashes his mouth against yours.

“Me? You love me?” he laughs, in between his vicious attack against your cheeks. “I love you so much,” his lips trail down your jaw, “I love you,” to your collarbone, “so much. So so much.”

His hands slip down the fabric of your dress, finding the trim and pushing it upwards. Your hands wrap around his wrists, eyes locking as you join him in slowly tugging it up your body.

Murmurs of his love swim around you, whether he's aware of them or not. Soft whispers, bold declarations pour from his lips with an air you could feel was undeniably his– undeniably the true and honest breath of the Bucky you love.

His eyes never leave yours, letting go of the fabric to intertwine your hands, sliding them to rest above your head. A kiss is pressed against each palm as he drops them above you, carefully carding the satin up and dragging it over your head.

It gets stuck, your arms tangled in the straps he worked so hard to not have this happen, but all you can do is laugh.

Laugh– at the frustrated sigh that leaves his mouth, from the way he's still completely dressed, from the thrill of getting to share this with him. Love.

And god, if it wasn't pure unadulterated bliss.

That boyish giggle soon finds its way up your stomach, kisses pressing against you as he flings the dress behind him dramatically.

Bucky cants back on his heels, eyes roaming over every inch of your figure with this new honesty of his, goosebumps erupting under his intensity. “My god…” he swallows, unsuccessfully. The air strangles him, exploding in his throat as he tries to mutter anything but your name.

“You're not real,” his fingers graze down your body, over your peaked nipples, razzing the sensitive tips with faint circles, trailing torturously under the swell of your breasts. Your whines and gasps fuel his exploration, dragging them down the softness of your middle, the branded marks littering your skin that he starves to memorize.

His touch scorches against you with such famished rage, worshipping you until your insecurities melt away– until he's tainting your skin with only his fervent breath of possession.

Grasping your thighs, he can't help but moan, lifting a leg to his lips. “I love you,” he breathes, kissing down your soft flesh, stroking at your calf. “And the heels are staying on tonight,” he chuckles against your ankle.

That mouth can't seem to keep away from your skin, thirsty, caressing its way back up to you and showering your other leg with attention.

Teeth and tongue drag along your inner thigh, his hand toying with the band of your panties. “But these are coming off.”

A bite squeezes the pudge of your hip, gently soothing the sting with his tongue before grasping the lace between his teeth, pulling it down the swell of your thighs. “Yes, Bucky."

And oh god, he whimpers– melting under the way his name sounds, so weighted but breathless, pulled so high and and desperately from your chest. Excited hands quickly remove the lace from the rest of you, a tear of fabric stretching through the air, but you can't find the need to care.

Such a good fucking girl for him.

“Need to make you mine, bun. Gotta taste you,” he lays himself down between your thighs, wrapping his hands around your legs and placing them over his shoulders. “So fucking beautiful, got the prettiest pussy,” he whines, taking in the mesmerizing view of your glistening folds, watching your slick drip from you.

"All fucking mine," he hums.

“Keep your eyes on me bun, need you to watch me,” his low voice growls, his hands locking themselves tightly around you.

Kisses pepper up your thigh, his nose inhaling your scent with a shudder in his shoulders. So fucking good. Placing a kiss to your clit, his eyes watch, hungry to catch every move of yours intently. Your body caves at the sensation, a thin gasp pulling from the pit of your stomach, the sound all he needs to hear before licking a fat long stripe through your folds.

Oh it's so soft, so strong, your hips jerk under his warm tongue, the thick stroke of it nestling itself through you and brushing over your clit. “So fuckin’ sweet,” he moans, sucking more of you into his mouth.

He pulls you closer, licking obscenely around your cunt before locking his lips around your clit. He moans feeling your hands tug against his hair, scratching at his scalp while he laves hurried strokes at your throbbing nub.

Jolts of pleasure rip down your spine, his tongue flattening and pushing against you, unrelenting motions sending you higher and higher. “So good Bucky, fuck keep doing that,” you cry, his mouth pulses ferociously around you as he continues to bask in pleasure.

Your head falls back, curses leaving your lips as his tongue curls, fists so tightly drawn your nails leave indents, his warm muscle stroking you just right. You've always known how attentive he was but fuck– Bucky is a really fast learner, picking up quickly on just how to play with you.

A hand slaps firmly against your thigh, a yelp leaving your lips as he grunts against you. Your eyes flicker down, a smug look of disapproval on his face as he teasingly licks through your folds. “Eyes on me, bun.”

An apology rolls of your tongue, squirming under his wanton stare– that devilish mouth.

Bucky pulls you back into his warm, wet hold, devouring you with a lewd possessiveness you didn’t know could exist. Pressing his own hips into the mattress, moaning and trying to soothe the throb of watching you writhe under his tongue.

Look at you, making a mess all for him. He can't get enough of you like this.

Your hips roll against his ministrations, trying to meet the immense pleasure his salacious kisses send through you. He mumbles, heady and deep 'such a good fucking girl for me, that's it bun' the vibrations severing heat through your core, your toes curling and your hands fisting tightly against his pillows.

“You’re so good Bucky fuck, feels so good,” you cry out, breathless and thin causing another delicious moan from his mouth to grace your core. Your heels dig into his shoulders, pricking and scratching his back with every lap of his tongue. His cock throbs achingly against the mattress, your whines and sweet cries pushing him to a hardness he didn't know was possible.

God you have no idea how fucking good that makes him feel.

He shakes his head from side to side, his tongue lashing around your aching clit, the muscles in your stomach tensing as you feel a powerful release approaching. He shoves a finger into you, curling and finding the spot that makes your eyes roll.

“I’m gonna cum Buck— fuck don’t stop,” you wail.

As if I'd ever do something as stupid as that, bun. A throaty chuckle pulses around your clit, a scream bubbling up the length of your throat and filling the room.

He adds another finger, stroking them against you as the muscles in your stomach unravel, piercing waves of warm pleasure crashing around you.

That tongue never ceases, his mouth drinking up every last drop, moaning and basking in the praise your cries and words grant him. You feel him smirk against you, your hands trying to pull his head away but he just keeps going, his lips sucking you further and further as you arch your back higher.

Eyebrows lift, the thin rims of his ceruleans sending you a smug glare as you continue to spew incoherent cries about how good it feels, how you can’t take anymore, oh Bucky fuck, please don’t stop.

Bucky's in heaven– fervid lust moaned against you, torrid sirens of pure rapture searing through you as he worships you insatiably between his lips. He can’t stop now– now that he knows how sweet you taste, how good you sound begging for him.

It's all your fault, bun.

Your legs tremble around him, walls clenching around his tortuous fingers, sending miles of avid pleasure straight to the throb of his dick with every jab of your heels. His mouth lifts from you, kissing softly against your thigh as he removes his hand, bringing his two fingers up to his eager lips.

He moans, licking up all your essence dripping around his palm. “That was incredible, bunny. Never felt anything like that…” he clutches his shirt, neglecting to finish unbuttoning it all the way before ripping it off of him completely.

He never felt anything like that? Smug, evil, perfectly devilish bastard.

Spit mixed with your juices coats his stubble, a pretty sheen glistening on the lower half of his face, somehow making him appear even more irresistible. His tongue flicks around his mouth, licking up more of you. Now that he knows your taste, he's never letting it go.

He tugs at his belt, removing it in one fluid motion before discarding it across the room. Popping the button of his slacks, pulling the zipper down and kicking them off his legs.

“So fucking good for me,” he groans to himself, watching your limbs quake, gripping his aching bulge with a heavy fist.

You tremble under his gaze, the lasting intensity of the two fierce orgasms he pulled from you tingling deliciously, preening at the godlike body on display before you. Your eyes sweep over every inch of warm, corded, muscle; thick and perfectly carved.

Your eyes alone could be his ruin– and he wouldn't want it any other way. Destroy him, break him, ruin him– just never stop looking at him.

Watching you, he takes in the softness of your face, the debauched and drunk glaze of your eyes. Even with the wrecked look muddling your vision, he's never felt so cherished by someone's stare in his life.

And he sees where they're burning to glimpse at.

Your eyes land between his thighs and even with briefs on, he’s fucking huge.

A shy chuckle brews in his stomach as your eyes widen, his hands shakily moving to discard his sticky briefs. Bucky’s thick, throbbing cock slaps against his stomach, wet and glistening, the tip red and leaking with proof of his arousal.

Holy shit– there’s no way he’s going to fit.

“Oh I’ll fit, bun.”

Shit, you said that out loud.

Earnest joy grips his face, boring his eyes into yours before positioning himself over you. A hand cradles your cheek, pulling himself in for a kiss while rubbing circles into your thigh.

Lips drape over yours, lamented fervor lacing the cavern of your mouth. Tongue and teeth clash together, his eagerness tracing your lips to memory with the plea of more.

He could kiss you forever if you'd let him.

The lasting taste of you on his tongue is tangy, filthy, your hands moving to the back of his neck and itching for more. “I love you,” he whispers, pressing his nose against yours.

You smile against his cheek, biting him softly before rolling yourself up against his cock, “I love you, Bucky.” His hips jolt forward, a dark chuckle rumbling in his throat.

God– the things you make him wanna do.

His hand grabs his cock, swiping it through your folds before nudging your sensitive clit, rubbing your wetness around him.

Pressing the tip of himself against you, he moves in teasing circles, lips sprawling across your chest. The way your body responds to his every move is addictive, it's not his fault you're such a good girl for him.

The tongue flicking against your nipple matches the motion of his cock, a breathy whimper etching itself to the side of his neck. "Bucky, please. No more teasing."

Sucking you into his mouth he moans, giving in to the flames raining down his spine as your fingers claw at his skin. They move to tangle with his hair, arching yourself further in his rousing tongue.

Can't help myself, bun, it's all your fault.

Tugging at your other nipple, rolling it sharply to distract you before kneading the entirety of your breast, squeezing with such need, you feel it in the tips of your toes.

Stroking his cock once, twice, before lining up with your entrance, Bucky pushes in slowly. Torturously, making you feel every ridge and throbbing vein of his dick. Rolling his hips, groaning as he feeds you inch by inch, his cock sending shocks straight through you.

"Almost there bun, doin' so good for me. Just a bit more," he moans, your cunt tighter than anything he's felt before. Kisses dance along your temple, distracting you from the agonizing stretch and himself from forcing his hips down.

Because fuck, he knows once he's in there's no coming out.

"Takin' me so well, sweet girl. I love you," a gasp leaves both of your lips, his hips kissing yours as he bottoms out, jittery in the feeling of your wet heat around him.

Heavy breaths fill the air, the stretch of his cock between your silken walls so overwhelming, you've never felt so full in your life.

“Please Bucky,” you whine, pressing your mouth against his jaw, prodding for a desperate kiss. “Fuck me, please,” you whine, wiggling your hips against him. He trembles, pulling out and thrusting back into you.

His hips lunge, slowly and forcefully, a moderate pace that's measured and precise. Bucky can't go any faster, not yet, it'll be over entirely too soon– he needs to memorize this. The feel of your wet walls finally wrapped around him is too good, sending his mind into overdrive. The slow pound of his hips steadily grants you both miserable bouts of maddening pleasure. “You feel so fucking good,” he moans, biting into your shoulder to ground himself.

Your hands claw at his back, nails digging into the bulging muscles as his heavy body propels his thrusts. He lifts your legs around his waist, driving his weight behind his strokes and pressing you into his mattress.

"Fit so perfect around me, feels incredible, so tight." He's right– it's so good. So fucking good you could scream.

You do.

Your nails pierce him, skin rippling and burning under your hold, wails of pleasure fluttering past his ears and encouraging him further. His chest constrains you, pushing down on you with such force, pining you under all his weight as he clutches the pillows.

Forehead resting against yours, he watches your eyes roll to the back of your head in ecstasy. "That's right bun, feels so good, doesn't it?"

He needs to hear more, needs to feel you ripping him piece by piece, until all he can do is give you everything you need.

The need to tear you apart; to submerge you in every ounce of desperation he breathes; to have you completely unravel around him, wrecked and clinging to him.

He wants to give you everything. He lifts up, looking down at his cock driving in and out of you, the stretch of your walls around his girth perfect with each snap of his hips. Bucky's head falls back, moaning at the lewd sounds his cock makes spearing into your wet heat.

It's so good, so so good, he needs to stay like this forever.

He untangles your legs from around him, lifting them up and around his arms, the force of his hips punching a spot so deep, your eyes roll back, the muscles in your stomach wrapping around each other with a sharp inhale.

"Bucky, baby I'm gonna cum," you wail, a sound so desperate, so wanton, it echoes vivaciously around the room, wrapping your cunt tighter around Bucky's dick.

"That's it bun, look at you. Sound so fucking good taking me. Fuck, you're chokin' me. Wish you could feel how good you are," he praises, each utterance met with a rough, punctuated stroke. You feel incredible, he's never gonna leave.

Bucky’s balls slap against the skin of your ass, the sound mixing with the salacious suck of your pussy and cries of pleasure. "Bucky, s'good. Right there baby don't stop," you moan.

He grasps your wrists and pins them above you, pressing you down with all of his strength into the mattress. His hips continue their painfully slow thrusts, every throb and twitch of his cock ingrained in the pulsating quiver of your walls.

"Fuck bunny, that's it, cum for me, be my good girl and cum," his teeth suck at your neck, branding bruises of passion and wells of pleasure to pool deep within your stomach. The tight winding of your muscles snap, crazed and pounding pleasure erupting through you.

"I love you, I love you so much," he groans, the pulsing and clench of your walls around him almost too much to handle.

He lifts your thighs higher, bending you in half.

"My good girl, so good for me. No one makes me feel like this," he barks, pushing you through the throes of your orgasm with a hasty jerk of his hips.

"M'yours Bucky," you wail, walls fluttering desperately around him, torrential swells of pleasure prickling every nerve of your body.

“Say it again,” he growls, hips stuttering for a moment.

“I’m yours, all yours Bucky,” you plead. He latches his mouth around your nipple, flicking and sucking it sharply between his teeth.

“Again,” a roaring moan rips through him. Bucky’s eyes pierce straight through you, wrapping themselves around you as he feels your heart thump viciously under him.

“Only yours,” your nails rake down his back, the sting urging him to bounce his hips harder against you. Your hands dig into the globes of his ass, thighs wrapping themselves higher up around his waist. “Please, Bucky. Please oh fuck,” your cries grow louder, hips desperate to meet his with every harsh thrust.

Bucky drops your legs, your weak limbs pliant and shaking in his hold. A strong arm lifts under your hips, plunging himself into you so deep, deeper and deeper until he has to remind you to breathe. His thighs start to shake, the grip your cunt has on his cock strangling him so firmly he's whining. "Fuck bun, so good for me, so good," he cries.

The sound of skin slapping and lewd squelching bellows in the room, moans and words of praise permeating every inch of Bucky's cabin. His hold forces you to feel every last inch of him, your hips meeting his with all the energy you can muster.

"Oh fuck– so fucking perfect for me, all mine," he growls, pounding his hips into you so meticulously, so deep you feel him in your chest. "Need one more bun, need to feel you one more time, please."

His hand dances down your skin, meeting your swollen clit with a harsh flick of his wrist. Oh shit it feels so good, too much Bucky too fucking good.

Your walls spasm uncontrollably, squeezing him so tightly he can't breathe, but fuck– it's heaven.

Don't stop please don't ever stop bounces around the room– was that your words or his? Your body arches higher and higher, another shattering orgasm bursting through you. Your walls scream around him, the wet unrelenting clench choking him so tightly he swears he sees stars across your skin.

"I love you," he moans, unable to control the aching sob of his dick any longer. His hips quiver, his high raging through you in thick, hot white ropes of his spend. Whimpers leave his lips as you milk him dry, cum dripping and ripped from him with every last stutter and weak move of his hips. Bucky collapses on top of you, still hard, deep inside you.

Your hands card through his hair, holding him closely to the swell of your chest. His body melts against you, shaky breaths tickling your skin with every trace of your fingers against his scalp.

"I love you," you whisper, "and I plan on it for a long time, as long as you'll let me."

Watery blue eyes peer up at you, his skin sticky, but clinging to yours so tightly for the first time. Tingling with a rosy tint, bashful and so safe under your stare, he's never felt words so profound in his life.

He's never felt so wanted.

You lull his head back down, softly sweeping over the lines of his face, sloping your fingers down the curves of his neck.

A whimper of content sounds softly from his lips, preening under your touch and squeezing himself tighter around you. And for the first time, he lets himself feel it.

Sleep taunts him so sweetly, the love he feels infused in the reverent tremble of your fingers, saturating him so deeply is enough to drag him under.

"All yours, Bucky," you sigh, softly planting your lips along his hairline.

Oh.

Oh yeah. He's fucked.

#bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes x you

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marvelsuperfangirl · 2 years

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Bucky Barnes’ Fic Rec

A/N I’m creating this fic rec mostly to be able to find all my favourites without too much trouble, hope you’ll enjoy it as well!

By the way, I didn’t write any of those fics, all the writers are credited and their blog linked to make it easier for y’all to find their work.

New fics will be added here and there from time to time

Chubby!Bucky :

Chubby !bucky masterlist – ofstars and vibranium

Buckycuddlebuddy – chubby !bucky masterlist (chubby!bucky)

Chubby!Bucky x Personal Trainer!Reader - boxofbonesfic

Spoiling Chubby!Bucky - angrythingstarlight

Chef’s Kisses - ofstarsandvibranium (chef!bucky)

Roommate!Bucky :

And they’re roommates – golden-barnes

So, This is love - ofstarsandvibranium

“My turn ons?...” - persuasivus

Favorite Mug - ladyvesuvia

Student!Bucky :

Disturbances - toastedkiwi (college!bucky)

Twelve - toastedkiwi (collge!bucky)

Study skills – jobean12-blog

Roommates - Kaikat (student!bucky)

Interested - imaginedocx (college!chubby!bucky)

No Such Thing - sanguineterrain (college!bucky)

Her name - barnestruck

Softcore - kaikat

Naive - sebystann

Save Me - espinosaurusrexex

Biker!Bucky :

And he’s feeling good – angrythingstarlight (biker!bucky)

All Bikers are Hell’s Angels - sweet-barnes (biker!bucky)

The boogeyman and other monstrosities - pellucid-constellations

Biker!Bucky smut - holylulusword

Fighter!Bucky :

Fight for You - revengingbarnes

Angel - toastedkiwi (ufcfighter!bucky)

Prize – metalbuckaroo (fight club!bucky)

Artist!Bucky (artist, tattoo artist, musician...) :

Timid Touch - aries-writingblog (artist!bucky)

Petals and Ink - onceuponastory (tattoo artist!bucky)

Lotus Flower Bomb - nexusnyx (musician!bucky)

Groupie Luv - qyllenhaal Smut (rocker!bucky)

Make it count - serpienten

Coffee!Shop / Bar AU :

Bucky with a smiley face - winterdrag0n

Perfect Blend - moonlightsolo

gin, tonic & a lemon on top - romantic-barnes

Favorite Bar - westviewtroubles

On the job - gentlybarnes

The regular - angie-likes-to-art

How you get the girl – barnesafterglow

Mafia!Bucky :

Barnes Bakery - hallowdeaths (Mafia!Bucky) series

Mafia Bucky & Tattoos - angrythingstarlight

Kinanabinks’ Mob!Bucky Series

Mafia!bucky / « leaving notes in each other’s lunch box when they know i twill be a steessful day at work » - lokithealligator

Alpha!Bucky :

Break Lights - boxofbonesfic

Zealous-whispers-of-us-redux - Masterlist ( alpha!bucky x vampire!reader )

How they met.. - angrythingstarlight

Medical!Bucky:

Flashing Light - pellucid-constellations

Convalescence - pellucid-constellations

Drunk in love - toastedkiwi

How you get the girl - captainscanadian

Athlete!Bucky :

For the love of the game - pellucid-constellations

Out of bounds - foreverindreamlandd (athlete!bucky)

Anger issues – hailhydra920

Beefy!Bucky :

Beefy!Florist!Bucky Universe - navybrat817

Beefy Burrito - jobean-12

Soul tie (A hair tie love story) - jobean-12

Soul tie 2 - jobean-12

Soul Tie 3 - jobean-12

Whatta Man (Soul Tie 4) - jobean-12

Alpha!Bucky :

Being alpha!bucky’s soulmate – thefanbasewhore

snuggles - toastedkiwi

Miscellaneous :

Here’s looking at you, kid - boxofbonesfic

Mr Grinch - alisonsfics (enemy!bucky)

Snowfall, softly - sweetdreamsbuck (lumberjack!bucky)

Neighborly Behavior - angrythingstarlight (neighbour!bucky)

Learn your lesson - avengersfangirlimagines (avenger!bucky)

“My turn ons?...” - persuasivus

Waiting it out - ofstarsandvibranium

Five confessions Bucky makes - capatinrogerss (avenger!bucky)

motioncvpture - “Don’t come in...”

Morning Kisses - Buckybleu (avenger!bucky)

It’s too early for this shit - persephonesinfernos

Moderator – toastedkiwi (streamer!bucky)

Cowboy !Bucky / I.IG.Y.M.H.W.Y.T.I.A.M.M.T.H.M.I.T.W – mcuimaginesandstuff

Unlovable - thewxntersoldier (Bestfriend!Bucky)

Barrister’s beau – jadedvibes (lawyer!bucky)

Simply delicious – 440mxs-wife (chef!bucky)

Getting scared gone too far – subwaysurf45

Favorite - barnestuff

main thing baby – nexusnyx

your roommate’s boyfriend – schmucksbucks

“what are you going to do, sue the ghost?” – vibraniumcollar (sugar daddy!bucky)

#marvel #marvel imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes au #biker!bucky #mafia!bucky #librarian!bucky #alpha!bucky #college!bucky #chubby!bucky

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buckyscombatboots · 2 years

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Monstertober Day 1:

The Big Bad Wolf

Pairing: Dark!Werewolf!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Dub con, Dead dove: Do not eat, chasing, sex in a forest, scratching, biting, belly bulge, angst, near death, dacryphilia, bruises (not the kinky kind), begging (for him to stop), apologetic Bucky, beefy!bucky, lumberjack!bucky

Nicknames: Bunny

Word count: 3.1k

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Happy October 1st everyone! Nothing like a little werewolf!Bucky to get you in the spirit. See you all on the 5th of October for Orc!Bucky🎃

The setting sun cast its orange glow upon Bucky’s chiseled face, emphasising his sharp features. He’s staring out into the assortment of trees, some turning yellow, some turning a deep red and others a mix of both. His breath sent out a cloud of smoke that twirled in the air. You couldn’t focus on the picturesque landscape before you with Bucky here, your eyes scanned over his toned arms bulging out of his plaid shirt’s rolled up sleeves. His entire body was unfair, those hours of chopping wood and building things had really paid off. His slightly tanned skin glistened in the sunset. He turned towards you, smirking at the fact he caught you staring “looks like someone’s got a staring problem, Bunny.” He chuckles, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead.

You pout “I think Sam would say the same about you.” You retort, deviously. Bucky sighs rolling his eyes

“Do you have to mention that punk? I have to deal with him all week long at the lumberyard, I do not want to even think about him when I’m with you up here.” He frowns, looking back out into the distance. You giggle at his stroppiness.

Time to change the subject, you decide “It’s a full moon tonight, maybe we’ll see some wolves up here orrrrr” you stared at him intensely “a werewolf!” You giggled at your words, Bucky did not laugh, you pouted at him.

“It’s not a full moon tonight.” He stated firmly, his voice tremors slightly—to just anyone it wouldn’t be noticable, but you knew Bucky. Something was off. You stopped laughing, opening your eyes and slowly turning back towards him.

“Yeah it is, I have the moon chart right here on my phone.” You reached into your pocket and began flicking through your photo gallery “It’s fine, Bucky, werewolves aren't real if that’s what you’re worried about.” You finally found it, and sure enough you were correct; tonight was a full moon “See! Boom! Full moon, I told you it was. I remember checking, because was so excited. I’ve never been out this far from the city on a full moon, I bet it’s gonna be so beautiful. I can’t wait, especially because I’m with you.” You muttered the last part, casting your gaze down to Bucky’s rough, working hands. You’d watched him chop wood just a few hours earlier. The way his large calloused hands gripped the handle of the axe made your mind race and your body grow hot, you wanted him so badly. You stroked his knuckles, he was so warm.

“You need to go. Now.” His voice came out in almost a growl, you picked up his hand. He pulled it away “Leave. Get as far as you can.” He warned. You looked at him with pure confusion, your heart hurt at his rejection.

The sky grew darker, fading into a pale navy, the moon was bright tonight, its glow already piercing through the slowly dissipating clouds. You tried to find words to argue with him, your eyes burning with tears, you tried to blink them away. It had been going so well “Bucky? What’s up with you.” You turned back towards him, his nostrils flared out in anger. He was panting heavily, constantly moving, unable to sit still. His eyes were darker than usual and his entire face was coated in a thin sheen of sweat “Are you feeling alright? Should I call an ambulance? You don’t look well.”

Your hands grew sweaty and your stomach bubbled with nerves. Bucky let out a grunt and a skin crawling crackle rang out, his body began to grow—his shirt tearing at the seams and white tuffs of pelt spewing out of the rips. You watch, body frozen in horror as he morphs into a white beast before your eyes. Adrenaline prickles in your belly as you take in the sight before you. His hand you had just been holding were now partly paw, covered in white fur. His handsome jaw, dusted in stubble, had converted into a white furry maw with a shiny black nose on the end and rows of sharp, carnivorous teeth. His greyish blue eyes that you adored staring into were gone, replaced by reflective almond shaped yellow irises that glowered at you, sizing you up like you were an actual bunny. You shrunk in on yourself as you stumbled to your feet.

“GO!” He bellowed, letting out a pained groan as his transformation completed itself. The last of his shirt tore off him and he stood from the deck. His furious glare met your eyes as you stood dumbfounded at the literally werewolf in front of you. You fumbled in your pockets for your keys, he let out a deep hole and your hands shook, your keys fell from your hands. You had no time. You were face to face with your demise.

You set off into the thicket of trees, cursing yourself for dropping your keys. A sob caught in your throat, as you ran as fast as your legs could take you. You could hear him behind you, twigs snapping beneath his monstrous white paws; crushing them so easily, the image of you breaking beneath him just as easily flashed in your mind. Him snapping your arms under his weight. the agony. Him cracking your ribs as he tore out your trachea with his canines. The vinegary taste of vomit rose into your mouth, you reluctantly swallowed. The crisp forest air made you dizzy as you desperately drank down oxygen, shielding your face from the heaps of brambles that you sprinted through.

The towering blue firs stretched endlessly into the horizon, some thick and ancient others thin, weedy and new. It was only half an hour ago that Bucky had toured you through these woods; he had pointed out marks carved into the trees by previous wonders of this forest, before it had been sold as a plot of land. He told you about the history, he spoke of men, women and children with sepia skin and the horrors they had befallen at the hand of colonisers. But that was all behind you now. Now you were close to becoming history, you could hear his ragged breathing flitting around you as he dashed through trees, as you turned your head back you could see his white fur darting between the foliage. His coat as white as driven snow.

You smacked into the ground, head colliding with the packed, solid dirt slightly hidden by its crispy carpet of orange, yellow and brown. White hot pain ran through your forearms, you swiped your hands over the scraped skin on both. Blood slowly emerging from the pink fleshy wounds. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears

Thump

Your lungs burned as you took in gulps of air, you tried to get your feet. You couldn’t. You let out a yelp as you attempted to stand, your eyes flew to your ankle; the skin already tinged purple and red. You hesitantly stroked it, you let out an involuntary whimper and withdrew your hand, offended by your own touch.

Thump

Crack

Your fate dawned upon you. You swivelled your head around rapidly. You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the low grumble that echoed through the forest. You stared up at the moon. Its buttermilk shine in full intensity, almost blinding, peering through the tree tops at your pathetic state. Mocking you with its beauty. Your vision swims as you snivel at your dejected, miserable state. Werewolves aren’t real. This has to be some sick joke, but you’d seen him turn. You heard his bones crackle and pop as he grew into a humanoid wolf.

You hoped you’d wake up soon from this nightmare.

Crunch

Your head spun to the left, but before your eyes could even focus—he was on top of you. The weight of him pushed you back into the forest floor. You began thrashing against his paws grip, could you even call them paws? They were his hands, rough and calloused but now they had thick black pads on the palms. So familiar, yet unfamiliar. The familiarity brang you reassurance, but the thick tufts of fur tickling your arms brought you unease and foreboding. One of his hands keeps you in place, shoving you painfully into the ground, the pressure making it hard to breath, his claw rips through your thin shorts with ease. His thick black claws cut through the fabric like butter. His nail catches on the globe of one of your ass cheeks, you hiss in pain and try to pull away from him. It’s futile. He warns you against moving with a growl “James. James, please, please stop, I'm begging you. Please.” You plead . He continues, disregarding your whines, shoving himself between your legs, the cold snuffling of his nose is contrasted by warm saliva dripping from his mouth onto your slit. You whimper and close your legs, but his paw grabs your thigh and holds your legs open. His rough paw pad scratched your soft skin and he sunk his claws into your thigh “Ow! Fuck! Bucky!” You yelled, kicking at him with your foot. You regret your action instantly, pain shooting through your sprained ankle. Bucky grumbles and sits on the foot, you let out a deafening scream, the agony making your vision flash white “Get off!” You demand beating your fists into the ground. To your surprise he did, his head returning in between your legs, his muzzle nudging your inner thigh. You heard him take a long inhale before pressing his cold, wet nose to your entrance. His tongue flopped out of his mouth, licking a long stripe from your clit all the way to your ass. He snarled softly and began to feast on your pussy. Despite the pain you were wet, you dug your nails into the dirt below you moaning as his tongue brushed your clit.

It’s just Bucky. You tried to assure yourself, it wasn’t working.

You couldn’t help the dread that ran through you as his thick, rough tongue unskillfully lapped at your pussy. The licks were long and slow, they were not prioritising your pleasure. Instead it was his own form of savouring you, you were a meal to him. You bit down on your bottom lip painfully, he was going to kill you, wasn’t he? Eat you, leave nothing but bone. More tears slipped down your cheeks, your hair clinging to the wet salty trails—tickling at your eyes. His tongue plunged into your hole eliciting a squeak from you in response to the intrusion, you shifted below his grip and he growled; you could feel his tongue vibrate inside of you, his teeth pressing into your lips as he shoved himself further between your legs. His tongue travels deeper into you. You could feel it graze your cervix as he swallowed all your juices. Warm pleasure grew in you belly replacing the sickness that was rising, you were going to come on this monster's tongue.

It’s just Bucky. You assured yourself, this time it helped.

You raised your hips and pressed yourself into him, he let out a happy rumbling in response as he continued to eat your pussy with vigour “gonna come! Ahh- Bucky!” You keened, the vibrations from his purring sending you over the edge. Your slick soaked his muzzle as you came harder than you ever had before. Bucky had always been skilled at eating you out, but his tongue now was unbeatable.He pulled his tongue out and you collected any remaining juices before pulling away. The frigid night breeze blew against your dripping cunt sending a shiver through you.

You felt his thick heavy cock rest against your back, it was scalding hot dripping with precum. You didn’t need to see it to know that it wasn’t going to fit. Just the feeling of the shaft alone, almost as girthy as a coke can. You were mortified “It’s not going to fit! Bucky!” You insisted, pushing on your elbows to get up. He gave a light push between your shoulder blades and you were back on the ground. The small stones and sticks digging into the red impressions already on your cheeks. Bucky let out a snarl, before lining the head of his dick up to your entrance, his hands—borderline paws— push on your shoulders as he thrusted into you. Even after your orgasm, he barely fit. He ruts himself into you with short, shallow thrusts coaxing you open. Pain shots through you with every inch that tears you open. “A-a-ahh!” Your howl. You were sure he was going to rip you in two. He groaned as he bottomed out, he was crammed uncomfortably inside. He couldn’t fit it all inside at this angle. He pulled out and let out a feral growl, that shook you to your core as he began to fuck you. He set a brutal pace, slamming his hips into your repeatedly as roughly as possible. You were so impossibly full. Despite the pain and terror, pleasure began to rise in your hips and knot forming inside you.

He leaned over you, his furry chest flush against your arching back. You felt the point of his sharp teeth glide against your skin and you felt him sniffing at your throat, his hot breath fanning at the back of your neck and the cold dampness of his nose grazing the curve of your neck. You pray he’ll realise it’s you. That he’ll pull out. It was still so painful “James…?” You question in a hushed voice. He doesn’t respond, instead he sinks his teeth into your shoulder and you screech, flailing on the ground against the crushing grip of his claws, kicking up the dirt underneath your feet. His wet, scorching tongue laps at the blood running out of the fresh wounds hungrily and you whimper from the pain that pulses through you every single time. His wolf-like ears turned at the sound he rubbed his snout into your neck, almost as if he was trying to soothe you. His blood stained tongue drinks up the tears sliding down your cheeks “Jamie?” You sob, your pussy involuntarily clenches around him as he moves hips. The bulbous head of his cock collides with your cervix painfully once again. Then he wraps one of his arms fully around your torso and pulls you up so that you are sat straddled on his lap. Your hands fly around his broad neck, grabbing at his fur so as to not fall off of him. In this position his full length fit inside you, you had thought you were full before but now you felt so stuffed, so full of him. The length of him was torturous. You look down at where you’re connected, but the sight of his cock bulging inside of you captures your attention. One of his paws moves from your hips and strokes at the protrusion. He lets out a primal growl and nips at the other side of your throat. If you survived the night you were going to be covered in bites, bruises and scars. This night was going to follow you for the rest of your life. You didn’t know if you’d ever be able to face him again.

His claws cut into your hips, the marks prickling with fresh blood and he squeezes down with a bruising grip. You feel him getting larger inside of you, then reality hits. His knot. He was going to knot you. You threw your head into his shoulder, your hands flying to his head scratching desperately. Whimpering at your impending doom. He let out what sounded like a chuckle at your thrashing, the look he gave you almost as if to say “let it happen bunny.” Your lip wobbled and you shrieked as you felt your hole catch on the expanding knot at the base of his cock “no, mercy, please.” You cried, burying you head into his hairy muscular chest, he still smelt the same

It’s just Bucky. It’s just Bucky.

Your chant wasn’t working as the burning pain from your hole cleared your head of any thoughts. A scream from deep within you left your mouth, as your body made an effort to adjust to his growing size. You bit down on the skin of his coarse chest to muffle your cries, his long white fur glueing to your tongue. The texture disgusts you, but the pain overrides it. The pain overrides everything, even the brief pleasure you felt as he fucked into you was now replaced by pain. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly, his fiery white glowing eyes haunting you even with your eyes closed.

Your eyes shoot open, you bare your teeth groaning at the pain as his knot catches on your hole. His pace becomes sloppy. He’s close, so very close. You throw your head back, the knot inside you snapping, sending a pulse of heat through your entire being as he finally locks inside you; his knot expanding to full size as he paints your insides with his cum, there’s so much. Too much. Your stomach swells with how much cum he pumps into you. You can feel it leaking out of you as he continues to come, moving his hips as much as he can while being trapped inside. Tears leak from your eyes and spit dribbles from your mouth, you can’t help your walls fluttering around him. So overstimulated, so much pain. It’s all become one. The world around you starts to fade away as he lays back, allowing you to be splayed out on his chest. Your body is numb as he twists you so you can bury your face into him. The heat radiating off of him brings you solace as the last bit of adrenaline fades.

“What the fuck happened last night?” He questioned groggily, tousling his hair sleepily. He shielded his eyes from the early morning sun.

Why the fuck could he see the sun?

His blood ran cold. He felt something lying on top of him, his eyes hesitantly drifted below him “Holy shit. Bunny?” He sat up, your body was limp, but warm. Then he took in the state of you. The giant bite mark on your throat, the leaves and twigs tangled in your hair, cuts and bruises adorned your skin “Y/N…?” His voice wobbled, he stroked his rough knuckles over the dark black and purple bruise circling your right eye. Bucky whimpered, his enhanced hearing allowed him to hear your heartbeat. It was weak and laboured. He picked you up in his arms and cuddled you close. Your eyes opened slowly.

“Buck?” You questioned, his heart clenched at your hoarse little voice. You sounded so innocent, so confused and a tad scared.

“I’m right here Bunny. The scary wolf is gone. Bucky’s gonna protect you. I’m gonna make this right I promise.” You smiled contently.

It’s just Bucky after all.

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thevillainswhore · 9 months

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hi love, just had to share this adorable thought 🥰 just imagine beefy!bucky protecting you like this, unable to let you out of his sight, and he has to be touching you at all times🤭😅

you: “it’s okay buck, i’ll be right back.”

him: “no.”

you: “i have to pee…”

him: “no.”

BABEE, you always give me the best ideas 😭😫 thank you for giving me the urge for my writing to flow so gooddd. I think you may like this one 👀

maybe it could be our beefy lumberjack!Bucky, it’s been a long day at the wood yard for him. He’s missed his baby and all he’s wanted to do since leaving you in the bed this morning, is have you right back in his arms.

Maybe you’re cooking dinner for the two of you when the signature tell of the door slamming shut alerts you that your man is finally home, boots thundering against the floor from his pure muscle and weight as he makes his way towards the kitchen.

“Hi baby! I’m just cooking dinner, it won’t be too long for you.”

But Bucky doesn’t care about that right now. All he is concerned with is scooping you up and bundling you up together into your nightly burrito and making sure you can’t escape his hold.

And that’s exactly what he does.

It’s a miracle you don’t manage to burn yourself as your legs are suddenly swept from under you, finding yourself in your beefy man’s huge arms bridal style as his thick thighs carry you towards your room.

“BUCKY! What are you doing?! Put me down!”

The cheeky shit just stays silent, too focused on his mission of having you all to himself as he kicks open the bedroom door. How he’s able to kick off his boots, shed his jeans and take off his coat all whilst still holding you is a mystery to you.

Also kinda hot too.

Plopping down into the middle of your king size bed together, Bucky settles himself back against the pillow of the headboard, rearranging you to sit between his legs, right where you belong.

His bear like form dominates over you as he crosses his arms over your chest, it’s like his arms are the tree trunks he cuts down at work. But his gentle and delicate hold on you as he places his palms on your cheeks, bringing you into his embrace and rubbing your silk-smooth skin almost makes you tear up.

The way this man is so large in size and yet still treats you like a fragile flower blows your mind, but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

He knows how to ruin you when the time suits him anyway.

Peaceful. Life with your lumberjack never failed to surprise you and bring you so much joy. And you wouldn’t want to be anywhere other than where you are at the minute.

He was home.

Cuddling with him for over half an hour, the quiet between you comforting and not at all awkward, your bum starts to go numb.

His constant touches and hums of content into your skin are the most rewarding, no doubt about that.

But a girl had to use the toilet sometime.

Trying to shuffle out of his hold, each attempt has Bucky clinging to you tighter, like he’s personally offended you want to get out of the burrito huddle he so generously placed you into.

“It’s okay Buck, I’ll be right back.”

Your reassurance doesn’t matter to him though, the pout on his face adorable and so hard not to give into as he speaks his first words of the night.

“No.”

This mountain of a man is actually the most childlike person you’ve ever known.

“I have to pee, though…”

And of course, your big teddy bear looks you dead in the eyes and speaks once more.

“No.”

Guess you’re staying put as you are for the rest of the night.

#sweet asks #meggy💗#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes x you

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Capture my Heart 1

18+ Minors dni

Lumberjack Bucky (and Alpine) x f reader

Loved this so much @slutforsexyseabass As usual. I went over board. So I am going to write a lovely smutty part 2 for this.

Warnings: FLUFF (Lumberjack Bucky is a beefy sweetheart) and angst (abusive ex, swearing) Smut in the next chapter, is coming, I promise. PROMISEEE Word count: 4.7k Sorry. i am so sorry.

Smutty part 2

Bucky sat up from his spot in front of the fire place, hearing the sounds of branches and twigs snapping outside. It wasn’t unusual to hear the faint rustling of bushes in the middle of the night; he was used to it by now, living in the woods in his cozy cabin. But he was also more than familiar with all the sounds he’d normally hear and this was different. These were footsteps, not a deer or a bunny rustling in the bushes. He looked out the window but saw nothing though the sounds didn’t stop.

Alpine ears perked as the sounds neared, hopping into Bucky’s lap because those noises were definitely unfamiliar and they were getting closer. There weren’t people near Bucky’s cabin, and no one walked through the woods at this hour. He placed Alpine back on the couch, grabbing his gun from the kitchen drawer, locking and loading it before moving towards the door.

*****

You could feel your heart beating out of your chest, your breath coming out in rasps as you ran blindly through the forest. It was too dark to see where you were going but at this point it didn’t matter. You were ready to die at the hands of nature over the hands of your abusive and possessive ex. You’d tried to end things amicably and at first he seemed to take it well.

Until he started showing up at your work place and apartment, trying to get you back. When his attempts failed, he became worse, aggressively stalking you, leaving gifts and letters at your doorstep. The final straw was when you tried to tell him gently it just wouldn’t work out. You didn’t want to aggravate him more by going to the police; realistically they would’ve sent him off with a warning and nothing more. He didn’t take it well. All you felt was the sudden pinch of a needle to your neck and next thing you knew, you were gagged in the back of his pickup truck, your hands and legs bound together as he drove you to his cabin in the woods.

You had to ensure days of his rambling and out bursts, insisting this was for the best solution for both of you. Your body was littered with bruises and scars from where he grabbed and shoved you, accusing you of being selfish for leaving him. He never let you out of his sight and you were too deep into the forest for anyone to hear you scream.

You’d somehow managed to convince him to get some wood for a storm that was approaching, carefully arming yourself with a wrought iron rod from the fireplace, waiting for him to come back. You swallowed thickly, waiting for his back to turn to you before hitting him on the head, letting him fall to the floor unconscious.

You only had a short time to run before he woke up, sprinting out the door in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and sneakers, having no time to grab anything but your phone. The air was cold; you no longer see anything in the pitch darkness, having no idea which direction you were even going in.

You saw a faint light through a thicket of trees, deciding to run towards it but based on your luck, the person living there could be a serial killer. Or another abusive disgruntled abuser. You truly had nothing else to lose. You slowed as you approached the cabin, suddenly feeling unsure about if they’d even open the door for you. You could see the soft warm light peak through the curtains as you tip toed around the trees, hiding in fear behind a large one. You didn’t think this through. What if they held you hostage? What if they knew your ex. You choked out a sob, slapping your hand over your mouth, holding on to a tree branch, trying to collect yourself.

*****

Bucky silently moved towards the door, switching the porch lights on before stepping out into the cold midnight air. He squinted at the rustling he could hear from behind a large tree nearby, freezing on the spot when he heard a soft whimper. He held onto his gun, moving towards the sound, gasping when he saw you tucked against the tree, trembling, looking at him wide eyed in fear. You looked scared, shaking like a baby bunny, he wanted to scoop you into his arms and comfort you from your distress.

“P-Please don’t hurt me” You whispered, tears staining your cheeks as you sniffled, trying to wipe your face only to have fresh tears take their place. Bucky quickly tucked his gun away, taking in your dishevelled appearance. Small twigs were caught in your hair, your t-shirt torn, clutching onto a phone for dear life. His heart broke, watching you wrap your arms around yourself, he could see the torment in your eyes about trusting him or not. He took a step back to give you some space while you continued to cling to the trunk, shivering.

“Is someone trying to hurt you?” He spoke as softly as he could, staying in the spot where the porch light would allow you to see him better. You kept your head down, giving him a tiny nod, staying rooted to the spot. You started to feel tiny a drizzle, the telltale signs of a severe storm approaching, the tumbling of thunder rolling in the distance.

“It’ll rain soon doll, why don’t you come inside, I promise, I won’t hurt you sweetheart”

Bucky knew you had no reason to believe him but he couldn’t just leave you outside. You bit your lip nervously, itching to trust him but you couldn’t be sure. He could sense your hesitation, giving you a soft smile when you took a step forward. You cried out when you felt a sharp pain shoot through your ankle; the adrenaline had worn off and you could feel the pain from when you rolled your ankle during your escape. You whimpered in pain, as he quickly moved to your side, wrapping a thick arm around you waist, so he could support your body.

“Hey, here its okay. Lean against me, I got you”

You let him walk you to his cabin, some of your nerves easing in his hold. The firm strong grip of his arm made you feel safe and the soft scent of his cologne was comforting, like warm pine woods. He set you down on the large plush couch in front of the fire place, the warmth immediately soothing your cold clammy skin.

“I’m going to get a first aid kit okay?” He walked down the hall, petting a fluffy white cat sitting in the corner curiously eyeing you, before turning to the bathroom. “Be nice Alpine, she’s a guest”

She sauntered over to you, sniffing you curiously, hopping onto the sofa and purring in your lap, her little kitty senses telling her you were in need of some love and affection (maybe a new mommy for her daddy?). You petted her soft silky fur, looking up when you heard Bucky return. You gasped when you saw him, having not paid attention to how he looked when you were outside but now. Fuck.

He was handsome. He stood tall in front of you, his dark chest nut hair pulled into a low bun that rested at the nape of his neck. You didn’t realize it then, but he was huge. His Henley was stretched tightly across his chest, the material nearly bursting around his arms. His jeans hugged his muscular thighs and you could feel your face heat up when your eyes met with his soft blue ones.

He kneeled in front of you, removing the leaves and twigs that clung to your hair. He grabbed a few wipes to clean your scrapes, lightly blowing on your skin when you hissed at the sting.

“Sorry doll almost done and then I’ll wrap your ankle, okay?” You nodded, watching him carefully place a few band aids and gently wrap a bandage around your foot.

“My names James, you can call me Bucky though” He smiled up at you and you noticed his dark thick lashes, the light scruff that dusted his cheeks, the most perfect nose, and his lips. They were pink, soft, kissable- stop it, you don’t even know him.

“I’m y/n” Your voice came out a raspy whisper, tired and thirsty. “Thank you for letting me stay, I didn’t mean to come onto your property-

“You don’t have to thank me doll, you’re safe here” He shook his head, his hand gently stroking your knee, he couldn’t let you see the absolute rage that was coursing through his veins knowing someone had put you through this. The rumble of your stomach momentarily interrupted his train of thought, focusing back to you.

“I’ll get you something to eat. The bathrooms just down the hall to the left, I kept a towel and some clothes you can change into”

You were about to protest, but he gave you a pointed look, smiling when you giggled, making your way to the bathroom. As soon as you disappeared down the hall his jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists. He didn’t say anything but he saw the dark bruises and scrapes that littered your skin. Your wrists and ankles still had indents from where you had been tied up with rope. He squeezed his eyes shut, he had to focus on you and giving you what you needed first. He walked over to the kitchen, setting a kettle on and grabbing food for you to eat.

*****

You let the hot water wash away all the dirt and grime that clung onto your skin, wishing you could wash away the bruises that still lingered on your body. Your mind wandered to Bucky; everything about him was comforting. The way he touched you so gently, his soft smile, those blue eyes. You grabbed the fluffy towel he left you, wrapping yourself with it to dry off. You smiled at the large soft flannel shirt he left for you along with a large pair of sweat pants. The comfy material hung loosely on your smaller frame but you didn’t mind, you were more than happy to just be dry, warm and safe.

When you came back, there was a mug of steaming hot chocolate on the wooden coffee table, along with a tray piled high with different pastries. Bucky came back with a small dish of cat treats for Alpine, setting them on the floor near the couch before sitting beside you, keeping some space in between you both.

“I hope you like hot chocolate, I can make you tea if you like that better doll, I have lots-

“It’s delicious, thank you Bucky” You hummed at the creamy rich hot chocolate, holding the large mug close to you, letting it warm you up though the heat in your cheeks were because of his adorable smile. “I think I could live off of this alone”

“I’m happy you like it, took me years to get it just like my ma’s” Bucky grinned, grabbing the tray of pastries and placing it in the space between you. “Eat as much as you like doll, I made them all myself”

You giggled, looking at the comically large pile of treats; mini apple pies, strawberry Danishes, lemon tarts, butter tarts, chocolate chip cookies, coffee cake, scones.

“You made all this?” You picked up one of the butter tarts, taking a small bite but the second it hit your tongue, you scarfed the whole thing down, immediately going for another pastry. The man had God like baking skills, you’d never tasted anything so delicious, you thought you were going to cry. “They’re so good- I-I’ve never had anything like these, they’re amazing”

“I usually bake for myself and pack some for a little old couple that owns the hardware store in town where I get my tools. Known them for years”

Alpine watched Bucky carefully, seeing him blush as you two spoke, his voice soft. She hopped up on Bucky’s lap, carefully tip toeing over the tray so she could plop in your lap again, purring when you scratched the back of her ears. Bucky cocked his head, raising an eye brow at his peculiar cat, surprised to see her acting so friendly. You giggled when she bumped her head onto your chin, nuzzling against you.

“She doesn’t usually like people” Bucky snorted, shaking his head when Alpine narrowed her eyes at him.

“She’s very sweet” You grinned, rubbing her belly, cooing at the sweet fur baby as she tried to capture your hand in her paws.

“She likes you” He chuckled at the way Alpine snuggled further into your lap, purring like a motorboat. Bucky felt his heart skip a beat the second Alpine jumped into your lap, she always hissed at unfamiliar people. She wasn’t hardly a fan of regular people (only recently decided she’d tolerate Steve and Sam).

Between the warmth of the fire and the awful day you had, exhaustion began to take over. Your head nodded off as you tried to stay awake, your eyes struggling to stay open.

“Why don’t you get some rest y/n, just give me a second to get the room ready”

“No! Bucky no, you’ve already done more than enough for me, I can just sleep on the couch, I couldn’t ask you to-

“You don’t have to tell me anything” Bucky nodded to some of the bruises that peaked under the sleeved you had rolled up. “But there’s no way I’m letting you sleep on the couch. You need rest and a proper bed; I’ll be back in a minute doll”

Bucky grabbed a few fuzzy blankets from the cupboard of the guest room, laying them out for you. He grabbed a water bottle for the bedside table, checking the windows were locked properly before coming to get you, smiling when he found you fast asleep, curled up in a ball with Alpine tucked into your side.

“Y/n?” He whispered, chuckling when you mumbled something in your sleep, tucking yourself further in the couch. “Sweet heart, the beds ready” Your eyes cracked open, having no energy to get out of the couch to walk over. You let out a tiny yawn, immediately going back to sleep. He tucked a hair behind your ear, carefully moving you into his arms.

“M’gonna carry you okay?” You nodded slightly, snuggling in the warmth of his body as he carried you to the room. He set you down, tucking you in, doing a quick check of the room once more before leaving.

“Good night doll”

*****

The crack of thunder jolted you awake, your first thought was that your ex had found you, smashing the windows. You sat up, shivering when flashes of lightening poured through the curtains, heavy rain pelting against the windows. You couldn’t shake of the shock, your heart racing, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe. You weren’t typically scared of storms but you were feeling over stimulated and had no way to ground yourself.

Bucky stirred at the sound of the raging storm, sitting up when he heard your distressed cries in the room across from his. He immediately made his way over, his heart breaking seeing you curled in a ball, trembling each time there was a clap of lighting to thunder.

“Y/n? Doll, are you okay?” Bucky switched the lamp on, hanging up an extra sheet over the curtains so you wouldn’t have to see the flashes of lightening. He sat down beside you, unsure if you’d be okay with him touching you, gently stroking your back.

“C-can you h-hold me? P-Please?” You whispered between sobs, your body trembling as you wrapped your arms around your knees tighter, trying to stop yourself from shaking.

“Come here darling” He pulled you into his lap with ease, tucking your head under his chin, his arms wrapping your entire body, holding you against him. You squeezed your eyes shit, your face in his chest, hands clutching onto his shirt as he rocked you, your body finally beginning to relax. Your sobs had reduced to sniffles while he played with your hair, gently grazing your scalp as your eyes started to grow heavy again, falling asleep and softly snoring his arms. Bucky tucked you back in, making sure you were asleep before getting up to leave. He blinked when he felt gentle tug to his wrist, your glassy eyes looking up at him.

“Stay? Please?”

He smiled, nodding and laying down beside you, keeping his hand in yours, squeezing it while you shuffled over to be closer to him.

“I’m right here okay? No one can hurt you y/n, I’m here, go to sleep doll”

*****

You woke up the next morning to a steaming cup of tea on the side table along with a note next to it

In the kitchen, breakfast is ready, come when you’re ready sugar

- JBB & Alp

You tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered, finishing your tea before going to the bathroom. He’d left you another set of clothes to change into as well as a fluffy towel and new tooth brush. You made your way to the kitchen, the smell of fresh pancakes floating down the hall. He had a bright smile on his face, mentally putting himself on a leash when he saw you in his clothes.

“Good morning sugar, you hungry?” Bucky’s smile faded slightly seeing the bruises on your skin darker than the day before. “Let me get you some ice for that”

You sat at the stool, loading your plate; Bucky had cooked for an army. Unsurprisingly, he made the softest, fluffiest pancakes and you were struggling not to moan at the table. He held the ice to the darkest bruise on your arm, swallowing thickly when you hissed in pain.

“The person who hurt me,” You let out a shuddered breath while Bucky continued to tend to your bruises. “Was my ex”

Your eyes nervously flicked around the room, tugging at a lose string at the hem of your shirt. You knew Bucky didn’t expect you to explain your situation but you felt comfortable around him, plus you didn’t want to put him in danger because of your baggage.

“We broke up months ago because he was so controlling. Uh, he didn’t take the break up very well” You let out a shaky laugh, trying to make light of the situation, noting the way Bucky’s nostrils flared, his jaw clenched. “He drugged me and kept me up in his cabin. I have no idea for how long. The storm saved me in a way; I’d managed to send him away for some wood. Hit him and ran, he’s probably out looking for me now” Your voice had been reduced to a whisper, trembling again.

“You don’t have to worry about him, I’ll keep you safe y/n” Bucky pulled your into his arms, his lips lightly brushing your forehead. Bucky could feel his little fur baby wedge herself between his legs to get to you. You felt a little ball of fur near you feet, looking down to see Alpine rubbing herself on your leg. “Hm, sorry yes, almost forgot about you my fluffy marshmallow. We will keep you safe”

*****

Over the week, Bucky never left your side. As much as he wanted to hunt the asshole that did this to you, he knew you were in no state to be left alone. It didn’t help that the storm had knocked over a number of trees, meaning he couldn’t just drive you back to the city.

Truthfully you didn’t mind; you couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt so safe and happy. Bucky had been an absolute sweetheart, never letting you lift a finger, doting on you every minute of the day even when you insisted not to. He did all the cooking, reluctantly letting you do the dishes because you insisted. The only problem you had was struggling not to fall for him. He had no idea what his lingering hugs, sweet words and gentle kisses did to you; you had to mentally scold yourself to calm down at least 8 times a day (you had no idea Bucky was struggling just as much, he’d had many conversations with Alpine about it).

You’d managed to control yourself until he went outside to chop wood. Initially you’d been reluctant to go outside but Bucky insisted a bit of fresh air would be good for you. You ventured onto the porch with a blanket wrapped around you (comfy in his Henley and a pair of boxers), Alpine tucked under you arm. You nearly whimpered watching a very shirtless Bucky grunt as he brought the axe down, easily splitting a thick log into half, sweat dripping down his very toned body, biceps bulging each time he swung. His hair was tied up into a half bun, jeans resting low on his hips, giving you the perfect view of his happy trail; the man was sex on legs. He looked up, happy to see you outside, giving you a bashful smile before continuing to work, hoping the blush dusting his cheeks wasn’t too obvious. He couldn’t help the little jump his heart did every time you smiled or touched him.

You heard the rumble of a car in the distance, your eyes widening in fear as you ran into the house, with Bucky quickly following behind. You stood frozen in the middle of the living room, panic making it difficult to think straight. Your breaths came out in rasps, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks.

“Hey, hey, look at me, its okay. No one is going to hurt you doll, promise, I got you” Bucky rushed over to you, wiping your tears before sweeping you in his arms and taking you to his room. You clutched around him, refusing to let him go when he set you down on his bed. A knock at the door made your heart race.

“I’ll go see who it is, you stay here with Alp, okay? Come here and lie down darling, I’ll be back before you know it” Bucky gave you a warm smile as he tucked you and Alpine under the sheets but it only upset you more. He was a sweet heart and he didn’t ask to be dragged into this mess.

“What if something happens to you?” You looked at him with glassy eyes, your bottom lip trembling.

“Nothing will happen to me baby, its gonna be okay” He kissed your forehead, pulling an extra blanket over you before getting up and locking the door. He frowned as he made his way to the door, tucking his gun in the waistband of his jeans before throwing on a shirt and opening the door.

“Mr. Barnes”

Two police officers stood on his porch along with another shifty looking man who had a dark bruise on his head. Bucky shut the door behind him, nodding for them to talk on the drive way, further away from the cabin.

“There a problem?”

“We were wondering if you saw this young woman around the area, she went missing a few days ago” Thor pulled out a picture of you, handing it over to Bucky before continuing. “This is her boyfriend, she was staying with him in one of the northern cabins and may have gotten lost” He pointed to the man who shuffled on his feet, trying to look through the windows from where he was standing while talking to the other office. Bucky closed his eyes, taking a breath trying to calm himself. The fucker was right there and he couldn’t do anything. Yet.

“A word officer” Bucky murmured, walking off to the side of the cabin. Thor nodded to Loki, signalling him to keep the conversation going as he stepped off, following Bucky to a more secluded area.

“He’s an abuser” Bucky spoke lowly, “He drugged and kidnapped her and held her in his cabin. She managed to escape but had a feeling he’d come looking for her”

“I knew it” Thor scoffed, shaking his head. “The bastards got a bruise right across his forehead, can’t imagine he got it from hiking in the woods like he claimed”

“Can I ask a favour? Off the record?” Thor nodded, cocking eyebrow as Bucky’s fists twitched, eyes raging. “Don’t lock him up tonight. Do it tomorrow morning”

“Consider it done James” Thor snorted; he already knew what his friend was going to do. “She’s safe with you?” Thor whispered, breathing a sigh of relief when Bucky nodded. “She’s not here!” Thor stated as he walked around, back to the police cruiser. “Let’s go”

Loki smirked, figuring Thor must have learned something based on his smug facial expression and sudden cool demeanour. As soon as the men drove off, Bucky was running back to the house straight to you. He wrapped you in his arms, cuddling you close to him.

“Was it him?” He silently nodded, holding you tighter, softly kissing your head. You nuzzled into him more, clinging onto him. “Can we cuddle?” You whispered, peeking at him through your lashes, you just didn’t want to let him go.

“Of course my doll” Bucky tucked himself under the sheets, bringing you to lay on his chest. He stroked your hair, as you closed your eyes, letting his heart beat sooth you.

“Thank you for protecting me”

“Always, babydoll”

*****

Bucky gently shook you awake, chuckling at the way you’d fallen asleep in his arms, clinging onto him like a little koala bear.

“I have to do something quickly, but you won’t be alone baby, my friends are right outside okay?”

“Where do you have to go?” You pouted as he smiled, carrying you to the living room, setting you in front of the fire while he went to go put on his boots before pecking a quick kiss to your head.

“I’ll be back soon, promise y/n”

You followed Bucky to the door where you saw two men in a dark truck, one with straight raven hair, the other with long wavy blonde hair. They gave you a warm smile, waving over to you before nodding at Bucky as he climbed into his truck, pulling away and driving down the road.

Thor made the journey a little easier, having slipped Bucky the address to the cabin earlier. Bucky took large strides to the door, banging on it waiting for your shitty little ex to open the door.

“Who are y-

He didn’t even finish his sentence, immediately feeling a throbbing pain shooting through his head from where Bucky punched him.

“What the fu-

“Stay away from her” Bucky was seething, towering over your ex as he cowered on the floor, grasping his head in pain. “You stay the fuck away from her” Bucky grabbed him off the floor, pressing him against the wall.

“You bruised her here” Bucky snapped his arm easily, scoffing when he cried in pain. “And here” He kneed him in the stomach, watching your ex double over, sobbing on the floor. “And so many other fucking places, was it not enough?! Why the fuck did you come looking for her?!” Bucky dragged him over to a chair, swiftly tying him up, so he wouldn’t escape.

“She’s a little who-

“Don’t” Your ex flinched when Bucky took a step towards him, trembling in fear. “Just so you know, the police had footage of her running. From the other cabins. Footage of you dragging her here. I’m only leaving you alive because the police found you first”

Bucky made a quick phone call to his two friends, who pulled away to arrest your ex as soon as Bucky arrived back home.

“You’re safe now babydoll-

You immediately ran into his arms, just happy to know he was back. You kissed his bruised knuckles, before showering his face in kisses, you didn’t ask questions but you knew. You were safe. He made sure of it.

*****

Neither of you brought up the topic of going back home; Bucky didn’t want you to leave nor did you want to go home. You loved it here. It gnawed at the back of your head as you stayed another two weeks, cuddled up with Bucky on the couch eating pastries he made, something you did each night since the first night you stayed over. Bucky could tell something was off as you shifted slightly, your eyes a little lost.

“You okay baby?”

“I-I’m sorry, I’ve just been staying here, I should be going home, I’m sorry-

“You’re welcome to stay for as long as you like sweetheart, I…I like you a lot-

You didn’t let him finish, grabbing his face, pulling him in for a deep kiss. You hard tried to avoid it, you really did but it was too much. He had captured your heart. In the small time you were with him, he had it all and you couldn’t let him go.

Smutty part 2

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ahrahrahraha · 2 years

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buckgasms · 2 years

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Heyyy!!!!!! First of all, congratulations on your 1.5k!!!!! That's so awesome:)

Second, idk if you're still taking this kind of requests anymore, but if you are could you please, please, please with a cherry on top write something with sub!lumberjack!Bucky. Just imagine that huge hunk of a man, with muscles bulging underneath the flannels, whining desperate for mommy to let him come. Know that he could overpower you easily, that that's not how good boys behave. With tears in his eyes because he's been right on the edge far to many times, but still taking it because he knows mommy with give him a treat later. Pegging being the treat, because getting his ass stretched by mommy, is his favourite.

If you don't feel comfortable with this, it's fine, but I feel like this would be such a fun thing to explore 💜💜

Anonymous said may we have edging with your lumberbuck pls and thank you

Ok this is something very new for me because I am totally a submissive and a pillow princess so please bear that in mind when reading this fic!

Having said that I could not get this thought out of my head so I figured it would be worth a try! I suppose it's an AU of an AU 🤣

I changed the 'mommy' bit of the request just because that was too much for me, but hopefully it still works 🤞🏻

Come celebrate 1.5k with me!

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When you went out with Bucky, people always assumed that the big beefy guy, with muscles bigger than most people's heads and towered over you would be the boss at home. But as you watched him struggle against his bonds, tears leaking from his eyes and his cock making a mess over his stomach, you smiled to yourself, knowing that you very much had that man under your thumb.

"Angel please? Please let me come?" You hushed him, running your nails gently up and down his thighs, as he moaned and strained against his ties. "Not yet sweetie, you gotta wait or you won't get your treat." You leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to his aching cock, and he hissed again. "Let's give you something else to think about hmm? Instead of being so greedy" you mocked and climbed up his big body so you sat with your pussy on his mouth, nose in your ass and you could still play with his cock. He immediately started licking and sucking at your folds and you occasionally would land a few spanks to his throbbing dick, which would only spur him on.

"Ooh that's so good, much better" you sighed as his tongue fucked you and licked around your clit as you pumped at his cock. "Please baby, gonna come" he muttered under you and you squeezed him a little harder, and he groaned as you dragged him away from yet another orgasm. "Ooh naughty!! You have to behave Bucky or we'll have to stop!" You teased him and watched as the cuffs that held his hands bent the wood of the bedpost. If he wanted to, he could easily break free and take what he wanted. But he would never. He loved this and you far too much.

You ground down on his face and chased your orgasm, moaning loudly and praising his excellent tongue work as you came, drenching his face as you did. "Thank you angel....thank you...please? Please?" Was all he could say as you dismounted and got off the bed, walking around and watching him.

You'd been doing this for nearly two hours and whilst you could make him go for more, he really did deserve a nice treat. Besides edging was fun, but so was overstimulation.

"Ok Bucky, just relax, m'gonna make it all better and give you what you want" you headed over to your little box of goodies and pulled out your favourite strap. He watched enraptured as you stepped in and fitted it snugly to your body. You took your time making him suffer as you lubed up the silicone. You mostly used lube but you also made a show of spitting on it and rubbing it in, his growl spurring you on.

"You can come when I'm all the way in. Not a second before ok? If you do, I'll lock that big cock up and you can stay like that for a week..." You warned him as you unlocked his feet and helped him spread his legs wider to accommodate you. You then pushed his thighs upwards so he was folded over a little and dropped another line of spit down onto his asshole, making you both moan as you pushed it in a little. "Angel please, please I can't....."

You hushed him again then lined up the silicone cock with his puckered hole. You eased in and you watched him grip the sheets as he tried not to come. With some mercy you pushed all the way in, stretching him around you until you were fully seated. With that he came, making a mess over his muscled stomach, and shouting out his pleasure. You praised him and began fucking him in long, deep strokes that had his eyes rolling. "Doing so well Bucky, keep coming, wanna see you make a mess for me.." you cooed and he could only oblige as you gripped his cock and pumped it in time with your thrusts. He writhed beneath you and you had a sudden surge of energy as this powerful man writhed and moaned beneath you. His come dribbled down your hands and he thrashed as he came again, over and over, his whole body wrought with pleasure and pain.

"Oh fuck baby, itssogood" he strained as you hit is prostate over and over, still jerking his cock. "I know Bucky, give me one more hmmm? Just one more little one?" You thrust fast and hard and played with his balls before gripping his cock once more and dragged one more orgasm from him.

You pulled out and climbed up his body, undoing the cuffs on his hands and sat against his side, stroking his face and hair as he panted. His hands gripped your wrist and pulled you forward to meet him in a sloppy kiss which you hungrily returned.

"Oh baby, that was incredible..." You rubbed his wrists and kissed his fingers as he lay watching you, as if you'd hung the moon. "What do you say naughty?" And he blanched, "thank you angel, thank you so much!" You giggled and pressed more kisses to his lips, "that's better, thought I'd have to start all over again."

#sub bucky #sub!bucky #lumberjack!bucky #lumberbuck #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky imagine #bucky smut #bucky barnes smut #1.5k celebration #darling nonnie #request fic

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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Welcome to Navy's Marina

Hello, lovelies! Welcome to Navy's Marina, otherwise known as my blog. Below are some links and posts to help you get around. Thank you to @sgt-seabass for my beautiful headers and @rookthorne for my lovely divider! 💙

⚓ Navy's Navigation - My blog rules and navigation

⚓ Navy's Port of Call - Fic and writing info

⚓ Navy's Library - Sideblog for my fics

⚓ Navy's Treasure Chest - KoFi

⚓ Slumber Party Sleepover

⚓ AHOY - Recent fics

1/22 - Opacity (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

1/22 - Worship (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

1/18 - Cordially Invited: Part 2 (Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Reader)

1/18 - Shatter (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

1/15 - Greedy (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

1/12 - Preliminary (Sugar Daddy!Andy Barber x Reader)

1/8 - Insatiable (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

1/6 - Ravenous (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

1/4 - Adventures in Babysitting (Florist!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

12/31 - Midnight Kiss (Chris Beck x Reader)

12/26 - A New Tradition (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

12/23 - Christmas Karma (Nick Fowler x Reader)

12/12 - 12/21 - Navy's Naughty & Nice Nonsense (Various couples)

12/11 - Sugar and Spice (Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Reader)

12/4 - Spoils of War (Gladiator!Steve Rogers x Reader)

11/25 - What Goes Around (DBF/BFD!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

11/17 - Far, Far Away (Librarian!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

11/9 - Keep the Change (Sugar Daddy!Andy Barber x Reader)

11/4 - Lay Me Down (Vampire Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

10/30 - Traditional (Tattoo!Bucky Barnes x Reader x Tattoo!Steve Rogers - Howling Commandos Tattoo AU

10/25 - Finding Home (Lumberjack!Steve Rogers x Reader)

10/15 - Like Real People Do (Professor!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

10/6 - Under the Weather (Mechanic Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Reader) Beefy Roommate Universe

Love and thanks for stopping by! 💙

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 2 years

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Here we go again lads! As always please check individual warnings for each fic. You are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog, and the majority tagged, are 18+ only and most of these fics contain adult themes.

As always, please give these writers some love and share their works ✨

Bucky Barnes ✨

His moon and stars by @bibbidibobbidibucky

dad!Bucky x fem!Reader

Nothing burns like the cold by @suitk0via

Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

Only me and my love by @christywantspizza

Mob boss!Bucky Barnes x Reader

My sunshine by @marvel-3407

Mafia!Bucky x f!reader

Good for you by @sgt-seabass

Vampire!Bucky x Female!Reader

*Little bird by @gogolucky13

dbf!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Somewhere I belong by @navybrat817

Bucky Barnes x artist female reader

His prize by @darth-anakin-bucky

Bucky barnes x female reader

*Heaven (won't) help you by @darth-anakin-bucky

Dark!Prince bucky barnes x female princess reader

In the low lamp light I was free by @bonky-n-steeb

soft! dark! bucky barnes x therapist! reader

Cuffing season by @lunarbuck

CEO!Bucky x f!assistant!reader (any race)

Unleashed by @jobean12-blog

Winter Soldier x reader

*Worst idea ever by @firefly-in-darkness

Bucky Barnes x reader

*Your filthy heart by @sweeterthanthis

Stepdad!Bucky x 18+F!Reader

Warm comforts by @jadedvibes

Beefy roommate!Bucky x reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Dazed and confused by @sweeterthanthis

Dark!Lee Bodecker x Female Reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Soft on me by @gummydummy19

Steve Rogers x reader

*His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Beefy lumberjack!Steve by @angrythingstarlight

BeefyLumberjack!Steve x reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Wind you up & tie you down by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Ari x Reader

National anthem by @syntheticavenger

Nomad Biker! Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Feels so right by @geminixevans-stan

Mechanic!Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Lust for life by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

beach bar owner!Ari Levison x curvy!fem!reader (any body type)

Birthday sitting by @beelicious-barnes

Ari Levinson x reader

In the afterglow by @inklore

husband!ari levinson x wife!reader

Eddie Munson ✨

Still of the night by @mypoisonedvine

eddie munson x cheerleader!reader

Ransom Drysdale ✨

Held for ransom by @sagechanoafterdark

Ransom x Reader

Thor ✨

The magic hour / after hours by @kenniteaa

Stripper! Thor Odinson x Black! Reader

Jake Jensen ✨

21 Jensen street by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Jake Jensen x Loser!Reader

Mikey Henry & Bucky Barnes ✨

Under the blinding lights by @dreamlessinparis

Mickey!Henry x F!Reader, Rockstar!Bucky x F!Reader

Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers ✨

*An indecent proposal by @imanuglywombat

Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes ✨

Partition by @whiskeyncoke-redux

Sam Wilson x Reader x Bucky Barnes

#fic rec #june fic rec #bucky barnes #steve rogers #lee bodecker #ari levinson #eddie munson #ransom drysdale #thor #jake jensen #mickey henry #sam wilson

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sweetdreamsbuck · 1 year

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take my hand

beefy lumberjack!bucky x f!reader (lumby and bunny au)

wc: 2.2k

prompt: can't skate, gonna need someone to hold my hand

warnings: too much fluff. bucky is sickeningly in love

for col's Winter Wonderland writing challenge and sleepover! this is the first writing challenge I've ever done– seems fitting it's for you! thank you for inspiring me, always. <3 @foreverindreamlandd

a/n: this is a difficult time of year. sending all my love and super self-indulgent thoughts hehe.

happy holidays, my loves❄️🧸☃️🤎

𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

“Y’almost got the hang of it!” You most certainly do not.

Bucky tries to tug you along the ice, his hand secure in your double-gloved one– per his insistence on keeping you extra warm– but it’s no use. The ground stutters laughably beneath each attempt of sliding your feet.

Bucky’s never seen anything so adorable before; you’re awful.

Of course, to make matters worse, they’re all gifted on ice– Maria drifts by with a graceful spin, a howling Scott and Natasha racing just behind.

“C’mon Bunny, just slide your feet in time with mine. Small strides, like this,” he demonstrates the movement away from you in hopes your body will be able to mimic the action.

It won’t. You can’t.

“Can’t you just carry me? This holding my hand thing isn’t working,” you whine. Bucky laughs ignoring your groans, grabbing your face and kissing the corner of your mouth until you smile.

“Nope! I need to see you twirlin’ around first and then,” his thumb brushes over your bottom lip longingly, “we’ll talk. But I gotta go get the living room ready, stay out here with Maria, yeah?” He smiles at you– like he’s never witnessed something more worthy of his worship– with the radiance of every last ray of sun, warm and at rest in his stare.

And after the incredible day you’ve all had, this was the last thing on his list before the sun disappeared for the evening. This morning, he’d bundled you in too many cable-knit layers (and then an additional one just to be safe), an oversized coat, and thick garments for your neck, hands, and feet. But watching you bounce on the ice again and again… he wishes he added a few more.

Bucky had everything planned down to the very second; from the beginning dimmings of the sky’s glow so the fairy lights hanging from the cabin into the trees would shine just right, to the dough being rolled out, cut into intricate shapes to be placed in the oven with ample amount of cooling time– can’t have the icing melt off the tops, Bunny. Needs to be perfect for you.

Steve and Natasha had spent over an hour untwining the offending garland and string lights that Sam had managed to knot together, while you and Torres got a head start at throwing plastic balls and pine cones up the side of the smallest of the giant pines encompassing the cabin.

The last tray of cookies had been placed in the oven while the canola oil was set out for the potato mixture, waiting to be fried in Bucky’s special pan– his ma’s old one she only used this time of year.

The success of today was important to him for more reasons than one. He finally has something strong, something certain, worth making memories with– ones that will last him a lifetime and replace all the pain that's led him to now. Bucky only wants to share everything he is with you.

Including the small frozen pond; which Scott, Steve, and Sam tested their weight on, year after year, hopeful they’d bring a little cheer back into Bucky’s life.

Upon his request, of course, you’ll stay out here. Bucky wasn’t asking– he had everything meticulously pinned like points on a map. You know better than to derail any of his plans. So your brilliant grin and sweet hum against the warmth of his cheek is enough to guarantee he’ll be okay leaving you with his friends for a bit.

With a feigned mutter of disapproval, a 'you carry me everywhere, but now it’s an issue?' and an accompanying pucker of your lips, Bucky reluctantly watches as Maria hauls you away, taking over as skating instructor. He shimmies his skates off before shoving his boots back on, joining Steve to get his cabin all set for watching your favorite holiday movie.

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Bucky can’t help himself, the window is right near the couch he’s meant to be fixing the blankets on. He spent weeks planning this. Hours getting all the lights outlining his cabin just right, dangling them from branches and trunks alike. He needed this to be pristine, for you. Pausing to look out was too tempting, a perfect distraction directly in his line of sight at the mess of people dancing around the ice. Specifically, on you. His Bunny, right at home with his family.

And oh– how you shine. You're impossible to miss, the center of it all, always. To Bucky, anyway.

Bucky blinks with a particular tunnel vision these days, a fixation on the most beautiful thing that’s ever stumbled into his life. The window’s fogged and he’s thankful, for once, that he forgot to clean it better; a frost-tinted circle illuminating your ambrosial luster.

And while quickly moving to place an additional few logs on the fire, he can't fight the urge to get back outside to you. You love curling up against his chest right in front of the flames, warm cream colored blankets and sweet kisses shared until Bucky's reeling, flushed scarlet and suffocating for more.

“What’s on your mind, Buck?” Steve wonders.

They wordlessly walk out of the cabin and down the porch steps, transfixed with the painting of Joaquin and Sam twisting you unwillingly around the ice.

Steve clears his throat.

But Bucky’s somewhere else entirely, your squeals of frightened joy are running circles between his ears, rendering him breathless in a moment he never wants to leave. From the moment just a half hour ago you spoke so softly, "Need you to hold my hand Lumby, what if I suck? Never done this before", to now– he watches on with an ardent tenderness bleeding from his eyes in the shape of you. Sam pushes at your hips from behind, directing your laughing frame wobbling straight into a panicked Torres.

Bucky’s so tragically in love with you.

“Her.”

Your skate catches the bottom of Sam’s too-long jeans, sending you both toppling to the ground in a heap of broad shoulders and heavy limbs– courtesy of a painfully groaning Joaquin and cackling Sam. Steve smiles, observing Bucky take in the picture before him, a low chuckle rumbling within his knowing chest: there’s nothing like watching your best pal falling more and more, so deeply in love, Steve thinks. He nods.

“Mine too.”

“And what’s my girl doin’ in your thoughts?” Bucky smirks, eyes grudgingly leaving your triumphant pose on top of your conquered pile of a bickering Sam and Joaquin. When he meets Steve’s eyes, he finds a noble grin.

“I’m thankin’ her. Never seen you like this, so…” Steve gestures to him, a grand wave of his arms Bucky feels deep in his chest, “So happy. Bucky, she’s–”

“Bucky! Bucky, help me!” They both whip their heads at the excited sound, the two men once face-first on the ice and under your victorious smirk now standing tall on their blades with you lifted high above their heads. Maria and Natasha jump up from their bench to rush to your rescue, hurling insults in between fits of laughter at the two idiots passing you round and round in swooping circles.

Steve looks to his friend, and in Bucky's contentment he sees it– adoration and fondness and relief vibrating warmly.

Bucky melts– his bunny and his best friends. And they adore his girl almost as much as he does. He couldn’t feel more alive.

“Torres! Wilson! Put my girl down, I swear if I find even a scratch on her–”

“You have her in like nine layers. Think she’ll be fine, if she doesn’t pass out from heat exhaustion first…” Sam mumbles securing his arms tightly around your middle, dodging the raucous taunts of the two women before placing you on shaky legs.

You stay standing for a solid three seconds, the air returning to your overexerted lungs. One slide of your foot, then the other. Just like Bucky showed you, left, right, le– your body meets ice.

Shrill mirth fills the woods at, yet again, another fumble of your own two legs. With an enamored chuckle, Bucky moves swiftly, hoping to get to you before another fall occurs. He’s never seen a person fall so much in his damn life.

“So. I’m terrible at this,” the dejected huff swirls past you both in a frozen gust of air. Your body shivers in a tired sulk, working hard to remember what it feels like to be standing. Bucky bends down and aids you out of your skates, shouting for Scott to toss him your boots. Right foot then left, and he secures the thick socks he made you wear over the tops of the laces.

Bucky looks up at you, a satisfied sound whispered into the frigid evening. There’s a playful pity swimming within his features. But his eyes always betray him, completely overflowing with his adoration for you. It nearly knocks you off of your feet, dizzy and back spinning ‘round icy ground. The entrance to the fence that encases the pond snags on your puffy parka and Bucky grabs at your wrists, sliding his thumbs gently down to the thick fabric concealing those precious lifelines of yours. He brings the tops of them to his mouth with a gentle hum.

Nothing feels more secure than falling into the safety Bucky’s presence brings. He stands, plump lips never leaving your knuckles for a second.

As if the evening was expecting you both, frost-bitten air and the last swirls of daylight envelop you in a greeting of serenity. The lights still glimmer and your friends still laugh and yell, but the evening permits you to forget all of that for a moment.

Looking into Bucky’s eyes feels a lot like home.

And the stunning blues have no intention of leaving your sweet face, sulking up at him with the echoes of crystalized wonder and the twinkling from up above dusting along your features– how could he even feel an ounce of sympathy toward you? Not when your pout entices him like nothing else on this goddamned green earth ever could. Nothing could hold a candle to it.

“Wouldn’t say that Bun,” he decides with a solemn shake of his head, squeezing your fingers within his hold, “You’re not terrible. Just not ready… for public viewing, is all.” A short nod and a hopeful smile search to brighten the affected expression on your face. But it isn’t until he leans down with his nose nudging yours, a teasing pout of his lips on your cold skin, an arm sliding behind your hip urging you closer with a sigh against your cheek that you feel it.

He’d do anything to keep you happy.

It’s evident in the glistening snow nestled within the thick sea of evergreen, its sparkling hue all around you– in the sloppily decorated tree just a few feet shy of the pond– in the group of friends he gathered together just to remind you how loved you are, even during the most difficult season of the year. Bucky’d spend hours milling through his ma’s old recipes to find the perfect cookies and those latkes he remembers enjoying years ago. He’d even go as far as tell a little lie no one could possibly ever believe, that you weren’t in fact hazardous on skates, even if it is just the two of you that hear it. He’d bear long hours in the harsh winds of winter for something other than labor, for a gathering of family his girl knows love him to no end, just to see her showered with the same sentiment– to see that smile.

Nothing about loving you is akin to labor.

But then your lips curl, a small giggle bubbling past your once frustrated pout until the sweet sound blooms, swells, stealing the rhythm straight from his chest. And Bucky’s heart soars, from the very depths of his rib cage to the confines of your wool-clad hands, all from just the blinding smile you have only for him.

Candle: lit.

Your hands reach for his cheeks just as they flush crimson, a startling contrast to the scenery surrounding you. Bucky nearly evaporates, right there.

His pulse is thunderous, urging him to delight in nothing but your joy enduringly. Bucky can’t control it, it croons I love you, I love you, I love you.

You’re breathtaking.

He’d never tell his friends he planned today just for you, of how he stocked his kitchen with baking supplies and festive decor just to watch the happiness sparkling, so alive in your eyes.

Bucky’s anything but subtle. His heart beats only with the air of your affections– his friends know.

“C’mon sweet girl,” Bucky’s nose smushes against your hairline, his kiss warming your chilled forehead. “We’ve got cookies to decorate. Can’t let Sam find ‘em or they’ll be gone before we know it.”

At the sight of Bucky’s reverent lips descending the span of your face, Steve turns to head back to the cabin. With a heavy smack of his arm around Sam’s shoulders and a smile spread proudly across both of their faces, they let their friend take all the time he needs. Natasha’s grin twitches softly, watching Bucky sing of his love for you with every glide of his lips against your skin, with every breath that fills his lungs.

Bucky continues on, reaching and pulling for every little laugh you’ll give him, sparing no expense for the feelings of his friends: "Maria’s terrible on ice, did’ya even see her out there? Nearly knocked poor Torres on his ass.” No, that was you, actually. And you did. “Scott took all the marshmallows, can’t let him find out about our secret stash, kay?” He keeps them in an old tea container, they taste of bergamot. “Stevie thinks he’ll make a better gingerbread house than us, you believe that punk?” He only said that to get Bucky riled up.

Sam hears it– they all do. You hardly attempt to quiet your delight whenever Bucky gets you snuggled close, wrapped entirely bare in his need to be your everything.

A hurried kiss teases his stubble, then graces his lips, and your arm entangles itself around his own until the tips of fingers interlock in a charm of whispered giggles. And while walking the length of the winter wonderland he’s created for you, hyper and giddy and so full of emotion, your heart thanks him.

They all hear Bucky prod, the cheap digs and the silly goading; not a single one of them has the means to chide– they know. Their friend has finally found peace, tightly woven within the grasp of a warm woolen hand.

#bucky #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes

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