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whorefordean · 11 months

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Ooo prompt 13 on hurt comfort for winter solider bucky/reader. Pls pls I'd die

always safe

bucky barnes x reader

warnings: none i think

wc: 760

prompt: “i won’t let anybody hurt you ever again.”

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Your eyes remained closed as you stretched out to reach for Bucky. You whined when your hand never met his warm body. You peaked an eye open, desperately searching for your boyfriend. You frowned as your eyes adjusted to the dark room. Bucky’s side of the bed was empty.

You slowly sat up, dropping your feet onto the floor. You hissed at the cold hardwood floor against your bare feet. You stumbled through the dark room, making your way through your apartment.

You sighed when you entered the living room. There on the cold floor, laid your sweet Bucky. You could see his stoic expression held tight even as he slept. You watched as his body writhed against the floor, beads of sweat running down his face.

“Oh, Buck,” you whispered softly, sadness washing over you as you watched your love suffer. You crept towards Bucky, careful not to alarm him. When you reached him, you crouched down to gently rub his hair.

“Sweetheart,” you called out to him. Bucky’s body relaxed for a moment before tensing up again. He slowly pried his eyes open, heaving in deep breaths. Bucky tried to control his panic, but it was no use. He had woken up completely disoriented, unaware of where he was or how he ended up here.

“You’re okay, Bucky. You’re safe,” You cooed softly. You continued to run your fingers through his soft hair. Once he’s better aware of his surroundings, you caress his face.

“Are you with me, Buck?” You whispered to him softly. Bucky inhaled a sharp breath. His eyes searched yours for comfort. He found it rather quickly and placed his hand on top of yours resting on his face. He leaned into your touch and let out a shaky breath.

You moved to sit beside Bucky, but he quickly pulled you on top of him. You were straddling his waist now. His eyes were closed, and his free hand moved to rest on your hips. It was a welcomed grasp, his hands sending a warmth through you. His eyes were closed now as he allowed himself to fully relax into you. He rested his head against your chest, listening to the soft thump of your heart.

After a few minutes, Bucky finally responded.

“I’m with you,” he replied faintly, squeezing your hips slightly to ground himself.

“Where did you go?” You asked him, referring to the obvious nightmare he just suffered through.

“Hydra. Again,” he replied sadly. You could barely make out the small tears forming in his eyes. You wiped away the only one that fell.

“You’re here, love. They’ll never have you again,” You replied calmly. It angered you how much pain Bucky seemed to always be in. Even years after the fact, Hydra still had its claws buried too deep into your sweet Bucky.

“What if he’s still here?” Bucky whispered into your chest. Your chest burned at his question. The Winter Soldier, in Bucky’s mind, was always lurking. He was always waiting for the perfect moment to strike, leaving Bucky on edge, waiting for him to ruin his life all over again.

“Sweetheart, he’s gone. I won’t let anybody hurt you ever again. Not the Winter Soldier and not Hydra. You’re safe now, Bucky. Always.” You promised. You’d do whatever it takes to keep him safe, even if it meant protecting him from his own mind.

Bucky nuzzled his face deeper into your chest, inhaling your scent. He’d never tell you, in fear of looking like a creep, but he loved the way you smelled. You smelled like home. You’d always be that for him. His home. His comfort. His peace.

Bucky slowly stood up, taking you with him. He carried you back into your bedroom, leaving his thin blanket on the living room floor. He placed you softly onto the bed, placing a small kiss onto your forehead, then your cheek, then finally your mouth. He gave you a few short pecks, then held his lips to your. You kissed him back slowly.

“I love you, Doll,” Bucky whispered, placing a final kiss to your lips before laying down beside you.

“I’m always gonna love you, Buck,” You whispered back, pushing your body closer to his. His hands were laced into your hair, gently twisting and tugging on the soft strands.You wrapped your arm around his waist. Bucky quickly fell asleep, his breathing finally steady. Your head rested softly against his chest. The rise and fall lulled you into sweet dreams of you and Bucky. Always safe. Always together.

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vypresuh · 2 years

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stupor pt. 2 | bb

summary: It's the morning after you and bucky's drunken night together, and you think it's finally time that you address what happened.

pairings: best friend!bucky x fem!reader

tags: fluffy, sensual touch, light angst , vulgar language 𐑺

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Last night’s sleep took you under its wing quickly, allowing you to rest your thoughts as well as your eyes for at least another few hours. And you relished in it. Each breath you took of the frigid air around you only allowed you to sink even deeper into your slumber. You barely found pleasure in your usual tossing and turning, which you did every night because if you made even the slightest movement you were sure to wake Bucky. Though, he must sleep like a rock if he was unaware of your current circumstances.

Fortunately enough, you did not feel him stir in the night or shift awkwardly at all. The two of you stayed perfectly in sync with the other, adjusting position as needed, but he never relinquished you from his hold. And you liked it that way. However, a part of you cursed yourself for even thinking of Bucky like this— finding comfort in canoodling with him in the first place. But you couldn't help it, you were a sucker for many things and this may just as well be one of them.

The faint sounds of birds chirping outside of your window were only the precursor to the blaring car horns and irritated traffic-goers that welcomed you to the new day. The sky beckoned the sun forth from its rest, its bright blades piercing crudely through the blinds in an attempt to wake you. You winced from the obnoxious beams that burned your eyelids— bringing your hand up to block them from your face. You would turn over if you could, but there was still a large oaf of a man that was steadily crushing you with his weight.

Bucky’s soft snoring rumbled against your chest in small intervals. He would occasionally fix the position of his head that would sink him further into your breasts, making you go rigid—your hair sticking up on its ends like a frightened kitten, but then you found some comfort in it, relaxing back into your skin, embracing his touch as if you have starved of it yourself, which, actually wasn’t too far off. This kind of intimate touch became foreign to you, since being an agent wasn't the most inviting job in the world, and you never have time for much else other than work. Things such as love and even occasional hook-ups were obsolete. You risked your life every day, but you could never risk the life of somebody you loved so you swore yourself free of relationships. Despite the cons, if it wasn't for your current employment, you never would have met Bucky at all.

Glancing down at him sleeping just as peacefully as last time, your palm connected to his soft skin as you released a breath that had been sealed away in your lungs for too long. His skin was so smooth, considering the full tactical attire he wore daily, you would assume his flesh would be a bit rougher to the touch, but it lacked flaws no matter where the pads of your fingers landed. Your fingers climbed over the hill of his shoulders and trailed south of his spine, following the slight curve that met the middle of his back before the rest of his torso disappeared under the blanket. You followed the same path and used your hand to travel up again towards the nape of his neck. He shivered a little, his muscles tensing at the sensation. You watched his bones bulge at the behest of your finger before settling once more.

“Ugh.. just a few more minutes..” a deep, groggy voice chimed.

You were taken aback by how deep his voice was. It was oddly attractive. “Well, good morning to you too.”

Bucky groaned. “Y/N? Is that you? What are y-” He started pulling himself up off of you, both of his arms relinquishing your frame from their hold.

Your eyes did not move from him as his features tightened because of his sudden awakening. He took a deep breath and glanced around the room for a moment, taking in the space around him before returning to meet your eyes. He stared into them for a moment like he was studying them, working his sight down towards your semi-exposed breasts and his shirtless frame between your thighs.

You could see the gears turning in his head until it clicked. His face flushed of all color as his eyes flickered nervously across your face and body. “Shit.. did I- did we?”

You simply shrugged, not sure of the answer to that question yourself. Nothing about last night was crystal clear.

“That's what I was hoping you knew the answer to.” You replied, sitting up onto your elbows.

“Fuck.” Bucky crashed down into the space beside you and ran his hand across his face. He seemed just as stressed and confused as you had assumed him to be earlier. But he wasn't running away from it. He just seemed to be processing it.

Flipping over onto your side to face him, you watched his face for any change in expression, but he gave you nothing for a while. Just stared up at the ceiling fan that whirred overhead.

“I’m surprised you are as calm as you are right now.” He prodded.

“Don't be. I've been freaking out on the inside.” you retorted. “I’m surprised, you’re not running around with your head cut off either.”

“Trust me, I’m just as shocked as you are. It’s not everyday you wake up naked next to your best friend in their own bed.”

You scoffed. “Tell me about it. Do you remember anything?”

“Some things, it's still pretty foggy.” He stopped to think for a moment.

“ I remember..us getting a few drinks after a job. We left the others at the bar while we caught a taxi back to your place? And thennnnn.. .” Bucky paused for a moment— a mischievous grin grew on his face from whatever memory he just had. He turned to you and smirked.

“You kissed me.”

If there was a button you could use to blow up the entire world at that moment, you probably would have. You mentally slapped yourself over and over and over again, calling yourself a dumbass for even trying it with him in the first place. You took the pillow that you were laying back on and slammed it over your face to hide from the embarrassment.

You could hear Bucky belly laughing beside you as if you needed him to cause you any more emotional pain.

“Real funny Barnes...”.

“Hey, hey, hey. Doll,” he started, trying to hide his laughter. He sat up on his elbows and removed the pillow from your face. His hand rested on your cheek, pulling your face to look at him. “take a breath. These things happen. It's not that big a deal. For all you know, that could have been it.”

“Not a big deal? I came onto you while we were drunk and I don't even remember it, and on top of that, we’re almost completely naked.”

“Well… good point. And let's blame your memory loss on the liquor and not me being incompetent.” he teased.

“I’m serious, Buck. What if this ruins our friendship?”

Bucky hushed you immediately and brushed his thumb across your cheeks. “As long as I’m alive, nothing will ruin us. Also, our bond is a lot stronger than you think, I don't fear a little slip will break it. Okay?”

You relaxed into his hold, shutting your eyes briefly as he caressed your skin. Maybe he was right. You loved him enough to not throw everything you had built together away because of a slip. Though you still had your reservations, you still believed in the strength of what love both of you had for each other, and that was enough. You and he were an inseparable pair bonded by a common want to keep each other safe. You protected each other, you looked after one another. And that was something you never wanted to lose.

“You’re right. I just- you know. I care about you.”

Bucky placed his hand on his heart and looked at you with the widest puppy dog eyes he had in his arsenal and flashed you with them. “That's the sweetest compliment you've ever given me. I half expected you to call me a dumbass like always.”

You laughed and mushed his shoulder. “Not my fault. I call it as I see it, Barnes.”

“I see why everyone says you’re not a morning person.”

“Ugh, shut up.”

“Seriously though, even if we did do something last night, I don’t regret it in the slightest.”

“Neither do I. If anything, I’m glad it was you.” You replied, looking to him for approval, but you were instead greeted with a sly grin.

You realized what you said and how you said it and immediately felt the repercussions. Your cheeks flushed with color and warmth instantly as you turned away from him and scratched your neck. “Well-! I just mean, I’m glad it was you and not some random guy-”

“Y/N.” He said, stopping you in your tracks by placing his hand on top of yours. “I feel the same way. No matter what way things go, I’ll never stop caring about you. You're stuck with me, so suck it up.”

A gentle sigh of relief fell from your lips once he said that to you. All the preconceived notions you had in your head began to disperse and made room for your new reality. It wasn't how you planned for things to go, but as long as he was there to help guide you through this new phase in your friendship, you were certain that there was nothing that could tear the two of you apart.

“Now if you’re done with your mini-existential-crisis. Daddy needs his cuddles.” He teased, opening his arms out wide for you.

Against your better judgement and a smack of your teeth, you did as he requested and snuggled into the spot he left open for you, laying your head underneath his chin and wrapping yourself around him. Bucky did the same, leaving his hands on your bare back and tracing over your flesh.

“And you wonder why I call you a dumbass.”

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yonduismarrypoppins · 9 months

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‘Mother May I Sleep With Danger, Please'.....

Summary: Bucky and the reader have gone undercover.

Photos aren't mine, credit to the og owners

Tiltle from ‘Mother May I Sleep With Danger?’ By Joy Crookes

Warnings: reader is black, reader is wearing a dress and has a back tattoo, she/her pronouns, Bucky drinks a glass of whiskey, the longest fic I've ever written, no y/n used, weird nicknames, google translate Russian, ending is abrupt bc I couldn't think of any ending that wasn't me stealing from someone else, speaking of which; inspired by @buckyalpine ‘s fic

A/N: thanks to @webinurcloset for proofreading

I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO REPOST OR TRANSLATE AND REPOST, THIS IS MY WRITING!

I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MAKING THIS 18+ CONTENT. MOVE ON MINOR.

You were the newest addition to the avengers, quiet, solemn but hardworking nonetheless. You had been living in the tower for a month now, not a soul but you had seen the inside of your apartments. Every dinner, meeting and mission you stayed silent save for the occasional ‘hello’ ‘thank you’ and ‘goodnight’. The other Avengers didn't make a big deal of it, knowing how anxiety can affect a person especially a newly appointed avenger.

You had not yet been approved for missions so you spent most of your time in your room, but the few times you were spotted around the tower or the compound you wore loose black sweats and a scarf around your hair. The only visible parts of you being your face and part of your neck, the parts of you they could see they appreciated. They weren't very concerned about the rest of your body, knowing most of them were covered in scars, some more inclined to hide them than others.

Everyone expected that to change, especially once you were approved for missions. The week had finally come. They were given the option to watch from the balcony as you were examined in the training gym. As Tony hadn't finished your ‘Hero Suit’ as he called it, you were given a SHIELD issue suit. Unsurprisingly it covered more of your body than your sweats did, with a high neck, gloves and a hood. Though your silhouette was certainly visible, Steve's blush made that clear. You had undeniable skill easily mastering each and every weapon handed to you, easily defeating over a dozen SHIELD agents.

You were called into a meeting shortly after your approval, along with Sam, Natasha and Bucky. You walked in to see the three spy’s spread about, sat around the long metal table. You were surprised at Steve's absence, deducing that this mission was to be more covert than usual. You were told by Maria Hill the nature of the mission, surveillance, which came as no surprise to you.

After a long silence caused by one of Sam's ‘jokes’, you wondered if you all would be sitting in a van together for hours. Maria quickly began to discuss the details of the mission. You and Bucky would be infiltrating a gala, set to happen the next day hosted by a man named Anatoli Volkov at his private residence in New Hampshire, one of his many properties.

He had been suspected of human trafficking and many other dirty dealings by the FBI for years, only falling under SHIELDS radar after one of the girls he had ‘allegedly’ kidnaped was found in a Hydra facility barely breathing 3 years later. She thankfully survived and was able to give some information on how she ended up there, including Volkov’s name.

Maria gave you the files on yours and Bucky's undercover identities; Ukraine and American born spies, respectively, over a dozen confirmed kills, married in 2015... You stopped for a moment, eyes reverting back to that last phrase, a couple, a married couple. Feeling Bucky's eyes on you, you kept your expression as neutral as possible before continuing to read on. After the briefing you briskly made your way to your room, grabbing a bottle of your favorite drink from your fridge.

You thanked whoever designed this building for allowing everyone to have their own apartments, two to a floor with the only exception being Wanda and Vision.

Their apartments have been merged so they now have the floor to themselves.

The moderately sized units were outfitted with a kitchen with a small dining table, a small living room along with a television, bathroom, small walk in closet and bedroom. As well as the F.R.I.D.A.Y. ai wired throughout the building.

You had put more time into decorating than you originally planned but overall, you made a home for yourself. You only had to leave when you ran out of food, for training or for laundry and other chores. After a few hours sitting in your bed, memorizing the blueprints for Volkov's house and every given detail of your new identity F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s startled you out of your focus, notifying you that someone was at your door.

You opened your door to Bucky holding a black garment bag and a medium sized shopping bag in his right hand with a large black box in his left.

“Hill wanted me to give you these” he handed you the two bags, “and Tony finished your suit”

You weren't necessarily surprised at his arrival, considering you two shared a floor it made sense for him to be the one to deliver the items to you.

You thanked him quietly, reaching out to grab the box. It was heavier than expected. You gave him a small smile before closing the door. The heat in your cheeks suddenly became quite noticeable. You hoped quietly that the melanin you were so grateful for covered any hypothetical redness.

As you passed the windows on the way to your bedroom you noticed the dark night sky, you hadn't realized how late it was. You hung up the garment bag on the hook you had placed outside of your closet door, placing the bag and your new suit on the bed. You made your way to the bathroom to take a shower, the warm water calming you as you reflected on the events of the day.

You had been trying to befriend your fellow Avengers but your anxieties prevented you from being outgoing. You had grown closest with Bruce, as he could relate to your fears. You stepped out of the shower commencing your skincare and body care routine. After you finished you went to grab the garment bag, trying on the gown to ensure it fit with the black heels they'd given you to go along with it.

You quite liked the ensemble, but you weren't quite thrilled to wear it in front of the rest of the Avengers. You took it off returning the items to their previous packaging before putting on your night clothes and getting in your bed. You fell asleep searching for hairstyles to wear to the gala on Pinterest.

You dreamt of Bucky that night, how he might touch you with his large hands, one warm flesh, one cool metal , how he might look at you with gorgeous and piercing blue eyes, how he might love you with all of that and everything in between.

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The Next Morning

You awoke earlier than normal, 4:56, a habit you'd had since adolescence when you were anxious. You changed into your workout clothes, black sports bra, leggings and the lulu lemon jacket Natasha had gifted to you when you first arrived. You made your way to the restroom where you pulled your hair back into a ponytail. Putting on your favorite pair of red sneakers before leaving.

Making your way to the elevator, Bucky's apartment door opened. You stopped in front of the elevator doors, turning to watch him. He turned around and made eye contact with you, after a few minutes of still silence you spoke, “going down?” he shut his door and answered with a smile, “yea”.

He stood beside you as the doors opened, he raised his hand allowing you to enter first pressing the gym floor button as he turned facing the closing the doors. You smiled down at the elevator buttons as Bucky adjusted his position so he wouldn't crowd you, something he often did unintentionally due to his large stature.

10, 9, 8.. The small screen changed as you descended the floors. “Thank you for bringing me the stuff for the mission.'' Bucky smiled, the most he'd ever heard you speak.

6, 5… “Of course, how'd you like your suit?” your suit, you'd forgotten to try it on last night. You didn't even open the box, “I haven't put it on yet” “no rush, I was just curious” he shrugged “its ok, I would be too” you both smiled.

4, 3. The doors slid open, you exited first heading for the women's locker room so you could use the bathroom. Glad to find it empty, you were in and out spending most of your time at the sink washing your hands and examining everything that just happened in the elevator. After finding one too many reasons to be embarrassed you left the bathroom and entered the gym, heading right for the open floor to stretch.

The gym was just as empty as the locker room, save for Bucky, you decided to go light today. Loosen yourself up before the mission just to avoid being sore. You finished before Bucky did, he was on the pull up bar as he had been for the 7 minutes before then, you'd spent that time admiring his muscular back looking away when you began to feel a gathering wetness in your underwear.

You left just before the morning gym rush arrived, taking another shower in your room and putting on your usual sweats and scarf before getting some fruit to eat in front of the tv where you sat for the next few hours.

You looked at the clock, 5:00. You were set to leave at 6:30.

You quickly got up, making sure you packed everything you needed to style your hair and do your makeup. You grabbed the garment and shoe bag along with a black purse with hardware that matched your chosen jewelry and a black scarf made with the same material of the dress to cover your shoulders. You made sure you had everything you needed before running to the elevator, heading to the top floor to board the quinjet.

You arrived first, much to your surprise, allowing the SHIELD agent piloting to pack your things into the built in storage compartments. As you sat down, Sam, Nat and Bucky arrived with their clothes and other supplies in tow. You looked back down over your thighs to make sure you put your seatbelt into the right clip. When you looked back up they were walking to their seats Bucky choosing to sit next to you

“Hey doll” he said with a small smile, “hello” you replied quietly. Sam and Nat sat across from you both. Suddenly a SHIELD agent, who appeared to be quite out of breath ran up the ramp. He stopped in front of you handing you a small black box, “the wedding rings mam” he said exasperatedly. You thanked him before he nodded and ran back out. You opened the box to two simple wedding bands, one thicker than the other and a diamond ring, one you might have chosen for yourself if this was real. You held out the box to Bucky before he reached for the thicker band, placing it on his ring finger before you did the same.

You noticed the rings were not new, with small nicks and marks. An important detail, especially if you were going to be surrounded by people as observant as you. You made a mental note to fake a tan line on yours and Bucky’s fingers later. The pilot cut through the silence on the intercom, announcing the beginning of the flight.

You landed in the SHIELD port shortly after as the flight was only 15 minutes. You were taken to the car port by another agent along with your bags where Natasha was given keys to a black cadillac escalade. You all stood against the grey concrete wall for a second, watching as the agent packed your things into the trunk of the car you looked at Bucky to your right, admiring how his jawline was accentuated by his man bun. You were sure you might have gaged at the bundle of hair on anyone else but on him you couldn't help but fawn over it. He looked down at you with a grin, making you look forward again embarrassed, glad to see the agent was finished.

Nat drove to the hotel where you would be staying, pleasantly surprised that it was an actual hotel and not a dirty highway motel like some of the other Avengers had been made to stay in. You and Nat packed all of your things onto a luggage cart while Sam and Bucky checked you all in.

“You should tell him you like him, you know, he likes you just as much.” Natasha says suddenly, you look up at her with shocked eyes “what?” you ask quickly, voice wavering. She flashes a grin at you, “Nothing, sorry”

You pushed the luggage cart into the lobby where Bucky and Sam were waiting by the elevator, you struggled slightly to push the cart into the elevator, Natasha and Sam attempting to help you on the other side. “I'll help you doll”. He moved behind you, placing his hands just above yours. You felt his warm body push into yours as you stumbled in with the cart. You turned to face him as the doors closed looking into his eyes for a moment, you cleared your throat, breaking eye contact and speaking quietly to ask “which floor?” he smirked “penthouse, doll” you clicked the button watching as it lit up and feeling the elevator begin to move.

Bucky was too preoccupied watching you avoid looking at his face to notice the look Sam and Nat exchanged, one of pride and cunning, it was only a matter of time.

Nat and Sam left your coms on the desk before going across the hall to their room. You used the master bathroom to get ready while Bucky used the half bath. You had finished your hair and makeup but were struggling to close the dress, the satin buttons proving hard to reach. You stepped out of the bathroom calling for Bucky, “what's up doll” he stepped out of the bathroom fixing his suit cuff, you were pulled into a trance admiring how he looked in the black suit, his bun making him look even more mysterious.

“Doll?” you snapped out of it. Not realizing he had moved closer to you, “what do you need, sweet girl?” he spoke softly, you swore that his pet names would make you spontaneously combust. “I need help with my dress, I can't get it closed.” You turned your back to him so he could start closing the buttons. He quietly admired the art tattooed on your back, it was beautiful, elongating your back with its elegant design. With every brush of his hands on your skin you became more and more flustered thanking whatever deity was looking down on you when he announced he was done, you turned to face him again “You look great doll.” Bucky said with a smile, your eyes flashing in between his eyes and chest a few times before you spoke up, “I'll just grab my bag and we can go”

You made sure you had on all of your jewelry, including your wedding rings, your bag, your scarf and your com before you told Bucky you were ready to go. You stepped out just as Natasha and Sam did, donning their driver and bodyguard outfits respectively. The elevator trip was much less awkward, Sam even managing to make a joke that you all laughed at.

You all walked to the car, you and Sam moving to the right and Nat and Bucky moving to the left. Nat and Sam got in the front seats of the car while Bucky opened the door for you, you slid to the seat on the other end so he wouldn't have to circle the car to enter. Sam pulled off just as he shut the door. You had been staring absentmindedly out of the window when you felt Bucky grip your hand and pull it towards his chest. You turned your head toward him, making no movements as you had no intention of pulling your hand away. As he turned the wedding rings on your finger you wondered again what it would be like to be loved by Bucky.

The drive was short, you arrived ‘fashionably late’ as Sam called it at 8:15. The estate was gorgeous, elegant and large but not overbearing. It rested on a large piece of land surrounded by forests and greenery.

“Ladies and gents we have arrived. I'll circle to the entrance to drop you two off and we'll park a few blocks away.” Sam said, while his tone was gleeful you heard the underlying worry in his voice. Bucky walked out and around to your door, reaching his hand around to help you step out. “Don't forget to turn on your coms.” Nat added quickly as you Bucky closed the car door.

Bucky moved his arm around your waist to guide you up the stairs of the extravagant mansion, the doors opened to a gorgeous ballroom, warm lighting, brown tones and old school jazz music coming from the live band in the corner. Just quiet enough to feel like a background song to a memory. There were plenty of people, criminals you assumed. All well dressed in browns, blacks and creams.

You admired the dress of one woman while Bucky walked you to the bar, keeping you close. He ordered himself a whiskey neat. One of the perks that come from being a super soldier on missions, he can drink normal alcohol with no consequences because it has no effect on his body. Discovering his inability to get drunk has given Bucky the opportunity to drink whiskey for the flavor, he has become a bit of a connoisseur post freedom, his current favorite being Bushmills Black Bush Whiskey. You ordered a ‘Shirley Temple’, not necessarily feeling like drinking alcohol. You moved to sit on the bar stool facing away from the bar while Bucky stayed standing on your right side waiting for your drinks.

The bartender handed Bucky your drinks when suddenly you felt a clammy hand on your shoulder, “ну что тут у нас? экзотическая красавица?” (well what do we have here? an exotic beauty?) You looked up at the person touching him, and immediately recognized him as Anatoli Volkov. You wanted to pull his hand off of you and break it but you couldn't do anything to make him suspicious, thankfully Bucky spoke before you did.

“моя жена великолепна, не так ли?” (my wife is gorgeous, isn't she?) he said, putting some obvious emphasis on the word wife. He then wrapped one of his arms around your neck. You reached up to grasp his hand floating hand, pulling it down slightly. Volkov smirked, “I meant you no offense, Mr.?” he said in an amused tone, highlighting his thick accent.

“Joseph Smith and my wife Iris”. Your thumb swiped across his hand as he spoke, your head leaning back into his chest. Anatoli reached his hand out towards Bucky to shake, “it's nice to meet you Joseph, i hope to see you both again” Volkov looked down at you with a sly smirk, Bucky diverted his attention when he reciprocated his handshake, Anatoli's eyes shooting back up to him. “I hope to see you again too” Bucky smiled but his grip tightened, Volkov shook out his hand as he turned and walked away from the both of you. You turned to face the bar taking a sip of your drink, the sweet liquid refreshing your parched throat.

Bucky's arm moved off of you to take a sip of his drink. You turned back to the crowd after downing half of your drink, taking a moment to see how much security was in the building. Eventually you noticed at least 8 men in all black suits, all of whom had repeatedly talked to the same man in a dark blue suit. He had been shadowing Volkov since you arrived, you noted.

Suddenly Bucky grabbed your knees, pulling you to face him and moving your legs around his waist, with one hand you gripped his wrist and with the other you stabilized yourself on his shoulder. Your hand slowly moved up his arm as he pushed his hand up into your dress clutching and rubbing at your ass and thighs. “gray suit 2:00, he might have made us, i'm not sure.” you barely brought yourself to tear your eyes away from his face to look at the man in question. He was standing in a corner watching the two of you, finally looking away to reach into his pocket to answer his phone. You tried to read his lips but were quickly distracted when Bucky pushed his head into your neck, your hand flying to his neck carefully holding his head.

“Think we should go?” he said into your ear, you cleared your throat “we don't have anything on Volkov yet, we should wait.” he grunted in response before pulling his head out from your shoulder, only moving one of his hands to reach for his glass of whiskey again. You looked up at him, wondering how he can manage to make butterflies turn in your stomach while staying completely calm, you hoped that your flustered behavior wasn't tipping off the other people in the ballroom. You looked back at the jazz band when the music ended, quietly clapping before Anatoli walked on stage. You immediately rolled your eyes, wanting to zone out but knowing that if you did you'd likely regret it. You reached to take a sip of your drink, reminding yourself as to why you hadn't ordered something alcoholic when Anatoli began to speak.

The whole speech was in Russian, he thanked his guests, boasted and bragged but still delivered no useful information. Fake laughter coming from all sides of the room. You had zoned out a bit, listening to the heavenly jazz band on stage once again until you felt a hand on your neck. Bucky grasped both sides of your face with both of his hands, tilting your head up to look at him, he chucked when you hesitated to look him in the eye.

He held his forehead against yours brushing your lips against each other before speaking again, “Somebodys watching us, doll.” He smirked when he finished using his hands to push your head in the direction of the man in the gray suit once again. You looked back at Bucky before aiming your head down.

You took your hands, taping the inside of yours and Bucky’s ears discreetly before moving them around his neck. You spoke quietly, “Nat, do you copy?” there were a few seconds of static before a response came “Copy kitty-girl, what's going on in there?” you smiled at the nickname, reminded of the night you and Nat had snuck Alpine out from Bucky’s room to put her in the animal Falcon costume. “We're all good but maybe not for long, we’re being watched.” “Alright, get out of there. We'll be at the front waiting.” You heard her call for Sam to start the car before you looked at Bucky in the eye again, nodding subtly.

He moved his hands from your face, grabbing your bag from the bar before lifting you off of the stool, you let a small gasp escape you. Before you could process the action he was pulling you across the room to the entrance, when you reached the stairs he placed an arm under your shoulders and the other under your knee, the action made you squeal and you in turn made him laugh. You felt like a princess, or at the very least a main character in a rom com that was not deemed relevant enough to have Bucky watch yet.

You were sure that anyone witnessing the interaction would simply think you two were a happy couple eager to get home after a long night of tension.

He placed you down to open the door to the large van, lifting you into your seat before sliding in himself. Sam begins to open his mouth to speak when you put a finger over your mouth in an effort to quiet him. You look through your purse finding a bug in the open interior pocket and a tracker handing them to Natasha, she hands you a bug detector. You took Bucky's hands to make sure there were no other devices before doing a quick sweep over his body and yours, after finding nothing you say “alright, we're clear”. Natasha smiles when you hand the bug detector back to her, noticing that Bucky hasn't taken his eyes off of you and you haven't let go of Bucky's hand.

It's done, I'm done, sorry if this sucks.

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chxrryhansen · 3 months

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౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s Concepts 8/50

Character; Bucky barnes

Kink; Breeding

Dialogue; “You can run but you can’t hide.”

Requested by; @missmarvelophilic

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“I’ll give you a 20 second head start before i catch you and fuck you til you can’t breathe.” he warned, staring down at you with an almost predatory look in his cold blues.

You dashed out of the door, running as fast as your legs could take you. It wasn’t long before you spotted a displeased Bucky hot on your tail as you sprinted towards the open field.

Clearly you had a zero percent chance of outrunning the man beast but your ego had never let you down before, pushing you to run quicker.

“You can run but you can’t hide doll.” he growled, slowly but surely catching up to you.

His large hand reached out to grab your shoulder, sending you both tumbling to the ground. You squirmed under his weight desperately trying to free yourself as he pushed your nightgown over your hips, pressing his heavy cock into your plump ass from behind.

“F-Fuck, Daddy…” You whined as your pussy clenched around nothing, your juices leaking out of your hole and the smell of your pussy making Bucky groan as he pulled his hard length out of his shorts.

He stroked his shaft as precum leaked from his swollen pink tip, pressing it up against your tight hole, watching as his cock disappeared while he pushed your face into the leafy ground with one hand, bottoming out in a single thrust making you cry out in pleasure.

Your greedy walls instantly welcoming him. “Fuck.. gonna breed this cunt til my cums dripping down your legs… you’ll look so good all swollen and round with my child babydoll.” he growled in your ear, his long brown locks sticking to his face, his primal side taking over.

“Who’s pussy is this?”

“Y-Yours.. Oh god, it’s all yours daddy, wan’ your babies so bad” you whimpered, your walls stretching around fat cock.

“Damn fuckin’ right it is, can’t wait to make you a mommy, sweet girl.”

“S-So close.. You’re gonna make me cum” you whined.

“Yeah? You gonna’ cream all over your daddy’s fat dick, huh baby? Make me a real daddy?” he mocked, his tip kissing your cervix as he thrusted, anomalistically inside your soppy cunt.

His hips began to stutter as you sobbed, squirting around his cock completely overwhelmed with pleasure, coating his length in your creamy fluids.

He came with a growl, burrying his face into your neck, biting down on your soft skin as you cried, tears streaming down your cheeks, filling your ruined cunt with hot n sticky ropes of cum.

He stilled his hips ensuring his cum would seep into your womb, before he was even finished cumming his thick load began running down your thighs. He kissed your forehead, his cock softening inside you yet he kept his hips pressed to your ass, not wanting pulling out just yet

“You’re gonna’ look beautiful carrying my babies, doll.”

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yourbuckies · 6 months

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— Charles Bukowski, A Vote for the Gentle Light

#stucky #stevebucky #stevebuckyedit #steve rogers #bucky barnes #steverogersedit #buckybarnesedit #marveledit #mcuedit #sebastian stan #chris evans #usergosling #mine #huh i didn't realize how similar the silhouettes are on those last two until now #for the record that last silhouette is from the safehouse in cw i would never repeat gifs in a set #i only endlessly repeat the same concept :)

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3twindragons · 4 months

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Winteriron/ if they met during the first iron man movie.

#bucky barnes #the winter soldier #tony stark #iron man #ironwinter #marvel fanart #fan art #iron man movies #tonybucky #concept: they are in the desert. there's fire on the background. and a helicopter is looking for tony. that's were all this light is from #i dedicate this to every fic were they meet during the events of the first iron man movie #my favorite thing was when in discord someone saw the wip and went :“yinsen in the afterlife: so i was helping him design his wedding suit”#lol 😂#let's agree however that yinsen survived this one ! who's with me ?#My art 3td

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lilacevans · 3 months

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meet some of the pete's place regulars!

˚ ♡ ✧.* : ̗̀➛ requests by: two anons, @welight-theway, @crokitheloki, @hansensgirl, @buggy14, @leaderofthebadbitchbrigade.

✧.*ೃ⁀➷ pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚

this is a dark au/verse. minors need not interact. happy endings don't happen here.

𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫

41 years old.

6’2’’.

Suburban dad with a dark side.

Likes flashing the cash for a look as he doesn’t get much attention back home.

Never misses stopping by when he’s in town.

Has a type and it just so happens to be you.

Brings you gifts; new outfits, new shoes, gold chains, etc, every single time he visits the club.

Will spend the whole night promising you the world– and his wallet, if you just go home with him.

Top Three: Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Praise Kink.

𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐕𝐞𝐭

45 years old.

6’4’’.

Oh, what a nice man–

Warning sirens sound in the distance.

Danger! Danger!

The man will make you beg, make you cry, rearrange your insides, make you fall in love and break you down all within a night.

The man is all kinds of fucked up. But knows how to hide it well.

Under Lloyds employement so like, you can guess the kinds of fucked up.

Did awful things while serving in the army, brought some of that back home with him.

Protect you? More like slaughter anyone who gives you a momentary glance.

Top Three: Rough (Violent) Sex, Service Kink, Corruption Kink.

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐨𝐲

28 years old.

6’1’’.

Cocky motherfucker, hot and he knows it.

The embodiment of a hyper puppy.

Acts like he’s always got the zoomies whenever he’s in the club.

Annoys the absolute shit out of all the girls but he’s hot, so they deal with it.

Secretly a sweetheart but never shuts his mouth.

Gets a little too handsy when he’s had a drink– or five.

Always asking Pete to loan him one of his girls for the night.

Don’t get him twisted, the guy FUCKS. and he's NASTY about it

Top Three: Dirty Talk, Deepthroating, Body Worship (receiving).

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟

43 years old.

6’0’’.

Corrupt little wank, like’s to make Pete nervous when he comes around, but he’d never spill on the shady things as he likes the club’s views.

Talks big shit but you’ll find him in the VIP rooms on a Saturday night.

A little wrong in the head, but treat him right and he’ll make you scream.

Can get a little rough with the girls when he's had a few.

Tight with money so always tries it on for a discount for not opening his mouth.

Has a big cock and is smug about it.

Likes 'em on their knees with an wide open mouth.

Top Three: Daddy Kink, Corruption Kink, Choking.

𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐬 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐲𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫

32 years old

6’0’’.

Troubled addict that’s in the club; Every. Single. Night.

Likes just to watch, girls kinda hate him in the club because he won’t even throw a dollar bill but will spend a paycheck on drinks and other things.

Spends money he doesn’t have, does the odd job for Pete when he’s in a little legal trouble which gets him the odd night in the VIP rooms.

Don’t underestimate him though.

Will have you crawling back for seconds.

While not the roughest by any means, get him high enough and annoyed enough, he’ll make sure you’re not walking for the next two weeks.

Top Three: High Sex, Overstimulation, Throat-Fucking.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐊𝐞𝐦𝐩 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞

35 years old

6’1’’.

Idk, fam, somethings off about this one but we're gonna ignore it, okay?

Stares a little too long, kinda like he’s hunting.

Makes your heart race a little being around him– fuck or fight i guess. I know which I’m doing.

Tips nicely but never wants a private dance, likes to watch and drop cash at your feet after.

Weirdo tbh. It’s not like he ain’t got the money.

Sucks to be you if you decide to go home with him.

You ain't coming back, honey.

Top Three: Blood Play, Knife Play, Bondage/Rope.

*** if by chance, i have missed your req and you know you sent it before reqs were closed, please let me know asap so i can add it to this list!! thank u all sm for u patience. i love u all<33

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bethdutten · 2 years

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Drunk in Love

you get a little drunk at one of tony’s celebratory after-mission parties. and bucky is there looking so fine and-- fuck it. you can’t keep your hands off him.

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another bucky fic nobody asked for! we got angst, we got fluff, we got a bit of smut. now on to the requests people actually want to read :)

“What are you—oh, okay, maybe let’s not,” Bucky nervously chuckles, taking your wrist and carefully pulling your hand away from where it was sliding down from his waist to his ass. He probably should have stopped you from having that last drink.

You grinned, pressing yourself against him and sliding your free hand under his shirt, grazing his abs and licking your lips as your nails scratched along the trail of hair leading into his pants.

Yeah, definitely should have stopped you.

Bucky groaned, shaking his head and taking your other hand out, holding both in his metal hand and gently pushing you back with the other. “Done having fun?” As much as he was enjoying how handsy you were right now, you were in the middle of a party surrounded by all your teammates and friends, and more than a little drunk.

Plus, he really didn’t want to get hard right now, because he knew there were a few people in the room that alcohol did not affect, and therefore would absolutely notice. But who was he kidding—he was already halfway hard from the second you slid onto his lap and leaned in to whisper hotly in his ear how good of a job he did on the mission earlier that day. Fucking hell.

He grimaced when you wiggled around in his lap, quickly letting go of your hands and grabbing your waist to stop you. That might have been a mistake— you just slid your hands up his back, clinging on to his shoulders and grinding yourself closer. Bucky bit back a moan, and he knew there was no way you wouldn’t feel the way his cock was now fully hard in his jeans.

You tucked your face against his neck, murmuring, “M’tired, Bucky.”

Jesus. Bucky rolled his eyes, an affectionate smirk on his face despite the situation you were putting him in. “Of course you are. Should we get you to bed, then?”

You mumbled something, and Bucky almost died when he felt you kiss his neck, nodding. He internally groaned, knowing he could easily slide you away from how you were clinging to him, but also knowing that would only rub you against his cock, and that—

He froze when he caught the eyes of Steve from across the room, who was clearly enjoying the show. He was shaking from silent laughter, nudging Natasha with his elbow and gesturing to you and Bucky with his drink. She smirked, and he could practically hear her now. Chto ya tebe skazal? What did I tell you?

Nat had been subtly hinting that you were interested in Bucky for weeks-- she was the only one that he confided in about his own crush. But while he was flirting left and right and making every excuse to be near you, it seemed it had little to no affect on you. You gave no indication it was reciprocated on a more than friendly level.

Until this party, seemingly.

Bucky ignored the two idiots egging him on from the other side of the room, his protective side now just wanting to cover you up and get you away from prying eyes in your vulnerable state. Even if it meant nothing, he was glad you choose him to cling to-- he would never take advantage, unlike a few creeps in the place.

Extremely grateful you were wearing a pair of black jeans and a leather jacket instead of a dress (although that outfit was not helping the situation in his own pants), he hauled you up and stood, smiling softly at the way you grasped on to him like a koala, resting your head on his shoulder and tightening your hold on his shoulders. He hoped his bulge was at least not at obvious as it felt as he made his way towards the elevators that would lead towards the Avengers apartments, giving a nod to Tony and Pepper on the way out. The traitorous tool gave the same knowing smirk as Natasha, wagging his eyebrows. Bucky ignored him too.

When he got to your floor, he quietly asked Jarvis to let you both in, keeping the lights off as he took you to your bedroom. Carefully laying you down on the bed, he contemplated changing you into something more comfortable-- that would be normal for friends to do, right? Not weird or inappropriate at all?

Except Bucky wanted to undress you under completely different circumstances, and therefore that definitely made it inappropriate. He decided to leave it, instead just wrangling your jacket off you and pulling a blanket over your body, sighing when you reached out and pulled on his metal wrist.

“Stay, Buck,” you murmured, eyes shut and on the edge of sleep. He hesitated, wanting so badly to listen. But he knew that wasn’t what you actually wanted-- you were drunk, and he knew it would just hurt when you woke up in the morning and realized what you did. He was a masochist in some ways (constantly trying to get you to notice him when you clearly weren’t interested, when he really should be moving on, maybe) but he knew this would hurt more than before. Laying beside you, waking up in the morning with you in his arms... what was the point if you were going to regret it.

So he carefully pried your hand off, sighing. “Get some sleep, beautiful. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

But your eyes fluttered open, hand flashing out to grasp at the hem of his shirt with surprising reflex despite your inebriated state. Your eyes were suddenly more clear that they had been all night. “Bucky?”

He frowned, kneeling down so he was at your level, his fingers gently stroking at your wrist. “Yeah?”

“Kiss me? Please?” Fuck. And if that wasn’t exactly what he’d been wanting to hear for weeks, dreamed about and prayed for. It sounded a bit more slurred than he imagined, reminding him that this wasn’t real. You weren’t thinking clearly. He swallowed, carefully pulling his hand back. Once again, he was grateful that it was him who got to take care of you, who got to make sure you didn’t do anything you would regret the next day. Well, not anything too bad.

“Okay, sweetheart. Sleep.” He leaned in, and just as your eyes fluttered shut for a kiss, he pressed his lips against your forehead and pulled away.

You let out an adorable whine, but didn’t argue past that, finally letting the drinks lull you into a deep sleep. Bucky stared down at you, making sure the blankets were tucked carefully around you before filling up a glass of water and placing it next to your bed along with some Tylenol, before he left and made sure Jarvis locked up behind him.

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You woke up with a huge headache, not even remembering anything past the three jello shots Tony practically forced you to do halfway through the previous night. Sitting up, you peeked your eyes open and winced. Your jeans were uncomfortable, and you couldn’t even remember how you got back to your room, let alone in bed. You looked over at the side table and noticed a glass of water and let out a sigh of relief. Nat must have carried you in-- you’d have to thank her once you found the will to move again.

Twenty minutes and a good, hot shower later, you dragged yourself down to the common area kitchen, desperately in need of at least three cups of coffee. Tony, Steve, Wanda and Natasha were already there, chatting about last night in voices that were probably normal volume but made your head throb regardless.

Nat turned when she saw you, a dangerous smirk on her face. “Good morning, sunshine.”

You threw her the finger, grabbing a cup and pouring yourself coffee before collapsing down on a stool next to Tony. “Shut up.” Turning to him, you glared. “You poisoned me.”

Tony laughed, the sound making you drop your head onto the marble countertop in pain.

“You just can’t handle your liquor, lightweight. Although, I really enjoyed the show.”

You grimaced, raising your head slowly. “What show?” You didn’t like the look Steve was giving you, a cross between amusement and pity.

“What did I do,” you whispered, trying desperately to think about last night, but coming up completely blank. Judging by the way Tony and Natasha were biting back grins, it was sure to be something bad.

Nat took a sip of her coffee, shrugging. “Oh, nothing. Beside grinding up on Barnes and groping at his ass until he took you to bed.”

You felt all the color drain from your face. No, no, no, no, no. Anything but that. Natasha noticed your reaction, smiling sweetly. “Don’t worry, he loved it.”

Just as quickly as the color left, all of it came back, feeling your face heat up in an embarrassed flush. You dropped your head into your hands, internally swearing. “Oh my god. Please tell me that’s all I did.”

“Nope,” Tony interjected, the ‘p’ popping obnoxiously. “Then you sat in his lap and starting licking his neck. I think I saw your hand up his shirt at some point?” He looked at Steve for confirmation, who nodded and got a punch in the arm from you for it.

“Hey!” he protested, grabbing his bicep and pouting. “What, it was entertaining! And Nat’s right, any other girl and he would have gone all Winter Soldier on them to scare them away. I think he actually pulled you into his arms towards the fifth drink you knocked back.”

You groaned, quickly getting up and forgetting your coffee. “Excuse me, I need to jump off the roof now.”

Ignoring the laughs, you hurriedly went back to your room, the blush refusing to dissipate from your face. What the fuck is wrong with you?

You were never drinking again, that’s for sure.

But this thing is, you wished you could remember. What it felt like to hold Bucky, touch his skin, kiss his neck. He always smelled so good, and those hands looks so strong, secure. You wished you weren’t such a coward and needed to be that drunk to make a move, but you also knew you were too afraid of rejection to do anything about it when you were sober.

Bucky was perfect. He made you laugh, always calmed you down when you felt anxious, listened when you needed someone. You fell for him quickly, hard. It was impossible not to-- he was sweet, he remembered things about you that made your heart clench every time. And he was sexy as hell.

And he flirted with you all the time. Except, he flirted with all the women on the team, and any cute SHIELD girls, too. That was just part of his charm, effortlessly making women fall in love with him left and right. You knew he didn’t see you as more than a friend, that it was all a bit of fun to him. Too bad it meant way more to you.

When you got to your apartment, you gulped down some Tylenol and dropped down on the couch, squeezing your eyes shut in the hopes that you would maybe just simply disappear.

Only-- you suddenly got flashes of memories from last night instead.

Your hands on Bucky’s belt, pulling him closer against you.

Under his shirt, feeling his heated skin against your palms.

Your lips on his neck, kissing behind his ear.

Straddling his thighs, sliding back in his lap, feeling his hard--

You shot up, ignoring the pounding in your head and dizziness that left spots in front of your eyes. Holy fuck.

Before you could panic too much, you heard a knock at you door. You guessed it was Natasha, coming around to needle you even more about your incessant crush on Bucky and how you went way too far last night. Christ, you’d been grinding against his dick in the middle of a crowded room, what the fuck--”

Pulling the door open, you froze.

Bucky stood there, looking every bit a Greek god, tight black t-shirt and jeans showing off his thick thighs and amazing ass you had your hands on last night, apparently. He was holding a bottle of Gatorade in one hand and a Starbucks cup in the other, that beautiful smile lighting up the room already.

“Hey. Thought you could use these.”

You don’t think you could be any more embarrassed. You’d changed into more comfortable sweats and a sweater, but you hadn’t even washed off your makeup from last night off, too focused on getting coffee immediately, and you knew you looked a mess. After practically assaulting his last night, you couldn’t imagine what the hell he was doing here.

You cleared your throat, stepping to the side. “Uh, hey, Buck. Yeah, actually. Thank you, that’s really... sweet.” You blushed, following him back over to the couch and sitting on the opposite side.

He handed over the Gatorade first, instructing, “Drink.”

You nodded, taking it and chugging it quickly. It was your favourite flavour, and it left a warm feeling in your chest knowing he’d come over to look after you, even after how you’d treated him last night. It was so... hot? Was it possible for him to get even more attractive by taking care of you?

When you finished, he handed over the Starbucks cup with a grin, settling into the couch. “Feel better?”

You took a sip then nodded, not surprised he got your favourite order that no one else seemed to remember. God, he was amazing. “A bit. Thanks-- again.”

He just gave you a soft smile, nodding. “I was a little afraid you weren’t gonna wake up this morning, you seemed pretty out of it when you fell asleep.”

You almost choked on your next sip, wiping a dribble of coffee off your bottom lip. “Oh my god, you were the one that brought me back? Jesus, Bucky, I’m so sorry--”

“It’s fine, I wanted to make sure you got back safe,” he assured you, licking his lips. You tried not to stare, but it almost looked like he was doing the same to you. “Besides, you were already in my lap, wasn’t that difficult to get you here.” he added with a smirk.

You could just die. You wanted to just die. Hiding your face behind your coffee cup, you mumbled, “I’m really sorry about that. I’m never drinking again.”

Bucky snorted, but didn’t comment, sitting back and watching you carefully. “What do you remember?”

You thought back to the memories that just came to you a moment ago, how handsy you were with him by the end of the night, the way you were practically dry humping him in front of your friends. How he clearly wasn't unaffected-- this made you blush, and Bucky tilted his head as he watched you. You swallowed, shrugging. “Just being all over you. That was really inappropriate, so I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship, Buck.”

Bucky didn’t have the excuse of alcohol, so he couldn’t very well apologize for letting you get handsy with him, knowing he could have stopped you at any time. He didn’t want to stop you. And, yeah, you made him uncomfortable, but only because a huge hard-on in tight jeans with no possibility of release wasn’t the ideal position he wanted to be in. Not because anything you were doing wasn’t happily received.

This was it. He could just brush it off, say it would never ruin your friendship, and that you had nothing to be sorry about, it was just the drinks. He could let you off the hook and never mention it again, never mention how he felt about you. You didn’t remember how his body reacted to you on his lap, or how he shivered when your lips pressed against his neck, or asking him to kiss you goodnight. But--

“You asked me to stay.” He had all the right words sitting right there on his tongue, and those are the ones that came out instead.

You looked over at him, eyes wide. “I-- I did?”

He nodded, deciding to just go for it. He’d already shown his hand-- time to lay it out on the table. “You asked me to stay, and to kiss you. I wanted to. I would have. But you were drunk and I would never take advantage of you like that.” he paused, eyes dropping as he summoned the courage to continue. He looked back up at you through his lashes, meeting your eyes and tried to convey the depth of his feelings, how sincere and hopeful he was. “But if you asked me now, I’d do it.”

You were speechless. Was this a dream? Did you pass out on the couch and that knock on the door was the beginning of an extremely realistic and ridiculous dream? You didn’t remember saying those things to Bucky, but goddamn it, you wished he wasn’t such a good guy and he’d listened to you. Held you and kissed you and woken up beside you. That would have been the greatest surprise of your life.

The silence stretched on too long-- Bucky realized he just crossed the line, that you didn’t see him as anything more than a friend, you were just drunk and embarrassed to have said things you would never say sober. And now he’d just wrecked it all, shown you how badly he wanted you, and you didn’t know how to let him down easy. God, you were so sweet even as you ripped his heart out of his chest.

Not wanting to prolong the pain any longer, he gave you a tight smile, shaking his head. “Anyway, I hope you feel better. We don’t need to talk about last night again, it never happened, yeah?” He went to stand, but your hand flew out and grabbed his metal wrist, much like it did last night. The look on your face was just as alert and determined.

“Bucky. Stay with me. Kiss me.”

He froze, then smoothly pulled you into his lap, taking the coffee from your hands and placing it on the table before cupping your face and kissing you, deep but sweet. His tongue begged for entrance and you easily allowed it, letting him lick into your mouth and moaning softly as he pulled you closer against his body.

You don’t know how long it lasted, only that it was the best feeling in the entire world and by the time he pulled away, it wasn’t just you and Bucky, it was youandBucky and you never wanted to be too far apart from that again.

He let out a self-conscious chuckle, and it wasn’t until you shifted slightly that you felt how hard he was underneath you, the bulge pushing right against your core. You bit back a whimper, whispering, “Now I remember that. Hard to forget.”

Bucky let out a full on laugh at that, before he leaned in and kissed you again, a smile on his lips. “Hard? Yeah. I’d say so. You should keep your hands off me if you don’t like it.”

You rolled your eyes, grinding down slightly and grinning at the choked-off moan he made. “Who said I didn’t like it?”

Grabbing you hips, Bucky tried to take control, nipping at your jaw and thrusting up, which only made you want to kiss him even more. “Well, it’s all yours, sweetheart. Could have had it last night, too, if you weren’t so out of it.”

You moaned, leaning your head back to give him more room to suck marks onto your skin and gasping when he bucked up against your core again. “I don’t regret getting drunk last night anymore,” you breathed out, pulling away enough to meet his eyes. “Not if it finally got me you.”

A wave of emotion hit Bucky, out of place in the situation yet completely genuine all the same. God, he loved you so much. He’d waited so long, and now he might have to actually thank Tony fucking Stark of all people for his stupid jello shots and ridiculous parties.

“Me too,” he whispered, before smacking your ass with a grin. “But no more grinding on me in public, baby. That’s for my eyes only.”

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winterspiderpurrs · 28 days

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Okay, okay, but Imagine once Steve was able to reconnect with Bucky after finding him in New York. Before he got his memories fully back. Maybe while on the run with the rogues, maybe there was a talk about Bucky should shack up with Natasha maybe as a joke, maybe not.

Maybe it leads to a fight and Bucky, just in frustration, shouts.

" I'm not interested! I'm married!"

And it dead silence. Even Bucky was shocked at what he said.

And faint memories from a few years before where he got free from Hydra for over a year. He was on the run then, too, in New York. He sees big brown eyes, Legos, lots of textbooks, a modest apartment, and a white cat.

"Oh god... I was married...we gotta find him... Hydra caught me... broke into the apartment "

" Find who?"

" Peter.... Peter Parker"

#writing prompt #winterspider #peter parker x bucky barnes #college age peter #i think this would be a good concept #winterspiderpurrs

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weregonnabecoolbeans · 1 month

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Me: Why do i love making myself sad by thinking about the clones and order 66 and the jedi so much?

Also me: Captain America: The Winter Soldier is my favourite movie of all time.

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whorefordean · 7 months

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valleyfae · 5 months

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thinking about rimming with kitty girl and daddy bucky 🤍☁️🎀😵‍💫…

I love this pairing so much 🙈🤭

Mewling and cuddling against Daddy's brawny thigh as you sit at his feet. He loves having you below him as he reads, works, drinks his coffee. And he adores how desperate and clingy you get when you are needy and squirming at the foot of the couch.

Bucky knows how much you need to have something in your mouth to suckle on or lick at, and having you at his feet makes things a lot easier for the both of you.

He simultaneously humiliates and praises you as you lap at his rim, nuzzling up at his balls and painting your chin with your own spit. He smirks down at you, rasping straight-up filth!!! "Such a dirty little kitten Daddy has, huh?" and "Precious kitty's gone all dumb for Daddy."

He is a menace... 😵‍💫😵‍💫

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chxrryhansen · 2 months

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౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s concepts 10/50

Character; Bucky Barnes

Kink; Piss Kink (i couldn’t help myself so i added pet play🙈)

Dialogue; “Look at the mess you made.”

Requested by; Anon (X)

As always, this blog contains 18+ content only, your media consumption is your own responsibility, all dark content will be labled as such. Please read at your own risk.

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your throat flared in distress as your lips began to chap and crack, having been wrapped around bucky's cock for the past 30 minutes, it was fair to say they weren't in the best of shape.

you were knelt between his thick thighs, the hard floor, harsh on your sensitive skin as he worked at his desk above you. bucky had made you drink many glasses of water, more than double your daily amount. when you couldn't drink all of the glasses he had graciously gifted you with, he punished you.

claiming you were being ungrateful, that daddy was just trying to take care of you. you had promised you'd be a good girl for him if it meant getting out of a spanking, your ass still sore from last weeks punishment- one that he'd manipulated you into (as usual).

you squirmed, desperate to find some relief as your mouth warmed buckys cock, your bladder beginning to feel more full as time went on. noticing your discomfort, he slumped back against his chair, pushing his long brown locks behind his ear with one hand, his bicep flexing as he did so.

you whimpered, your tongue massaging the underneath of his length making him hiss with surprise as he growled

"i thought you said you were a good girl for me? i think you lied, pup. cause' im pretty sure if you were a good girl, you'd be warming my cock with no complaints like daddy asked you too, hm?"

he was quick to grab a fistful of your hair, pushing you deeper onto his cock as your thighs pressed together, desperate to make him proud.. and not wanting to embarass yourself by peeing all over his floor.

you looked up at him, your eyes pleading, tears streaming down your cheeks.. begging for even an ounce of sympathy. bucky sighed as he pulled you away from his cock, you were instantly opening and closing your mouth, swinging your jaw in circles as you tried to loosen up your locked jaw.

"go on, what's the problem with you now, puppy? what are those pretty tears for?"

"i really gotta' go daddy." you whispered, ashamed, your cheeks flustered in embarassment.

"go where, puppy?" he asked in return, a slight smirk on his face as he stroked your head gently, already knowing what the issue was.

"the bathroom, p-please daddy?"

"yeah? you gotta' go pee, sweetheart? you sure you can't hold it just a little longer for daddy?"

you shook your head desperately, your bladder already felt like it was about to burst, all of that water bucky had pressured you into drinking finally catching up to you, making you tense up in fear of leaking.

he sighed once more as he tutted in false disappointment "well alright then, go on puppy, go pee."

"oh thankyou, daddy! thankyou so much, i promise it won't happen again!" you gasped excitedly, seeming as your owner had been feeling generous... or so you thought.

you began to push of your knees in an attempt to stand when you felt bucky harshly pull you back down, this time sitting you on his thick thighs, straddling him. you looked up at him in alarm, eyes wide, wondering what you had done wrong.

your bladder suddenly feeling even heavier than before as you tried to prevent yourself from pissing out of fear, your thighs clenching tightly together. which didn’t go unnoticed by bucky as he spread your legs apart with both hands.

"where do you think your going?" he scolded.

"t-the bathroom.. y-you said i could go, daddy?"

"silly girl, puppy's don't use bathrooms now do they?"

you cocked your head, puzzled "i-i don't understand."

"of course you don't, dumb little girl, puppy's don't use the bathroom, if you need to pee so badly then do it, right here on daddys lap." he growled, his intense gaze sending shivers down your spine.

he reaches down, pressing his hand against your tummy, pushing down against your bladder as tears of humiliation roll down your flustered cheeks.

“d-daddy, i can’t hold it, i really gotta’ pee.”you squirm desperately, your pussy throbbing with pain, or maybe, pleasure?

"stupid puppy, you gonna' piss yourself, hm? gonna' piss all over daddys lap? shh, sweetheart. let go for me, let go for daddy."

you let out a loud sob as the ache between your thighs is suddenly relieved, before you can even understand what's happening a heavy flow of liquid gushes out of your pussy, soaking through buckys lap and onto his extremely hard cock- which he had apparently just taken out of his pants.

he groans in pleasure "oh baby.. fuck, that's it, you were just so full, huh? so desperate you just had to piss all over daddys dick, what a filthy little puppy, look at the fuckin' mess you made."

he smirks, thrusting his hips into your own, grinding his cock into your soaked pussy making you sob harder in confusion. your brain having not caught up to what just happened.

bucky is quick to pull up your skirt and push your panties to the side, sliding his thick cock inbetween your thighs and rubbing his swollen tip against your entrance.

he swiftly pulls you down by your hips, his mushroom head only just pushing past your walls making you let out a pathetic moan…before a smooth warmth begins to fill your cunt. at first your confused, knowing bucky never cums that quickly, until you look down and see a steady stream of piss leaking out of you.

“fuck… my dirty fuckin’ piss slut, letting her daddy piss inside her silly, baby cunt. you like that? you like being a disgusting, hot, mess for your daddy? filthy little pup.”

you sob into his shoulder, humiliated yet so turned on as his hot piss floods your pussy, running down your legs and dripping onto the floor.

bucky shushes you as he codles your head, rubbing his hands gently up and down your back, his stream still filling you with his warmth, trying desperately to keep his moans and whimpers to a minimum, so as not to let you know how much he's enjoying himself. your silly, puppy brain is too dumb and confused to notice anyway.

"shh, shh, it's okay puppy, daddy had an accident too, see? no need to cry about it, silly girl.” he consoles you, pushing your head back down into his shoulder when you try to move, not wanting you to notice the shit eating grin plastered across his face.

he has you right where he wants you, dumbed out and dependant on him to make you feel better... just like he always does... and just like you always are.

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