#bucky barnes drabble
Love’s Eternal Kiss
Pairing: Stucky x reader (Bucky x reader, Steve x reader) Vampire AU
Word Count: 887
Summary: Bucky and Steve want to love you for eternity.
Author’s Note: There is no one to blame for his except myself and my dear friend @nix-akimbo who continues to bless us with so much gorgeousness. It’s that time of year and I can’t get enough of Vampires these days so here it is. Hope you enjoy. Thank you all so very much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf
Warnings: Softness and smut, oral sex (f rec), teasing, light light dirty talk, sexy vampires, mentions of blood (18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!)
EDITS NOT MINE: These two amazing edits are by @nix-akimbo and totally inspired me! Thank you so much! 🥰🥰
You’re draped over the chair in Steve’s lap, toying with the necklace that rests against his chest and sipping wine. Bucky stands in the doorway, his gaze fixed on you as you swallow the dark red liquid and lick your lips.
“Want a taste?” you ask Bucky, winking when he continues to stare.
Bucky’s eyes drift to Steve and some silent exchange passes between them but you don’t dare ask, knowing they will share in time.
“I’d much rather have a taste of those beautiful lips,” Bucky whispers, sauntering over to you. “Or better yet, something even sweeter.”
He kneels before the chair and takes your foot in his hand, gently massaging the sole until your body melts against Steve’s.
You close your eyes and moan, gasping when Bucky’s hands inch higher and rub along your calves. He works his way up your legs, now placing soft kisses along your inner thighs until he has your dress pushed up over your hips.
“Look at you,” Bucky simpers. “Already so wet for us.”
Bucky’s lips continue to trail along your skin, his warm and wet mouth making you shiver with anticipation. Steve’s large hand ghosts down your neck and his thumb caresses your jaw, turning your head so he can press his lips to yours.
Steve’s kiss swallows your quiet whimpers, his free hand grazing your collarbone and slowly unbuttoning the top of your dress. Bucky gently slides your underwear down your legs and pushes them further apart, humming appreciatively when he runs a cool metal finger through your soaking folds.
Your hips lift off Steve’s lap and push forward but his fingers slide down your throat and tighten around the base making you go still. His thumb brushes over your quickening pulse and he groans into the kiss, nipping and sucking at your bottom lip.
Bucky continues to tease you with his finger and you can feel his hot breath before he places a soft kiss to your clit. You writhe on Steve’s lap, his hard cock throbbing against your ass every time you move. Steve’s hand dips into your bra and his fingers graze your peaked nipple before he pinches, sending a new wave of pleasure through your body.
Your hand falls to Bucky’s hair and you grasp it between your fingers, tugging harshly until his mouth covers your pussy. He growls and slides his tongue from top to bottom then sucks your clit into his mouth, nipping with his teeth, before doing it again.
Steve holds you to him, one hand still closed around the base of your throat and the other kneading the soft flesh of your breast while his mouth devours yours. Your hips start to roll and your stomach tightens. Steve releases your lips and looks down between your legs.
“How does she taste James?” Steve asks, his fangs pressing into his lip as he watches.
Bucky looks up for a moment, his mouth and chin glistening in the moonlight.
“Always so sweet,” he whispers, flashing his fangs before he lightly bites your inner thigh.
You cry out in ecstasy, your walls tightening around emptiness and you drag your nails over Bucky’s scalp, holding him to you. His lips soothe the stinging skin before they trail along your thigh and his tongue dips between your folds again.
Your breathing is coming in short pants and your eyes are clamped shut. Bucky’s mouth brings you right to edge of bliss and then disappears. You whine loudly, opening your eyes and staring down at him, his smirk only making you want more.
“Please,” you beg, your eyes falling to Steve as his hand slides down your stomach.
His fingers settle between your legs and brush against the wetness. He draws his hand back, your arousal gleaming on his fingers before he lifts them his mouth and licks them clean one by one.
“So sweet,” he purrs before kissing you so you can taste yourself on his tongue.
Bucky rises from his knees and his eyes glitter with predatory intent. You tremble in Steve’s arms.
“Do it,” you rasp. “I want to be yours for eternity.”
Steve and Bucky share one last silent moment, their minds connected in a way you’ve only heard them talk of.
Bucky leans in close, whispering against the shell of your ear. “Is this really what you want? Just the three of us. Until the end of time.”
“Yes,” you breathe out, your tone pleading.
Bucky’s lips touch your throat just as Steve’s do the same and your vision pales, dying away and you know nothing but exquisite pleasure. Then the blood comes, pouring through every fiber of your body until your skin heats, tingling with electricity and a renewed hunger.
You drink and drink, your face buried first against Bucky’s warm skin and then Steve’s.
“You are ours; you are wholly and completely ours.”
Bucky’s voice is like a melody that sings through your head and Steve’s voice a soothing echo.
You lay in bed, folded between two hard bodies as the pleasure shimmers through you even now. You shift against the silken sheets and the boys press you closer, their soft words of sleep murmur through your mind as your eyelashes flutter along your cheeks. You have found your place; your eternal place, nestled amongst an eternal love.
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What a nerd...I love him 🥺
Pairing: Beefy Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 700
Bucky smiles wistfully at you, an intense longing in his blue eyes. He’s never asked for much, he’s never asked for anything in over seventy years. He hasn’t had a chance to or even a reason to want much.
But here, in this too small apartment cluttered with junk that he loves standing in front of a girl he loves even more, there’s only one thing he wants. You. The words sit on the edge of his tongue, run away with me, let’s go, forget the world and just be with me.
But he can’t ask that of you, he knows you’ll say yes without hesitation, that you would go anywhere with him. If he asked you to. He won’t though. He loves you too much to put you in any more danger.
Bucky glances around the room, in just a few months the two of you built a lifetime of memories in this small place. He’s been happy here, more than he imagined he could now that he has you. His gaze returns to you and his heart twists in his chest. It’s not fair. He’s doesn’t want much. Just you. His soft blue eyes linger on your face.
Bucky knew that this would happen one day, that they would come from him, try to keep him from you, but as he presses his lips to your forehead, he whispers a silent vow. The last time he’s going to leave you. One more fight stands between him and his future. He’s going to build a life with you. Just one more fight.
“We have to go.”
You hum in response, keeping your eyes focused on the thick straps. The corner of your lip twitches, a sudden burst of amusement breaking through your melancholy mood.
Only you would buy a deadly assassin a book bag with straps across the chest.
Only Bucky would let you put it on him, declaring that it was exactly what he needed. “It’s perfect, I love it.”
Only Bucky would utter such sweet words, his hand cupping your chin, his lips curling into a tender smile. Both of you know he’s not talking about the cheap, sturdy bag you got from the thrift store.
“I’m coming back for you.” He’s sure of it. The thought of a life with you is the only thing that’s keeping him from breaking down. From biting down on his fist and screaming that he’s so fucking tired, he’s doesn’t want to fight. Because of you, he knows he can be more than what everyone says he is. He’s not a weapon, even for the good guys.
“Bucky.” You tuck a loose strand of hair behind his ear. “It’s going to be okay,” you promise, kissing his soft, chapped lips. He melts into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut. He’ll never understand how you recognize he’s about to teeter off the edge of a crumbling cliff into a deep abyss and pull him back each time.
Placing your hands on his chest, you stare at his red henley, blinking back tears. “You promised me you’re coming back for me and you better. You’ve never broken a promise yet. Don’t start now or else.”
“Or else what?” He retorts, his heart a heavy thud under your palm.
“You don’t want to find out.” You glare at him, eyes narrowed.
Bucky smiles in return, “Ești dragostea vieții mele.” After this battle, he’s going to ask you for something and he hopes you’ll say yes.
“What does that mean?”
His smile grows wider, you love the way his face changes, becomes younger, almost boyish when he smiles like that, you can picture the Bucky from the 40s, carefree and happy. “I’ll tell you when I come back.”
Unable to resist your lips, he dips his head for another taste, a languid, passionate kiss that he relishes, his hands grabbing your waist to bring you closer to him, he deepens the kiss, taking more and more. Time passes too quickly and soon he’s breaking away, resting his forehead on yours. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” You adjust the bag over his shoulders, sliding the last strap into place, the soft click resounding between you.
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saturdays are for chaos
pairing ~ college!stoner!bucky barnes x college!younger!reader (young and free au)
warnings ~ little bit of teasing, minors DNI, sexual innuendo￼, smoking marijuana, shotgunning, partying, first meeting,
notes ~ some visuals for angel costume (one, two, three)
The house was crowded with warm bodies pressed against one another. Music blared out the windows to the point you swear the walls are vibrating. Neon lights flash periodically, lighting up the features of your peers who are guzzling down the beverages in their red solo cups.
In the crowded house, you slipped past the mass of people and found the one person you knew. Loki Odinson was in two of theatre classes and you had been partnered with him for a majority of the semester. Within those study hours, you found that you and the fellow drama lover got along quite nicely. He had invited you to his older brother’s Halloween party. You had even matched customers.
Loki dressed in all black with dark wings to accompany him while you dressed innocently in white with light wings. You had been so grateful to find a friend and finally get out. You had gotten somewhat close with your roommate, Wanda, but she spent a majority of her time with her twin brother and the new guy she met in her communications class, Vis.
“You came!”Loki acted surprised, throwing an arm around your shoulders.”I was almost sure you’d cancel, you don’t get out much, you know?”
“Well, I thought it was about time, I need a little fun,”You replied, letting Loki guide you towards the kitchen.”Where’s this famous brother of yours? The one you complain oh so much about?”
“He’s probably with Jane or maybe Val, we’ll find them later,”Loki assured you with a mischievous smile,”Right now, we need to get some shitty beer running through those veins.”
As you managed to push through to the kitchen, you had collided with a taller man. The brunette had tight black jeans and a red button up that was mostly undone. His exposed chest made you drool and you swear that his left shoulder was covered in black metal. He had red horns poking out of his hair, and you realized he was dressed as the devil.
“Woah, there, angel,”The man grinned widely, gazing at you as he poked at your halo headband.”Might wanna be careful, can’t be running into any ol’ devil.”
“I think I can handle myself,”You quipped back, crossing your arms as you playfully narrowed your eyes.”I’ve had my fair share of demons.”
“Why play with demons when you can have the king of hell himself?”
“Bucky, leave her alone,”Loki rolled his eyes with a scold, making the older man laugh. His laughter was contagious, his smile infectious that you can’t help the grin pulling across your face.
“You know him?”You asked Loki, tilting your head as Loki grabbed a red cup and slowly filled it from the nozzle of the keg.
“He’s one of Thor’s friends, and I guess mine, but he’s fucking annoying,”Loki looked at Bucky narrowly,”Yeah, I said it.”
“Hey, man, I know you love me,”Bucky teased before glancing between you both.”You guys a thing?”
“What, no!”You shook your head immediately, observing his reaction.
“Isn’t there some place for you to be, Barnes?”
“Oh yeah, sure, right here,”Bucky joked before sighing,”Actually, I’m headed upstairs if either of you are interested in smoking some of the devil’s grass, if you know what I mean.”
“You mean like…?”You trailed off, not sure if you should say it aloud as if the word would summon the cops.
“Yeah, angel, like weed,”He chuckled at you, leaning against the counter as you took your first sip of the beer. You didn’t like the taste that much, but anything to feel a buzz would suffice.
“I’ve never…smoked anything.”
“I would be honored to be your first “Bucky winked, earning him a smack to the shoulder by Loki.”Only if she wants!”
“I want to,”You admitted shyly and he thinks it might be the best thing he ever heard.
“Follow me to hell then, angel.”
You rolled your eyes, but didn’t hesitate to take his hand when he offered it to you. You let Bucky lead you through the crowd with Loki trailing behind.
The room Bucky brought you to was a lot less crowded with only a few people, who he introduced you to immediately.
“Oh, you’re the girl Loki said we should meet!”Thor connected, pulling you into a friendly hug before offering you another beer.”This is my room, welcome, welcome,”The massive blond drunkenly bowed politely.
“He’s our host,”Bucky told you, throwing an arm around you.”Thor throws the best parties at the university. All the frats want him, but—“
“I like keeping my options open.”
“Don’t let Jane hear you say that,”Natasha commented,”Might lose your sexual privileges, then what would you do, Thunder?”
“Thunder?”You whispered to Bucky curiously.
“Because he brings the Thunder, also the man is a fucking storm, he destroys everything in his path, but…in a good way?”Bucky tried to explain, taking a step towards the desk by the window and pulled out his sealed bag from the drawer.
“Speak for yourself, Barnes,”Loki retorted, glancing at Thor pointedly.”Sometimes that attitude gets us in more trouble than anything.”
“Oh, don’t tell me you’re still mad about New Years, how was I supposed to know Hela would cut your hair?”Thor commented, sinking into his bed.”Doesn’t he still look good?” He asked Steve and Sharon, who were sitting in one of those beanbag chairs with the blonde woman settled in his lap.
“Because it’s Hela! She always gets revenge!”
“Alright, don’t get into this again,”Sam complained,”Always bickering, smoke some weed and just chill.”
“Wise words, Wilson,”Bucky chuckled, turning in the swivel chair with the perfect joined between his fingers.”Little angel here never smoked, so be nice.”
You felt your cheeks flush with heat at his little pet name for you. He put the joint between his lips and brought the flame of the lighter to the end. The smell was strong as he blew smoke towards you, urging you towards him with a little smirk. You inched your way to him, taking the joint between your thumb and forefinger.
“Do I just….inhale?”You asked curiously, gazing at Bucky for guidance.
“Never smoked anything at all, haven’t you?”Bucky chuckled,”How about I help you?”
“Bucky,”Steve warned, making his girlfriend chuckle under her breath.
“She can just smoke it, Buck,”Sharon told him, shaking her head at him fondly.”You just want to shotgun because she’s pretty.”
“I’m not…shut up, I just wanna make sure she gets the best high,”Bucky replied quickly before ignoring them to turn his attention back to you.
“What’s a shotgun?”You asked while Bucky took the joint back, which had gone out during the conversation.
“It’s when I inhale it, and exhale it into your or anyone’s mouth,”Bucky explained. Just the thought of Bucky’s lips on yours made your stomach twist in anticipation.”It’s a lot less work for you, and it’s fun.”
You seem to forget everyone else in the room, just looking at Bucky before nodding,”Yeah, I’m willing to try anything once.”
“You’re a tease, I can already tell,”Bucky joked with a laugh, pulling you by your hand to sit on his thigh. He explained briefly what you were to do before assuring you that you’d have some fun.
He lit the joint once again before wrapping his lips around the end, taking a long drag. You admired the imagery in front of you before you passes the joint, holding the smoke in before pulling you by your chin. His lips grazed your parted lips, exhaling into your mouth. It burned your lungs, but inhaled as best you could. Once he leaned away, you out your hand over your mouth as you coughed.
Bucky rubbed your back gently, resting his chin on your shoulder.”Welcome to the dark side, angel.”
The room was soon filled with smoke while the joint was passed from person to person. You sipped on your drink, finding yourself comfortable in Bucky’s lap. You had no idea how you ended up here, but you found you liked the company. Bucky continued to ‘help’ you get high, but in the back of your mind, you’re sure both of you just wanted to keep close.
“Rogers, you and me, beer pong, let’s go!”Thor challenged,”Loki will be on my team, would you, brother?”
“If I have to, but I have a friend—“
“I’ll be fine, Loki,”You assured him,”Go spend time with your brother.”
“I’ll keep her company,”Bucky added, smiling up at you in his lap.
“Guess I’ll take Sam as my partner then since Bucky is preoccupied,”Steve teased, waiting for Sharon to get up before rising to his feet.
“Thanks, man. I feel real loved,”Sam commented with a playful glare.
“Everyone knows Bucky is the best shot, except for Clint,”Steve told him, shoving his shoulder gently.”Where is Clint, by the way?”
“Home, unfortunately,”Natasha pouted at the mention of her absent boyfriend.”He’ll be back on Monday.”
“You guys have a lot of friends,”You whispered to Bucky, causing him to grin as he wrapped a steady arm around your waist.
“Yeah, well, we all got one thing in common.”
“And what’s that?”
“We just want to enjoy life, we wanna be young and free, live life to its full extent,”Bucky explained with small laugh,”It’s no fun to just sit back and work all the time, you gotta let loose and find your crew. This is ours, and you are more than welcome to hang around.”
“I’d like that,”You admitted, chewing on your bottom lip.
“Then you should give me your number.”
“Oh, very smooth,”You poked at his chest with a giggle.
“Is that a yes?”
“Give me your phone, Barnes, but you better call me,”You threatened,”Or I’ll have to go straight to hell and kick your ass.”
“Oh, angel, I don’t think you’ll ever be able to get rid of me.”
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Can we stay here forever?
summary: you’d love nothing more than to stay snuggled in bed with your husband. But not today.
pairing: dad!bucky x mom!reader
warnings: fluff, implied smut, kissing
a/n: I’ve been really busy but this idea just popped into my head so hence this drabble!
Warm honey rays of sunlight begin to peek through the curtains as you groan contentedly in your sleepy daze. You love the comforting warmth but not more than the the one radiating from the six foot hunk of muse snuggled against you; his hand draped over your waist and his face nuzzled in your neck. The slightly rough hairs of his stubble are a surprisingly comforting sensation against your soft skin.
You smile to yourself in your sleep as the vibrations of his soft snores send pleasant tingles down your spine. You loved being curled up in bed with Bucky, not wanting to get up even if the world was ending. Because to you, his arms were your world. Your home.
You drifted out into a deeper sleep as the sun began to slowly rise, getting all the rest you possibly could before starting your day.
You stirred a little when you felt the arm around your waist loosen and featherlight kisses being placed on your neck and jaw. A groggy groan escaped your lips as you pulled his hand over your waist tighter to keep him from moving away. Bucky chuckled deeply before kissing your cheek.
“Doll, we have to be up…we’re gonna be late,” he says as you bury your face into the pillow.
“Why can’t we stay like this forever?” You ask with a pout, turning your face to look at him, Bucky looking like a god even in his just-out-of-sleep state.
His fingers tilt your chin as he pulls you into a deep kiss. You move your hand to cup the back of his neck; his chiseled torso pressed into your back. You moan into each other’s mouths as the kiss becomes heavier and sloppier, neither of you wanting to stop. You involuntarily begin grinding your ass into his crotch, forcing him to let out a groan.
He flips you over so that he’s on top, hovering over you. His large body cages you in as he leans down to kiss you once more; dog tags cold against the warm skin of your chest. You moan freely as he trails kisses down your neck to your stomach and stops just before reaching the place you need him the most.
He pulls your panties down and brings his face at level with your soaked center.
“You’re so wet, baby,” he smirks.
Just as he’s about to quench your thirst for him, there’s a knock at the door.
“Mom! Dad! You have to get ready, we need to go!”
Bucky gives you a sympathetic smile as he moves up your body and plops down beside you. You smile tiredly to yourself, both impressed and a tad bit annoyed at how meticulous you son was. Something he’d inherited from his very meticulous father.
“Yeah, honey, we’ll be out in a bit!” You yell.
Just then Bucky gives you a cheeky smirk and begins kissing your neck, suckling on your sweet spot. You try so hard to stifle your moans as you continue conversing with your son who’s right outside the door.
“Georgie, sweetie, can you pour yourself some cereal while you wait for us, please?” You say attempting to push Bucky away as he continues his amorous assault.
Your 6 year old had gotten up two hours too early to get ready for his field trip to the pumpkin patch. You and Bucky were chaperoning and little George couldn’t be more excited that his mommy and daddy were coming along with him. He was a loving young boy and it was one of his qualities you and Bucky adored most. Bucky often said he’d gotten it from you.
“Yeah, mom, I can do that! Be out quick!”
“We’ll be out in a second, bud,” Bucky manages to get out as kisses your lips.
You hear his tiny footsteps shuffle away before smacking Bucky solidly in the chest. “Ow, what was that for!” He yells sarcastically.
“Oh so now we’re playing coy? You’re incorrigible, Mr. Barnes,” you reprimand playfully.
“Hmm but me being incorrigible is how we made him in the first place so you can’t really be mad, Mrs Barnes,” he declares confidently.
“You make it so hard to love you sometimes,,” you say playfully, gently pecking his nose before finally getting out of bed.
He stares at you lovingly at you before that cocky smirk began to form on his lips again.
“You’re mistaken if you think I’m not going to finish what I started at that damn pumpkin patch.”
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Sight of Beauty | Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary | Bucky joins you in stargazing, but he cannot help but to spend his time admiring you.
A/N: I kinda based this off of a dream I had a while back… it just melted my heart.
Thank you for your support :)) Enjoy <33
In the backyard of your home sat a beautiful patch of greenery made just for stargazing. You loved watching the stars late at night. You were indefinitely what people labelled as astrophile, nyctophile, or Selenophile; there was no doubt.
You had laid down your blanket onto the soft greenery, lanterns sitting beside you as you stargaze. You had your favourite jazz ambience playing through the headphones you had in your ears, a playlist that Steve had shown you a while back. The stars falling into place, and the moon shining bright in the sky. It was quiet, and it made you feel at peace.
Bucky had opened the front door, the lights were off, and Bucky immediately knew where you were. He set his bags down outside of the pair of your room, taking the flowers he brought for you outside. He stopped on the deck, watching as your head slightly moves side to side to the music he assumed would be jazz. One of your arms rested underneath your head, and your soft voice singing quietly in the distance.
This caused Bucky to chuckle quietly; walking up to you, he stood right at the top of your head, leaning into your view. Your sweet smile and eyes twinkled in the moonlight as you saw Bucky.
“Hey, Buck!” You smiled, taking your headphones out.
“Hey, doll.” He smiled, keeling down to kiss your forehead. Your eyes closed softly, embracing the kiss before moving your head up a little to kiss his lips.
“These are for you” Bucky handed over your favourite flowers, smiling. You sniffed them a little like anyone would do if they received flowers. You sat up while Bucky moved onto sit right behind you so you could sit in between his legs and rest your weight on his chest. “They’re beautiful Buck, thank you.” You sweetly thanked him. Buck leaned into your ear softly, whispering, “you’re most welcome doll.”
The pair of you looking up into the sky, you softly asked him how his mission when. Bucky had wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling you close.
“Successful.” He smiled, kissing the top of your head. Bucky began to sway the pair of you; there was nothing better than coming home to his girl and enjoying these moments with you.
“Glad to hear that.” You chuckled, resting your hands on his.
“How long have you been out here?” He questioned, “Only a couple of hours”, you replied before shutting your eyes.
“Only a couple?” He joked. “Mhm.. only a couple”.
Bucky sat there with you in his arms; these moments were the ones he always looked forwards to when coming home. Because you’d always be there, and Bucky admired you.
He was so lucky when you agreed to go on a date with him a few years back because it led to you both having one healthy relationship.
Bucky could hear your little excited squeals as more stars began to appear. Your reaction always brought a smile to Bucky’s face. You were indeed one of those kids who would scream in happiness if you’d gotten a new toy.
The sky full of stars was your present, and you looked forward to that every day. “Buckyyyy look at the sky”, you smiled. Bucky laughed softly “beautiful huh?” She asked him.
At this point, Bucky had his eyes on his girlfriend, smiling as your face lit up. “So beautiful”, he whispered into your ear.
Bucky rested his cheek on the side of your head, holding her close.
“So beautiful.” He whispered again, his eyes softly on you.
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a forgiving touch | b.b.
pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Fem Reader
summary: After a rough night on the job, Bucky comes home to his beloved Omega. Alphas normally are the ones taking care of their Omegas but it's time for you to take care of him instead.
word count: 1.1K
warnings: Mentions of death by fire, fluff, little angst, kissing, cuddling, and that's it..I think.
a/n: I've been trying to write this for what feels like forever. I love Alpha!Bucky more than words can say too and I wanted to write some fluff for him. Hope you guys enjoy! Did I edit..fuck no.
You sighed as you read Bucky’s text.
It was a whole family.
Your brave, sweet, and caring Alpha happened to be a firefighter. It was how the two of you met actually. Bucky’s team was putting out a fire at your apartment building and once your eyes met his, it was all over. The rest was history. Being a firefighter though was a dangerous job and you knew there would be good days, but you also knew there would be days when they couldn’t save everyone. Today was the latter.
Bucky seemed like a different person on the days when lives were lost to the flames and that's when he needed you the most. He became quieter, didn’t sleep as much, no appetite, but the thing you always noticed most was how that charming smile was missing. You couldn’t blame him though. Not in the slightest. You would never know the weight that he and his team carried on their shoulders when it came to losing someone.
He would be home soon and that didn’t give you much time. You moved around your shared apartment as quickly as you could to try and make it more comfortable for him. Usually it was the other way around. Bucky would be doing everything and anything to make sure his beloved Omega had the perfect home to come home to.
You knew he wouldn’t want dinner so the options were either a warm shower or cuddling up in the bed. You placed a sweater of yours in the bed along with some of his favorite blankets and pillows. Just as you were finishing up you heard the door close followed by the sounds of his boots hitting the floor. You noticed the scent change the second it hit you. Stress. Doubt. Fear. All the things that normally didn’t plague your Alpha. Oh how you wish you could take it all away and that he could be at peace. You know you couldn’t but you would do your damnedest to help in any way you could.
You made your way over to him and your heart broke at the sight. He looked defeated, broken almost. No words were needed right now. He would talk when he was ready and when that time comes you would be more than ready to listen. Alphas are always spoken about as strong individuals who never show any sign of weakness. That they were there to look after their Omegas in their time of need. That wasn’t true because regardless of rank, everyone needed to be taken care of by their loved one. Tonight Bucky needed you. An Alpha needed his Omega.
He tried to give you a smile but it didn’t reach his eyes and barely reached his lips. You took his hand and pulled him gently to the bedroom. There was still some ash and soot present along his skin so you thought it best for the two of you to take a shower. The water warmed up as you helped Bucky undress. This was always one of your favorite things to do with him, no matter the occasion. Sometimes those moments of undressing were filled with passion and lust. Others, like now, were still intimate but in a different way. It was a form of trust almost. Your eyes scanned over him as the clothes fell to the floor and every time it was like seeing him for the first time. He was beautiful in your eyes and nothing would ever change that.
He left out a sigh as the two of you stepped under the warm water. You hoped that this would help wash away some of the horrific memories from tonight, at least for a little while. After a little while, you had washed away the physical remains of the fire. You just wish you could wash away the memories that were burned into his mind. You were lost in your own thoughts when he cupped your cheek gently, pulling you from them.
“I could live a thousand lifetimes and still not deserve you, Omega. You don’t know how thankful I am for you.” He smiled softly down at you and started to pull you closer.
You smiled back, thankful this smile reached his eyes unlike earlier. It meant what you were doing was starting to help. Your arms wrap around him as he pulls you in and you could feel the mood changing. It was a slight change, but a change nonetheless.
You placed your hand over Bucky’s that rested on your cheek, “I could live a thousand lifetimes and still not show you how much love you deserve, Alpha. You always take such good care of me and I love you so much for it. I’m always gonna love you. On your good days, your bad, and everything in between. I promise.”
After a few kisses and soft touches the shower was soon over so you and your Alpha dried off before crawling into your bed. You were dressed in one of Bucky’s shirts. He loved seeing you in them, it reminded him in a way that you belonged to him. He nuzzled his face into your neck as you held him, your scent over taking his senses. A floral scent with a hint of coconut. The day that scent hit him he knew he wanted to be wrapped up in it forever. The day he marked you over your scent gland was one of the happiest days of his life. He often reminded you of that.
Bucky relaxed into you as your fingers played with his hair. Those soft chestnut locks, weaved through your fingers as you laid there. No words, just soft touches and kisses. That’s all he needed right now. Tonight was hard, more than hard. Bucky beat himself up whenever they lost people to the flames he was supposed to save them from. He knew that sometimes things like that happened but that didn’t make it any easier to deal with. He screamed and kicked things around the firehouse, he didn’t know what else to do in that moment. Steve eventually calmed him down enough to convince him to go home, he knew going home to you would help more than anything else. He was right.
Soft snores eventually fell from Bucky’s lips and you were thankful. After the night he had he deserved some rest. You just hoped the flames wouldn’t consume his dreams tonight. Let them be consumed by love and happiness. He deserved that, whether he believed it or not. You knew he did because you saw the amazing Alpha he was. He was one of a kind and you would happily show him that every chance you got. Bucky was your Alpha which meant taking care of you in every aspect. You were his Omega and to you it meant showing him the same love and affection that was given.
You’d be damned if he didn’t deserve it. He deserved the world.
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hold onto hope, if you got it (bucky x reader)
anon requested: maybe i'm just in a silly goofy mood but can you maybe do something where the reader (gender neutral) is blipped instead of bucky ?? not a whole 5 years but like just enough for him to yearn for them ? like describing it ? and the reader is eventually blipped back or something idk i'm writing this on the spot 😅
warnings: depression, mentions of suicidal thoughts.
a/n: this is just an angsty drabble. i didn't feel like writing something happy, so i um. didn't really .. write a happy ending ??? IM SORRY PLEASE DON'T HATE ME.
anyways, for some reason, i thought of the song "Daylight" by Joji, so of course i started off this little drabble with some lyrics <3 also i included a bit of "26" by Paramore, if any of you were wondering.
"And I've been a hero, helpless, I'm in hell."
The song pumped through Bucky's earbuds and wove its way into his soul, feeding into the despair that was consuming him. He sunk into the couch and wrapped the blanket tighter around his body. He was a Bucky Burrito, all snuggled up in the blanket he'd taken from your bed.
The hours turned into days, and the days into months. Time was so fluid, so abstract that Bucky couldn't tell the days from each other anymore. They all blended together in one big lump of depression, a heavy, dark depression which made weakened his spirit.
"Buck, hey," came a familiar voice. A large, warm hand came to rest on Bucky's forehead, taking his temperature. Bucky knew that warmth. It was Steve. He pulled out his earbuds and stopped the music.
"Have you eaten today?" Steve said in a voice as soft as your blanket.
Bucky groaned in reply, refusing to open his eyes.
"Bucky," Steve said, firmer this time. "I'm worried about you. Can you please talk to me?"
"Don't wanna," mumbled Bucky, unable to ignore Steve.
Steve sighed and sat on the floor in front of the couch. He ran a hand through Bucky's hair gently, soothing the winter soldier's nerves. Bucky's muscles began to relax, but Steve's touch, though pleasant, just wasn't the same as yours.
A heavy silence followed before Steve asked quietly, "How's your mind, Buck?"
Bucky chose his next words carefully. "It's worse than anything HYDRA has ever done to me."
This stunned Steve, revealing to him the depth of the love Bucky felt for you. Steve knew his best friend was in deep, but not that deep. Steve was unsure if there was anything he could say to make Bucky feel better.
"It hurts so bad, Steve," Bucky whimpered, leaning into Steve's touch. His broken voice reflected his broken heart. "Some days, I can't even open my eyes. I just wanna sleep and never wake up."
"You're going to be okay" was Steve's immediate response.
Bucky frowned. "How do you know that, Steve? How do you know I'm ever gonna feel okay again, knowing that y/n's gone?"
Steve didn't have a response to that. Instead, he just continued stroking Bucky's hair. The silence was beginning to become deafening, so Steve hummed an old 40s song under his breath. A song only he and Bucky would know.
Bucky appreciated this sentiment, but the song only made him feel worse. Every song reminded him of you, because behind every piece of music is passion, and that was the basis of yours and Bucky's relationship. Everything you and he did together had a purpose. You were so driven toward each other that you were practically inseparable. Always laughing loudly, making jokes, dancing, singing. And in the quieter moments, just holding each other and listening to each other's heartbeats. Every time your heart thumped in your chest, Bucky fell more and more in love with you.
He missed your smile and your warmth, the taste of your lips which reminded him that home was never just a place; home was wherever you were.
And now that you were gone, Bucky was left with a sick, dark void in his chest that he couldn't even begin to explain. God, it hurt so much. Worse than losing an arm, worse than being the subject of HYDRA's experiments, worse than losing a battle. Losing you felt like the end. The end of what, Bucky wasn't sure. But there was a looming sense of finality that crashed over him, whispering to him, telling him to do Bad Things. He hadn't had thoughts like this in ages; they went away when you came into his life. Now that you were gone, he was beginning to contemplate —
"Stop thinking about it, Buck," Steve said abruptly.
Bucky opened his eyes automatically, blinking against the harsh light streaming into the living room.
Steve seemed to have read his mind.
"How do you know what I was thinking?"
Steve just smiled grimly. "I just know you, Buck. Been a while, hasn't it? Since those thought came back?"
Bucky was silent for a moment. "I can't remember the last time I had them."
"I know," Steve nodded. "Me too."
Bucky looked at his best friend in surprise. "You —?"
Steve nodded. "They're inescapable. But you can't let 'em get the best of you. You're stronger than that, Buck."
"I don't feel very strong."
"Doesn't mean you're not, though," Steve pointed out.
Admittedly, Bucky had indulged in those Bad Thoughts, feeding into them and only exacerbating his depression. But there was this little inkling of a hope — a hope Bucky wasn't ready to let go of just yet — that wondered if there was a way you would come back. He hoped that someday he would be able to see your face again, to hear you ramble on and on about your favorite things, to kiss your lips and hear your moans and trace patterns against your naked, moonlit skin while you and he laid in bed together talking idly about everything and nothing at all.
He was too in love to let go of that hope just yet. In fact, Bucky's love for you was the only thing keeping him alive at this point.
Steve leaned his head back on the couch, looking up at his friend's face. "I'm always here for you. You need to talk about anything, you come to me, alright? Nobody should have to go through this alone."
Despite the pit of despair eating away at Bucky's soul, he smiled. He actually smiled.
"Till the end of the line," said the winter soldier.
Steve smiled back and stood up. With a kiss to his best friend's forehead, he headed off to the kitchen to prepare a meal for Bucky.
Bucky exhaled, and a huge weight seemed to have left his chest. He put his earbuds back in and hit play on his playlist, listening to a young woman sing, "Hold onto hope, if you got it. Don't let it go for nobody."
He closed his eyes and let the words travel up his spine, drain into his blood, and find their way into his heart where he kept you safe and sound.
He wouldn't let go of that hope.
Never in a million years.
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𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁
𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧! 𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || Your neighbour is not who he seems to be.
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || yandere, stalking, very creepy behaviour, break ins, licking..?. MINORS DNI
This is a DARK story!
I hadn’t written something dark in a while so I decided to write this. I know I told y’all about the pirate Bucky fic which is coming real soon. But till then enjoy this!
This is during the time between tws and cw when Bucky is on a run. Also this is vaguely based on an urban legend I read on Reddit.
It was all it took for him to fall in love with you.
He lived in flat 3A and you lived exactly across him in 3B. He had seen you for the first time on the day he had moved in. Your eyes were tired and your hair was out of place. You were definitely tired from working all day long, he deduced.
But then the moment you had seen him standing in the hallway, you had smiled at him. And at that instant, and every instant after that, you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen.
You had introduced yourself and asked if he was your new neighbour. He didn’t speak much, and he was wary of the people who did; but not you. Your voice was so soothing, he didn’t want you to stop.
He knew people were looking for him and he was being framed for the things he hadn’t done, or probably he had, he didn’t really remember much. And all he knew was that he had to be a step ahead of them.
He had changed many names and addresses and looks. But when giving his name, without hesitation he had replied, “James.” And from that day, your fate was permanently sealed.
On the second day, he tried to stop himself. Don’t James. Just don’t. He read the newspaper, he went to the market, mapped the surrounding area for exits and did all that he could to stop thinking about you.
But it was like a mad scientist and his equally crazy invention that no matter how much he tried, it wouldn’t just leave his mind. You were stuck in head, morning, afternoon, evening, midnight.
On the third day, he simply said fuck it and tailed you. With keen eyes, he observed every move you made. He had actually hoped that his infatuation would diminish after a day of getting to know you, but it only increased.
You were sweeter than the plums and radiant like the sun. Despite how clearly taxing your work was, you were always polite and helpful. You helped the old ladies in the market and asked him how his day was when you returned.
By the fifth day, he knew your entire life history by heart. Your parents. Your college major. Your job description. Your friends. Your favourite flower. Your route of walking home. Everything.
On the seventh day, he found himself standing in your house having a staring contest with your dog, Max. He was a sweet dog and he always greeted you at the door when you came home.
You dearly loved Max. And what you loved, Bucky loved too. There was a completely different exhilaration about being in your house. It was as if knowing you from the inside; it was very intimate for him.
From the book on your bedside table, to the pattern of your arrangement of shoes, Bucky noticed it all. He walked like a breeze in your house; silent and observant. As he walked through, he knew there wasn’t a chance he was ever giving up on you.
It was the twenty third day, and he sat deadly silent on a chair in your bedroom as you slept peacefully on the bed. Watching you sleep was very calming for him.
He had began this a long time back, but he didn’t mean any harm. The neighbourhood wasn’t really safe and break in’s were common. What if something happened to you?
He had made much progress with you. You still didn’t suspect a thing, and instead had invited him for a movie night with you last Sunday. He had thoroughly enjoyed watching you and you watched the movie.
But something disturbed your sleep as you closed your partially open mouth, furrowed your eyebrows and scratched your face. You must be dreaming.
Like a ghost, he silently got up from the chair and slipped below your bed. He very well knew that the ending of dreams usually brought along consciousness.
And as always, he was right. You slowly blinked your eyes open and changed your sides on the bed. You were still very sleepy and your vision was hazy but something felt different, as if someone else was there.
“Max, is that you?” Max had a habit of entering your room and strutting around. So you put your hand below to bed to pet your dog without really opening your eyes.
You felt him lick your palm and you patted his head with your eyes closed. “Good boy.” You were just too tired and drowsy to look down and you went back to sleep.
Bucky smirked to himself as he relished the taste of your skin on his tongue. He knew he needed to do something or else you would’ve woken up if you hadn’t got any response so he just licked your hand.
And you were just too sleepy to realise the difference between the short hair of your dog and long strands of Bucky’s hair when you patted his head. Luck is on my side tonight, he thought as went back to keeping a watch.
You stretched as you woke up in the morning. You really had a great sleep and an even better dream where you got some action with your mysterious neighbour, James.
Smiling to yourself, you walked up to the door and twisted the doorknob open with a signature click. When you heard the clicking of the lock, your blood ran cold, replacing all the joy you felt just moments ago.
The click indicated that the door was locked from the inside, so that meant…. Max couldn’t have possibly licked your palm at night. Then who?
The door was still locked that means someone had entered from… the window? You whipped your head around and saw the small chit neatly placed on your bedside drawer.
Running quickly, you took it in your hand to see a messy handwriting scribbled across. Breath left your lungs and you collapsed into the bed as your read the words,
‘dogs aren’t the only ones who lick’
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Mob!Buckys wife doesn’t mind him using her salon to wash his dirty cash as long as he gets her the upgrades she wants to her store.
"You're lucky I don't have many clients today," you hummed against Bucky's lips as he pulled you in for a kiss.
He thanked you with a kiss and promise to get an electrician to your salon within the week to upgrade your lights. You wanted prettier LED lights around each mirror for your hairstylists. The lighting in the salon was good as it was, but you wanted more. You felt your girls deserved something more aesthetic and brighter.
"How much are you washing anyways?" You tried to peer into the laundry room, but Bucky always liked surprising you once it was cleaned and stacked.
"Enough to remodel the entire salon and buy us that villa in Tuscany we've been looking forward to."
You smiled - both out of happiness and adoration. "I love the sound of that."
A long bang came from where the washer and dryers were. You heard Steve yell a sheepish "Sorrrrry!" and you glared up at Bucky. Breaking things wasn't a part of the deal, and he quickly promised to fix that too.
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11. Blood at the corner of your mouth
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word count: 370
Warnings: blood, injury? implied physical fight, nothing graphic though, it’s a fluffy blurb, uhh let me know if there’s anything else!
The pungent smell of disinfectant filled the bathroom as you wrung out the previously-white washcloth over the sink, now stained with specks of blood. Bucky sat on a chair, leaning against the wall as he watched you work.
His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and he tasted blood. Sure enough, when he brought his hand up to wipe at the corner of his mouth, his fingers were tinted red.
“You know,” you approached him again with the warm washcloth in hand, placing two fingers under his chin to tilt his head up so he was facing you. “You didn’t have to do that.”
He didn’t reply immediately, lost for a moment in the feeling of your gentle touches on his face. “I know… but he needs to know that what he did was unacceptable. You’re my girlfriend, he should know better.”
“True, but we could’ve handled it differently.” Your eyes, oh, such beautiful eyes, shone in concern as you dabbed at a scrape on his forehead. “Now you’re hurt…”
Bucky smiled softly, catching your hand. Trust you to be worried about him when he should have been worrying about you instead. “I’m okay, doll, I’ve had worse.”
“I know, I just don’t like seeing you hurt.”
His hands came to rest on your waist then, guiding you to come closer until you were standing between his legs as he held your gaze. He wanted you to know, wanted you to understand that a few scrapes and bruises was nothing when it came to you. Oh, he’d gladly go through hell and back without a single complaint if it meant you’d continue to be his. He just didn’t know how to tell you that, so he simply grinned and said the following:
“Hurt? This is nothing, doll, I don’t even feel it. Besides,” he tilted his head, “I’ve gotta be able to save my lady when stuff like that happens, right?” Adding a wink to the end of his last sentence, his grin grew wider when you finally let go of her worry and chuckled.
“My hero, always there to save the day.”
“Always,” he confirmed as he leaned up for a kiss; one which you gladly gave him.
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Imagine Bucky having a staring contest with a baby or a baby being enthralled by his metallic fingers or playing with his dog tags 🌚
this is so cute... what the actual hell. not to be over dramatic, but i need to have bucky’s kids right now.
warnings; fluff, bucky with a baby, dilf bucky, this is so cute i sobbed.
“I’ll get it,” you groaned as your baby’s cries rung through the monitor.
“No, no,” Bucky softly pushed you back onto the mattress. “I can handle this.”
It had to be sometime around three in the morning. Everything in the room was still dark, and you had almost gotten two uninterrupted hours of sleep.
“She’s so rowdy,” you looked to your husband as the monitor started going off again.
“I bet she gets it from you.”
Bucky slid out from bed in only his sweatpants and dog tags, messy hair and muscular back on display. “Starin’ is rude, babe,” he yawns.
He heads into the nursery. It’s constellation-themed, and he can still remember the joy he felt picking out decorations at the store when your daughter was on the way.
“How are you, little one?” Bucky leans over the basinet.
She lets out another wail, much to Bucky’s displeasure.
“None of that, bubs,” he whispers. “I’m here.”
He picks her up, cradling her in his arms. Her tiny hands reach for his vibranium fingers.
“You think that’s cool?” His arm whirs as he rocks her.
She giggles a little, it’s one of the few sounds she makes, and Bucky absolutely adores it.
Bucky gives her a kiss on the forehead. “I can’t believe you woke me up at this hour.”
It almost looks like she’s pouting, even though he doubts she can understand what he’s saying. She grabs at his dog tags, enamored by the jingling noise that they make.
She’s so delicate, Bucky thinks. He wants to do everything in the world to protect her. He never wants her to have a sleepless night. Ever since he first heard her heartbeat, he’s been completely dedicated to her.
“You got her to stop crying,” Bucky hears you laugh from the doorway of the nursery.
“Why are you awake, doll?” He asks.
Bucky is perfect — standing there, your daughter nestled in his arms. It’s the little things he does that make you fall more in love with him.
“Just wanted to see my two favorite people.”
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Hii Jo, I just read your farting pics and I'm rolling on the floor😂😂 I have another weird scenario if you had time to write it. So my stomach does this thing where it makes noise, not when I'm hungry or anything just like randomly. Google says it's my SI processing stuff I'm digesting and our body has no way to muffle the sounds, so for me sounds similar to a hungry tummy but more airy? Enough science talk, could you do something with Steve and bucky( or pick your poison), when after dinner they're on a walk and the noise just starts and their like you still hungry doll? Or whatever scenario you find fit ☺️
(Honestly sometimes it just happens in the middle of the day, even though I'm not even hungry or having any food related thoughts)
Just something light and fluffy like your farting fics and if you have time ofc!♥️♥️
Pairing: Stucky x reader
Word Count: 765
Summary: You, Steve and Bucky enjoy some s'more with a side of laughs.
Author's Note: Hi LOVELY! Thank you for this sweet request! My stomach is always talking so I feel you! And all this stuff is so natural and as you said, just our bodies doing their thing! I love these real and human moments between our reader and the boys! I hope this makes you smile! I made it fall themed since it fits for now! And I'd like about 10 s'mores haha! Hope you enjoy, have a great night! HUGS! 🥰Thank you all so much for reading and much love always! ❤❤❤Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf
Warnings: lots of sweet fluff and fun, laughs and light fun teasing, some suggestiveness but it's sweet spicy fun :)
“I can feel you laughing JAMES!!! UGH! I’m going to sit with Stevie!”
You push off Bucky’s chest and try to stand but he wraps his metal arm around your waist and holds you tightly to him.
“No way doll face. You’re mine now,” he chuckles. “And I’m only laughing because you’re so cute. Are you sure you’re not still hungry?”
You lick the remaining melted chocolate from your fingers and shake your head no.
“I’m fine. You know it’s just my stomach doing it’s thing,” you sigh.
Steve smiles from the other side of the blanket, your feet in his lap and his hands massaging your calves.
“Want another smore baby girl?” Steve asks, leaning over to make himself one.
You watch the marshmallow catch aflame over the fire pit, giggling when Steve tries to get it off the stick but can’t.
“Here let me hold the graham crackers,” you say, grabbing them from his hand and holding them up so he can concentrate on the gooey marshmallow.
Steve sets it between the crackers and slowly pulls it off the stick, cheering when he gets it off cleanly. You sit back and press your pointer finger and thumb together, both now sticky with marshmallow. When you pull them apart you laugh at the string of sugary goodness that lengthens between them.
Bucky grabs your hand before you can get it to your own mouth and licks your fingers clean, smiling mischievously when you give him a death glare.
“That was mine BARNES!” you screech.
Steve throws his head back with laughter and points at Bucky. “Hey Buck, that’s a James and a Barnes and we haven’t even finished dessert yet!”
Bucky rolls his eyes and kisses your cheek. “Sorry baby doll.”
Just as you’re about to ask Steve to make you a s’more your stomach makes a grumbly popping nose and you huff out a curse.
Steve and Bucky exchange a glance and try to look sympathetic but your disgruntled face is too cute and they can’t help their loud cackles.
“OH GREAT. Now you too STEVEN!??”
“Ooooo you got a Steven!” Bucky taunts, laughing harder.
Their muffled laughter continues and you start to feel your own giggles bubbling up and when your stomach makes one more loud gurgling noise you lose all control. The three of you shake with laughter.
“Can one of you please make me another s’more?” you ask after you catch your breath.
“Only if I get to stab the marshmallow!” Bucky exclaims, taking the bag in his hands.
You and Steve laugh but make no protest.
“You just love to stab things,” Steve teases as he prepares the graham crackers and chocolate.
“That’s the truth,” you agree.
“I never hear you complaining about my knife skills baby doll,” Bucky murmurs with a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows.
“And you won’t ever hear it,” you answer, throwing him a wink.
They manage to get the s’more together but not without the two of them getting sticky fingered and messy.
“Look at you two!” you playfully chide.
“What?” they ask simultaneously.
You reach over and grab Steve’s hand, sucking his thumb clean of chocolate before you move back to Bucky and lick the remaining marshmallow from his fingers. You settle between them and take a bite, closing your eyes and moaning at how good it tastes.
When you open them back up, Steve and Bucky are staring at you, their eyes filled with unmasked heat. With a sly grin you lick your fingers clean but just as you open your mouth to make a sultry remark your stomach pops and gurgles, effectively ruining the moment.
You bury your face in your hands and groan, laughing lightly when you hear their combined snorts.
“I know you’re both laughing!” you squeal from the darkness of your palms. “I swear if I got this worked up every time you two farted or something I could make a full-time job of it!”
Instead of deterring them your remark sends them into a renewed fit of laughter and you fall over into Steve’s arms, hiding in his chest.
Bucky shifts closer and gently rubs your back. “Aw doll. You know we’re only teasin’ ya right?”
“Of course, baby girl,” Steve adds, “we think it’s really cute.”
You lift your head and snuggle closer to Steve then grab hold of Bucky’s shirt and pull him toward you, sighing into the warmth of their bodies.
“I know,” you whisper, snuggling nearer to them both. “But you know I don’t think it’s cute when either of you fart right?”
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How would civil war Bucky react if he came home to find his s/o singing their baby to sleep?
Pairing: Dad!Bucky x Reader
Thank you @its-just-may for the banner! Comments, likes and reblogs are welcome.
"That'll be 42 dollars."
Bucky smiles softly at Alina, the elderly woman patiently waits as he searches for his wallet. While he's ruffling through his front pocket, she reaches under the counter and grabs a colorful reading book.
She boldly places it in in his bag beside your snacks and the teething ring, judging by the frayed binding and Romanian lettering, he can tell its probably one that been passed down through her family.
She huffs and snatches his money from his gloved hands, she plucks a dollar out of the pile and puts the rest between the pages of the book.
"Aw you know I cant-"
The tiny woman tilts her head back, her dark brown eyes daring him to finish his protest.
"Thank you," Bucky sheepishly finishes.
"You're welcome, James." She beams, her wrinkled cheeks puffing out. Her face drops and she grabs the front of his shirt, yanking him down to her face. "Dont come back without the baby or I'll hurt you." She holds up her tiny fist and shakes it, her bright eyes narrowing at him.
Alina swears she loves her more than the both of you and sometimes Bucky thinks she might be right.
Bucky has to bit back a laugh. Since he's moved his little family to this town, he's been 'threatened' by Alina more times than he count.
She loves to boss him around and she's always sliding extras into his bags, refusing to take more than a dollar or two from him. But she will make him fix the leaky sink in the back or replace a gutter.
Bucky quickly grabs his bag after the granite counter, taking a few steps back, reassuring her that he would bring her down tomorrow.
"Good. Hate to kick your ass in front of your family James. You have a good day son."
Exiting the small store, he puts his cap over his head, shielding his eyes from the blinding afternoon sun. Laughter bubbling in his chest, he shakes his head wondering how a renowned assassin with a metal arm manages to get bossed around by a 5'1" elderly woman every time he goes into her shop.
Ducking his head, he shoves one hand in his pocket, humming softly under his breath as he navigates the crowded street. He'll be home in five minutes and he can't wait.
Some days he doesn't know how he got so lucky to find you, but ever since that day you snatched his plum from his hand by accident, he's been smitten by you.
Then you gave him gift after gift. Your heart, your presence, your body and now a sweet chubby baby with your eyes. All things he could never repay, things he never thought he could have. He didn't feel worthy of a normal life until he met you and now-Bucky knows he can have that and so much more.
Bucky climbs the stairs to the apartment, the shopping bag tapping his leg with every step. Happiness settling in his chest, wrapping around him like a thick duvet, crushing and liberating all at once.
Opening the door, a rush of cool air greets him. The smell of warm vanilla and brown sugar fill his nose, he can't remember what his apartment was like before you moved in but now it always smells good, you're everywhere he looks. Your clothes beside his in the closet, your shoes neatly lined up in the hallway, beauty products in the bathroom, family pictures lining the walls. A few of your hair ties in his left pocket. Toys are scattered on the floor.
You're everywhere and he wouldn't have it any other way.
Bucky toes off his shoes, placing his coat on the hook. A faint smile crosses his lips when he hears you singing. Following the sounds of your voice, his smile becomes wider and wider until his cheeks ache.
He knows over a dozen languages yet he can't find the words to describe how happy you make him.
Bucky finds you on the bed, your back against the headboard with the baby bundled in your arms. You're singing a lullaby, your soft voice drifting through the room. Glancing up, your eyes meet and his impossibly wide smile gets a tad bigger.
Knowing how much he cherishes these little moments, you continue to sing the sweet tune while he undresses until he's down to his boxers, folding his clothes, he places them on the dresser. Now that's he's home with his two favorite people, he doesn't plan on leaving anytime soon.
Bucky climbs on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. He lays his head on your shoulder and gazes down at his little girl. Tears burn his eyes, he can't believe that she's so perfect, just like her mama.
She looks so much like you, god he hopes every baby you give him is exactly like you. He watches her yawn, her tiny chubby arms stretching above her head, he places his metal finger in her hand and she latches on to it. You swear she's never going to be afraid of his arm.
The song dwindles to a faint whisper as you both watch her fall asleep. You turn your head, your nose bumping into Buckys. Laughing softly, he mumbles sorry before kissing you. It's sweet and tender and passionate and oh when he kisses you like this, you swear you could melt.
Bucky releases you with a pleased sigh, running his knuckles down the curve of your face. "I've been thinking." He starts, his eyes flickering between you and her.
"Really? " You're teasing, you know what he's about to say. Alina already told you about the way he blushed and became flustered a few days ago when she asked him why you weren't pregnant again.
His cheeks tinge a light shade of pink and he swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Yeah. How would you feel if-if we uh..."
You gently place your baby in his arms, smiling when his face lights up. He tucks her into his chest and kisses the top of her head. He's so good with her and you know that he would do anything for the two of you.
"Bucky I'll have as many babies as you want. In fact, we can start trying after my nap," you yawn, putting your arm around him and closing your eyes. Snuggling into his side, you drift off the sleep.
Bucky smiles to himself, envisioning his future with you in a large house filled with children, maybe a cat, or two. He wants it all. A life full of birthday celebrations, anniversaries, graduations, date nights, lazy weekends spent on the couch with you sleeping on his chest.
He can't wait.
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young and free
college is full of many life experiences, but you never knew how fun it could truly be until you met bucky barnes, an older boy who showed you just how young and free you could be.
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pairing ~ college!bucky barnes x college!reader
warnings ~ romanticization of college experiences, usage of alcohol and drugs, stupid situations, sexual themes
saturdays are for chaos
introducing the crew
the chaos crew’s insta feed (or just look up #the chaotic feed🍾)
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𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 ; 𝗯𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘀
summary┃when your car breaks down on the side of the road and your dad can’t come rescue you, he sends the next best thing.
pairing┃dadsbestfriend!bucky x f!reader
word count┃ 2,434 words
warnings┃significant age gap [reader in 20′s, bucky in late 30′s], car sex, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, drunk sex, alcohol consumption, sloppy sex, bucky teases you a lot, thigh riding, pet-names, fingering, finger sucking, size kink, metal arm kink, praise kink, slight edging, bucky finishing in you, talk of masturbation [in passing] — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI
notes┃if i see you plagiarize my work i will personally steal all of your left shoes and right socks
“I don’t know, the engine made a sound and now it won’t start.” You groaned into your phone, your dad sighing on the other end of the line as you leaned your head against your seat.
“Can you get it into a mechanic?” He asked as you rolled your eyes, “considering it won’t start, I don’t think so.”
You were just outside of town, almost making it home before your piece of shit car decided to crap out on you and die.
“I’m stuck in the office until seven, but I’ll get Bucky to pick you up, okay?” Your dad said, shuffling on the other end of the line as your heart dropped into your stomach at the sound of his name.
“Bucky?” Your throat was suddenly dry, heart hammering as you could hear it’s reverberation in your ears like the sound of waves in a shell.
“He’s good with cars too, might even be able to bring your car back to life long enough to get it into a mechanic.” Your dad’s voice was calm and collected, unlike the way your breathing was.
“Oh, okay. Yeah, that’s really nice of him.” You tried to act normal, like nothing was wrong.
Like Bucky hadn’t fucked you the bathroom of some gross college bar during your last year just a months ago.
You hadn’t seem him since. Last you heard, he had set off on a solo trip to California as he kissed you on the cheek at the end of the night.
With his cum staining your thighs.
And the scent of him on your shirt as you watched him walk out of the bar.
Now he was going to come and rescue you from the side of the some dirt road.
“You there, sweetie?” Your dads voice brings you back to reality as you shake your head, “yeah, yeah, sorry. The reception’s spotty,” you lie right through your teeth.
“Hang in there, sweetie, okay? Bucky shouldn’t take longer than 20 minutes.” Oh good, at least you’ll have time to prepare yourself for the moment you’d see him again.
“Okay, thanks dad. I’ll see you soon then.” You both say your goodbyes before the line goes dead and you’re left staring at the nearly desolate road as the occasional car or semi roars by.
It’s getting late but thankfully it’s the dead of summer which means that it would be impossible to get cold, even with the sun down.
No matter how hard you tried not to think about Bucky, the memories of that night came flooding back with each gust of warm air.
The way his fingers danced up your shirt as he pressed you against the dingy bathroom wall.
The way he bent the bathroom door handle at an angle that would lock the two of you in there for some privacy—the sparks of gold and shining black flashing through your mind.
The way he found all your sweet spots and the way he would call you Kid to egg you on as you took shots with him until you were dizzy.
And the way he made you cum harder than ever before until you had no more breath left in your lungs.
You had to shake yourself free of those thoughts, the familiar burn forming between your legs as you decided to pop your hood to see if you could magically figure out what had gone wrong.
It all looked so foreign, like a different language as you stared at the various car parts—the only thing you recognized was where you re-filled your windshield fluid.
A rumbling engine caused you to peek your head around the hood of your car to watch that familiar Impala pulling up right behind your car.
Your heart kicked in your chest, throat going dry as your hands were suddenly clammy watching him step out of the car.
Dressed in all black, Bucky shut the door of his car as he took his sunglasses off and tucked them in the front of his shirt.
“I gotta say,” his voice is so much deeper than you remembered, “this isn’t how I thought we’d be meetin’ again.”
He smirks, coming to stand beside you to look under the hood, “if it makes you feel better, neither did I.”
Your words make him chuckle as he turns his body to face you, arms over his thick chest and the early evening sun bouncing off of the prosthetic.
The same fingers that were knuckle deep inside of you, coaxing sweet, sweet moans as you fell over the edge more times than you can count.
“Your car battery is dead,” he says, after a quick inspection—arms propping himself on the hood as he uses the shiny metallic hand to point at the battery, “it looks like it’s been leakin’ for a while. How old is the battery?”
His question strikes you and suddenly you feel embarrassed and useless, “I don’t know.”
He shifts again, tucking his finger under your chin so you look up at him. His eyes are soft and you find yourself lost in them.
“It’s okay, Kid, was just askin’. Unfortunately I don’t have any cables, even if I did, it looks pretty lifeless.” He explains, finger dropping from under your chin and you want to whimper.
You nod your head, “thanks, Buck.”
You don’t even register that you call him that, “uh, sorry. I mean, Mr. Barnes.”
Now that makes him laugh, holler even as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip.
“Please don’t call me Mr. Barnes, Sugar.” He says, the familiar pet-name doing nothing to alleviate the ache between your thighs.
“Why not?” You ask, genuinely curious as he takes a step towards you.
You’d also forgotten how much bigger Bucky was, in more than one way. He towered over you, remembering how he easily had you lifted and pinned against the wall as fuck fucked into you.
“'Cause,” he smirks, “I’ve heard you moan my name and I don’t wanna hear it any other way.”
Your breath gets caught in your throat, a gasp replacing it as you feel the familiar prick of goosebumps over your skin.
“C’mon, I’ll give you a ride home.” He adds nonchalantly as you were still repeating his words in your mind.
He looks at you for a moment longer before brushing past you, “it’s gettin’ dark.”
You managed to unfreeze, legs moving from under you as you grabbed your duffle bag and whatever other miscellaneous objects from your car before tossing them in the back of Bucky’s car.
“Nice car,” you comment as you slide into the worn leather seats. Bucky smirks, turning the engine over as it roars to life.
“Thanks, Kid.” There it was again, the same taunt he used as you both downed a shot of tequila.
“Don’t call me that, I’m not a kid,” you weren’t mad, the slight smirk on your face was telling enough as Bucky put the car into neutral.
He leaned back, thick thighs spread as he put his arm over the back of the seats, “I jus’ missed that pout of yours, Sugar.”
You didn’t even realize you were pouting until Bucky pointed it out, dark eyes watching you as you relaxed into the seat.
“I don’t think it’s appropriate to talk about this on the drive home to my father’s house.” You mumble, trying to contain the faint smile on your lips as Bucky leans into you.
“I don’t think havin’ my cock buried deep inside of you was very appropriate either, but you didn’t seem to mind,” he purrs, fingers falling onto the back of your neck.
A shudder travels down your spine when you feel his hand tighten around the base of your neck.
“Haven’t stopped thinkin’ ‘bout you, Sugar, you know that?” His voice drops an octave as the rumbling of the car’s engine make your pussy jump.
“You haven’t?” You whisper out, moving closer to him as he turns his body towards you.
“Havin’ my hand wrapped ‘round my own cock just doesn’t feel as nice as your tight pussy.” He hums, feeling his dick jumping in his pants.
“Haven’t stopped thinkin’ of your sweet moans, or the way your mouth felt ‘round my cock,” his smirk is darker now, cock growing in his jeans as you let out a soft moan.
“Bucky, we-we,” you can’t even find the words, “this is so wrong.”
He hums, thumb tracing over your bottom lip, “then why does it feel so fuckin’ good?” He growls, tugging you into his lap as you let him, giving into the way his warm body feels against you.
You can feel him under you, his fingers instinctively digging into your hips as yours go to his broad shoulders so you can steady yourself.
“Tell me you haven’t thought of me,” he smirks, “that you haven’t touched that tight cunt of yours wishing it was my fingers or cock.”
You gasp, wetness pooling in your panties as you let out a whine, “Bucky.”
“Mmm, that’s what I thought, Sugar. My poor girl,” he hums, slowly rocking your hips over his with more fervour.
“Did I ruin men for you? Is that what this is ‘bout?” He taunts, holding your face in between his fingers as you’re forced to look at him.
You can see the lines in his forehead, pupils blown with lust as you’re able to pick out the grey hairs littered between the dark brunet ones.
“Your cock sure as hell did,” you pant, tangling your fingers in his hair and pressing your lips over his as he lets out a low grunt.
The kiss is messy, and you revel in the familiar taste of coffee and spearmint as your tongue glides against his along with the occasional bump of your teeth against his.
“You better start thinkin’ of excuses as to why you’re late ‘cause I’m about to fuck you,” he snarls, lips trailing down your neck as he sinks them into your sensitive skin.
“Grind yourself over my thigh, Sugar. Get yourself nice ‘n ready.” He smirks, hands already up the shirt you were wearing playing with your breasts.
Who are you to deny yourself the pleasure of riding Bucky’s thigh, the fabric of your jeans against your pussy mixed with the hard muscle causes a sweet friction that makes you mewl.
“Missed that sound, baby. Missed the way you felt, the way you tasted,” his lips are over yours, “but most of all, missed the way my cock fit perfectly ‘side you.”
Bucky had a way with words, knowing exactly how to make you come apart and that is what made him absolutely lethal.
He was like a wave that you rode, getting you high and wet and then slipping right through your fingers.
“Lie down,” he grunts, “on the seat.” It’s a messy and incredibly tight fit, but the couch-like seat allowed you get your back flat as Bucky shuffled in between your legs.
With some struggle, Bucky managed to get your pants down past your ass, your fingers quickly undoing his belt as you freed his cock.
“Fuck,” you gasped as he smirked, “what? Forgot how big I was?” He purrs, cradling your face, “it fit last time, it’ll fit today.”
You wanna chide back, think of a smart, witty remark, but your mind goes blank with lust and need.
“Not so fast, Sugar,” he cooes, “gotta warm you up first.” The fucking tease.
You whimper when you feel his fingers at your entrance, cock heavy against your hip as he slides a single finger in. It’s not enough, not by a long-shot as your walls warm up the cool metal.
“Bucky, please c’mon,” you whine, bucking your hips into his hand. It does nothing but make him chuckle.
“You know I love hearin’ you beg, that’ll jus’ slow me down,” you nearly throw a fit, as he slowly curls the single finger deep inside of you.
He’s relentless, finally adding a second finger and hooking them against your g-spot. It causes your toes to curl and the heat to grow in your belly—but he never gives you the satisfaction.
Instead, he pulls them out, tapping them against your lips, “clean ‘em.”
A shudder rolls over your body, lips parting to take the heavy digits in your mouth as you maintain eye contact with Bucky.
You’ve always wondered if he can feel those fingers, but the groan he gives you answers your question.
“Good girl, missed that ‘bout you,” he praises, running his cock through your folds as you squeak out a gasp at the sudden pressure against your clit.
There’s not warning as he slides in, slow and long as he holds himself up on his forearms; warm breath fanning across your face.
“Feel so fuckin’ good,” his eyes flutter closed as he bottoms out, nostrils flaring when he takes a deep breath trying to control himself.
It’s unfair, the way he knows you’re body.
There’s no taking his time, you’re parked on the side of the road with Bucky balls deep inside of you. He’s fucking you and he’s fucking you good.
The car shakes, suspension squeaking as he thrusts into you; the strokes much deeper from the confined space.
“You have no idea how good you feel, Sugar,” he grunts, pelvis bumping your clit as you throw your head back deeper into the seats.
Everything around you smells like leather, sex, and Bucky.
Your abdomen tightens as your toes curl and—“that’s it, gonna cum for me, make a fuckin’ mess.”
There’s nothing you can do to hold back your orgasm. It hits you like the truck that speeds past the parked car and you let out a choked gasp of Bucky’s name.
You’re both panting, everything is a mess and you’re wondering just how you’ll have to act as if Bucky’s cum isn’t leaking into the panties you’re wearing.
“I haven’t come that hard since,” he chuckles, “well since that night at the bar.”
You can do nothing but smile, butterflies in your tummy as he helps you sit up, both of you awkwardly wiggling back into your jeans.
It’s silent, but not uncomfortable as Bucky pushes down on the brake and shifts into drive. The moves forward a few metres before there’s a powering down sound and the engine splutters.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you laugh, turning to face Bucky who can’t stop laughing.
“Well it looks like we’re both stranded now,” he winks, pulling you into the slightly larger backseat, “might as well find a way to kill the time.”
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my comfort character is so soft!!
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baby, but you.
summary. | He hopes you can feel it, because nobody else can heal it but you. Baby, but you.
warnings. | smut, hate fucking (ish), enemies to lover, slight angst, birthdays, degradation, praise, spitting, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, rough sex, yearning, crushing, riding, couch sex, breeding, possessiveness, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI AND DO NOT REPOST MY STORIES.
word count. | 3.6k
pairings. | Bucky Barnes x Reader.
a/n. | happy birthday @asadmarveltrashbag ilysm!!! thank you so much for being there for me since like day one, for being such a good role model and for just being amazing. thank you so much for listening to me rant and giving me advice, i’m so grateful for you. i hope your birthday is amazing today, i love you so much!! don’t forget to reblog! if you take ANY inspiration from my fics (and i’ll know, trust me) and you don’t give credit, you will be blocked and i’ll let others know.
He stands afar from you. A cold, calculated stare that you’re almost tempted to challenge with your killer one. There are only about two and a half meters of space separating you two, and even that’s not enough. You’re like a cat and a dog, constantly fighting about God knows what. Sometimes it’s the stupidest of things; other times, it’s the most reasonable. Either he has the television on too loud, or you come home too late. The other neighbours… Well, frankly, they don’t live here anymore.
It’s because they can’t handle his screaming when he has nightmares. You scoffed when you first heard it from your landlord, finding it absolutely insane that nobody is used to the sounds of a nightmare. As if they’re any better. You handle it like a champion, simply just putting on earbuds and your favourite songs at the lowest volume until you fall asleep. You almost feel bad for him when you see him with deep bags under his eyes.
But one short, snarky remark from him has the sympathy in you draining. Almost like the way his hands are the palest colour ever, and his skin doesn’t have the redness it should have. Almost as if the colours on a painting have been scraped off. You shouldn’t be noticing these things, really, but you just can’t help it. He’s almost a shell of the man he once was, at least in his words, but you believe that with some care (not from your hands, ew), he’ll be back to normal.
He shouldn’t notice the way you sigh every time you get home. The way you drag yourself through the carpeted hallway, out from the metal box that Bucky doesn’t trust. He doesn’t charge anything that has to do with heights, so that’s why he’s settled for the second floor. The drop in his stomach brings back so many memories that he can’t bear to remember.
Sometimes, he picks up the rumble of your stomach that he knows you’re embarrassed about, only because when it happens, you become the most fearful sailor to ever cross the shore. You always arrive right before Bucky falls asleep, leaving him at peace. ...No, no, no. It’s not like that. He totally doesn’t wait up until you come home safely before he can actually fall asleep so he can have a sense of calm. No, that’s absurd. Another absurd thing is the ungodly hour that you arrive home.
“Listen, you’re the one who bumped into me, okay? Let’s just leave it at that,” you huff, swinging your keychain between your fingers. Your digits are so soft, only ever coarse when you touch the skin between them. His hands, however, are almost the opposite. They’re rough and dry, but the crevices are a bit damp with sweat from pure nervousness. “No, no, you bumped into me, and we’re going to leave it at that, okay? Okay,” he nods, even though he’s talking to you.
“No, you bumped into me, and that’s that. Goodbye, Mr. Barnes,” you finish, throwing your bag over your shoulder and stomping down the hallways. You don’t look back once, simply just strutting your way to that darned elevator that you loathe. Suddenly, a hand wraps around your arm and turns you around. “I didn’t say you could go; we’re not done until I say we’re done,” he growls, gripping your arm tight enough to have you whimpering.
“No, fuck you. I’m tired of constantly listening to you bitch and moan about things that aren’t even my fault. God, it’s like you’re twenty fucking years old with no maturity, it’s fucking pathetic,” you spit, trying to yank your arm away. But compared to a supersoldier, your strength is equal to a cool spring breeze hitting a concrete building—basically nothing. Bucky’s chest heaves, and for a moment, you’re scared.
But even though he has a temper, he could never hurt you. He’s not the Winter Soldier; you’re sure of it.
His jaw clenches, and you stare at him intensely. Work is long forgotten, just like the fact that today is your birthday. That nervous, jittery feeling that would pool in the pits of your soul isn’t there. You wonder if it’s because you’re all grown up now, or maybe it’s because you’ve been so busy that your birthday seems like any other day in your eyes. Your eyes fall to his lips, almost on instinct. They’re pink and plump, slightly damp from the wetness on his tongue.
He gently pushes you inside his home, and you stumble back in shock. “I have to go to work–” you start, but he cuts you off. “I don’t give a shit. I need to teach you a lesson,” he snaps, pulling off his leather jacket. It has blue hues to it, sometimes grey if shone under the correct lighting. It’s overall black, suiting that dark soul of his that some people claim he has. You keep your mouth shut, clutching onto the strap of your backpack that rests on your right shoulder.
Suddenly, that fiery haze of yours has faded out, and you just watch him dumbfounded. Your jaw is slightly slack, but your eyes aren’t bulging out. Bucky pulls off the unusual leather gloves that always seemed to be a little too big on him. The space between his fingers and the cloth is always too much, and you even contemplated ‘accidentally’ giving him a new, better-fitting pair.
They flop onto the floor with an almost laughable sound, but you know you shouldn’t even dare to crack a smile. “Always going on and on about something. You just need to be shut up for once, don’t you?” Bucky questions, snapping his head towards you. “N- No…” you whisper, looking down to the ground. Suddenly, you prefer looking at wood floors to handsome men such as Bucky.
“Oh… Right, I forgot. You don’t know what’s good for you, that’s why you go to work and come home so late in the night. Bet you don’t have any time to fuck around with those pathetic twenty-year-old douchebags. That’s why you touch that little pussy of yours before you head to work, right?” he questions, and you gulp thickly.
Did he really hear it all?
“Please, I heard the way you finger fuck yourself in the shower all the way here. You really need to learn how to properly lock your door. You’re lucky those old ladies were here when I heard you, or else I would’ve come all the way over there and taught you a real good lesson,” he snaps, and you genuinely feel like doubting every little thing you do. “And you know what’s so funny, doll? I even hear the way you moan my name when you’re about to come,” he whispers, standing so close to you, and you wonder how he even managed to get here.
Your faces are inches away, His warm breath fans against your skin, and Bucky can feel the nervousness seeping through your pores. “Need a refresher? Or are you just going to stay quiet?” he questions, raising his eyebrows. He has a stupid smile on his face, and you’re not sure whether you want to kiss him or slap him. Both seem very appealing, but God, that devil on your shoulder always did have a loud voice.
Your bag joins his gloves on the floor, and you tilt your head upwards to kiss him. Your lips slowly slot against his, the taste of stale coffee immediately fills your mouth as Bucky shoves his tongue past your lips. He cups the side on your face, and your hands remain bent in the air. You don’t know what to do with yourself, so you place them on his shoulders, hoping for the best. He tenses up for a bit, and you start to pull away.
He doesn’t let you go too far. His hands keep you near him, and he stares into your eyes. Blue, blown-out orbs give Bucky an even darker look, and you’re practically sailing the same ship. “Don’t… Don’t go,” he whispers, leaning his forehead against yours. “I won’t, but-” you begin, but he cuts you off with an open-mouthed kiss. It’s so rough, so passionate. Teeth and tongues clash at each other, and you whimper against him as his hands move from your face.
They run down your body before gripping your hips and pulling you closer to him. His front presses against yours, and you can feel his defined muscles through that black t-shirt of his. You wrap your arms around his neck, such a simple act and yet he’s swooning like the lovesick fool he is. No, no, no, he’s not lovesick, and he’s not swooning. He’s just wanting, and that is all, just like you are.
You roll your hips for friction, desperate for something. The faint feeling of Bucky’s hard cock sends shivers down your spine, and you just know he’s huge. He could probably split you in two if he really wants to, and maybe it’s what you want as well. God, just the mental image of his cock sliding in and out of you is so pleasurable. Wetness soaks your panties, and you moan into his mouth.
“Say ‘ah,’ slut,” he mumbles before pulling away from the kiss again. You quickly do so and watch as Bucky puckers his bruised, red lips. You’re not sure what to expect; a stupid, silly kiss or something else. Your tongue is stretched out inside your mouth, and you wait for him as your chest rises and falls. Your eyes watch him as he spits into your mouth, a wad of spit dripping onto your tongue and your eyes nearly fall out of their sockets.
You quickly swallow it as if it’s some sort of antidote to an incurable disease. “Oh, you’re such a dirty fucking girl, aren’t you? I bet you’d let me do anything to you, right? Let me fuck you silly, throw you around, treat you like the spoiled brat you are,” Bucky growls with a fierce smirk on his stupidly gorgeous face. Sculpted by the Gods themselves, you wonder why the world has been so mean to him.
No, no, no, you don’t. You’re just desperate and needy.
“You really are stupid, and I haven’t even touched that little pussy of yours yet, and you can’t even answer a simple li’l question,” Bucky says out loud, expressing pure shame and disgrace. You shake your head before placing your hands back on his hard, defined chest. There’s a specific spot on his chest where the fabric is too sheer. You can see the way his soft hair has been shaved down to a mere stubble, and you wonder what he’d look like if it was grown out.
“I- I’m a dirty girl, I’d let you do anything to me, James,” you whisper to him, looking up at him with unintentional doe eyes. “I know, baby, I know,” he smirks before pushing you backwards. You expect to collide with the wooden floors harshly and startle the downstairs residents, or maybe even on a carpet that would try to break your fall but would end up failing.
You don’t expect to fall back onto a soft, cushioned couch. It’s more so an armchair that is a greyish-blue colour, one that you’d see and Ikea and want so bad, but you’d quickly change your mind once you see the whopping price it’s set at. Bucky towers over you, and you tilt your head up, still watching has the features of his face twitch a bit. His hands run down to your thighs, smoothing over the fabric of your jeans before his nimble yet strong, thick fingers reach to the button and zipper.
He makes quick work of stripping your clothes off for you, and you try your hardest to do the same for him. But flying, clashing hands that are oh so desperate can’t really do much. So as he pulls your wet panties down your feet, you hurriedly kick them to the floor. Bucky pulls his shirt over his head, and you’re not sure if you’ve lost it or if time truly has slowed down. You’re able to memorize each freckle, each scar, each mole and each muscle of his upper body.
He’s beautiful, absolutely beautiful. Though everyone has their measly little flaws that can be so bothersome, in your eyes, he has no flaws. “Fuck, you’re so fucking pretty, baby,” he breathlessly tells you, making you struggle to fight the cheerful smile that forces its way onto your face. “You’re pretty too, James,” you tell him, reaching backwards to unclasp your bra.
Now, there’s nothing special about it, really. It’s plain black, and in some areas, it physically pains you, leaving branded marks behind that feel good when you gently run your hands over them. Nonetheless, you look gorgeous with it on. But when it’s on the floor, treated like nothing, you’re even more beautiful. Your slick has stained your inner thighs with stickiness, and your clit throbs with need.
Bucky parts your legs, watching as strings of wetness pull apart from each other. “Fucking hell, is that all because of me, slut? Say it, tell me who you’re so wet for,” he demands, and your breathing hitches. “S’all for you, James, I’m so wet because of you,” you whisper to him, and he smirks devilishly. You clench around nothing but air, desperate for his cock to be inside you. “I want you so bad, James, please fuck me,” you beg to him desperately, and he chuckles.
Bucky goes to start taking off his pants, unbuckling his belt and pulling down the zipper that sometimes gets caught onto the fabric of his boxers a little too much. The black fabric slips off his skin like an extra layer of skin, and the sight of his hard cock beneath his briefs is so sexy. You let out a shaky breath, and you can just see how fucking huge he is. Impossibly long with a thickness that’ll leave you limping for at least a week or two.
“You know what’s so fucking hilarious, baby? Just moments ago, you were cursing me out, fuming at me and calling me pathetic, but look at you; you’re the pathetic one here. Practically drooling for my cock, so needy as soon as I put my hands on you,” Bucky scoffs, and you know he’s so right. He pulls down his boxers, and you watch as his cock springs out, slapping his lower abdomen and near his pretty Adonis bone.
He roughly pulls you up and sits down on the couch before dragging you onto his lap. You straddle the sides of his thick thighs, and his big cock presses right next to your pussy, between your legs. Beads of precum drip down the shaft of his cock, and some of it even sticks to your skin. “You want my cock, baby? Well, go ahead, you can have it,” he tells you, resting his hands on your hips.
You exhale nervously, knowing that his cock is gonna stretch you out so much, it’ll be borderline painful and pleasurable. You lift your hips up a bit, and Bucky’s hand grasps the base of his cock. He’s sticky and pulsating, a raging red that is almost purple if you squint your eyes enough. He drags it from your swollen little pearl all the way down to your drooling hole. The mild friction is absolutely amazing, making you moan softly.
Bucky shudders as he slowly pushes the tip of his cock inside of you. He almost wants to tease you so badly, make you beg for it until you’re sobbing and going all ditzy for him. But he’s not all the mean, and he can’t possibly be so cruel to the birthday girl. In one swift motion, Bucky pulls you down onto his cock, burying himself inside of you. You toss your head back and cry out as he stretches you painfully. The wet squelching pounds of your pussy are loud, but your moans are much louder.
He curses and bites down on his bottom lip, falling in love with the way your pussy hugs him tightly and the velvet feeling of your walls. No, no, no, he is not falling in love. He’s just desperate, that’s all. It takes you both a few seconds to adjust, and the painful stretch dulls down to immense pleasure. You struggle to control your breathing, though, because you’ve never taken anyone or anything as big and him. Months of wanting and needing him have finally come down to this, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.
He hopes you can feel it because nobody can heal it but you. Every single day he thinks about you, and his heart hurts. His heart hurts when he watches you leave and come home, it hurts when you both fight, and it hurts when he believes you could never love him. His mind still tells him that, and yet here you are, riding his cock on your birthday. He notices the way your bottom lip wobbles a bit, and he pities you.
“Shh, it’s okay, baby, you’re doing so good. Ride my cock, birthday girl, I know you can do it,” Bucky praises with the most innocent smile ever. You nod your head and slowly begin to rock your hips, moving them up and down his cock. Bucky is torn; he doesn’t know whether he should stare at your pretty face or at where you’re both connected. Your slick coats his cock and leaves it glistening, and he watches as it disappears and reappears over and over.
His hand returns back onto your hips, and he gently guides you up and down his cock. Your pained whimpers soon turn to loud, slutty, desperate moans, and Bucky begins to fuck up into your cunt, meeting you at every thrust. “Fuck, yeah, that’s my good girl. Riding my cock so fucking good,” Bucky coos, and you can’t help but giggle. Warmth fills your chest, and pleasure blooms immensely in your core, and it’s the exact same for Bucky.
His balls slap against your ass, and his cock drives in and out of you. You ride him at a quicker pace, moaning loudly, and he nudges against your sweet spot. “You look so fucking sexy riding my cock, baby. Could watch you forever an’ ever,” Bucky purrs, gripping your hips even tighter. Electricity crackles up your spine, almost like a burning wire in a destroyed fuse box. Everything is so sensitive, and the searing pleasure builds up inside the two of you.
Beads of sweat drip down your neck, and it is the same for Bucky. His skin shines just like his cock does, and the veins on the side of it throb with every movement. The wet noises and the sound of skin on skin fills the room almost impressively. The neighbours would’ve already filed noise complaints if they still lived here, but they don’t. So Bucky’ll fuck your brains out until you can’t make a sound.
“Fuck, you’re close, aren’t you? Can feel the way that nice little cunt is squeezin’ my cock,” he groans, staring up at you with his jaw slightly slacked. Your eyes have glazed over, and you stare at Bucky’s face. You ride him using his dick for all your needs and wants. It’s just like you’ve imagined, even down to the pleasure you’re feeling. “Mhm, gonna come all over your big cock,” you whimper at a specific thrust.
And he’s close too. Though the serum should make him last longer, your pussy just defies those rules. He fucks into you faster and rougher, and your legs have turned to jelly. You collapse onto his chest and let him pound your pussy into oblivion. Bucky’s chest rumbles with a chain of moan and curses, and you look up at him. His metal arm is icy cold, just like his eyes. But his orbs are darker than regular ice. They resemble black ice more than anything.
The elastic band in your stomach twists up tightly until it can’t do anything but snap. And so it does. The dam breaks, and you’re suddenly coming around Bucky’s cock. Your cum coats his cock and drips down his balls as your body seizes up. Your jaw falls open, and your eyes roll back while you moan loudly. “Fuck, you look so pretty when you come,” Bucky breathes, letting your head fall into the crook of his neck.
You cry out loudly as Bucky sloppily fucks you through your orgasm and chases his own. “I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, knock you up with my kids. Fuck, you’d look so hot with a bump, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of your body,” he moans deeply, feeling his balls tighten up. He tosses his head back and curses, hitting his release. Ropes of cum shoot inside your cunt, painting your walls and even leaking out a bit. Somewhere, deep down inside Bucky, he truly hopes it sticks.
He moans loudly as his hips give a few shallow thrusts, prolonging his orgasm. You both sigh, slick with sweat and other bodily fluids that neither of you cares about. “Happy birthday…” Bucky whispers, pressing a kiss on the side of your head. “T- Thank you… How’d you know, though?” you question, even though his cock is still inside you. “Just did… Listen, I’m sorry–” he starts, but you cut him off. “Shh, I don’t care about anything but you, baby,” you tell him, whispering gently.
“Baby, but you.”
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acquainted | b.b
pairing: bucky barnes x reader (based on tfatws)
summary: in which you and bucky don’t like each other very much, not until one afternoon when you two finally decided to get acquainted. (enemies to lovers)
word count: 3.5k
warnings: nsfw, 18+, oral (m receiving), loads of teasing, unprotected sex, bucky making you beg for it, cocky!bucky,
a/n: hello! i am back with another bucky fic because i love him so much, he owns my heart and i absolutely love writing for him! i hope you enjoy this lovelies!
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Nine in the morning saw you padding down the hallways of the apartment, sighing as you glanced over to the coffee table, last night’s drinks were still stacked on the wooden table, meaning that he had probably stayed over.
You made your way to the kitchen, the smell of freshly made pancakes wafted through the air, making your mouth water, your stomach grumbling in anticipation as you walked in, not surprised to see Sam at the stove, pouring the batter into the pan.
“Morning sunshine” he greets with an award-winning smile as he turns to you, a grin on his face as he stacks the pancakes one on top of the other.
“Morning Chef” you joke, not being able to stop yourself from laughing with the man standing before you who had donned an Elsa apron which you vaguely remember the neighbour had given him.
“Shut up” Sam grumbled as you doubled over in laughter, clapping your hands as the peals seemed they would not stop anytime soon.
“You can just let it go” you said in a sing song voice, giggling when your best friend shot you a death glare as you mimicked the famous princess, much to his annoyance.
“That’s it, you’re not getting any pancakes”.
“Come on Sam, it was a joke” you protested as he feigned anger, his arms akimbo, the Elsa apron looking a little too small on his frame, you stifled your giggles as you pouted, giving him your infamous puppy dog eyes.
Eyes that you knew Sam could never say no to.
“Please, I’ll do anything” that was partially true because Sam’s pancakes were to die for, literally, especially the chocolate flavoured ones.
“Anything?” Sam questioned, and you nodded confidently, knowing that the worse that could happen was you having dishwashing duties for a week.
“Bucky’s staying over for a few days-“
“No! Come on!”
“Just get along with him, Freaky Magoo’s not that bad”. Sam adds, raising an eyebrow as he picks up the plate of pancakes, tempting you with the treat.
“I’ll just have to take the pancakes away, hey AJ you want pancakes?” he asked, shooting you a grin and you sighed, snatching your plate over.
“Fine, I will try to get along with that ass” you mumbled, rolling your eyes, hating the fact that you had to see him again.
“Ouch doll, didn’t know that was how you thought of me” you groaned at the sound of the oh so familiar voice, grumbling as you turned back, your eyes meeting his cerulean blue ones
Bucky shot you a boyish smirk as he picked up a mug, his metal hard flexing around the handle as he fills it up with steaming hot coffee, his gaze fixated on you as he brought it up to his lips.
“That’s what everyone thinks of you” you retorted, picking up your plate of pancakes, believing that maybe, the treat was worth spending the next few days with the brunette, but the way he stood there, dressed in nothing but that black shirt that seemed just a size too small, easily stretching over his biceps and his sweatpants that hung a little too low on his hips had you thinking of something else entirely, not that you’d admit it.
“Aren’t you just a ray of sunshine?” Bucky replied, not missing the glare you threw his way, chuckling when you did.
God, did he love to push your buttons, there was something about the way you flared up that did things to him, pushed him forward, drew him to you like a moth to a flame, god how he wished to just press you face down against the granite countertop and fuck the sass out of you.
His eyes were glued to your figure, the way your nipples pressed against the flimsy tank top made him wonder what it would feel like to bury his face in between your mounds, or how it would feel to have your squirm under him as he eats your sweet cunt, bury his face in that pretty cunt of yours, feel your juices flowing down his chin, hell, all he wanted was to see your pink lips wrapped around his cock, your head bobbing as you choked on it.
The way your shorts showed of the curve of your perfect ass was enough to make Bucky rock hard, he could feel his growing erection press against the front of his pants as his mind filled with thoughts that were far from innocent, and he couldn’t help but allow himself to delve further into it.
“None of your business Barnes” you shot back, crossing your legs as you cut into your pancakes, picking up the maple syrup and pouring it over your breakfast.
The brunette watched as you sipped on your iced water, his eyes following a bead of condensation that fell from the mug on to your chest, rolling down the valley between your breasts, fuck, all he could think was how god damn beautiful your tits were.
You smirked, licking your lips, rolling your shoulders back to accentuate your chest, your white tank top tightening around your mounds, the fabric rubbing against your already taut nipples, making them harder than they already were.
And in that moment, you will never forget the look Bucky had on his face, he has never looked at you like the he was now and you relished in it.
To make matters worse, you suck your index finger into your mouth, finishing up the maple syrup that stained it, letting it with a pop.
“You were saying Bucky?” You ask albeit too innocently, smiling when you finally made the brunette go speechless.
“Nothing doll,” he replied smoothly, watching, his eyes fixed on you as you placed your plate in the sink, walking out of the kitchen with a swagger in your step that kept his gaze occupied on your ass, your hips swaying and all he wished for was to feel his fingers dig into your hips, oh, how that would feel as he was balls deep buried in your heat.
“Staring much?” Sam teased as the brunette groaned, his cock rock hard and painful as he tried to push the obscene thoughts of pounding into you mercilessly out of his head.
The way you had licked your lips made him wonder how good they would look around his cock, it wasn’t his first time imagining that and with you wearing those god damn shorts, it sure as hell wouldn’t be his last.
“Shut up” Bucky grumbled, ignoring his friend’s chuckles, the cup of coffee now forgotten as he made a beeline for his room, pulling off his clothes as he hopped into the shower, the cold water soothing his burning skin, cooling him down.
It was two in the afternoon when you decided that watching a movie would be a great idea to spend the day, after all there wasn’t much that you can do since none of your friends were available to make any plans and even if they were, you were much too comfortable in your Led Zeppelin shirt and shorts to be heading out any time soon.
You turned on Netflix, pressing play on another episode of Friends, your hand digging into your bag of chips as you leaned back onto the cushions.
“Mmhmm” you replied, chuckling when Ross came bursting into apartment. You made the mistake of turning your head to face Bucky, you jaw dropping as your eyes took in the sight before you, your heart thundering in your chest as you struggled to look away.
He was clad in nothing but a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers that literally left nothing to the imagination.
His biceps looked a lot better than you thought they looked, you knew that he pakced muscle but hell, to see them was entirely different, you never even knew that he had abs, you bite your lip as you found yourself staring, well more like ogling at him, he sure had a nice ass, that much you could see.
“You should just take a photo doll, it’ll last you a lot longer” Bucky said, shooting you a grin as he plopped down on the seat beside you, propping his legs up on the coffee table much to your annoyance, he knew you hated it when he did that.
“Of you? No way”. You retorted as you slapped his hand away from your chips, ignoring the fake pout he gave you.
“Get your own” you grumble, as you continued to watch the show, trying to ignore the glances that Bucky shot you, your skin heating up as your heart raced, the feeling of his gaze upon you had you shifting just a little closer.
You looked over to the brunette who had his eyes fixed to the television, your eyes skimming his frame, cursing internally when you did that because you didn’t miss the way the front of his boxers was stretched at the front, and you sure as heck did not miss the way his cock bulged through the fabric, god, he was big, and you couldn’t help but wonder how it’d feel like for him to stretch you out so perfectly
You could feel heat pooling between your legs, your breath hitching in your throat when Bucky casually placed his hand on your bare thigh.
“You alright princess?” He asked with a smirk, almost as if he knew what he was doing to you, and as much as you hated to admit it, your found yourself caving in to his advances.
“Y-yeah” you mumbled as you forced yourself to tear your eyes from him, keeping your focus on the television, shivers running up and down your spine as he slowly but surely slid his hand up higher, his fingertips ever so gently brushing against your skin, you knew just what he was doing and yet he was making you crave the feeling of his touch, to feel him touch you in all the right spots, a part of you wanted so badly to taste Bucky, to feel his lips moving against yours, to see if it was just as you had imagined it to be, if they were as soft as they looked, you wanted to run your fingers through his hair, pull him close as your lips mesh with his, you wanted it all, to feel his carelessly fuck you into oblivion, then filling you up to the brim with his warm cum.
The living room felt as hot as a sauna despite the air conditioner being set on the lowest temperature, the air was thick with tension as you bite your lip, feeling your heart hammering in your chest, your mind spinning with anticipation as Bucky’s metal digits slid up your thigh.
The sounds of the voices on television sounded like white noise as he brushed his fingers at the front of your shorts, you bite down on your bottom lip, stifling a whimper when he pressed the pads of his fingers against your covered cunt, gently rubbing on your bundle of nerves.
“Tell me you don’t want this darling, and I’ll stop” the brunette said softly, your eyes meeting his blue ones, your lips inches away from his soft ones, he leaned forward, everything about him reeling you in, the scent of his cologne and aftershave was addicting, and the thoughts that were swimming in your head urged you to and just like that you give in to him.
“Please” you whimper and in a span of a second, Bucky crashed his lips onto yours savagely, all tongue and teeth as he gripped the back of your neck, pulling you close to him as he deepened the kiss hungrily, his hand sliding underneath your shirt, groaning when he realised you weren’t wearing a bra as the cool of his metal fingers brushes against your tits.
Your body arched into his as he hooked his hands underneath your thighs, hoisting you up with ease as he roughly placed you down above him, your fingers carding through his hair as your tongues intertwined, fighting for dominance, one which he won easily, grinning into the kiss as he cupped your mound, fingers playing with your peak, earning a moan out of you.
The living room was filled with your soft whimpers and Bucky’s ragged breaths. He claimed you with his touch, his fingers digging into your hips as he bruised you with his kiss.
The brunette’s kisses were hurried and forceful as you took his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging it playfully as you rock your hips against his, teasing him, not stopping until. you earn a low groan from the back of his throat, you smirk as he squeezes your waist, his cock twitching in his boxers.
“You sure teasing me is the best way darling?” Bucky asks as you roll your hips against his, god the number of times he had imagined seeing you on flush on top of him was nothing compared to when you were, it sure was a sight to behold.
“I don’t know Bucky, but it sure as hell is fun” you purr as you pepper kisses down his jaw, your hand sliding down to palm him through the elastic fabric as you nuzzle in his neck.
The brunette chuckled, gently hooking a finger under your chin, tilting your face up as your eyes met his lust filled ones. “You gonna that pretty mouth of yours to work?” he growled as he gave your ass a firm squeeze.
“You know I will” you said, a sultry smile on your face as you got off him, getting down on your knees before him as he flattened his palms against the couch and lifting his hips as you pull down his boxers, his cock springing out, standing tall and rock hard, pre cum leaking from it’s swollen tip.
You lick your lips as you wrap your hand around his base, giving him a few pumps, using his pre cum as lubrication as you pumped him in your hand.
“Lost for words princess?” Bucky asked, a cocky smirk on his face.
“Hardly, I’ve had bigger” you said, your eyes meeting his cerulean blue ones that were blown wide with lust, watching as your tongue dampened his cock with your saliva, making it easier for you to pump him in your grip.
“Ffuck,” Bucky growled, the sight before him made him want to do nothing more than to pull you up, rip those shorts off and plough into you, wanting nothing more than to feel your warm, wet pussy engulf his cock.
You gently lick a thick stripe from his base to his tip, tasting his pre cum and peppering kitten licks on his thick length before you slowly took him into your mouth, your lips wrapping around his cock.
Bucky watched with bated breath as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock, groaning when you swirled your tongue around his tip.
“Aren’t you just a little slut, begging for my cock” he groans as his fingers knotted in your hair, tugging with enough strength to make you moan as he guided your head up and down his member, laying his head back against the cushion, trying to control his breathing as he stifled his moans, watching with his eyes half lidded as you took him into the depths of your mouth.
Bucky looked so beautiful with his bottom lip held hostage by his teeth and his hips bucking up to meet your warm mouth. His bare ass stuck to the leather of the sofa as your fingertips claw at his thighs as his tip hit the back of your throat, your moan sending sweet vibrations up his shaft.
Bucky was so close that you could taste the bittersweetness of his cum each time your tongue swirled around the tip of his cock.
Pulling out the big guns, you cupped his balls in your hands, massaging them gently, watching as Bucky’s mouth hung open, his grip on your hair tightening as he pushed your head further down his shaft, groaning your name as you basked in every sweet, angelic sound that fell from those lips as he rewarded you with ribbons of cum that you happily swallowed before letting him go.
Bucky didn’t waste any time, pulling you up as his lips devoured yours, his hands circling your waist as he pulled you down into his lap as his lips moved against yours in a feverish kiss, groaning when he tasted himself on your tongue.
In one fluid motion, your shirt hits the floor, your chest heaves and your heart thunders in your chest hard and fast.
Bucky growled as he presses open mouthed kisses to your neck, making you whimper as he stains your skin with purple bruises, his hand cupping your breast as he cages your nipple in between his thumb and index finger, rolling it.
“I-I need you” you whimper as he smirks against your skin, that was all it took for the brunette to flip you on to the couch.
“Hands and knees angel” he growls, making you moan as he smacks your ass, watching as you did as you were told, whimpering when his fingers trail your inner thighs before hooking into the waistband of your shorts and pulling them down, groaning when he saw how sopping wet your pussy was, you were dripping with anticipation as he presses a metal digit against your slick, your hips rolling back against him, the feeling of the cool metal stinging your cunt making you whimper.
“Tell me who’s making you this wet? You just wanna be fucked like the dirty slut you are don’t you?” Bucky growls as he slides his finger to your clit, a low moan escaping your lips as he rubs teasing circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves, clearly enjoying the way your body was reacting to his touch, your pussy throbbing in excitement as your body craved for more.
“You, Bucky, please” you whimper, and you hear him chuckle as he replaces his digits with his thick length, pressing his cockhead past your folds as you backed your hips into his, desperate for the brunette to thrust into you. But he only chuckled lowly, continuing to tease your dripping cunt with his dick,
“So, so eager princess, use your words kitten” the brunette said as he slowly pushed his cock past your folds.
“Please Bucky,” you cried out, “please fuck me” you plead, you could practically see the grin on his face as he knotted his fingers in your hair, pulling until your back was against his chest.
“You have no fuckin idea how long I’ve been waiting” he growls, nipping at your ear and without warning, slams into you making you cry out as he stretched you out deliciously, your walls clamping down on his cock almost instantly, making Bucky groan as he pulls out.
“Want to feel you cream around my cock, so fucking tight,” he adds, making you grip the cushions, your fingers digging into the leather as he thrusts back into your heat.
Bucky gripped your hips tightly as you rolled them against his cock, whimpering as pounds into you mercilessly, not caring if his fingertips left bruises on your hips as you cry out in pleasure, back arching as he slams back into you.
“My pretty little slut, so fucking pretty” Bucky growls, his hips snapping as you bite down on your bottom lip, your attempts to stifle your moans failing ever so miserably as you cry, tears brimming around the corner of your eyes as your walls tightened around him.
Bucky tugged at your hair, forcing your head back giving him access as he bites the flesh of your neck, the immense pleasure making you screw your eyes shut as he pushes you to the edge of your orgasm, his thrusts becoming erratic as he encourages you to dive head first into euphoria.
“I’m gunna cum” you moan, your body convulsing as he pulled you close.
“That’s it kitten, cum for me,” Bucky soothes as you cave in, entering a state of nirvana as your walls pulsates around his cock, white spots filling your vision as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you, your throbbing walls sending the brunette to his own release, groaning as he spills his seed inside of you, your body still trembling as you came down from high.
Bucky pulls out slowly, setting you down onto the couch, his cum trailing down your inner thigh and onto the leather as he collapses beside you, his arm around you as he rubs soothing circles down your back.
You were about to lay down on his chest when you both heard the familiar jingle of keys, the two of you gathering your clothes before up and running into your bedroom as the apartment door opened, you hurriedly threw Bucky one of his many shirts while you pulled on your own.
“Shit” Bucky curses.
“We didn’t clean the sofa, and I forgot-“
“I swear I’m gonna kill you both, the damn sofa is new!” You wince at Sam’s voice followed by Sarah’s laughter, knowing that they had probably found out about the bonding session you and Bucky had whilst he was gone.
“Wanna make a run to the boat?” you ask, panting lightly as you tossed him a pair of pants.
“Sounds good doll”
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Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Fluff, Smut, breeding kink, dick too bomb
It’s those goddamn shorts. Bucky is trying hard not to glare at you, sprawled comfortably on the bed as you lounge. He’s got a love/hate relationship with those fucking shorts—mainly because every time you wear them, it’s just a torturous countdown to inevitable moment he rips them off. It’s miserably hot in the apartment—the central air is on the fritz, and the accompanying heatwave isn’t doing the apartment any favors.
You’ve stripped off the oversized t-shirt you’d been wearing, and now rested in only your strappy, black sports bra, your legs making a “4” as you tried to touch as little of your own skin to yourself as possible. Bucky’s sitting at the desk across from the bed, doing his best to respond to Steve’s emails about their newest client—but he can’t concentrate.
Not when he can see the puffy, fatty curve of your cunt lips through the fucking fabric. Bucky’s half sure if he stares hard enough, the fabric might give a little, and maybe he’ll see even more. Your ass wiggles invitingly as you adjust a little, and Bucky groans quietly. You’re paying him less than no mind as you scroll through social media on your phone.
I have to respond to Steve about the security cameras. Bucky thinks uselessly to himself as he stares hard at the soft, tempting vee between your legs. Gotta okay the team for the install. You laugh softly at something before you sigh, dropping your phone as you pop up onto your knees. Oh fuck. You stretch like a cat, your perfect ass in the air and he can’t take it, pushing himself forcefully away from the desk as he storms over to the bed.
You squeak with surprise as his hands find your hips, yanking you backward. Your phone clatters to the ground, and your shrill “Hey!” is lost as he tugs at the elastic waist band of those tiny, godforsaken, perfect fucking shorts. He’s already hard, has been for he doesn’t even know how long, just from watching you.
“Shhh,” he says softly, and groans as he peels the stretchy blue fabric away from the pliant, round cheeks of your ass. “Teased me all morning in these fuckin’ things, doll.” He cups just underneath them, pushing up so that the soft flesh is compressed and then releases, watching mesmerized as it jiggles. “Fuck.”
Of course you’re not wearing any panties, and when he points it out, you giggle sheepishly. “It’s too hot for that, Buck.”
Fuck, he’s gonna ruin you.
He moves away just long enough to tug the offending garment down your thighs before settling between them himself. The bed is at the perfect height for him to nestle the thick, throbbing weight of his cock between your thighs, and he’s unable to contain the stream of curses that leak from his lips at the sight.
He pushes your thighs apart, and you let him, resting your head on your forearms as you peer cheekily over your shoulder at him. You wiggle your hips again, and you brush the curve of his belly. He’d been self conscious before, whenever he touched you, whenever any of his body touched yours. But as of late, that embarrassment has been fleeting, especially when he gets to focus on so many other riveting things—
Like the noise you make when he runs an appreciative finger up your damp slit. It’s amazing, how you get wet for him so easy, like you were made for him. He pulls away and you mewl in disappointment.
“Buck—!” Whatever words you were going to say die in your throat as his tongue sweeps up the same path his finger took, slipping between your folds with practiced ease. You’re spread open before him like a fucking buffet, and he doesn’t have the self control not to taste you. “God!” You exclaim, pushing your hips back toward his face. “T-thought you were w-working!”
“Can’t concentrate,” he mumbles from between your legs, thrusting his tongue into the sopping mess of your cunt. “Could only think about this.” There’s a flood of fresh slick against his tongue, and he grins against you, wrapping his lips around your clit. Fuck, you’re so perfect. He’s not sure how he got this lucky, how he managed to pull this one off, but the smell and taste of you on his tongue assures him this is real.
You keen when his tongue travels up to the tight ring of your asshole, your hands fisting in the pillows and sheets. “Bucky, oh fuck, I—” You’re close, he can always tell, the way your body clenches and your words seem to fail all at once. There’s no time for displeasure as the head of his cock pushes at you, and Bucky leans back to watch, openmouthed and cursing as his leaking crown splits you apart.
Bucky’s as surprised as you are when you cum as he enters, and he curses, going down to one arm as he hunches over you, riding it out. You’re clenching down furiously around him, wetness spilling from your sweet pussy down onto his length, his thighs, the bed. It’s everything he can do not to join you in shaking completion—only because he wants more. Wants to take you further, wants to fuck you till you’re screaming and crying.
“Such a pretty pussy, doll,” he growls raggedly, pulling out slow to marvel at your wetness on his cock. Your cunt’s like a wet fucking fist, tight and gripping onto him like you’ll die if he stays gone too long. You sob into the sheets and pillows when he bottoms out, his heavy balls tapping against your ass. God, he’s sure even if he didn’t move you could make him cum, feeling your wet-velvet walls pulsing around him.
“Fuckin’ hungry cunt,” he curses, his fingers sinking into the softness of your hips as he bears down. “Gonna feed her for you, sweetheart, don’t you worry.”
There’s nothing leaving your lips but useless, meaningless babble; gibberish screamed into the sheets as he fucks you. Bucky leans down to wrap his arm around your middle, pulling you up to press your back against his chest. Tears stain your cheeks, and your chin is wet with drool.
“Oh sweetheart. Fuckin’ ruined you, didn’t I?” He coos, cupping your chin with his vibranium hand as the other pins you against him. Again, you’re close again, and the thought fills him with delirious pride. Fuck, he’s so deep in you, it’s more than perfection, it’s heaven. And that’s before you part those pretty lips to say—
“Wan’ you t’fill me up, Buck,” the plea makes his cock throb as his grip on you tightens for just an instant. He’s not even sure he really heard it as he slams back into you, your overworked cunt still sucking desperately at his cock. He growls at you, his teeth scraping across the skin at your throat as he thrusts harder, faster.
“Say it again,” he snarls, biting down hard enough to bruise. You mewl, more nonsense leaving your mouth. “Now.”
“I—fuck, oh God—I want you t’fill my pussy up, Buck, please,” you whine, rolling your hips backward into his. He’s never heard you beg for it like this before, beg for his cock, his cum, and fuck it’s doing things to him.
“Didn’t know my girl was such a needy fucking cockslut,” he bites the words out harshly between thrusts, and you grip him like a vice, the rising crescendo of your mewls and whimpers spurring him on. He bottoms out inside you, and a hoarse sob is his answer. “Whassa’matter, baby?” He taunts, panting. “Fucked you dumb?”
Your body convulses as you cum again, your walls milking him until Bucky cums with a hoarse shout. Pleasure crackles electrically up and down his spine, and he’s dimly aware of the bruising hold he has on your hips as he empties himself into your cunt. When Bucky can feel his toes again, he releases you, and you sag slowly down onto the bed with a satisfied little moan.
Bucky reluctantly pulls his softening cock from you with a hiss, admiring the thick drips of his cum that flow from your swollen, throbbing cunt. He collapses on the bed beside you, and you snuggle up against his side, draping your thigh across his own and your arm across his belly.
“What brought that on?” You ask tiredly, drawing absent patterns across his chest. Bucky grins down at you.
“Those fucking shorts.”
“Do you not like the color?” You chirp innocently up at him. “I’ve got more.”
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Cake || Bucky Barnes
pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader
summary: you and your boyfriend bucky barnes head down to the wilson residence for a barbecue. sam’s nephews adore the both of you and as you watch bucky play with the kids you’re ready to tell your boyfriend that you’re pregnant
a/n: gif credit- @davidsfincher ; i will never get over this scene. reblogs and/or replies are super appreciated!!
word count: 2.7k
warnings: pure fluff based on episode six, mentions of pregnancy
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“I say we get the vanilla one.”
Standing besides you in the supermarket aisle with his arms crossed, your boyfriend turned to look at you with disgust written all over his face.
“Vanilla?” Bucky said, shaking his head. “Are you kidding, Y/n? All kids like chocolate.”
As he was speaking, Bucky reached out to pull one of the chocolate cakes off of the shelf it was sitting on, but you swat his hand away.
“Oh yea?” You asked. “And what makes you the expert on what kids like?”
Uncrossing his arms, he waved his hand in your face.
“Metal arm.” He said. “Also don’t pretend like Sam’s nephews didn't love me last time we were there.”
You couldn't argue with that. The last time the two of you had been to the Wilson residence in between missions, Sam’s nephews absolutely adored the super soldier. They couldn't get enough of the one hundred and six year-old man with the vibranium arm and the fun they had messing with him.
You had just as much joy watching the interactions between the three of them. You couldn’t help but entertain the idea of starting a family of your own with Bucky.
The two of you had been dating for years- not including the five year blip the two of you had been snapped from existence in- and had often discussed the idea of getting married and having children in the future. You didn’t think you would be ready yet, but as you watched children be in absolute awe of your boyfriend, you felt as though the pieces began to fell into place.
And funnily enough- they did.
You had been feeling sick and exhausted for the past few weeks, but you figured it was on account of the missions you had been going on with Sam and Bucky. When the symptoms continued while you stayed at the Wilson’s home for the weekend while Bucky helped Sam fix the boat- you had taken pregnancy test.
It was positive.
Although you knew that you and Bucky could handle it, you were still in absolute shock realizing that you were going to be starting a family- you were going to be responsible for more than just making sure you and your friends didn’t get killed fighting bad guys- you were going to be a parent.
The only person who knew was Sam’s sister, Sarah. She was the only one inside the house when you had taken the test and when she had heard you pacing around the bathroom, hyperventilating, she opened the unlocked door and immediately saw the pregnancy test in your hands. You had sworn her to secrecy, making sure she didn’t tell your boyfriend or her brother, promising her that you would tell them when the time was right... but with the mission in New York City coming immediately after your stay, you hadn't found the right opportunity to tell Bucky yet.
However, you told yourself that you finally would tonight... after attending the barbecue.
“Yeah, yeah.” You rolled your eyes. “I can’t argue with that. They did love you, but that doesn’t mean you know anything about cake.”
Reaching his hand out for the chocolate cake again he scoffed. “I’m not taking advice from someone who wants to bring a vanilla cake to a party-”
You swat his hand again. “We’re not getting the chocolate.”
“Yes,” He insisted, inching his face closer to yours. “We are.”
“No. We’re not.”
“Can I help you guys with anything?” You heard a worker ask from behind you.
Backing away from your boyfriend you smiled, shaking your head.
“No, we’re fine. Thank you.”
As you watched the worker nod before walking down the aisle, you turned back to your boyfriend.
“Okay fine.” You said. “We’ll compromise. Ice cream cake?”
You watched as Bucky’s eyes widened. “Wait! There’s ice cream cake?”
Twenty minutes later you and Bucky had arrived at the barbecue, your boyfriend taking the cake out of your hands as he stepped out of the car.
As you made your way around the front of the vehicle you watched as Sam’s nephews bombarded Bucky, play fighting with him as he faked attacking them back, making sure to dodge their fists from knocking over the cake in his hands.
You couldn’t deny the way the sight made your heart fill so much you swore it could’ve exploded right in your chest.
As you watched the scene unfold, hearing the laughter erupting from the children around him while he faked getting hurt, you heard Sarah come up behind you.
“You know,” She said, crossing her arms and standing beside you. “You almost scared me to death watching you on the news.”
Glancing at her beside you, you shrugged. “I was fine.” You said. “That wasn’t the first fight I’ve been in.”
“I just can’t believe they let you go.” She said.
“What? What do you mean?”
“What do I mean?” She laughed. “I can’t believe they would let you go do something so dangerous like that knowing you’re-”
Before she could finish her sentence you swat at her arm, rapidly shaking your head, checking around you to make sure no one was listening to your conversation or had heard what she had just said.
“I didn’t tell them yet.” You told her in a hushed voice.
“What?” She asked. “Why not?”
“I couldn’t tell them. If I did they would have never let me go- especially Bucky- but I couldn’t let them go in by themselves like that. You’ve seen the Flag Smashers, Sarah.”
“How long are you going to keep this a secret?” She asked.
“I was going to tell him today.” You told her. “We just needed to sort out the Flag Smashers before I could even think about telling him I’m pregnant-”
At the sound of Sam’s voice, you and his sister immediately spun around to be met with Sam standing behind you, only a foot away.
You watched as his mouth dropped and his eyes grew wide and you felt your heart began to race in your chest, knowing that you had just exposed your secret to Sam- you and Bucky’s shared best friend.
“Sam...” You said.
“I-” He stumbled over his words, trying to piece the information together. “You’re pregnant?”
“Yes, but you can’t tell Bucky.” You pleaded, gripping his bicep. “I haven’t told him yet.”
“What?” He exclaimed looking between you and his sister. “How long have you known? Why haven’t you told him yet?”
Playing with one of the rings on your fingers, made anxious by the conversation, you focused your gaze on the water behind him, not able to meet his eyes.
“I found out last time I was here.” You said. “So I found out like a week ago. You can't blame me though, Sam, if I told him he would of never let me go help you guys in New York.”
“Yeah!” Sam nodded. “Neither would I. You could of died!”
“But I didn’t!” You said. “Just don’t tell him okay, Sam? I’m going to tell him tonight.”
Before anymore could be said, you heard the sound of your name being called by Sam’s nephews and spun around to find them running in your direction.
“Hey guys!” You laughed, a smile reaching your face once again.
Watching them run towards you, you knew what they wanted before they even had to ask. Stretching out your arms, you moved your hands in the direction of each of the boys, using your powers to lift them a maximum of three feet above the ground- not wanting to upset their mother. You smiled as you watched the boys laugh about how “awesome” it was in awe as they looked down at the ground three feet below them.
You felt Sam’s hand land on your shoulder.
“I’m happy for you, Y/n.” You heard Sam say, leaning in closer so no one outside of your current group could hear him. “You both are going to be great parents. Just tell him soon, okay?”
He pat your shoulder one last time before walking past you and his nephews you were still currently floating midair.
“How come when I ask you guys if you want to fly you say no?” Sam asked.
“She’s using magic!” Cass exclaimed.
“Yeah, Uncle Sam.” AJ agreed. “That’s way cooler.”
Sam threw his hands up in the air, walking in the opposite direction and as he did you lowered the boys to the ground, much to their disappoint. When they scurried off in the direction of their uncle, your eyes met Bucky’s staring at you, smiling from across the way of where you had just been levitating Sam’s nephews.
“Look at you!” He said, smiling, reaching out his arms for you.
“Me?” You laughed. “You just had a whole choreographed fight scene with the boys. You’re like their cool uncle.”
You watched as your boyfriend pulled off his sunglasses and smiled at you, resting his vibranium hand on your waist.
“Only if you’re their cool aunt.”
You smiled. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
Afterwards the two of you went to eat and spent the remainder of the meal sharing a table with Sam, his sister and his nephews. Despite the dangerous mission the three of you had been dealing with the past week, the table was full of laughter and joy that you were happy to welcome in.
Even when the cake that you had brought was sliced, you and Bucky smiled at each other from across the table when the boys scoffed down their slice of ice cream cake that contained both vanilla and chocolate- your compromise having worked in the end for the better. At times you even used your abilities to pull the fork out of your boyfriend’s hand just as he was about to bite down on a slice of cake, hearing the boy’s laugh as they watched the super soldier roll his eyes at you.
“Ha ha.” Bucky would say. “Very funny... what is that? Three times now? Really, Y/n?”
But he knew you would continue to do it as long as you continued to hear the sounds of awes coming out of the boys’ mouths and he couldn’t fault you for that. Instead sneaking you a smile when you brought the fork back into his grasp.
At the end of the evening when everyone had began to make their way home, the sun setting over the horizon, you helped tidy up with the Wilson siblings. When the tables were all wiped clean, you brushed your hands off on your bottoms, watching as Bucky sat on the edge of the dock, the golden hue of the sunset setting on his features.
Glancing over your shoulder as Sarah ushered her children back home, you saw Sam throw you a thumbs up. When your eyes met his you smiled, mouthing a “thank you” before he turned in the direction of his sister, following her path back home.
Sighing to yourself you turned back to your boyfriend.
You were going to tell him. You were going to finally tell him you were pregnant.
You took one last deep breath, taking in the last moment before Bucky and your’s life changed forever.
Making your way towards your boyfriend you kneeled behind him, your chest meeting his back as you wrapped your arms around his chest.
“Hi.” You whispered.
“Hi doll.” He hummed, moving his hands to hold yours that were resting against his chest.
“Had a nice day?” You asked, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against his cheek.
You felt as his chest rumbled when he chuckled, staring out over the water while the sun continued to set, its reflection turning the water gold.
“Yeah.” He said. “I wish it could be like that every day, you know?”
You knew what he meant. You understood that he was talking about the peace, the joy, the laughter- the normalcy. You understood that he was talking about how your lives were so hectic and always would be due to the hand you had been dealt with super human abilities. You could never have a normal life, but you also understood that it was more than just never having to fight or go on a mission again- it was the feeling of family, of caring and of love.
“I know it can’t be like that every day.” You said. “But would you... would you settle for most days?”
You felt his hands squeeze yours a bit more, tilting his head back to get a better look at you.
“What are you talking about?”
“Would you settle for most days, Buck?” You asked again. “Would it all be worth it even if you still had to fight?”
He answered in a heartbeat.
“Of course it would.” Bucky said. “I’d fight for one day of this.”
You unwrapped your arms from around his chest, moving to kneel besides him on the dock so he could face you. Knowing what you were about to say, you took in the moment, breathing in the fresh air and memorizing the way his face looked in the golden hour.
You watched as his face dropped and you were almost worried until a wide smile reached across his face.
“You’re pregnant?” He asked, so in disbelief he sounded as though the wind had been knocked right out of him.
You smiled, nodding your head and took his hand in yours. “I am. I found out a few days ago-”
“Wait.” He cut you off. “A few days ago? Did you know you were pregnant when we fought in New York City?”
Staring at his face now, confronting the issue, you were suddenly very interested in the frosting he had somehow gotten on the bottom of his shirt, tugging on the hem and scratching it off.
“Okay, yes. I knew.” You confessed.
Rather than the fed up, overprotective reaction you were expecting, you felt Bucky’s hands reach to cup your face, forcing you to look at him. Rather than anger in his eyes, all you saw was worry and you were wishing you had never gone and fought just so you could save yourself from seeing him like that.
“Promise me you won’t fight anymore.” He said. “At least until the baby’s here- God I can’t believe we’re having a baby- just promise me okay? If anything happened to either of you I wouldn’t know what to do with myself-”
“I promise, Buck.” You assured him, smiling and beginning to feel tears prickle in your eyes. “We’re gonna have a baby.”
You watched as he began to smile once again and the two of you couldn’t help but laugh- so consumed in complete and utter joy. You and Bucky had gone through so much- especially within the last few months- but as you both sat there, so happy you couldn’t help but laugh, you realized it was worth it and you would go through it all again if it meant that at the end of the day you two would come back to each other every single time.
For the first time in your life, you watched as tears of joy began to fill his eyes, almost as if they had begun to wash away the years of pain that he had suffered previously. Although he was sure he hadn’t fought his last fight... he was sure he was going to be okay. He was happy. He was going to share his life with you. He was going to be a dad.
“We’re gonna have a kid.” He repeated the words, almost as if to convince himself that they were true.
“You’re gonna be such a good dad, Buck.” You told him, laughing through the tears that had begun to fill your eyes. “If you’re half as good at being a dad as you are the ‘cool uncle’- our kid is in good hands.”
“You think so?” He asked.
“I know so, Buck.”
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