#bucky x named!reader

[biteofcherry]

Drip

stucky x female reader

Bucky Barnes x female reader x Steve Rogers; Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

summary: Bucky and Steve graciously make your fantasy of watching them together come true. But it comes for a price. One you may have not be prepared for.

warnings: smut; consensual; D/s undertones; power imbalance; hints of voyeurism; blowjob; handjob; orgasm denial; a small dose of degradation

Masterlist

You could never keep a poker face and you were rather shitty at being stealthy, so it wasn't a surprise that the two supersoldiers noticed the glances you stole their way on occasions.

They probably recognized more than glances, since you couldn't help but feel hot all over and clenched whenever you saw the two of them kiss. Or show any brief touch of intimacy.

Their relationship wasn't a secret, but Steve and Bucky weren't big on public displays of affection.

Around the compound they acted professional and sweet, presenting a healthy dose of love for each other. Perfect, charming gentlemen.

It only spurred your imagination further, as you spent nights in your bed with your hand between your thighs, thinking of how passionate they were with each other when no one was looking.

When they cornered you in an empty corridor, after you did a quick inventory of the quinjet post-mission, you had no quick wit to bullshit your way out of the trouble.

However, the expected lecture on being inappropriate (and perhaps relocated to a different post for making them feel uncomfortable and objectified) didn't happen.

Instead, you were invited to join them in the shower.

You really should've said no. Show them that your fantasies had their limit and you weren't a perv eager to become a true voyeur.

But there was something in the way they spoke to you that was coercive.

Steve’s tone wasn’t exactly an order, but it was shaped like an invitation you couldn’t refuse, or else there would be consequences (even if no threat was laid). 

Bucky somehow steered your body, so that you were already walking along with them while they revealed they’ve caught you staring at them on multiple occasions. They weren't a flirtatious types, but they were acutely aware when someone desired them. Especially when that someone was really bad at hiding that craving.

Embarrassment swallowed you whole, making you squirm as you padded between the two men. Then a rush of adrenaline and excitement won, clouding your better judgment as they asked for your final decision. 

If it was to be your last day of work for the Avengers, you would at least be an unemployed pervert who got to see Captain America and Winter Soldier naked and touching.

A currency no salary could match.

Though your bravado dispersed as you stepped into the showers few minutes later.

You felt uncertain as you took small steps across the wood-imitating tiles. The spa-like design of the compound’s bathrooms not working its calming magic at the moment. 

As you approached the two men, who were already naked and standing under the sprays, your own nudity and body consciousness made you curl in on yourself. 

"Are you sure it's okay?" You asked, stopping a few steps away.

You weaved one of your arms across your breasts, the other nervously around your middle as you squeezed your thighs. 

For a fleeting moment you hoped they’d change their mind and you get to run away to hide in shame. It would be mortifying, but less than actually exposing yourself and your reactions to them. 

Funny how it was supposed about you watching them, but turned into you being put into a more vulnerable position.

Somehow it skipped your horny mind that you would be naked and alone with two handsome, very powerful and overwhelming men.

Their heated, dark gazes locked on you made your heart rate accelerate, enhancing the sense of being the main entertainment of this whole arrangement. 

Suddenly, the charming, protective Captain and sweet, quiet Soldier were gone and instead you were facing the stifling flame of hunger of potential predators. It was more potent than what your needy imagination provided. Perhaps more than you were really able to handle.

Steve’s gaze slid over you from head to toe, so slow and intense it felt as if he touched you with his fingers. 

Your nipples instantly pebbled.

"If we weren't fine with you dripping down your thighs as you watch us, we wouldn't ask you to join us in the shower." 

Fuck. 

If he kept talking like that, in that lower, deeper tone, you really would be dripping down your thighs for them in no time. 

It was Bucky who moved toward you, taking slow, but sure steps. Gently, he wrapped his fingers around your wrist and pulled your arm away from your chest. When your breasts were displayed fully, you heard a synchronized purr of approval.

He guided you to stand between two sprays then pushed you back slightly, until your back hit the tiled wall. 

Some drops of water bounced your way, but mostly it was the warm mist settling on your skin in the little safe nook Bucky put you in.

A front row to watch the two of them just mere inches away from you.

Water cascaded down their naked bodies. Your eyes couldn’t catch up with all the trickles, though you so desperately wanted to study them all. Lavish with your tongue each contour of muscle and crevice. Trace the veins that protruded down their arms and just above hip and curving down onto…

"You like what you see, starburst?" Bucky hummed, forcing your gaze to snap up to his.

The nickname was something new. They always addressed you by your name. But you had no trouble realizing what inspired this one - they had to notice the small tattoo on your hip.

Swirls of gray in Bucky’s blue irises seemed warmer than ever before. His mouth was curved in an amused smile, making your heart flutter silly as if you were a teenage girl offered a flash of interest from the boy you had a crush on. 

Bucky lathered his hands with soap and he moved them across Steve’s chest, up to his neck then down his arms; stroking those sculpted muscles. 

You followed that movement nearly whimpering in despair that it wasn’t you who got to touch.

"He's magnificent, isn't he?" Bucky’s hands traveled all over Steve’s body, while his gaze remained locked on you. 

"Would you like to worship his perfect body?" He asked.

At your eager nod something glinted in his eyes. Bucky’s voice resounded with a dark command, even as his face remained softly serene:

"Then drop to your knees, doll. Worshipers are on their knees before their gods."

Before you fully comprehended the undertone of degradation in the latter sentence, your knees were already hitting the tiles. 

As Bucky’s fingers ran down Steve’s stomach then wrapped around the base of his dick, your fingernails dug into the skin of your thighs as tingles of arousal pulled at your nipples and your clit.

"And that cock? Are you aching for that gorgeous, thick cock?" Bucky rasped, stroking Steve steadily.

Steve’s own hand was gripping the back of Bucky’s head, fingers tangled in wet, dark locks. Though his lips were parted on small, pleasant grunts, which he didn’t bother to hide, Steve’s eyes remained focused on you. Drinking in all the reactions showing on your beautiful face.

"Bet you'd love to run your tongue along that vein." Bucky moaned himself as he squeezed Steve tighter.

Your tongue seemed to dart out to lick your lips out of its own volition. Your hands moved, too. One up to cup your breast, the other diving between your thighs. 

"Are you thinking about it, starburst?” Steve asked, nudging Bucky’s hand away and taking a step towards you. Water washed out all the remaining suds off his body, giving you an unobscured view of the glory that was his cock. 

“Imagining how you'd cry as it stretched your little pussy?" 

Your little pussy clenched in fear and arousal at the thought of being filled with it. Even your bolder toys couldn’t compare in size. 

"And what about Bucky's cock, hm?” Steve’s hand splayed on Bucky’s hip when his partner came closer. 

With his other hand he cupped Bucky’s balls, drawing a loud grunt of pleasure from him. Then he ran his fingertips along the underside of Bucky’s cock, before fisting it. 

“Big and long.” Steve gave a few leisurely strokes. “Do you know how deep in your tight ass he could go?"

You weren’t thinking of it - of anyone in your ass - up until now. 

“Oh Stevie,” Bucky chuckled against Steve’s shoulder, where he was peppering kisses and licks, “I think our little starburst has been thinking about my cock up your ass all this time and missed the opportunity to imagine how it could fill her dirty hole.” 

Fingers still wrapped around Bucky’s girth, Steve angled his head to the side. His nose brushed against Bucky’s almost affectionately and then their lips were meeting in a sensual kiss. 

Forced to decide between watching their kiss and Bucky’s dick twitching in Steve’s hand, you let out a pathetic whimper. Your own fingers rubbed tight circles on your aching clit. Tongue itched to lick up the red tip of Bucky’s cock.

“I don’t blame her,” Steve rasped when they parted, “I love having you in my ass, too. Almost as much as I love taking yours.” 

Bucky’s soft laughter didn’t diminish the hotness of the scene. Quite the contrary, the intimacy of it that you were graciously allowed into was making you even more needy. 

Maybe the sinful beauty of their bodies was only a veneer of what you were truly craving. Maybe it's their deep connection and devotion that you got off on, dreaming of experiencing it yourself. Of being loved so strongly.

“Bet she’s thinking about it now.” Their gazes returned to you. “Look at those small fingers trying to satisfy her.”

“Cute,” Steve snorted, but then his eyes narrowed. “Who told you that you could touch yourself, starburst?”

“I-” you stuttered, feeling a wave of shame burn your cheeks from the inside. 

“Hands off.” He commanded and somehow you complied immediately. “You need them free to take care of us, little worshiper.” 

Your eyes widened as you stared up at them. When this whole event began, you were convinced it would just be a twisted little fantasy combined - you watching them, them enjoying being watched.

A hush little encounter with minimum interaction. 

Not only they broke down all the private space limits, but pushed it into entanglement you rarely even dared to fantasize about. 

They moved even closer; their cocks inches from your face as they looked down at you like the gods you made them to be. 

"Be of service, starburst." Bucky ran a single digit along your cheek.  

"Come on. We know you get off on not only imagining the two of us together, but also being with us. This is your chance to earn it."

You gulped as his finger touched your bottom lip then slipped into your mouth. For a short second, but it was enough of an indication how far they wanted to push it. 

“Show us how much you want it.” Steve rocked his hips forward, teasing the tip of his dick along your cheek. “How thankful you are to be here.” 

Hesitation in your movement wasn’t due to discomfort of touching them, but because you didn’t have much experience in the matter. Sure, you gave some quick handjobs and sucked dick before, but it all seemed awkward and poor quality to what Steve and Bucky deserved. 

Perhaps they sensed your nervousness, or maybe they really liked your touch, but the moment you wrapped your small hands around their cocks the praise fell from their lips almost instantly.

“Doing good, starburst.” Bucky stroked your head. “Just follow what you always imagined.”

At first you tried to keep the same rhythm on both shafts, but you weren’t that well coordinated. It didn’t matter though, as you quickly noticed each of them liked things a little different anyway.

Bucky moaned at the measured stroke with more squeeze around the leaking tip, while Steve encouraged you to twist your wrist.

As their sounds of pleasure grew muffled, you flicked up your gaze. The sight of them kissing and touching each other elicited another jolt of arousal; your own lips parting on a quiet moan. 

The puff of your breath tickled the angry red head of Steve’s dick, which twitched in your hand in response. It was all the temptation you needed to open your mouth and taste him. 

Your scientific knowledge wasn’t impressive, but you wondered if it was possible that the serum enhanced that part, because you swore the flavor of Steve on your tongue made you wetter. 

Hollowing your cheeks, you sucked harder. You couldn’t get him much deeper, your gag reflex was too strong to try pushing it at the moment, but you were adamant on making it as satisfying for them as you could. 

After a few beats you switched, swallowing Bucky's cock while you quickened the pace of your strokes on Steve’s dick. Every few moments you glanced up at them, feeding your own pleasure with the sight of them touching each other. 

"Such a good pet." Steve’s praise spurred you on.

Bucky groaned out your real name when you squeezed his balls while suckling on his tip. One of his hands landed on the back of your head, pushing you further down his length. He relented when you choked, but you suspected if encounters like that were to happen in the future, he would at some point deep throat you. 

“Do you want your reward, starburst?” Bucky pulled out, wrapping his own hand around his cock. 

Steve guided your fingers to massage his balls as he too fisted his cock. 

You didn’t expect arousal could spike even higher when you were already so drunk on it. But the idea of them cumming in front of you, for you, was like an electric current that sizzled your brain into mush.

“Yes, please,” you nodded eagerly, licking your lips.

“You can close your eyes, but keep your mouth open and your tongue out.” Steve instructed, his voice strained as he tried to withhold his climax a few more seconds. 

“Fuck,” you heard Bucky curse as you closed your eyes and tilted your face up, obediently opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. “So fucking beautiful, little worshiper.” 

Slick sound of quick strokes combined with the rainy hum of cascading water and the unrestricted moans of two men. Even your own heartbeat seemed to quiet so that you could enjoy the sexy sounds. 

Then warm splashes hit your face. Landed on your tongue, but also across your cheeks and forehead, some dribbled down your chin. 

You waited with your open mouth until they were fully spent, which took more time than expected, before swallowing everything that landed on your tongue. 

“Good girl, starburst.” They swiped ribbons of cum off your face with their fingers, pushing them into your mouth for you to swallow all of it. 

Then one of them easily lifted you up onto your feet and pulled you under a warm spray of water. Though your legs were shaking a bit, two bodies sandwiching you between them provided support.

“Let's get you cleaned." Bucky’s voice was a soft coo in your ear as he massaged shampoo onto your scalp.

Steve lathered your body with soap, stroking everywhere and yet not where you needed it the most. Though satisfied with making them cum, your body was still thrumming with need. One you were impatient to take care of.

"Please!” You arched against Bucky, pushing your chest towards Steve’s wandering hands. You parted your legs wider. “Please, please, I-"

"No." Bucky’s tone remained calm, but his words were firm. "You don't get to cum. Not yet."

“Little worshipers think of their gods’ needs and wishes first.” Despite the degrading and condescending meaning of his words, Bucky made them sound like a soft, caring compliment. 

“And accept their fate, even if it’s to wait for their orgasm for eternity.” 

"You've been such a good girl so far, starburst.” Steve squeezed your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing your gaze to meet his through the falling drops. “I know you can still be obedient and wait for the special reward. Right?"

“Y-yes, Steve.” Your heart pounded at the prospect of getting more from them.

Even if at the moment it was more torment than pleasure.

" ’Atta girl." He smiled. "Now let’s rinse you. Then you can go dry up and dress nicely. We’ll take you out for dinner.” 

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[nightw-izhu]

pleasepleaseplease tag your non-reader friendly posts correctly, I'm tired of thinking one post is an "x reader" but the mc is an oc 🥲🥲🥲🥲

yes we can just imagine ourselves in the oc's place but I'm telling y'all it doesn't hit as hard as reader-insert's 😓

actually this is kinda all applies under the not tagged correctly posts where they get tagged as "male" reader but the content in it is afab 😢 or the non gender-neutral ones getting tagged in a gendered post

#also the oc is usually white or not poc friendly 💀 no offense #it really doesn't hit hard #like it's probably just me but I can't imagine myself when the mc has predetermined looks #and name #dick grayson x reader #remembering them in “x reader” tag #loki laufeyson x reader #marvel x reader #dc x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revenger x reader #jason todd x reader #kenma x reader #genshin x female reader #genshin x male reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #honkai star rail x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #dc x fem!reader #bruce wayne x f!reader #bruce wayne x reader #genshin impact x male reader #könig x female reader #cod x gn!reader #cod x reader #ada wong x reader #fnaf security breach x reader #fnaf x reader

[heavysoldat]

it’s really you (on my mind)

best friend’s brother!bucky barnes x fem!reader

(gif by me)

inseparable since middle school, it was no surprise that you ended up falling for your long-time best friend. what was surprising, was who you actually ended up with at the end of the day.

warnings: SMUT (unprotected vaginal sex, blowjobs, face fucking, finger fucking, dirty talk, name-calling, slightly public sex, consent checks, breeding), angst, insecurities, language, very small age gap, hurt/comfort, a little cheesiness. 

(this is highly inspired by something i watched a while ago, that i cannot remember for the life of me)

A two-week long vacation between two families can go one of two ways: completely fine and dandy, or a total fucking disaster mid-way through.

This one time, it’s not so perfectly black and white.

Your feet are covered in wet sand, sliding through your flip-flops and even found home in the bottoms of your bikini. It doesn’t help, how they drag along the hot pavement on your way back to the shared beach house. 

The crash of the screen door hitting the wall is the last thing on your mind, shaking body making it harder to walk as you storm through the living room, hell-bent on landing upstairs with a crash land onto your temporary mattress. You’re practically dizzy with embarrassment, shame, anxiety and fear— feeling like you just swallowed an entire bottle of Adderall mixed with coffee.

Your own anxiety blinds you from your surroundings— so the sudden, jarring feeling of a hand stopping you via a grip on your wrist is enough to have you letting out a shriek.

“Hey! Hey!” Bucky calls, a lighthearted chuckle gracing his voice, “What’s the hurry?”

You’re breathing shallow and fast, heartbeat practically pounding in your chest; you’re crumbling in on yourself. You try to cover it up, try to calm yourself down, but the shakiness in your breathing and palms is enough to blow your cover. 

“Noth-nothing,” You stutter, barely meeting his gaze. “I’m just- tired, and wet, I just wanna take a shower.”

He goes quiet, smile leaving his features. His eyes are scanning you, scanning you with a softness you rarely see from him. Always the cooler, more aloof, older guy— fresh out of college, hurdling closer towards his future than you’ve ever been. It’s rare; rare that he speaks like this, rare that his voice isn’t threaded with incessant teasing and sarcasm.

With one look down to your shaking hands, fiddling with each other nervously, he steps closer.

“Hey,” His voice is soft, “What’s goin’ on? You’re shaking.”

“Nothing.” You insist— but the tears threatening to spill from your eyes tell a different story.

Bucky grabs your trembling hands, holding them together, “Take a deep breath. Calm down.”

After staring down at his feet, lulling it over in your head, you let out a shaky, trembling breath. You continue, deep, in-and-out, until it’s smooth. Until it’s not withering in your lungs. Until it’s not an uphill battle.

“Can you tell me what’s going on?” Bucky asks, slowly letting go of your hands, letting them fall to your sides.

You watch as he leans back against the marble countertop, on the side next to the bar stools. You rub your right arm with your left hand, still trembling, but at least breathing.

“It’s- uhm,” You’re struggling to get past the wall of anxiety that’s flooding you. “I asked- I asked him out.”

Bucky’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, staring at you with the prompt to elaborate.

“Beckett.”

His eyebrows raise in knowing. “Finally?”

“What?”

He laughs humorlessly, picking at the loose thread on his Baja hoodie. “I mean, I can’t say I didn’t see it coming? I honestly expected you to do it sooner.”

Your eyes grow sad, scared and wary.

“It wasn’t obvious, or anything,” Bucky retracts, hoping to calm you down, “At least, like, not to him. No offense to him, but... my little brothers fucking oblivious. Honestly.”

You hum in response, tugging on your bottom lip with your teeth.

“I’m assuming it didn’t go well?”

You shake your head.

“That’s... really surprising.” His voice raises in pitch, eyebrows going back up. “I mean, I- I always thought, he had a thing for you. I think we all thought it. That’s why, well, I-“

“Really?” You cut him off- tugging on your lip harder when he nods. He watches as your fingers grab onto the skin of your arm harder, pinching it between your fingers with unease.

“Do you want a hug?” Bucky asks, voice soft, eyes soft, but with uncertainty.

You nod, almost childlike, immediately melting when he pulls you into a tight embrace. The fabric of his jacket is enough to warm you, fingers folding into it to pull him tighter.

“I’m getting your jacket wet,” You mumble, muffled, head buried in his chest.

He blows a raspberry, mouth vibrating against your hair, “I don’t care.”

It’s the constant throbbing in your brain— the fear of you being you that keeps dragging you down. The fear that you weren’t good enough, weren’t hot enough, weren’t funny enough. It has you crying softly against his chest, rough sniffling muffling with the fabric.

After a few, long, heavy moments of you rotting against his chest, slightly calmed by the constant rubbing he’s providing to your arms, you finally manage to pull yourself away.

Rubbing a tear from your cheek, you gulp. “I don’t know what I did wrong.”

“Hey, what?” His voice strains, “Don’t say shit like that. It’s not personal, I fuckin’ swear. You didn’t- you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s his own shit. That doesn’t mean you fucked up, or-or you’re fucked up.”

Your eyes continue to water, your wiped away tears still making your cheeks sticky and hot. You still can’t look at him, even when he’s holding you, even when he’s guiding you.

“Then why does it keep happening?” Your voice is barely there. Barely a whisper.

“What?”

You swallow, thick in your throat, sucking your bottom lip in behind your teeth.

“This- it’s the second time I,” You breathe, “I just keep getting turned away, rejected, I feel… I feel so fucking stupid.”

“You’re great. You’re... you’re fun, and you’re smart, and you’re- you’re hot.”

That has you scoffing. It’s not in disdain for him, not in anger— but in sorrow and pity for yourself. The frown on your face is bigger than your own eyes. 

Sensing the tension, the anxiety, he asks: “Do you want to sit down?”

When you say yes, he guides you to the long, L-shaped couch in the corner of the room. Sitting down with you, letting enough space sit between you two so it’s not awkward— but not enough that he can’t comfort you.

“You’re not- you’re not unlovable, or unattractive, or whatever is going through your head right now.” He reassures you, still rubbing your arm with his thumb, “I swear to god.”

When you look at him, you can’t help but feel the words bubbling at your throat, giving you heartburn and scorching your mouth like vomit.

“It was you first.”

First, he’s confused. His eyebrows furrow, his eyes squint, his body tenses. “First?”

But when it hits him, it hits him.

“Oh.” He gasps, “Oh.”

You turn away, staring at the wooden floor poking out from between your feet.

“You never- I never- That’s impossible. I never, I couldn’t have rejected you. You never said anything.” He rambles.

You shake your head.

Oh.

Oh.

His eyes soften.

The years of him dating his past girlfriend; Dot, was her name. They had met in college, hit it off quick, and swallowed up two years of your life. The Instagram photos, the times she slept over, her insistence on PDA and flaunting him anywhere she can— it ate you up. It broke your heart.

“I didn’t know. You didn’t- you never said anything.” He stutters, voice still soft. He sounds sad, almost regretful. He sounds saddened for you and himself. “I’m... I’m sorry. I always thought... I thought you and my brother...” He explains, dread filling his lungs like air. 

Your face only saddens, swallowing thickly. You can’t help but feel your lip quiver, fingers beginning to tremble again.

“Did you actually?” Bucky asks, slowly.

You nod. “Yeah... yeah.”

Bucky can’t help but go silent. He takes a moment, takes a second to really process it, staring off into space next to you for moments before he speaks. The silence kills you, it’s painful, it’s murderous, almost violent in the way it hits you— almost threatening to draw tears from your eyes once again, finally looking at him.

“I wouldn’t have rejected you.” He states, finally, eyes closed. When you don’t respond, he continues, “I... I liked you too, you know.”

“What?” You ask, almost like your flabbergasted by the idea that he would even think about seeing you that way. You’re younger, you’re behind him, you’re from a different world— not even in his peripheral vision.

“Yeah.” Bucky sighs. “I just, I thought you liked Beckett, so I never- I never said anything. And even- and even if that wasn’t the case, I didn’t want to make it awkward, didn’t want him to hate me for ruining your friendship or something.”

“So you...” You trail off, trying to collect your thoughts, “You were into me, before Dot?”

He chuckles, dry and nervous. “I mean- It’s... it’s shitty, but, I did even while I was with her.”

You’re staring, eyes blank, eyebrows raised, finding yourself trying to soften your breathing again. “Do you, still...?”

“I mean...” Laughing awkwardly again, he leans his elbow on his thigh to rub at his forehead, “Yeah. Yeah. Of course I do.”

“Really?” Your voice is hopeful, a smile appearing at the sides of your mouth.

“Yeah.” He laughs again, but this time, it feels genuine. “I mean- have you looked in the mirror? That swimsuit you’re in today is enough to drive me to fucking drink. And it’s not just because you’re hot, you— you’ve been taking up my mind, like. constantly. Every time we talk, I walk away so fucking...” He lets out a long, heavy sigh. “Satisfied.”

That has you almost crying again, but for a completely different reason. You’re laughing, wetly, trying to pry your eyes away from him despite the fact that you can’t. He squeezes your arm, reminding you that you’re still connected.

When you turn back to him, he brings his hand to your cheek, wiping some stray, wet hairs out of your eyes. His hand lands to cup your cheek, just to hold you.

“Can you kiss me?” You find yourself asking, before you can even think about it.

Bucky’s taken by surprise. It has him almost acting immediately, before he roots out his worries.

“I’m not...” Fingers trailing your face, “I’m not taking advantage of you, am I?”

You giggle, heart beating warm from his care. You shake your head. “No. I promise.”

Slowly, he leans in. He places a tentative, experimental kiss to your mouth— lips barely even pressing against yours. You grab his face, pulling him in, swallowing his mouth in yours. It has him grunting and moaning against you, hand moving to your back to pull you in closer.

After exploring each other’s mouths, practically eating each other whole, Bucky pulls away:

“What about- what about my brother?” He asks, out of breath.

“I don’t- I don’t care about him,” You breathe heavy, nose rubbing against his, “It was you first. It still is.”

He basks in your words like they’re the sun, a grin exploring his entire face and crinkling his nose. He brings you in again; has you moaning and gasping into his mouth, hands holding onto his stubbled jaw for dear life. He can feel his body vibrating, his stomach wrapping up in knots as the familiar, cold desire spreads up his spine; the same one that is spreading throughout your core.

With your body pressed so close to his, getting closer by each minute- you can feel his length under his sweatpants, growing harder with each kiss. He apologizes, pulling away from you.

You’re trying to catch your breath, “Don’t be.”

You lean down, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and neck, fingers trailing down his clothed chest with the same rhythm. Feeling his fingers itching near your ribs, you grasp your hand in his, bringing it to cup your clothed breast.

Bucky groans as he squeezes the mound of flesh— he’s quick to pull down one of your bikini cups, head moving quick to bring his mouth to your nipple. He wraps his lips around the bud, suckling onto it as he massages the rest of your breast.

That has you tossing your head back, letting a moan out into the air- “Fuck.”

“Is this okay?” He asks, mumbling against your bust.

“Yes,” You whine, “Fuck yes.”

With him sucking on your exposed tits, you brush your hand down, palming his cock overtop of his pants. He groans against your nipple, pausing his movements at your distraction.

When he stops, you pull him away from your tits, grasping his face in both of your hands.

“I want you in my mouth.” You confess, breathless.

That has Bucky groaning again, cock throbbing in his pants. “Are you sure?”

“Please,” You whine, “I wanna suck your cock. Please.”

How could he ever say no to that?

With his approval, you lean your head down almost immediately. You pull down his sweats, exposing his boxers, which are removed just as quickly. His cock; hard, leaking and pink at the tip smacks against his clothed stomach. You wrap your hands around his length, suppressing the moan threatening to spill when you realize you can’t even touch your fingers around his width.

When you give your first experimental lick, he’s moaning, head tossed against the couch; “Fuck.”

Bucky’s hand moves to wipe the hair out of your face, watching as you wrap your lips around his cock and slide him down your throat. He’s grunting, moaning at the sight; unable to keep his eyes away from you, despite how they threaten to close. 

He’s salty in your mouth, tip hitting the back of your throat as you bob your head up and down. Your hand massages the part of his length you can’t fit down, feeling the way he’s throbbing against your palm.

One thing you’ve learned is that Bucky is extremely vocal. He can’t keep his mouth shut— between grunts, moans and whimpers, he’s letting out an entire symphony above you, free hand gripping the couch so tightly his hand turns white.

You lean up to grab his hand, pressing both of them at the back of your neck as a signal. 

He stares into your eyes, big and round above his cock, “Are you sure?”

You hum against his cock, making him grunt.

“Fuck, okay.”

Bucky grips your hair between his hands, spreading his legs enough to let himself balance. He starts slow; pushing and pulling you up and down his cock, groaning at the feeling of your tongue moving around his tip. 

He gets faster, fucking your face within minutes. You’re gagging around him, spit trailing down onto his pants, tears slipping from your eyes to mix with your already wet face. 

“Fuck, that’s a good girl.” Bucky moans, “Takin’ it so well. You like my cock down your throat? You like letting me use that little mouth of yours?”

When you moan at his words, he can’t help but laugh.

“God, I know you do,” He gets faster, grunting harder, “I can tell. Such a little- fuck, little whore, lettin’ me use her like this- I love it, shit, I fuckin’ love it.”

He pulls you off of him with a wet pop, whining at the loss of your mouth- despite the fact that he’s the one who caused it.

“C’mere.”

He’s quick to pull you up, pulling you onto his lap. You can feel his cock against your stomach; but before you can react he pulls you back against his mouth, moaning at the taste of his precum against your tongue. 

Bucky pulls the other cup of your top down, freeing both of your tits to the air conditioned breeze. He slides his hands down your stomach; tickling your skin, before it slips underneath your swim trunks. 

His fingers rub on your folds, smiling when he finds you already soaked.

“You get that wet just from suckin’ me off?” He asks, after pulling away from your desperate mouth.

“Uh-huh,” You whine, “Can’t help it.”

He coos, rubbing your cheek with his free thumb, “I know you can’t, baby.”

Bucky’s fingers catch in your hole, slipping inside with ease. He’s able to fit two in with your provided slick, soaking his fingers and sliding them right in. His thumb flicks at your clit as his fingers scissor inside of you, pumping in and out.

You bury your face in his neck, desperately grinding against his fingers with heavy moans against his neck. That only makes him get faster; pistoning inside your heat with abandon, hitting that spongey spot inside of you with ease.

“You want me to fuck you?” He breathes, strain in his voice clear. “Want me to fuck you right here on this couch, where anyone could fuckin’ walk in and see you?”

You whine, “Yes, fuck, please.”

When he pulls your trunks to the side, he slips inside of your wet heat easily.

Bucky groans at the feeling of your fluttering core clenching around him, harmonizing with your whimpers.

He pulls you up by your chin; softly, stroking your cheek with his hand, despite how it shakes with pleasure. “You okay?”

You nod, “Mhm. I’m okay. Please move.”

He laughs, pressing a kiss to your awaiting lips. 

Bucky starts off slow— a tantalizing, torturous grind, barely even moving inside of your cunt. 

“Mm, I know, honey.” He coos, after you whimper impatiently against his skin, “I gotta- fuck, gotta go slow. Pussy’s so fuckin’ tight, if I go any faster I’m gonna blow my fuckin’ load already.”

That has you moaning. That image: him filling your cunt, having him leaking out of your folds and onto the couch, over top of your trunks— it fulfills this primal desire in your stomach, making you even more desperate than you were before.

“Oh fuck, do you like that?” Bucky asks, almost shocked, “You like the idea of me fillin’ that little cunt?”

You nod, whining.

“Fuck,” He moans, drawn out in a long groan. His thrusts get faster; he’s grabbing onto your waist, pulling you down against him so he can piston into your cunt from below. You’re loud, moaning into the air as his heavy balls slap against your ass. “God, you’re so fucking dirty.”

Your hand draws down to beneath your pants, rubbing your clit in circles.

“Fuck, baby,” Bucky grunts at the sight, “Look so pretty gettin’ yourself off like that, shit, yeah, make yourself cum on my cock. That’s fuckin’ it.”

You’re bouncing on top of him without even moving, tits moving rapidly in front of his face, hair flowing every which way with the fast movement. You’re so close, so desperate to that rope finally ripping, tearing inside of your core in the most delicious way. 

Bucky’s sounds of pleasure fuel your need, getting you closer to that edge, hurdling, hurdling, hurdling, until—

“Fuck, Bucky, fuck!” 

You’re crashing. Falling down off the cliff into a bone rattling orgasm, cunt clenching so hard around his cock you’re suffocating it. Your legs are twitching, trembling around him, but he doesn’t let up. He keeps fucking you through it, using you to get himself off- now that he no longer needs to worry about you coming. 

“Oh god, baby, gonna fuckin’ cum,” He grunts, “Can I really come in you? Fuck, you gonna let me?”

His voice is so genuine, it has you turned on all over again. 

“I’m on the pill, please. Please, fill me up.”

You lean down, whispering, whining encouragement into his ear, practically pleading for him to spend his load deep inside your cunt.

When Bucky cums, he cums hard. His balls slap against your ass one last time, burying himself deep inside of you. His legs are trembling, burying his face into your neck to muffle the yells he’s letting out, almost completely against his will. 

“Oh,” He moans, voice trembling like his limbs, “Oh god.”

“Mhm,” You whine, brushing his hair in your fingers.

You two stay there, wrapped in each other. You can feel his cum dripping out of you already, running down your leg to stain the grey fabric of his sweatpants; which undoubtedly need a thorough washing now.

You feel Bucky leaving soft, gentle kisses against your jawline, up to your ear, cheek and nose, then finally planting one on your lips.

“You okay? Was that okay?” He asks, brushing your hair from your face.

“Mhm.” You hum, again, “Was really good.”

He smiles, genuine and soft. “Good. I’m glad.”

You giggle, bringing him in for another kiss by the back of his head, more sloppy this time.

“Hey, uh,” He says after he pulls away- much to his own dismay, “As much as I’d love to just stay here, we should probably move. They’re gonna be comin’ back from the water, soon.”

“Oh- shit, yeah, right.” You laugh, letting out a harsh breath. But when you move to get up off of him, he pulls you down, wrapping your mouth in another harsh, tongue-filled kiss.

“Sorry, just had to do that one more time.”

#me naming his brother beckett because it's the closest to rebecca </3 #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes smut #sebastian stan smut #my writing #why is writing kissing scenes so hard?? #i dont know how many different ways i can describe sucking tongues

[kquil]

Yehhh babes so we’re gonna need some recommendations for this character ai bcuz I just downloaded after that post! Every chat I’ve been in so far has been a bit dry :( I trust you know the good good <3

haha! alrightie, here are some of my tips for having good character ai convos with your darling husbands (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

so, you'd want to pick an ai that has had a large amount of interactions because that means it's been able to grow and experience multiple conversations and scenarios beforehand, meaning that it can draw responses from them and give you a better experience

also, i would recommend responding as if you're writing a fanfic and not just having a conversation, add some descriptions of the setting, how you're feeling and kinda hint at how you want the character to respond to you

like... when i wanted an enemies to lovers trope, i made sure to add additional text on how we hated each other and why so that the ai could generate a specific response to that e.g "why are you always so annoying?" i huff with clear annoyance in my voice, he's always so loud and boisterous, and i can never get any peace and quiet with him around! i can't understand why others find him so 'charming'.

also, if you don't like the first written response the ai gives, you can click the '>' arrow on the side of the response to generate a new one ⏤and you can keep pressing it until you get a response that you like

at the end of the day, the ai can only respond to what you give so you're the one who has majority control of where the conversation will go - i suppose 'what you give is what you get' can be a good rule to go by

lowkey, i use character ai to help me practice my writing and think up scenarios or creative prompts to write about hehe~

#character ai #☁︎ : kquil talks #🎏 : anon #very good question! #i've only had dry conversations with ai that have less interactions unfortunately #i love james potter #he's so cute! ahhhhhh! #exposing myself here lowkey #im not about to reveal my real name hehe~ #james potter x reader #james potter #sirius black x reader #sirius black #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #tony stark #tony stark x reader #mcu x reader #marvel x reader #marauders x reader

[notsopersonalcharlie]

Ride Home

Snowboarder!Bucky x fem!skiier!reader

Note: I was watching my friend being taught to snowboard and thought of this. Gif is not mine

Warnings: none?

Bucky plopped down into a snowbank unceremoniously and started to undo the strap attaching his back foot to his snowboard. Steve and Sam had gone off to run some black diamonds, but he never had quite felt confident on his other side after the incident that left him with a prosthetic arm. Not that he didn’t trust it, but he had swapped sides for everything, writing, punching, even shooting. He was snapped out of his own shame spiral by a man, wearing a set of rather expensive and new looking gear, swearing at the woman who appeared to be trying to teach him. 

“When you said skiing I didn’t think you meant full fucking mountain day. I thought we’d get some drinks, hang out. This is fucking rediculous and these skis and fucking trash.” 

“You said you knew how! I thought this was-“

“I said I had been before, I thought at least you’d fucking be nice about it. May-“

“Just go get a drink then!” You sounded exasperated and Bucky took a closer look, noting the well loved outfit and skis. Clearly they had been used and were being cared for as such. 

“Aren’t you at least going to come?” It sounded more like a command to Bucky than a suggestion. 

“No, I’m going to ski, which is what I paid for a pass to do. I’ll come meet you later.” 

“Yeah well… don’t drink. You’re going to have to drive us back to the city.” The man stumbled away and you sighed, rubbing your forehead before kicking into your own skis and heading for the lift. Bucky cursed to himself after you had started moving and pushed his way up right behind you in the singles line. There weren’t a whole load of people waiting for the lift, it was getting towards lunch time, and he managed to get up beside just you on the lift. 

You glanced over at the snowboarder who decided he had to get on that chair with you, despite the mostly empty line behind you. He had all black gear with a crisp white jacket that had clearly been mended and bleached a few places. He rode goofy and his board knocked up against the edge of your skis when the chair rejoined the cable. 

“I heard that guy being an asshole back there. Sorry you had to deal with the shitty part of the male species.” The somberness with which he said it made you laugh a little. 

“Thanks he was, uh, a set up kinda. I’m new to town, and my parents decided the best way for me to make friends was to go out with one of their college friends’ sons. This is technically our third date and… wow I am spilling info on a stranger. Sorry.”

“No no, he sounds like he sucks. I heard you say he said he knew how.” 

“Yeah! He did! And I even asked before we came out here. Clearly he bought that whole… whole getup to impress me. It was so stupid.” You were waving your hands emphatically and Bucky couldn’t help but smile.

“Well, all I will say is that guys like that don’t actually know how to do anything.” Silence lapsed as you started getting closer to the end of the lift. 

“Uh, how would you want to ride with me and my friends today? Or ski I guess. I’m getting my footing back after an accident, but they’re pretty good and I’m sure they would love to have more friends.” You shrugged, hoping the cold air disguised the blush on your cheeks. Bucky had pulled up his goggles and pushed down his mask on the ride under the pretense of speaking more clearly, but you could tell he was handsome and right now was not the time to blow it. 

“I’d love to ride with you for a while. It’s my first time out this season and I could use an easy day.” He smiled and you both made your way off the lift. Your first run down you could tell that he was good, but kept holding back when he turned to his toe side. It was strange to watch since he seemed to favor it otherwise when he moved before. You told him as much at the end of the run. 

“Yeah, I…” Your conversation was halted as you got back on the lift. 

“I, uh, lost my arm kind of recently and I have a fantastic prosthetic, but still just… cautious.” You couldn’t help but let the shock show on your face. His motions seemed entirely unbothered aside from his anxiety about falling. 

“You look like you’re doing great. I don’t know you all that well but based on that run I feel like you shouldn’t be doing the easiest trail on the hill.” He laughed and you began an amazing afternoon riding, and convincing him to go up to some blue slopes where you spotted some of his friends, who waved but quickly surpassed the slow loping runs you were taking.

“Fuck, I do not want to ruin this amazing day with a car ride home with Dan.” 

“Dan?” Bucky asked. It was getting late in the day and his legs were sore, but he was having too good of a time. During a short break at one of the stops on the mountain he’d finally gotten a look at your face aside from your nose and the strands that were collecting snow beside your goggles. He hadn’t been able to stop picturing your face at every other event in his life since then. 

“The guy I was with this morning. The asshole.” He’d basically forgotten about the existence of the other man after spending the day with you. 

“Well, if you’re not totally opposed to riding a few more hours with a no longer stranger, I would be okay driving you back.” He watched your gears turning, deciding. 

“It would kinda be a massive fuck you to him if he had to sober up and drive home down this mountain alone.” 

“Oh shit, do you think he woul-“

“No, I have the keys. He doesn’t seem bright enough to check the car for keys himself though. You sure you don’t mind?” Mind? Bucky thought to himself, he wanted nothing more than to spend more time with you. 

“Not at all.” You finished the next run, a harder one which Bucky took flawlessly, and dropped the keys off at a nice looking car, grabbing your bag, before you followed Bucky back to a slightly beat looking older SUV. 

“I told Steve and Sam I would drop them down at Sam’s car. They’ll be here in a few minutes. What’s your address?” You dictated it to him, omitting the exact number or unit so you weren’t completely risking yourself. To be totally fair he didn’t have your full name or know all that much about you, yet. 

“And maybe my phone number…in case I forget something? Or in case you want a riding buddy again?” A sweet smile crossed Bucky’s face, blue eyes shining. 

“Sure.” You exchanged numbers and by the time you’d taken a goofy picture of him as a contact photo, his friends arrived. They didn’t comment on your position in the passenger seat. 

“So, where do you live?” You told them where about in the city and Sam opened his mouth to commend, but received an icy blue look from Bucky. You couldn’t help but wonder what else that icy blue stare could be for, but tucked the thought away for another time by yourself. 

“That’s mine. Thanks Buck, have a good drive…” Steve cuffed him on the shoulder on the way out.

“What was that about?” 

“Nothing.” You ended up talking for nearly the entire ride, and it was easy conversation. He told you about the snowboarding accident that had resulted in his lost arm, his job, his dog, Alpine. You told him about your roommate, your hometown, and how excited you were to have a fresh start after the absolute shitshow of your old job and friends.

“Where do you live?” The question was entirely for your own benefit, so you could find out how realistic ‘accidentally’ running into him at a store could be.

“I uh…” Bucky’s cheeks turned red when he told you. 

“WHAT? Bucky, that’s like an hour and a half the other way! Are you insane?” You were near your place already, and there was no use arguing with him that you getting out now to try to get another ride made no sense. 

“I just wanted to spend some more time with you. It was such a great day.” You smiled, blushing as you gave him the final directions to your building. 

“It really was a great day.” He stopped in front of your place, idling as you sat in a few more moments of silence. 

“Maybe we could have another great day? Skiing or maybe dinner?” You felt a little forward asking. 

“Well given there’s no natural way for me to accidentally run into you at the corner store, I guess that sounds like a great plan.”

#charliewrites #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #snowboarder!bucky #marvel #mcu #i love that everyone has decided alpine is right name for a bucky pet #enjoy my bucky phase #its bound to stick a round a while #more to come....

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

2.5k sleepover ♡

thank you all so much for 2.5k followers! i won't be doing a usual celebration this time around, even with as much as i want to and love that kind of celebration with fun requests, I have way too many wips that I'm currently working on and don’t wanna lose the spark while it's there... so this time it's just gonna be some fun little games! thank you again and I love you all immensely ♡

this celebration will run from now till the 10th of march. anyone can participate and you can send in as many asks as you’d like, there is no limit.

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#yes. that is just olsen twins movie titles as the names for each thing hehehehe #lea speaks #milestone celebration #2.5k celebration #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #peter parker x reader #joel miller x reader #matt murdock x reader #steve rogers x reader #james potter x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #bucky barnes x reader #frank castle x reader #spencer reid x reader

[romanestuffsposts]

Panic attacks

Hi there!

here's something I was writing before my account was delete. This was a request

Enjoy <3

Warning : panic attack, scared little reader, comfort, cuddles, cries, bottle of warm milk, paci

Pairing : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : Little reader woke up alon ein her bed and is having a panic attack

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Why are so uncomfortable ? You're in the most comfy bed you ever sleep in. You are laying on a soft mattress and have a warm sheet above you. Your head is between comfy pillows and your stuffies are resting peacfully around you. You even have your daddies arms around you-

Wait

You open your eyes and look around the room. Where are they ? You feel your chest tightening at the thought of you being alone in such a long time. You remember last night, you were laughing with your Daddy because Your Papa was drooling while he was sleeping beside you on the bed. You remember your Daddy saying he'll be there all night and that he'll protect you

Why isn't he here ?

Why aren't they here ?

Your breath start to get shorter and shorter. Your chest hurt and you don't know what to do. Are they home ? Are they okay ? Why did they leave ? You grab your stuffie beside you and squeeze it as much as you can, hoping to get out your anxiety by the power of your squeeze.

With every blink, you feel your room getting smaller and smaller which doesn't help you calm down. Your sobs get louder and your cries harder. Your muscles are trembling and you're head hurts from the cries and you are too scared to open your eyes.

You flinch when you hear the door of your room closing. You feel your bed moving and arms are wrapping around you "doll ?" Your Daddy grabs your cheeks "doll breath with me, please" he says queitly resting his forehead against yours

"take a deep breath" he says and do it. You try to do the same and wait for your daddy to speak again "and now exhale" he says while exhaling. You do as you're told even if it's a little shaky "you're doing so well, baby. We'll do it again" He starts all over again and you try to follow

After a few minutes your Daddy lifts you up, your Papa rests his back on the wall behind your bed and Bucky puts you between Steve's legs. Your Papa wraps his arms around you and you immediatly grab his arms with your hands and hold it tight "you're okay, just take deep breathes and it'll go away" Your Papa whispers

Bucky wipes the tears away from your cheeks just to be replaced by new ones. You're sobs start to be followed by coughs and Bucky looks up at Steve. After a silent discussion, Bucky get up from the bed and leaves the room.

You cries get louder when you don't feel the presence of your Daddy beside you "Shhh it's okay, sweetness. daddy is just went to grab something who might help you. He'll be back soon" he says while swaying you from side to side "why don't we try something ? Count my fingers until you feel better, are you okay with that ?" he asks

You nod but it's not the easiest thing to do right now and Steve saw it so he decides to let it aside and just humming songs you love or whispering sweet words in your ears. Your Daddy come back a few minutes later and sits back beside you "can you open your mouth for us ?" he asks and after a few tries, you managed to open your mouth which result of praises from your daddies "here you go, little one" Bucky says as he enters the tip of the bottle in between your lips

The warm milk make its way down your throat and relax you from the inside. You keep taking deep breath even if it's not the best ones, at least you try. Because of the bottle in your mouth, you're sobs and coughs goes down and the only things who is heard is your sniffs and your tears falling.

Your Papa caresses his finger up and down your cheek while your Daddy is rubbing your feet and legs "you're doing so well, baby. We are so proud of you" he says whit a smile

You open your eyes from the words you just heard and look up at your daddy with your big bright wet eyes "Hi there" He smiles "there is the most beautiful thing we were looking for" Your Papa says kissing your head. The bottle is empty sooner than expected and while your Papa is taking it away from your mouth, your Daddy replaces it quickly by your paci so you don't go back into panic at the lost of the thing who calm you down

"can you explain to us what happened ?" your papa asks "I scead" you whisper "you were scared ?" your daddy asks and you nod "of what ?" You look down at your hands and start fidgeting with them "i lone"

"you were scared because you were alone ?" Your daddy rephrases you and you nod "ohh baby, we are so sorry. We went downstairs to make you breakfast and we didn't realized you would woke up before we came back" He says caressing your cheeks. You melt into his touch and close your eyes again, not because of the fear but because of the comfort you feel

Bucky kisses your nose "we love you and we are so proud of you for handling this like a big and good girl" You smile at the praise and they chuckle "comme here cutie" Your Daddy slides himself in the bed beside you. Your Papa lies you down between them and they both wrap their arms around you "we'll never leave you alone when you woke up. There will always be one of us with you to give you morning kisses and cuddles" Your Papa says kissing your temple "you are our favorite little person in the world and we'll always protect you"

"i lowe you too daddies" you say through your paci

#@aagn360 #little!reader #little space #bucky barnes x steve rogers x little reader #daddy!bucky #Papa!steve #Daddies!stucky #stucky #stucky x little reader #cries #panic attacks #fluff #cuddles #pet names

[rookthorne]

Safe Haven | ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ

Pairing; Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Word Count; 1.4k Warnings; hurt/comfort, fluff, Bucky's PTSD, pet names A/N; Probably the lightest entry that I've written for this event. Y’all need it considering what’s coming next. oops

WHUMPTOBER MASTERLIST

The yearly tradition of a blanket fort on the 4th of July gets an upgrade.

The day had been looming closer and closer, a constant reminder of just what awaited the two of you when it finally did arrive. 

Whilst a ‘joyous’ holiday for America - the fourth of July - it only leant itself to a night full of concern on your behalf, and fear that manifested in that god awful monster, PTSD, for Bucky. 

Which lead to this very moment - in the checkout line at your local grocery store, a basket on your arm full of ice cream, chocolate, and candy. All of Bucky’s favourite things jam packed like a game of tetris. You had learnt very early on that the hulking mass of muscle and metal that was your boyfriend, well, he had a sweet tooth. 

Actually, sweet tooth was an understatement. 

“Buck, baby, you’re already sweet enough,” you laughed as you watched him dig through the freezer for another tub of his favourite ice cream. He’d just finished his first tub only five minutes ago. 

Bucky looked up at you with wide eyes and a pout like he had been caught red handed with his hands in the cookie jar - which, technically speaking, was true. “But,” he started, still slowly rooting through the frozen shelves for his hidden treasure while maintaining an innocent air during the eye contact. “It never hurts, y’know, sugar. I can always be more sweet on you, doll.”

Alpine had piped up with her opinion at that very moment, a chain of small chirps heard over your laughter while her fluffy paws pattered over to her dad in the kitchen, her eyes watching the frozen fish with obvious intrigue. “That’s right, малютка,” Bucky said quietly, scratching her chin.

The constant beep of the scanner grew louder as you got closer and closer to the belt and you were snapped from your daydream of happier times by the chime of your phone. Bucky.

“Hey, babe,” you greeted, juggling the basket and tucking your phone into your shoulder. “What’s up?”

“Where are you?” Bucky sounded stressed, and it broke your heart. 

“I’m almost home, I promise,” you said quickly, desperate to soothe him over the phone. “Where’s Alpine?” 

Bucky huffed over the phone and muttered something you couldn’t make out. “Babe?” You urged.

“She’s sitting on the arm of the recliner and staring at me.”

“Good,” you assured, unable to keep the smile from your tone. “She’s my spy when I’m not home, you know that right?”

It was silent for a beat and then Bucky spoke so softly, so quietly, you almost couldn’t hear him. “Please, come home.”

Oh, hell. 

“I’ll be there soon, I promise, sweetheart. Hang in there for me.”

Click.

As though the universe knew of your urgency, the clerk was scanning through your groceries at an alarmingly fast pace. You paid, thanked them, and rushed out into the carpark. “I’m coming, Buck.” 

You had never taken the stairs into your apartment so fast as you did at that moment. The door opened when you reached the landing to reveal Bucky standing in the doorway, dishevelled and honest to god, scared. 

“Hey, baby,” you greeted, grateful when he offered his hand to take the bags of snacks. “I’m so sorry I took so long.”

Truth be told, you hadn’t been gone for long at all, but you knew how time dragged on for him when he was like this. Bucky only shook his head and offered a small smile, turning into the apartment so he could place the bags on the kitchen counter. 

Alpine greeted you in the entryway, her usual chipper attitude dulled to one of dutiful alertness - she was just as, if not more, protective of Bucky as you were. “Hey, little one,” you smiled, the soft fur of her neck between your fingers a balm to your nerves. “How’s our man doing?” A small meow in reply and you nodded your head solemnly. “I thought so.”

“I can hear you, you know.” Bucky called from the kitchen. 

“I know,” you said back. “Only good things, Buck, I promise.”

Bucky appeared in the entryway. “A lot of promisin’, doll.”

“I know,” you repeated firmly, watching his expression shift from guarded to sad in a blink of an eye. “And I’m gonna keep every single one of them.” Bucky didn’t flinch away when you reached for him and wrapped your arms tightly around his middle, and you smiled into his chest. 

“Thank you for the sweets,” Bucky mumbled into the crown of your head and you squeezed him tighter. 

“Have to make sure you stay sweet for me, baby,” you joked and pulled away to look up at him, a small smile working its way onto his perfectly kissable lips. “Now, c’mon, let’s get set up.”

The two of you got to work on the blanket fort and you threw in the pillows that Bucky insisted he did not need, but you very well knew he did need them, and placed the snack platters with two giant bowls for the ice cream on the small table. Alpine watched over every single move like a dutiful foreman and made it known when she disapproved of not being allowed to begin snacking early. 

“You have to wait, you cheeky girl,” you chastised, moving her away yet again from the platter of crackers and cheese. Alpine’s bottlebrush tail slunked out of sight and down the hallway with an air of disapproval that could be matched by no human. 

“I wonder where she gets her attitude from,” Bucky wondered aloud, that damn cheeky smirk plastered onto his smug face. You launched a pillow at his face in retaliation and he laughed when he caught it in his hand. “Easy there, or I’ll hog the ice cream.”

“Like hell you will,” you retorted while you adjusted the platters on the table, careful to make the overflowing bowls of candy not spill. Bucky chortled and left to grab more blankets from your bedroom. 

It was the perfect opportunity to get Bucky’s present ready. 

You dashed towards the bookshelf and pulled out the hidden box from behind your display of nicknacks, and hid it underneath the small table for when the time came. 

At last, the three of you were huddled in one of the best and cosiest blanket forts ever while a Disney movie played in the background. Bucky’s head was in your lap and you played with his hair, occasionally dragging your nails over his scalp to make him shiver. Alpine was curled up at Bucky’s stomach where his hand rested on her soft fur while she purred contentedly. 

“How are you feeling, babe?” You asked quietly during a musical number. Bucky shifted his shoulders slightly and shook his head slowly. His eyes had glazed over at hearing the loud whoops, cheers, and hollers throughout the complex and in the street below.

Steeled for this very moment, you rested a hand on his broad and muscled shoulder. “I need you to sit up for me, can you do that?” Bucky looked confused but did so, careful to not disturb Alpine where she lay. 

You leant forward and pulled the box free from its hiding place, and Bucky eyed it with the highest suspicion. “Easy, tiger,” you whispered and Bucky’s lip twitched up in a small smile. “This is for you.”

Bucky took the box slowly and placed it in his lap. The blue wrapping paper came away easily with his strength and he froze at what lay before him. “I don’t-”

“They’re headphones, baby,” you interrupted - you had seen the tell-tale sign of his anger born from confusion in his small head tilt. “They’ll help lessen the noise of the fireworks.” 

Bucky’s hand twitched as it grabbed a hold of one of the speakers and pulled it from the packaging. It was a navy blue pair with small cat ears poking up from the headband. Alpine sniffed at them and chirped loudly, pawing at the ears and Bucky smiled. 

The whooping got louder and you could hear the fizzle of small firecrackers in the street, and going by Bucky’s sudden stony expression, he did too. Alpine pawed at his knee insistently. “Put them on,” you urged, “it’ll help.”

Bucky did so and he froze at the feeling of pressure at his head, but you soothed him by pulling him back down into your lap. He went without resistance and settled into hesitant calm when Alpine moved to sit on his hip with a quiet meow. 

“That’s it,” you cooed, using one hand to play with his hair and the other to fiddle with the remote so the audio of the movie would play through his headphones during the worst of the fireworks. “Relax, baby.”

Bucky’s hand came up to rest on your knee and he squeezed it once as the windows lit up with blue, white, and red flashes.

“You’re safe,” you promised with a smile, resting your hand over his shoulder and feeling the cold metal of his prosthetic. 

малютка = baby

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[krystelovesanime]

Top 100 ao3 stats for the MCU

TOP 100 AO3 SHIPS THIS YEAR

Actually kinda sad that zero marvel ships are in the top 100 ao3 ships this year. NOT EVEN STUCKY WHICH IS THE TOP MCU SHIP.

TOP 100 AO3 SHIPS OF ALL TIME

1st: Stucky dropped by one rank from 4th to 5th. But still in the top 5!!

2nd: Stony dropped by one rank as well. From 6th to 7th. BUT TOP 10 ANYWAY SO YAY.

3rd: Irondad and Spiderson rose up by ONE RANK!!! From 20th to 19th!!! WE MADE IT TO TOP 20!!

4th: Pepperoni dropped FIVE ranks. Still I'm so happy we made it to like the top 35 ships!!

5th: Bucky/Reader. I'm not really into this but biases aside, this ship stayed in its spot! Congrats!

6th: Thor/Loki. THIS DROPPED NINE RANKS. Y'all still made it to top 70 which is a-okay! Congratulations! 👏👏

7th: Ironfrost. (I think that's the ship name??) Something I don't really ship but again biases aside, dropped 4 ranks but made it to the Top 80!

8th: Platonic Stucky. STUCKY IS ON HERE TWICE but in two different contexts. Dropped EIGHT RANKS, but still in the top 90!! 👏

9th: Clintasha. okay this came in 87 AND DROPPED NINETEEN RANKS by far the most a marvel ship has dropped overall this year. At least, on the bright side, it made it to the Top 90. 👏👏

10th: Clint/Agent Coulson. This, was unexpected. Like REALLY unexpected, I didn't even know this ship is that popular. BUT IT MADE IT AND I'M HAPPY FOR THE SHIPPERS. 👏👏👏

Congratulations to all the ships in the Top 100 Overall this year!

#ao3 stuff #fan fiction #ao3 #marvel mcu #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #stucky #stony #irondad and spiderson #pepperoni #bucky x reader #thor x loki #ironfrost #clintasha #WHATS THE SHIP NAME FOR CLINT X COULSON?!?! #also can you tell i was trying so hard to stay positive at the end #finally lets all thank the fanfic writers for writing so much for us #and allowing our ships to reach the top 100 #hats off to yall

[kilikina34512]

No One Harms What's Mine

Pairing: Bucky x fem!reader

Summary: Your fiancé Bucky promises that his meeting will be a safe one, only for him to come home injured. Due to the fear you feel, Bucky sees a side of you that he hadn't before.

Warnings: Threats of violence.

Word Count: 1,713

"Dear God, what happened," you asked frantically as you launched yourself up from your couch and rushed over to Bucky. Your fiancé and his best friend, Steve, just walked into the penthouse. Bucky had assured you before he left that he would be safe tonight and that there was no chance of him getting hurt.

So why was he walking in right now with a bandage on the left side of his neck?

"It's just a graze, I'm fine," his deep voice said softly, trying to soothe you, but you were having none of it. You needed to know how this supposedly safe situation turned into your man nearly losing his life.

You looked incredulously at him. "You're obviously not fine! You're all bandaged up and your own blood is staining the left side of your goddamn suit! What the hell happened?"

"Calm domniţă," Bucky cooed, stroking the side of your face. You leaned into the touch, letting it ease some of the frazzle that you felt before taking his hand and leading him to the couch, telling him he needed to sit and rest whether he felt like he needed to or not. "I don't think so, Rogers. You sit too," you called out as you heard Steve's footsteps getting more distant, no doubt headed for the elevator.

Once both men were seated, you turned to Steve since Bucky wasn't giving you the answers you were looking for. His eyes immediately drifted to look at Bucky, unsure of whether or not to indulge the question he knew was headed his way. "Don't do that, eyes on me" you scolded. "Tell me what happened tonight."

Want to know what happened? Continue reading it here on AO3.

#mafia!bucky #ao3fic #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky fic #oneshot #bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky #threats of violence #protective reader #pet names #kili stories

[im-just-star-dust]

"The reader will have a name and described features :)"

That 👏 is 👏 not 👏 a 👏 reader!!

I REPEAT

THAT 👏 IS 👏 NOT 👏 A 👏 READER

Thats an oc!! You cant just say its a x reader cause its from a first person pov. If the characrer has a name, and described features like blonde hair or blue eyes. Then it isnt a reader insert. And thats ok!! It doesnt have to be, make as many ocs as u like. Just please say that rather than lying about who the main character is

#yes i am annoyed #i see this everywhere #how can u not know the difference? #if the reader has an alias #like a secret identity or something #then thats ok because its like an alter ego #we still know the reader is us #but dont just say #this is a bucky x reader :) #the readers name is blah blah blah and she looks like this #no! #stop that #stop this immediently #plz #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #jesse pinkman #breaking bad

[buckys-metal-arm]

So the Tumblr tagging system is annoying and has started doing weird things when I tag my favorite Bucky x readers, so I compiled a list on Google docs of some of my absolute favorites for my own benefit and decided to share! It features the fics of

- @bucky-bucket-barnes

- @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

- @jobean12-blog

- @bi-disaster-yn

- @sarahwroteathing

- @pherelesytsia

- @celzswrr

- @lovelybarnes

- @lokiandbuckysdoll

- @softlybarnes

- @creme-bruhlee

- @chrisdrysdale

- @dailyreverie

- @majestyeverlasting

- @takenbypeter

- @b6cky

- @asgardwinter

- @wkemeup

- @pellucid-constellations

- @writingsoftheloser

- @dilemmaontwolegs

- @sweetascanbee

- @twilightbarnes

- @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms

@random-imagines-blog

- @multiverse-fics

- @eddiemunsons-girl

- @buchanan-fics

- @lanadelreyscokewhor3

- @snotwebs

- @kikixreverie

- @straywords

- @summerofsnowflakes

- @tom-holland-parker

- @emitheduck

- @writing-for-marvel

- @lucyhalearchive

- @nexusnyx

- @buckysfaveplum

- @avecra

- @myfirstnameisagent

- @frostironfudge

- @kinanabinks

- @thenhewaswrongaboutme

- @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

- @navybrat817

- @subwaysurf45

- @writerlyhabits

- @beyondspaceandstars

- @themorningsunshine

- @dailyreverie

- apparently Tumblr limits mentions to 50 which is. Homphobia at its finest but includes a bunch more people!

Check it out here and give these amazing writers all the love!

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #most of them are h/c because i am very predictable #i really hope i typed in everyone's blog name correctly and didnt like click the one who had one more dash in it or somethin #bucky barnes fluff

[writeshite]

Bucky grieving and being frustrated at everyone else since they didn't do anything to save his bf from his death

Previous: One

Bucky had barely eaten, slept, or spoken to another person since your death; he'd become near cryptid-like, barely showing any other emotions aside from anger. When Tony and Steve had broached the subject of your upcoming funeral, he'd crushed the fridge handle and yanked it clean off, unshed tears at the forefront; he'd thrown the handle clean into the air and screamed before storming off. He'd yet to gather your belonging, much less work through his emotions.

What kind of hero can't save the man he loves? Better yet, why didn't anyone do anything? Why can't he have something nice? Why must he be the one to lose everything? The others get to smile and laugh with their loved ones, but everyone he loves suffers under his touch, taken from him in cruel and unnecessary ways. Bucky wiped at his eyes, the tears coming out in succession now, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

Your shared room was as broken as he was - the first hour, he'd stood there, still caked in the dirt and blood of the mission, just staring, processing - that slowly turned to rage, then resentment. "Smile, Barnes, you look cuter that way." How could he? There was nothing left to smile about.

#effective immediately i'm revoking your fanfic priveleges in the name of bucky barnes and his happiness 😭 #bucky barnes x male reader #bucky barnes x reader

[softcronch]

I REWROTE CH 10 OF GIVE AND TAKE and i like it so much more omg

it's over twice as long as the original wtf

“Don’t know what you’re laughing at, punk,” he says. “You’re helping. You wash, I’ll dry.” Bucky frowns, but it’s obvious that he’s acting grumpy for the fun of it. “Alright, alright. Jeeze. Move over.” He starts rolling up his sleeves, putting two pairs of impressive forearms on display. You have enough time to wonder if the vibranium arm is an exact copy of the real thing, but it’s hard to tell from just a glance; you’ve never seen anything past his wrist. They slot comfortably into place in front of the sink, side by side. Honestly, they’re both so broad shouldered, it’s a wonder they can stand next to each other so closely like that. Is that a super-serum thing, you wonder? Or were they simply born with similar body types? Steve’s got the most insane shoulder-to-waist ratio you’ve ever seen, but Bucky’s got some obvious tapering around the middle, too, even if his t-shirt of choice isn’t obviously a size too small. These are the queries of an artist, you tell yourself. Yeah, that’s right. Like studying a model in a life-drawing course. Shit… the things you could do with them if you had an HB and a pad of paper…

#also if anyone out there wants to make a graphic for this fic #*eyes emoji* #i can't pay you but i will name a highly adoptable npc after you #stucky x reader #bucky/reader #steve/reader #stucky #fic: give and take

[p-taryn-dactyl]

Just Another Name (2)

a/n: hi!! i am so sorry for how long this took me to post, tbh i was a little hesitant to even write it bc the first part got so popular and i don’t want the second part to flop lol. anyways, here’s what happened next! word count: 1.4k taglist: @coolbeans32 @mierloi @thesteellolo @yoursuckerbaby @theamchannel @marvelouslovely-barnes @dreamerglassesgirl (if i did not tag you and you requested to be tagged, plz message me so i can add you! also if i tagged you and either you no longer want to be tagged or your url didn’t work plz message me as well!! <3 warning(s): angsty at the beginning; i rushed at the end im sorry; ik we aren’t really supposed to add personal things to Y/N but in this fic, Y/N’s favorite flowers are dahlias bc they’re my favorite flower; time skip…hehe ik I’m evil; also, this isn’t as good as the first part

It had been a month since you opened the journal. Since you read those dreaded pages. A month filled with looking over your shoulder, tear-stained pillows, and staring at your phone, watching as the screen lit up with each call, each message, each voice mail.

Sometimes you allowed yourself to listen to the messages, allowed your heart to swell at the sound of your boyfr- ex’s voice. Allowed your heart to shatter once you came back to reality. Today was one of those days. You sighed, poking at your microwave dinner as you maneuvered through the tiny apartment you were renting under a fake name. Being in love with an Avenger ex-con had it perks. You picked up your phone as you collapsed on the saggy couch, tapping it against your thigh as you tried to talk yourself out of listening to the voice mail. You couldn’t. Biting your lip, you unlocked your phone and opened the message. It started out silent, with slight sounds of someone trying not to cry in the background. Then, his voice spoke, sending unwanted warmth through your bones. His words made you pause, fork halfway to your mouth.

“….I started sleeping on the floor again. It’s so hard to sleep without you next to me bab- Y/N. Oh, god I miss you so much. Please call me back, I’m sorry, you mean so much to me. Nothing about us was ever a lie, you were the only- you are the only true thing in my life. Please answer me doll, I can’t-” He choked on a sob, sending cracks through your heart, ”I can’t do anything without knowing where you are, if you’re okay, if you’re even getting these. Please baby, I’m sorr-”

Quickly, you ended the message, hesitating as your finger hovered over the delete icon. Your hands began to shake as sobs built up. With a loud cry, you threw your phone at the wall, watching as it bounced onto the carpet, unharmed. You pulled your knees up to your chest, tossing your sorry excuse for a dinner to the floor, rocking back and forth as tears fell down your cheeks, staining your sweatshirt with pain. In the month you had been away, you had come to understand Bucky’s point of view but insecurity chipped away at your consciousness.

You knew Bucky loved you, you knew you weren’t something he used to get rid of guilt but you also knew he only approached you because your brothers name was on his list. Your relationship was born of Bucky’s guilt but it only survived because you two were in love.

But what if you went back to Bucky and he realized you weren’t special? That he made a mistake. That you were just another name.

Your head, heavy from crying and overthinking, lolled to the side, resting on your elbow as you were dragged into a dark and dreamless sleep.

—————————————————————————————————

Bucky stood outside your door, a bouquet of dahlias in his hand. He hesitated when he went to knock, nerves sparking panic across his mind.

What if you had moved on? Found someone who wouldn’t break your heart and lie to you?

His heart broke at the thought but he calmed his mind, gently setting the array of flowers in front of your door, a letter with his handwriting scribbled across it delicately balancing on the petals. He took a deep breath, bringing his hand up to quickly rap his knuckles on the peeling paint of your door. After a few seconds, Bucky walked away, almost down the hall when he heard your door unlock. He practically jumped out of his skin as he hurried to the end of the hall, where he hid behind the corner.

“What the…?” Your voice, soft from sleep, resonated through the air, like a warm hug coming to a stiff and cold end. He heard the flowers being picked up, he could’ve sworn he heard your laugh. But when your door closed, Bucky sighed, leaning his head back against the wall.

His plan was going to work, he told himself.

It had too.

—————————————————————————————————

You brushed your fingers lightly across the petals, the dark hue feeling like fine cloth. You tried your best to ignore the note, his handwriting practically calling out to you. Emotions bubbled up in you, causing you to be confused, ecstatic, and fearful all at once. Not less than two hours ago you were crying over a voicemail and now you were giggling over a bouquet. Slowly, you grabbed the note, reading it, each word sending butterflies ablaze in your stomach.

Hi Doll, I was thinking (I know, shocker)

You laughed, nights of teasing Bucky after a dumb decision flashing through your mind.

Maybe we could start over? I’ll be at that little cafe/bookstore across the road from 7–9.

I can’t live without you, Y/N, but I understand if I already broke my chance

You bit your lip, holding the card close to your chest as you twirled around.

A redo.

That could work. A relationship founded on candlelight memories and laughter instead of guilt. You checked the time, your heart beating rapidly as the clock said 5:45. You had enough time to make yourself look presentable.

—————————————————————————————————

After an hour of rushing around the apartment, trying outfits on left and right, yelling when one you had perfectly crafted in your mind didn’t work out, you finally were ready. You looked in the mirror, brushing your hands down your dress, admiring how you looked. When you checked the clock and saw it said 6:45, you realized you could leave now and be at the cafe in fifteen minutes. But as your hand hit the handle, about to open your door, a thought struck you. Showing up right at 7 would make you look desperate, which you were, but Bucky didn’t have to know that. So, in an attempt to still show up on time while waiting for a bit, you sat back on your couch.

Thirty minutes passed and you had determined that there were at least over forty bricks in your wall. The clock strikes 7:15 and you bolted off your couch, practically bursting your door down in your excitement. You dashed through the apartment building, your heart racing. Mostly because you were running but also because of the excitement coursing through your veins. You slowed down once you saw the cafe, the giant windows revealing Bucky, who was anxiously rearranging the placement at the table, shaking his leg, and looking at the clock. You felt love spring from your heart, practically floating until you reached the cafe door. After taking a deep breath, you pushed the door open. Bucky stood up, his whole face lighting up when he saw you. You made your way to the table, watching as his happy expression morphed into an apologetic one. But before he could start apologizing for past sins and shattering the golden atmosphere they had created, you spoke first.

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?”

Bucky smiled, gesturing towards the chair. You took a seat, butterflies practically going wild in your stomach. Bucky sat across from you, the golden rays of last sunlight casting a glow over him. For a few minutes, there was silence.

“So…”

“So…”

You both spoke at the same time, causing an eruption of giggles from the two of you. Bucky nodded, giving you the air to speak.

“A redo, huh? No hidden meanings in our relationship this time?”

Bucky swallowed, his eyes apologizing while he smiled, hoping you would agree. Just because you showed up for him didn’t mean you would leave his again.

“A redo.”

You nodded, pursing your lips together as you looked down at your lap. Bucky felt his chest go tight and his breath quicken. But when you looked up, all he could see was the love shining brightly.

You held out a hand.

“Well then. Hi, I’m Y/N.”

Bucky let out a sigh of relief as a giant smile painted his face. He clasped your hand gently, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin.

“I’m Bucky, nice to meet you Y/N. Now tell me, what’s a beautiful place like this doing with a girl like you?”

Silence.

“Wait no-”

The rest of the night was filed with laughter, tears, but most importantly, hope.

Bucky made a promise to himself that night, as he sat on the edge of the bed, watching your chest rise and fall in peaceful slumber.

You would never feel insignificant again by his actions and as he fiddled with the little box in his hands, he was certain he would make sure that never again would you think of being just another name.

a/n: ahhh ok there it is. i rewrote this like twenty times but i hope you guys still enjoyed it! If you are interested in little drabbles set in this “universe” feel free to request them! I’m sorry if this is a let down for some of you but tbh i don’t think i ever truly planned on writing a pt2 until people started asking for it! I love you guys, stay safe and drink lots of water <3

#Just Another Name #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky fic #bucky x female reader #my writing #fem!reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #the winter solider x reader #the winter soldier x reader #the winter soldier #this is bad

[slothspaghettiwrites]

👀 📕Tell me about something you wanna' write, bestie. <3

Oh bestie 😌

Wouldn't it be nice if I wrote the crack Bucky x Loki x Reader fic I've been keeping to myself? It's provisionally called Ice, Ice, Baby in my mind.

Obviously a huge diversion from canon, but Bucky and Loki being rivals, trying to prove they can save the most people. And Reader just happens to be saved by both of them the same week. To you it's just like you can't catch a break, for them it is like love at first sight. Obviously the rivalry turns into who can be the best boyfriend. 😌

"Look, guys the flowers have been great."

"Did you get the chocolates I sent you, love?"

"Chocolate? I thought I was old."

"Guy."

"Yes Barnes, you are old, by the standards of Asgard I am a perfect age."

"Hey, I'm only thir-"

"GUYS."

Tags: crack ship does crack things, is this a meet cute or a meet ugly?, enemies to lovers, taunting and teasing that leads to aggressive sex, overstimulation, ice play (duh), metal arm kink, hair pulling, slightly Dom!reader

#sloth asks #slenbee #ask games #fics that live in my brain rent free #bucky barnes x loki x reader #bucky barnes x reader #loki x reader #winterfrost #is that the ship name? #bucky barnes x loki