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navybrat817 · 1 year
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What Goes Around
Pairing: BFD/DBF!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky is your friend's dad and your dad's friend and nothing more. Until he isn't. Word Count: Over 6.2k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), semi-public sex, possessive behavior, dirty talk, light Daddy kink, age gap (reader is in early 20's and Bucky late 40's), arguing, light violence, swearing, conflicted reader (everything is consensual!), everyone is a mess, Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: Woohoo! Stepped out of my comfort zone a bit on this and I'm so proud! Thank you to @sweeterthanthis , @dreamlessinparis , @buckyownsmylife, @targaryenvampireslayer , @christywantspizza , @sgt-seabass , @lookiamtrying for listening to me ramble about this. Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thank you as well), but any and all mistakes are my own. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated! ***Any soft!dark undertones are unintentional as everything is consensual.***
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You met Bethany Barnes your freshman year of college. While some of the girls on your floor knew each other, you went off to university not knowing a soul and had to be assigned a roommate. Your nerves shot up when you walked into the shared room. Beth, as she preferred to be called, was intimidatingly beautiful. You hadn't met any supermodels, but she could've chosen that as her profession with her tall, slender build, long auburn hair, and sparkling blue eyes.
Your nervousness faded when she smiled and gave you a hug, after asking if it was okay.
"You're here!" she smiled more when she pulled away, looking over your shoulder at who you thought was your dad. "By the closet."
You weren't normally stunned silent by looking at a person, but that was what happened when you met James "Bucky" Barnes. With the beard and quiet confidence in which he carried himself, you would've mistaken him for a professor had it not been for the fact that he was in the dormitory. Call it instant attraction or lust, but you found yourself openly staring at the handsome man as he carried a box into the room. He gazed at you, too, or so you thought. Your mind may have been playing tricks on you.
"Dad, quit staring at my roommate. That's weird."
The needle on the record scratched. Her dad. You could see where she got her good looks. He was taller and broader, his hair dark brown instead of auburn, and eyes a deeper shade of blue. One of the hottest men to ever grace the earth, if anyone asked for your opinion.
It didn't matter how good looking he was. This was Beth's dad. It put him in the "look, but don't touch" column.
Your dad, Dave, appeared moments later and introduced himself. Bucky was kind enough to help him with the rest of your stuff and even offered to buy lunch. While he didn't look the least bit upset about leaving, it was clear your dad was having a tough time holding it together and even had tears in his eyes. You understood. It was the two of you for so long and now you were out the door.
Beth put a hand on his arm and gave him a small smile to ease his worries.
"Hey. Your daughter and I will look out for each other, okay? You have nothing to worry about. Plus, I think we're going to be good friends."
She was right.
To your surprise, you discovered that Beth only lived about an hour away from your hometown. Like you, Beth didn't know anyone, but she was friendly and welcoming. Definitely more outgoing than you would ever be. Her popularity grew quickly, but the two of you were there for each other like she promised. While you had lost your mother, hers took off when she was so young she couldn't even remember her face. Bucky did the best he could to raise her. Like your dad had done for you.
Maybe that was why they became such good friends, too.
The two of you traded off different weekends at each other's houses when you left campus and spent a few holidays together. You did a couple of summer trips with your dads doing their best not to be overbearing. Eventually Beth joined a sorority and moved into the chapter's house, so you no longer lived together. Bucky suggested that your dad move closer to his place when he decided to sell the house, that way everyone could still spend time together.
"You wouldn't mind, would you?" your dad asked at the time.
You didn't at the time. It still gave everyone a chance to hang out and your dad seemed to need it more than you. He admired Bucky for being self-made, having a nice house, and a good job. It was as if the man's confidence rubbed off on him. He began to dress better and get in shape. He mentioned possibly dating again, which you encouraged. Your dad deserved to be happy.
You couldn't have predicted it would all go to hell after graduation.
You nursed your wine as you sat at the bar, staring into the abyss of the liquid as you swirled it around. Maybe if you looked long enough, you'd forget about tonight. It should have been an evening of celebration for you. Nothing major, but it was something that meant the world to you.
"I think you need something stronger."
You stayed silent when you turned to your right, slightly surprised when you saw none other than Bucky take a seat beside you. The citrus scent of his cologne filled your nostrils when he moved his stool close enough that your knees touched. Up close, even with the dim bar lightning, you could see the gray hairs in his trimmed beard and perfectly coiffed brown hair. Of all the people you expected to see, he certainly wasn't one of them.
"What are you doing here?" you asked.
"I thought you could use a friend."
"Are we friends?" You asked softly.
Hurt flashed in his eyes, which filled you with guilt. "I thought we were."
You weren't sure if you would label Bucky as a friend, but you cared for the man. He had been good to you over the years, staying up with you and watching movies when you couldn't sleep or listening to you ramble on about your papers, internship, resume, while Beth pampered herself. He gave advice when you asked and listened when you only wanted to talk.
You didn't need to be rude to him.
"We are," you wanted to assure him and you felt a bit better when his shoulders relaxed. "How did you even know where to find me?"
"You rushed off before dinner started and you mentioned that you liked this place," he replied, like it was obvious. "We were supposed to be celebrating. We didn't get all dressed up for nothing," he teased, gesturing to himself and drawing your attention to his large body as you smiled a little.
Over the last few years, you got used to seeing different looks from him. Jeans and shirts tight enough to see the muscles underneath, sweatpants that hung low enough to let the imagination wander, swim trunks when you went on vacation, and even the occasional suit. He opted for a dark blue suit tonight that matched his eyes, but skipped the tie. It wasn't a look many could pull off and he did it with ease.
You blinked and shook your head, trying not to pay attention to how good he looked. Just because you were upset didn't mean you had a right to check him out. It was wrong to be attracted to him and you refused to acknowledge it. Mainly because he was one of your dad's best friends and one of your best friend's dads.
No, she's not my best friend. Not anymore.
“We even kind of match,” he smiled to himself.
You glanced down at your short, sleeveless dress. It wasn’t revealing or flashy, but you felt beautiful in it. The shade of blue was close to his suit. Part of you felt silly for dressing up for a simple dinner.
"I guess we do," you said softly, looking at your glass again.
“Surprised the boys aren’t lining up for a chance with you,” he said.
You snorted, thankful you didn’t take a sip of your wine. You would’ve spit it out. “The boys have never lined up for me, but it’s okay. I’m used to it.”
Boys usually talked to you to get closer to Beth.
“Their loss,” Bucky said sincerely as he held up a couple of fingers for the bartender.
“And we have nothing to celebrate,” you said, not wanting to dwell on your sad dating history.
"Bullshit," he said, ordering two shots of whiskey and setting some money on the counter once the bartender came over. "You got a job at Stark Industries. I'm proud of you."
Your cheeks heated at the praise. "Thank you," you said, sparing him a glance when he passed you a glass. "I already have a drink.”
“And I said it isn’t strong enough,” he hesitated as he picked up his own. “Beth said you weren’t much of a drinker. Not even on your 21st birthday. You were a good girl, weren’t you?”
You were conflicted as you listened. Did Bucky mean for that to be an innuendo? You chose to focus on Beth instead, and how angry you felt. How many nights did you hold her hair back while she puked?
“You're right. We should celebrate."
Bucky gave you a worried look as you picked up your drink.
Your cheeks ached from your wide smile. "To my dad and your daughter fucking each other. Cheers!"
You might as well address the elephant in the room since he wouldn't.
He frowned when you downed the shot, the burn spreading from the back of your throat to your chest. You half expected him to see a clench in his jaw or an embarrassed blush in his cheeks, but he merely threw his drink back and slammed the glass down when he finished. "You sure you don't want to do another toast? I don't think the entire bar heard you."
"Oh, I wouldn't want to make a scene. I did that already, remember?"
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You hadn't seen Beth in months since you graduated. Neither of you landed dream jobs right away, but you did find temporary work to help cover the rent for your new place. You wanted to be independent and your dad supported you. But your friend hadn’t even seen your place.
Any time you reached out to meet up, she made an excuse why she couldn't join you or bailed at the last minute if she agreed. At first, you didn't take any offense. You figured she met a guy. She got like that sometimes over boys, but she had never gone that long without hanging out with you.
Maybe she had outgrown you after college.
Your dad sensed that you missed Beth and assured you that you'd see her soon. He planned a special dinner to celebrate you getting a job at Stark Industries. Beth promised she wouldn't miss it. You thought it was strange how easily she accepted your dad's invitation, but you discovered quickly that she wasn't there for you in the first place.
"Sweetie," your dad began as he slipped an arm around Beth's waist. "We have something we want to talk to you about. Beth and I are, well, we're seeing each other. Now I know that may be difficult to hear, especially since I haven't seen anyone serious since your mother, but…"
Your dad used to describe you as amicable and well-behaved when someone asked him about his daughter. No matter what life threw your way, you did your best to be friendly and stay out of trouble. It could have been before your mother was always kind and you did your best to follow in her footsteps. It often meant putting the needs of others before your own, but it never bothered you.
Until tonight.
Until you saw the ring on Beth's finger.
Beth, the girl who flashed boys from her sorority house window and blew off studying. The same girl who cried with you on the anniversary of your mom's death. She was going to marry your dad.
A slow moving storm began to swirl in your mind. You managed to hear your dad say that they began seeing each other the night of graduation and promised it wasn't sooner. It explained why Beth had blown you off all that time. They were trying to figure out how to tell you, but all they did was lie.
Outrage was a foreign feeling to you and you didn't know how to channel it. Were you supposed to scream? Cry? All you knew was that it clawed at your insides until it broke free.
Whatever you yelled was enough to make your dad step back in shock and Beth grab your arm to drag you outside. The porch light illuminated her enough to see the anger etched on her face. You didn't even recognize her.
"What the fuck? You've been fucking my dad?!" you yelled, snatching your arm back from her.
"Yeah, I'm fucking your dad!" she yelled back.
"How did this even happen?!" you demanded to know, immediately regretting asking a second later.
"After your graduation dinner, we were drinking and I said I always thought he was hot and-"
"God, stop!" you shrieked, covering your ears until her mouth stopped moving. "So, you two have been sneaking around behind my back and lying to me for months?!"
"We had to because we knew you'd lose your shit! I knew you wouldn’t be mature about this!"
You trembled as you took a step back. You weren't used to yelling or being yelled at. There were times that you and Beth bickered, but it was nothing like this.
And, of course, you'd lose your shit. What did she honestly expect? Was she the real reason your dad began to take better care of himself over the years?
"Why?" You asked almost timidly, a contrast to how you shouted moments ago. "I don't want to sound cliché, but you can have anyone you want. Why him?"
"Because I want him," she said unapologetically.
Beth, in the time you knew her, was never afraid to go after what or who she wanted. She also went all in with guys. She didn't believe in doing it half-ass. But your dad was far from her type, the opposite of the fuckboys she typically dated.
"My dad isn't one of those stupid boys who does lines of coke off your ass. He's a good man."
"I know he's a good man. That's why I'm marrying him," she snapped, holding up her hand for you to see the ring again. It was beautiful. If you had to guess, it was also expensive. "We just want your support."
You wondered what it would be like at times to have a stepmom. Whenever you envisioned it, your best friend never came to mind. Your dad had to be going through a midlife crisis. God, what would your mom say if she was alive? What did Bucky have to say?
"You're half his age!" you argued, the anger starting to surface again as you stepped forward and smacked her hand away. "What do you two possibly have in common?"
"A lot, actually," she said, clutching her hand against her chest. "You never had a problem with your dad and I hanging out in all the years we've been friends. And you wouldn't give a shit about his age if this was any other guy."
"But this isn't just any guy! This is my dad!" you argued, pleading with her to understand as your vision blurred. Didn’t she realize how awkward it was? What if they ended things? "And you're my best friend."
Beth bit her lip at the sight of your tears. "Your dad and I care about each other, okay? We deserve to be happy. And I care about you, too, but I'm not letting him go. I refuse to be like you."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" you demanded when you watched the sympathy leave her eyes.
When backed into a corner, Beth lashed out like an animal. Anyone who got too close got hurt. Unlucky for you, you knew you were about to be on the receiving end of her wrath.
"You spent all four years of college studying and being nice instead of living. You only had fun when I made it happen. You hardly dated. You're lucky you even got laid at all," she said, digging into your insecurities. It was tough for guys to look at you when Beth stood beside you. It made you wonder how long she felt this way about you. "Deep down, you’re just a fucking coward. Unlike you, I have the balls to go after what I want, so that's what I did. You should find a pair and do the same."
Your hand connected with Beth's cheek before you could stop yourself. Like a scene out of a movie, your dad opened the door in time for him to witness the slap. But it wasn't his hand that gripped your shoulder to pull you away.
It was Bucky’s.
Your hand stung as Beth dissolved into tears in your dad's arms. He looked disappointed in you and said as much as you tried to say something. You waited for Bucky to snap at you for hitting his daughter, but he stayed eerily silent as he looked at your hand.
Did he hate you now?
"I'm sorry," you whispered, pulling away before he could say a word.
You ducked inside long enough to grab your purse and take off before any of them could stop you. It was a coward's way out. Maybe Beth was right about you, after all.
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"You didn't cause a scene," Bucky said, ordering you both another drink. "That being said, I didn't hear most of the argument, but I did see you hit Beth."
You winced a little and rubbed your palm against your thigh. It was the first time you ever hit someone. "I'm sorry for slapping her."
"Don't be. She deserved it," he said under his breath.
You didn't expect him to say that.
"Your dad is worried, you know," he said, surprising you again. "Said you aren't answering his calls."
"No, I'm not. I don't know what to say to him," you admitted, finally taking out your phone to glance at it. You had missed calls and texts from your dad and Beth, but you refused to listen to the voicemails or look at the messages. "I don't get it."
"What do you not get?" He asked curiously when you finally took your drink.
"Them," you said, allowing the alcohol to burn your throat again. "I don't get them together. Beth isn't. Well, she's not…"
"Your mother?" he guessed.
You looked in your lap with a sigh.
"No, she isn't, but maybe that isn't a bad thing. She won't try to be your mom. Just a partner to your dad," he said. Was your dad someone who could ground her? Was she someone who could make him feel younger? "They're consenting adults. And your dad is lonely. Has been for years."
It sounded like he was trying to placate you, but something in his voice kept you from calling him out. You knew your dad was lonely. Beth said something similar about Bucky.
"I think Beth is bringing him out of his shell," Bucky gently added.
“I wouldn’t know. I’ve hardly seen them in months,” you mumbled.
“They should’ve made time for you,” he said, putting his hand over yours. You didn’t dwell on how nice his touch felt since he pulled away just as quickly. “I should have, too. I’ve missed seeing you around the place.”
It wasn’t his job to make time for you.
“You’ve missed me?” you questioned, warmth spreading in your face as he smiled. It was nice to hear that. “I’ve missed you, too.”
“Though I have a feeling you won't want to stop by as much now to see me.”
"If I don't, it has nothing to do with you," you said.
"Sure," he smiled a little.
You examined him with a critical eye, trying to decipher what was going on in his head. Wouldn't it be awkward for him, too? Where was his anger at the situation? Was he hiding it?
"Why are you not upset? She's your daughter."
He gave you a wistful smile and had his drink. A drop of liquid stayed on his lip and you were tempted to wipe it away. Or lick it away. You couldn't act on those urges, especially after the way you went off on Beth. It would be hypocritical.
"Just because I’m not letting it show doesn’t mean I’m not upset. Truth is, I can’t control what Beth does. She stopped listening to me a long time ago. And if I tried to force her to let Dave go, it would make her want him more," he explained, his jaw twitching. "I had a few choice words for him since he kept it from you."
"Wait," you swung in your chair and almost landed in his lap. His hands gripped your arms to steady you, but he didn't let go. "Because he kept it from me? Not you?"
Bucky gave you a single nod, making your heart crack.
"So you knew?" you asked, sadness bubbling up this time instead of anger.
"I did. I’m sorry."
Why would they tell Bucky and not you? Did they expect him to be more mature? Was he the lesser of the two evils or worse?
“How long have you known?” you asked, moving off the stool with his help. “Why didn’t you say anything to me?”
“I’ve only known about their relationship for a couple of weeks,” he answered, trying to stop you when you put your phone in your bag. No wonder he wasn’t as upset. He had time to process the news. “Look, it wasn’t my place. You had enough on your mind with job interviews and I was-”
“You were what? Trying to protect me?”
“In a way, yeah,” he said, making you take a step back when he stood up. “I know how my daughter can be, but I didn’t expect them to pick your celebration dinner to tell you.”
“Tonight wasn’t about me,” you said with a bitter laugh. “It was never meant to be about me.”
Age gap and weirdness aside, you didn't want to say out loud that you felt pushed out. Your dad and Beth would be wrapped up in each other from now on. They already were. How would Beth be able to talk to you about romantic issues when those very issues involved your dad? Would your father make time for you? What if they decided to have a kid?
Were you wrong for thinking of yourself instead of being happy for them?
“Come here,” he whispered, embracing you in a comforting hug.
You were close to bursting into tears, shutting your eyes to keep them at bay. What were you supposed to do with the emotions you were feeling? And why did it feel so good to be in his arms?
“I don’t want to be mad at him,” you whispered.
“You won’t be mad at him forever. He’s your father,” he said, leaning in close so his lips brushed your ear. “But he isn’t your daddy, is he?”
Your eyes slowly opened at his words.
“You want me to be your daddy?”
You nearly stumbled back, your eyes wide as you looked at him. There was no playfulness in his gaze. Nothing to give away that it was a joke. You heard him wrong or imagined that because there was no way he would ask you that. Maybe those couple of shots got to you quicker than you thought.
“What did you say?” you asked.
“You heard what I said,” he said evenly.
You laughed as you backed away more. It had to be a joke and you weren’t in the mood for games. So why wasn’t he laughing with you?
“Whatever that was, I-I can’t process this right now. I need air. I need to go home.”
“You’ve been drinking,” Bucky pointed out as you began to walk to the side door. “I can take you. Let me take care of you.
“You’ve been drinking, too,” you said over your shoulder. “I’ll call a cab.”
“Wait!”
You pushed the door open and welcomed the cool air as you walked down the alley. It didn’t bother you since the alcohol warmed you a bit. It was dark, except for the glow of the neon lights. The perfect cover to hide your oncoming tears.
You turned around when you heard footsteps behind you, but didn’t speak when you saw Bucky a few feet away. What would you say to him? It was difficult to think with him watching you, the air thick with tension. The longer his gaze lingered on you, the harder it was to breathe. If he noticed your hand shaking when you wiped at your eyes, he didn't point it out.
Such a gentleman.
"You're not going home until you talk to me," he said, taking another step toward you.
"You can't keep me out here all night. There. I spoke to you."
"That isn't what I meant and you know it. You're pissed about everything, I get it, but don't act like I'm the bad guy here."
"You're not the good guy either," you snapped, pointing back at the bar. “What the hell was that in there? Asking to be my daddy?”
“You know how relieved Dave was that I didn’t beat the shit out of him over Beth? Or that I didn’t push him away as a friend? You know why I didn’t?” he asked, avoiding your question. “Because I’d be a fucking hypocrite.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I’ve wanted you since I walked into your dorm room your freshman year.”
The air rushed out of your lungs. A man who is practically sex on legs wanted you. Someone off limits and you could never have.
“Beth never wanted a stepmom and the women I dated didn’t want a bratty daughter. I almost gave up on dating and then I saw you. You were right in front of me and I couldn’t have you because you were half my age and living with my daughter,” he explained.
You thought back over the years, searching for signs in the memories that he wanted you. The late, quiet nights together. His interests in your studies. How he used to joke with your dad that the reason you didn’t date much was because the boys weren’t good enough for you.
“Been almost five years and I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve tried to be good. What’s stopping us now?”
“I. That’s not. We.” Why couldn’t you form a coherent sentence? “You’re a good man and a good looking man, but you’re Beth’s dad.”
Bucky’s bitter laugh chilled you more than the cool air.
“So, you’re going to pretend that you don’t want me? That you haven’t wanted me all these years and I’ve just imagined the looks and want between us?” he demanded, every bit the confident man you grew used to seeing. “Say you don’t want me and we’ll forget this whole thing.”
You couldn’t say that.
“Say I do want you,” you said carefully. “We just can’t.”
You backed up when he strode forward and wrapped his hand around your wrist. The touch was gentler than you expected as he turned and backed you against the wall, your bag unceremoniously falling to the ground. You were forced to look at him when he gripped your chin, pressing his body closer to yours. His eyes flickered between your gaze and trembling mouth and you wondered if he heard how fast your heart pounded.
Were his eyes always such a dark shade of blue or did you ignore the lust hidden beneath the surface?
"Why can’t we, hmm?" he asked, firmly keeping your head in place when you tried to avert your gaze. "Is it because you’re scared? You don’t have to be.”
You were scared as hell. Bucky is a man. Experienced.
"Aren't you tired of being good? I know I am."
You thought back to Beth’s previous words. How she had the balls to go after what she wanted and you needed to do the same. What better time to start than now?
You pressed your lips against his and it didn’t take him long for his tongue to slip in, tasting the whiskey as he devoured you. He moaned when your hands moved down his torso, allowing you to divulge in the thing you both denied yourselves. Some twisted part of you mourned what you could’ve had for months had you simply stopped being a good girl.
Were you truly good to begin with?
The line of his hard cock pressed against you as he rocked his hips and kissed down your neck. “This isn’t how I pictured it, but I can’t fucking wait.”
“How did you picture it?” you whimpered, rolling your hips back against his.
“I’d rather show you later,” he whispered, lightly biting down. It wasn’t hard enough to break the skin, but enough that pain and pleasure lingered. “You have no idea what I’m going to do to you.”
He moved away enough to push your dress up around your hips, shocking you when he tore your panties off. Tucking the ruined fabric into his pants pocket, he slipped his hand back between your thighs. His fingers were cool against your slick folds and you shamelessly writhed, needing everything he was willing to give you.
“Did you touch yourself at night wishing I’d show up and fuck your pretty pussy until you cried for me? Hmm?” He said, kissing you again as you whined. The light scratch of his beard made you shiver as he nipped your bottom lip. “Tell me you want my cock.”
Your head spun at his demand. You weren’t a virgin, but the guys you had been with before weren’t big on dirty talk. Unless they talked about how amazing their cocks were.
They weren’t.
“I want your cock,” you whined against his lips, desperate for him.
You wanted him to fill you up until you were sore, aching, and forgot why you were so upset in the first place.
“I’ll give it to you,” he promised.
Your fingers twisted in his shirt when he slid his fingers into your wet slit. You couldn’t recall a time in your life you felt this hot and slick. And feeling one finger push inside, you were sure this was nothing more than an erotic, dirty dream.
“Fuck, you’re tight. And you’re gonna let me fuck you against this wall, aren’t you?” he asked as you nodded. “Dirty girl. My dirty girl now.”
His finger twisted as he added another and you nearly smacked your head against the wall, but his other hand came up to soften the blow. “Bucky,” you gasped.
“I don’t know if you really want my cock,” he teased, moving his long fingers deep. “Might need to hear it one more time.”
As if you weren’t practically riding the thick digits at this point and moaning in the dark alleyway, he really needed to hear you say it again? The squelching sound of your pussy wasn’t loud enough? But your body liked his teasing. Loved his demands.
“Please, I need your cock. Please, Bucky. Please.” you begged, almost sobbing when he took his fingers out.
“But you said we can't do this. Isn't that what you said?” he asked.
When you opened your mouth to answer, he pushed his wet fingers inside.
“Taste yourself and try to say you don't want me. I dare you,” he whispered, wiping some of the bittersweet juices on your tongue. His fingers slipped free as you gaped at him, watching as he licked the remainder with a groan. “Even sweeter than I imagined.”
The sound of him unbuckling his belt snapped you out of your stupor. “Bucky, I’m-”
“On the pill and clean. I know,” he cut you off as he took his cock out and stroked himself. “I need to fill you up, pretty girl. Need to make you mine, the way I should’ve a long time ago.”
You struggled to keep yourself upright as he guided himself between your legs, holding your hip steady when he pushed the head in. You weren’t nearly stretched enough to take him, but your greedy pussy didn’t care as he slipped in inch by inch. You moaned as he kept pushing until he was fully sheathed inside you. You had never felt so full and likely never would again.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pressing his forehead against yours as your walls pulsed around him.
In the dark place in the back of your mind you kept locked away, you wondered how he looked and sounded when he was pleased. If he gasped when he came or if his eyes rolled back. You were going to find out though, weren’t you?
You cried out when he thrust, one hand moving up to grip his hair. The quick, hard motions felt as desperate as you did inside. You didn’t care if it was fast or dirty. You were tired of being clean. This wasn’t tender or making love. It wasn’t soft touches and kisses to your breasts or slowly building you up.
It was Bucky Barnes fucking you against an alley wall.
“Fuck, are you always this wet or is it just for me?” he asked in awe, pulling one of your legs around his hip to shove his cock in deeper. “Do I have to chase anyone else off?”
You didn’t hear the words as you cried out. It felt so good to be taken like this. The rage, hurt, confusion, all of it molded into ecstasy. You never wanted it to end.
A light smack to your thigh pulled you back to the present.
“Tell. Me. You’re. Mine.” The gravel in his voice grew with each punctuated thrust.
“I’m yours,” you moaned, helpless to the onslaught and uncaring of the implication in the moment.
Your response encouraged him to move faster, kissing you deeply with a groan. His thrusts became almost punishing, like he had to feel you let go so he could come. It wouldn’t take much more with your orgasm building the way it was. You’d be surprised if his cock wasn’t coated in your wetness once you came.
“I-I’m gonna…” you trailed off.
“I know, pretty girl,” he grunted, gripping your chin again. “Be good and come for Daddy.”
Your body seized up before you exploded with pleasure. You struggled to hold yourself up as you trembled with bliss, your vision going white from the intensity. It was so much at once and you thought you might sob from how good it felt.
“Good girl. My good fucking girl,” he encouraged as he fucked you through it, the obscene sounds drowning out your whimpers. He tipped over the edge after a few more thrusts, coating your wet walls. “Fuck, take it.”
He managed to hold you up as he finished, panting as his head fell back. Your grip on his jacket loosened as the reality of the situation sank in, like a bucket of cold water being washed over you. Why did pleasure have to be short lived?
You fucked Bucky. You let Bucky fuck you. How could you cross that line? Just because Beth and your dad had done so, why did you think you could?
God, what were you going to tell them? That you were the biggest hypocrite alive? That you were no better than they were?
What goes around, comes around.
“Hey,” he whispered when he lifted his head, both of you still breathing heavily. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
“It’s not okay,” you whispered as he pulled out of you, your mixed release dripping down your thighs. You covered your face as he fixed your dress and himself. “Oh, my god.”
You flinched and dropped your hands when he pulled you away from the wall. His expression was unreadable as he shrugged his jacket off and slipped it over your shoulders. “It’s okay,” he said again.
“W-We can’t do that again,” you whispered as he bent down to retrieve your bag.
"Why not?" he asked, picking up some of the contents that fell out before he stood up.
"Because we can't," you said with no strength behind your words.
“We’re doing this again. You can’t avoid me or this,” he said, pointing between the two of you.
“Your daughter is marrying my dad. This whole thing is fucked up and-”
“And I said I'm tired of being good. I’m fucking tired of denying myself the chance to be happy,” he said firmly as he got in your face. “So are you. I know it."
You pulled the jacket tighter around you, not backing away as he stared at you. Did you shake from the sudden cold, your orgasm, or from the thought that he wasn’t about to let you go?
His gaze softened before he kissed your forehead. “Let’s get a cab and I’ll take you home. We can talk about it once you’ve rested.”
You let him take your hand, your feet moving on their own accord to follow him to the end of the alley. “I can get home on my own.”
You needed to be alone so you could figure out what to do about everything.
“You said you’re mine, didn’t you?” he said, smiling when you stopped. “And what kind of Daddy would I be if I didn’t take care of you?”
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My lovely grandma, want to request something.
Bucky x Reader, where she is teasing him until he can't hold back and they have a lot of fun then.
Thank you, grandma😌😌
Crossing the line
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PAIRING | 40's!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Female!Reader
WORD COUNT | 1.1K
SUMMARY | Bucky has taken you out on a date, and you have decided to tease him. When you take it too far, Bucky completely loses all of his composure and shows you a side of him you've never seen before.
WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Established relationship [ Boyfriend & Girlfriend ], smut [ porn without plot, RIP dress, dirty talk, lots of praise, oral (m receiving), face fucking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), Bucky pulling out, implied aftercare ].
A/N | I hope you enjoy what I've done with this one, and I can't wait to see what else you have in mind for me in the future! 🖤
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Your boyfriend, Bucky, has always been nothing but a true gentleman to you, but over time, you have learned that there is a bit of a darker side to the man you love - especially during sex.
It's not like the two of you have never done anything in the bedroom, but it has always been vanilla, and you're craving more than that. It is precisely why you've been teasing him the entire time over dinner, to see if you can get it out of him.
You got more than you bargained for, however.
As soon as Bucky shuts the door to your apartment behind him, he pushes you against the wall, crashing his lips on yours, working his tongue into your mouth immediately.
His hands rip all the buttons of your dress open, and he doesn't care that it's brand new; he'll get the money to buy you a new one at some point.
When he moves his kisses down your neck and towards your breasts, you let out a deep moan because he manages to find your most sensitive spots before he even finds your nipples.
''Hm, are you that much of a slut for my cock? You just had to tease me until I couldn't take it anymore, huh? Well, you've done it now because I'm going to fuck you until you're a babbling mess on my cock, and everyone will know who's making you go completely fuck dumb because all you will scream is my fucking name,'' he says as he slips the bra from your body.
Your nipples pebble at the feeling of cool air against them, but Bucky immediately attaches his mouth to one of them, sucking and tugging softly with his tongue, your hands looking for anything to hold to ground yourself a little.
''B-Bucky, please!'' you grunt as his teeth graze past your nipple, his fingers squeezing and rolling the other one so much it has you bucking your hips to get closer to him. Closer to where you need him so bad.
''Sounds so good when you beg for me, doll. Want you begging all the time for my cock,'' Bucky tells you once he lets go of your nipple, his lips now at your ear.
He took his clothes off in record time before pulling your panties down, his cock now rock hard and almost looking painful, precum dripping from the tip.
''Get on your fucking knees so that I can fuck that beautiful face of yours. I will use you as my fucktoy now because that's all you're good for, after all. You act like a cockslut; you get treated like one,'' he says before he shoves you on your knees, and you open your mouth instinctively, your tongue hanging out of your mouth while you wait.
''Hands behind your back,'' he orders sternly, and you immediately obey, wanting to do everything to be good for him.
''Good fucking girl,'' he groans, feeding you his cock, tapping it on your tongue a few times before shoving it in your mouth. You suck in your cheeks, and Bucky lets out a hiss at the feeling; the hand that is not feeding you his cock is fisted in your hair to keep you exactly where you are.
He thrusts into your mouth more and more until he's hitting your gag reflex, and he throws his head back in pleasure as he hears you gag around his length.
''Sounds so good, doll. You sound so fucking good when you choke on this dick,'' he grunts as he picks up the pace, one of his hands still fisted into your hair while the other is against the wall, giving him the leverage he needs to fuck your throat.
Your moans around his cock send shivers down his spine, and he's suddenly very close to his orgasm, so he pulls back, and you whine at the loss of him inside your mouth.
''Give it back...'' you croak out, but Bucky laughs mischievously.
''Don't worry, doll, you'll get it back, just not inside your mouth. 'M gonna use that perfectly tight cunt of yours until you can't walk for days on end,'' he says, and your eyes grow wide at the thought, already salivating.
Bucky pulls you up, but your knees buckle at the sudden movement, so he picks you up, letting you wrap your legs around him as he carries you to the bedroom.
''Did my little cockslut already get so fuckdumb, huh? You're being the perfect fucktoy for me right now, and as a reward, I'm going to stuff your cunt so fucking full you're going to feel me for days,'' he says, and you can feel the slick dripping down your thighs.
He throws you on the bed and manhandles you onto your hands and knees, not caring about bruises now. He places one of his hands between your shoulder blades to keep you in your place while he guides his cock into you with the other.
''B-Bucky, ohmygod,'' you moan loudly as you feel him sliding in, hitting your sweet spot right on the first thrust. It feels much better than usual because he isn't using protection this time, but the two of you always talked about trying without it for once; you've been together for nearly five years.
''Still so fucking tight for me, god, you're the best fucktoy for me, doll,'' he grunts as he sets a brutal pace, both hands now on your hips as he snaps his hips in and out of you, sounds of skin slapping against skin and your combined moans and groans are bouncing through the room.
''F-fuck, gonna cum,'' you whine, and Bucky snakes his arm around you, his fingers finding your clit without a single problem until you're a moaning, whining mess underneath him, letting him fuck you through your orgasm.
''Getting close too, doll,'' Bucky grits through his teeth as he keeps up his pace, but right before he's about the shoot his cum deep into you, he pulls out, jerking himself off and letting his hot, white cum land over your pussy and ass with a deep groan.
You collapse onto the bed, and Bucky lets himself fall beside you, ensuring he does not hurt you. After laying there to gather his strength for a few minutes, he grabs a warm washcloth to clean you up.
''Love you so much, doll,'' Bucky whispers as he pulls you closer, and you hum appreciatively since you're getting sleepy after everything Bucky did.
''Love you too, Bucky,'' you say, and Bucky places a soft kiss on your neck before nuzzling his face in there, pulling you closer and cuddling with you.
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how about stepdad!bucky absolutely defiling reader into a perfect sex object for him? please and thank you!
Just A Toy, Just An Object
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Pairing || Stepdad!Bucky x Stepdaughter!Reader
Word Count || 528
Contents & Warnings || Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, non-con, explicit content/language, major age-gap (reader is early/mid 20’s, Bucky is early/mid 40’s), unprotected and rough sex, daddy/stepdaddy kink, size kink, dumbification, degrading, tummy bulge, multiple orgasms, no orgasms for reader, creampie, mention of bodily fluids.
Authors Note || FUCK YES! Hmmm… imagine just being a dumb little toy for your stepdaddy! This is not 100% perfect but my GOD is it HOT ;P
I had to remove the original photo I used because Tumblr flagged it :( ugh it was so yummy! Damn you Tumblr! It wasn’t even that explicit! But you can see the image HERE
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Whenever your stepdad Bucky needed some relief, he came to you—his innocent stepdaughter. He had molded you into the ideal little toy, his perfect object to use for his own needs and pleasure.
That’s how you were now, spread out on your mattress as he fucked you raw and stupid for hours. He held your waist in a firm grip as he absolutely railed you into oblivion—fucking you like you meant nothing to him.
The drag of his length through your velvet walls had drool seeping from each side of your mouth as your eyes crossed. You slipped into a state where his swelling cock and heavy balls were the only things on your mind.
The bed squeaked with every forceful and abusive thrust he delivered to your little used and quivering pussy—slipping out till his tip was inside and then ramming his throbbing cock right back in, stretching you out to the limit. His cock bulged underneath your lower stomach each time he reached deep inside while your tits bounced with each force of his strong hips—his eyes became completely enticed by your submissive body.
You’d lost count of how many times he’d fill you up with his cum, but it was endless. He only cared about himself right now. Whenever you begged and pleaded for some relief, an orgasm or two, he reminded you what you were and meant to him.
“Baby girl, objects don’t have feelings. Objects don’t have needs and desires. And that’s what you are right now, you dumb fucking whore; an object. An object to be used and played with. A set of holes to be fucked and stuffed. Nothing more.”
His degrading words had your pussy flutter. “Oh, daddy,” you sweetly mewled, having him groan out at how innocent and pure you looked underneath him as he absolutely destroyed you.
“Look at that. Such a tiny pussy. Barely able to fit me, but taking me so well nonetheless. Tell me how grateful you are for your daddy filling you up, baby girl. Tell me what you are.”
“I’m just a little toy that belongs on your cock. Thank you, thank you, thank you, daddy,” you cry between each forceful jerk of his hips, “I’m grateful for every fucking thrust you put in me.”
He gave you one last particular hard thrust before he pulled out and wrapped his hand around his shaft, jerking himself till completion and degrading you with his seed.
The cum he spent all day pumping into you trickled out of your used, and quivering pussy as ropes of his new cum painted you all over—body and face.
The loss of him had your walls pulsating around nothing as your hole, even though used and sensitive, begged to be stuffed and abused once more by him.
His hand wrapped around your throat as he guided his red and swollen cock into your bruised and overstimulated pussy once more, making you cry out and beg no more.
“Come on, baby. One more time. One more time for your daddy. I can’t stop using your little pussy.”
He’s been saying the same sentence now for the last five times already…
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literaryavenger · 3 months
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Broken - bonus part
Summary: It's been a year since Bucky moved in and now it's his turn to help you, only problem is you won't let him.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Warnings: No use of Y/N. Language. A lot of fluff. Eating disorder. Angst.
Word Count: 7.8K
A/N: I made this bonus part to explore more about the eating disorder that was hinted in the first couple of chapters. I had plans to incorporated in the story when I was planning on making it longer, but with how it went it didn't feel like there was a place for it. I'd like to thank @ordelixx for giving me the idea for this additional part. Hope you enjoy it, I'm always open to more ideas so feel free to spam in my inbox or messages, know I always appreciate it! also sorry it took me so long to finish this but I started it and then kind of lost inspiration :(
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6
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It’s been a year since Bucky arrived at the tower and about 11 months since his hearing. As conditioned by his pardon he’s been going to therapy, he’s been training with the team and has been doing more and more missions, on probation, but still he’s been doing better than ever. Even Tony had to admit that the more time he spent with Bucky the more the super soldier grew on him, if a few months ago he begrudgingly spent time with the super soldier at your request, if anything to spend time with you too since you’re still inseparable, now Tony actively seeks him out, wanting to study his new vibranium arm, testing his gadgets since he got hurt less easily than the others, or sometimes simply to talk about things like astronomy after Tony found out about Bucky’s interest in the subject. They’ve even had a few conversations on Howard and his friendship with the sergeant back in the 40s. You were proud of all the progress Bucky’s made, and you appreciated the fact that getting more comfortable in the 21st century and becoming more confident didn’t make him pull away from you. It was a fear you had, that maybe Bucky stuck to you because you were the first person after Steve that made him feel safe, that the more people he got familiar with the more he was gonna pull away from you, not needing you as much anymore. But, to your delight, Bucky’s still as touchy and clingy towards you as ever, if anything he grew even more affectionate, never letting a day go by without telling you how much he loves you and appreciates you, kissing you any chance he gets and holding you tight every night in the room the two of you have been officially sharing the last few weeks since you’ve all moved to the new Avengers Compound upstate. You love Bucky’s attention and you’re just as affectionate towards him as he is towards you. Everything was going great. Until it wasn’t.
You’re on your way to your room, looking forward to seeing him after a full morning of mission reports with Steve and then training with Natasha. She obviously kicked your ass and you were exhausted, wanting nothing more than to be in his warm embrace for the rest of the day, thankful that it’s friday afternoon and you have no new missions which meant your weekend is wide open. You stop on your tracks when you hear your name being mentioned in a conversation right around the corner, recognizing one of the voices as Sharon Carter, one of the agents of Shield that lives and works at the compound the Avengers now reside in. You don’t know why you stop to listen in on the conversation, you’re not really one to eavesdrop, but something about her tone makes your legs refuse to move towards her direction, which just so happens to be the way towards the Avengers only part of the building. Your stomach drops when you hear the other girl’s next sentence.
-And can you believe she got Sergeant Barnes to date her?- Sharon groaned before answering.
-Of course she did, he was all broken and vulnerable and she was like the first person he met at the tower. He obviously got attached to the first person that was nice to him, otherwise how do you think a girl like her could ever have a chance with him?- she said matter-of-factly. 
-You’re right, I mean he’s probably still with her just out of habit. He’s too nice to hurt her feelings.- the other girls say, giggling.
-exactly- Sharon agrees, laughing with her friend -I mean, he’d never go for her if he met her today. He’d probably be flirting his way through the actually pretty girls that live around here, like you and me.- you can hear their laughter growing louder as they get close to where you are frozen on your spot and feel yourself starting to panic.
You can’t face them right now, the only thing on your mind is finding a place to hide in. There’s a door behind you and you sprint to it, reaching it, running inside and closing the door softly in record time. You press your ear up against it and can hear the muffled laughter and some more comments on you and Bucky. When they’re finally far enough that you can’t hear them, you let yourself relax, pressing your back against the door and looking into the dark closet you’re hiding in while you let their words really sink in, your brain working overtime to make sure you didn’t misheard or misinterpreted anything. Once you’re sure you indeed heard everything correctly, tears start to form in your eyes. Is that really what people think? That Bucky’s just with you because he pities you? You’ve always known Bucky was beautiful, definitely the hottest guy you’ve ever seen in your life, and you’ve always known he was out of your league. You know you’re by no means thin, but you also don’t consider yourself fat, especially not after all the work that it took you to get to a place where you have a healthy relationship with your body. Yes, you still have your doubts and insecurities, but that’s just in your head. Although here you are, hiding in a supply closet, tears streaming down your face, because there are actual people outside of your head that see your flaws too. One thing is to wonder about this stuff in the middle of the night when you can’t sleep, the voices in your head taking over, but to hear those same thoughts coming out of someone’s mouth hit you hard.
You don’t even know how long you stay hidden, but at some point you snap out of it and dry your tears, opening the door and making the way to your room. It feels like only a second passes and then you’re opening the door of yours and Bucky’s room, making a beeline for the bathroom, barely acknowledging your boyfriend as he greets you and locking the door behind you. Bucky’s eyebrows furrow at your cold shoulder, immediately getting worried, he gets up from the bed and knocks on the door of the bathroom calling out for you.
-Everything okay?- you can hear the concern in his voice and it only makes you feel worse, you find yourself wondering if he’s actually worried or just good at pretending. You look at your reflection in the mirror and all of a sudden you feel nauseous, you barely realize it’s not just in your head and then you’re throwing up in the toilet.
Bucky’s more worried than ever, hearing you be sick from the other side of the door. -Doll, I need you to talk to me or I will break down the door.- he knows it may not be the ideal thing to say, but his concern outweighs his rational thinking when you stop making sounds, still not having heard your voice and worried you might’ve passed out.
-I’m okay- your voice is soft, but at least you’re conscious. 
-Can you open the door for me, doll?- he can hear you sigh and shuffle a bit, probably getting up, then he hears the faucet of the sink being turned on as you splash some water on your face. He’s a little calmer now, patiently waiting for you and lets out a little breath of relief when he hears the lock click. You open it reluctantly, trying your best to look normal, but Bucky can see right through you.
-What’s wrong, baby?- he brings his hands to your cheeks and you can’t help but lean into them for a second, before you grab his wrists and slowly lower his hands, his face more worried than before.
-I’m fine, Bucky.- you say, your voice almost emotionless.
-You were just throwing up, you’re not fine- it takes all of him not to reach for you again, not wanting to cross your boundaries.
-It’s nothing. Maybe I’m just sick. I’ll take a shower, it’ll make me feel better.- You don’t give him time to respond as you close the door and lock it again, starting the shower.
Bucky feels like he can barely breathe, your behavior making him more worried than he’s been since the 40s and he had to take care of sickly little Steve. You never acted like this with him, when you were sick or even grumpy from your period you usually became clingy and wanted him around even more than you usually do. But he gave you the benefit of the doubt, if you were sick this wasn’t the moment to think about himself, he had to take care of you first and he could ask you when you were feeling better. With new resolve he heads towards the kitchen, determined to get everything you might need to make you feel better.
You stayed in the shower for over an hour, trying to avoid Bucky as much as you could, but you knew you had to get out and face him eventually. When you came out of the bathroom you found him sitting in the desk chair, the desk full of things you’re pretty sure weren’t there when you entered the room. Bucky was on his feet and coming towards you in a second, your favorite pair of pajamas in his hand.
-Are you feeling better?- he asked you softly, worry still present on his face. You can’t bring yourself to look at him, taking the clothes and changing as fast as you can, a small ‘I’m fine’ leaving your lips. 
-what's all of this?- you said, going around him towards the desk.
-oh, I just brought you some things to make you feel better- he couldn’t help himself as he wrapped his arms around you from behind while you look through the things he brought you. He got you all sorts of pain meds, your favorite snacks and drinks, your heating pad and your favorite comfort book. You wanted to cry at the sight, but part of you couldn’t help but doubt Bucky, even with how sweet he’s being. You snap out of it when you feel Bucky give you a kiss on the shoulder and, suddenly, it all feels fake and it’s all too much for you. 
You place your hands on his and move his arms away from you, then start heading to the bed.
-I’m not hungry, I just wanna sleep a bit- is all you say while you lay down and turn away from him, tears threatening to fall down again. You heard him sigh behind you, then he moved around and you felt him lay a kiss on your head before he walked out the room shutting the lights on his way, wanting to give you a little space you clearly wanted. You weren’t sure if you were glad you could cry yourself to sleep freely or worried that him walking out solidified the voices in your head that told you that, maybe, Bucky really doesn’t love you.
When you woke up the next morning Bucky’s arms were wrapped around you from behind and, while usually being in his hold made you feel safe, all you could concentrate on was the feeling of his hands on your belly and how disgusted he would be if he woke up and realized the position you were in, no matter how may times you've been like this. You slipped away from his embrace and went to change into work out clothes, you went to sleep pretty early yesterday so it was still early in the morning when you woke up, you weren’t expecting to meet anyone yet but, once again, you were proven wrong by the shuffling coming from the kitchen as you made your way to grab a water bottle. You approached carefully without making a sound and when you peaked around the corner you saw Steve, probably back from a morning run, in front of the counter with his back to you with water in his hand. You tried to move as quietly as possible, even with enhanced hearing your skills have gotten so good you were able to sneak around the super soldiers when needed. You decided to use the stairs to get to the gym, the door leading to them squeaking lightly, Steve turned around at the sound but seemed to decide it was nothing as he shrugged and made his way to his room.
You’ve been at the gym for a couple of hours, stopping only to grab water from the mini fridge, when the door opens and you hear Bucky’s voice.
-Hey, Doll, I’ve been looking for you everywhere.- His voice sounded genuinely concerned, and you had to give him props on his acting skills.
-yeah, couldn’t sleep- you say without looking at him, barely stopping your punching of the bag in front of you.
-I thought you were sick- he’s slowly getting closer, you’d almost think he was trying to corner a scared animal.
-clearly I feel better- you shrug, trying to end this conversation as fast as possible. You feel his hand on your shoulder and finally stop, taking a deep breath before turning to face him. His face looked more worried than you’ve ever seen it, it almost made you forget your own concerns about the reality of your relationship. Almost. 
-Maybe you should go visit Bruce, make sure everything’s okay- his eyes never left your face, you tried your best to hide any emotion but it’s always been too easy for him to read you so you shrug his hand from your shoulder, trying to put a little distance between you. He looks genuinely hurt, but, again, what would expect from a trained assassin? Pretending comes as naturally to him as breathing. 
-I’m fine, Bucky.- you turn back to the bag and resume your punching, you’re so lost in your own thoughts you don’t even notice him walking out of the gym. You work out some more before deciding it’s enough and go back to your room, thankful for the first time that Bucky’s not there. After you shower and change again, you find yourself with nothing to do and, for once, you find yourself wishing you had paperwork to keep you occupied and give you an excuse to avoid everybody.
You grab your purse and make your way out, mumbling something about having errands to run in the city when you come across some people in the living room, basically running out of there so fast you can’t even tell who’s actually there watching tv. You spend the whole day running around the city, not really having a destination but when the sun starts coming down you decide to head back. When you enter the living room you can see everyone sitting at the kitchen table.
-Finally, you’re here! We can eat now!- Sam almost screams and you know you can’t escape this.
-Sorry, didn’t realize you were waiting on me.- You say quietly while sitting down in the only free chair that’s unfortunately next to Bucky.
-It’s okay, koala bear- Steve smiles from your other side -Bucky said you weren’t feeling great, so Wanda made your favorite-
You try to look excited while smiling and thanking Wanda as she and Vision place the food on the table and, if she noticed something was off, she didn’t say anything, just giving you a smile of her own in return.
-Where were you all day?- Tony asks you.
-The city- you simply say, trying to sound as casual as possible while making no attempt to look at him, or make eye contact with anyone for that matter. But Tony seems satisfied with your answer, taking your lack of conversation for tiredness and going back to talking to Clint. You manage to avoid all conversations with nods and humms, you can feel Bucky’s gaze on you almost as it burns but you can’t find it in yourself to look back at him. When you feel his hand coming to rest on top of yours on the table you feel like something in you snaps and you get up abruptly, making everybody stop as they give you confused looks.
-excuse me, I still don’t feel well, I think I’m gonna go to my room and rest- and, without giving anyone the chance to say anything you walk away. There’s a second of silence before the team seems to dismiss your behavior as grumpiness from feeling sick, after all the rare times that you did get sick you got very irritable. Bucky seemed to be the only one to notice your untouched food. 
After less than five minutes the door to your room opened and Bucky came in, finding you sitting on the bed staring at nothing, clearly lost in your head. He makes his way to you and kneels down in front of you.
-What’s going on, Doll?- he tries his luck again, putting a hand on your knee hoping that giving space all day allowed you to come around and you’ll talk to him. You prove him wrong by getting up, never once sparing him a glance, and making your way to the closet, trying to busy yourself so you won’t have to look at him.
-Nothing- you offer nothing more and Bucky starts to get frustrated with you. 
-What is wrong with you today?- He knows something’s wrong, he knows you better than anyone, and he’s trying to be patient with you but you’ve never acted this cold towards him and it scares him.
-Nothing is wrong- you know you’re pushing it, you know you’re doing nothing to alleviate his worries, but you can’t help the feeling that he’s the one in the wrong, he’s the one out of line, he’s the one that betrayed your trust and hurt you and toyed with your feelings and lied to you about his own. You had every right to be short with him. Right?
-Something is obviously wrong, why won’t you just talk to me?!- he almost whined and you rolled your eyes, your own unjustified irritation coming out.
-Oh for the love of God, just give it a rest!- you almost yell, and the surprise you find in yourself is nothing compared to the one on Bucky’s face.
-what?- he’s almost whispering and the hurt in his voice for some reason just infuriates you more.
-Stop treating me like I’m made of glass! Not everyone is as needy as you, you know. I’m a grown ass adult and I don’t need you!- you can’t stop shouting, knowing full well you don’t mean a word you’re saying, but wanting to hurt him as much as you’re hurting, as wrong as that is.
-Don’t you think I know that you don’t need me?!- he’s yelling too, now, and you know you pushed the right button -I know damn well how strong you are, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still worry about you!-
-I don’t need you to worry about me!-
-Well, that’s too damn bad for you, because I love you and I want you to be okay!- God, even shouting he’s still being nice to you.
-Well, that’s too damn bad for you, because it’s none of your business if I’m okay!- not the best response, but at this point you honestly have no idea what’s coming out of your mouth anymore.
-God, why are you being such a child about this?!- Bucky barely understands what’s going on at this point, the two of you have never fought before, not so much as an argument, and now here you were in a yelling match that started because he was concerned about you.
-Oh boo freaking hoo, poor Bucky having to deal with a child! If you don’t like me just say so!-
-What the hell are you talking about?!- he’s beyond confused now.
-If you don’t want this- you gesture between the two of you -just leave! Go and find someone you actually like! Don’t stay with me just because you feel like you have to!-
-When did I ever say that? Are you out of your mind?!-
-Yes, I’m crazy! Now just leave me the fuck alone!- you yell at the top of your lungs and Bucky seems to freeze on his spot. Assuming this is over, you turn around and climb in the bed, your back to Bucky once again. When you hear him sigh and start moving you feel like you’re reliving yesterday, except this time you don’t expect him to kiss you but just leave. He turns off the lights, but you frown when you don’t hear the door, instead you feel the bed dip next to you and tense up when Bucky’s arms wrap around you from behind, bringing you closer to him with you back pressed to his chest.
-I will choose you over everyone, even on the days where we don’t understand each other- he whispers in your ear after a moment of silence and you can’t do anything to stop the tears that start coming out, feeling Bucky holding you tighter without saying another word. You want to believe him, you really do, but Sharon’s voice in your head is like a net, not allowing you to fall fully into Bucky, not being able to accept that someone like him truly loves you.
You started spending your days by yourself, avoiding people as much as possible. Everytime you were in a room with someone all you could think about was how they were probably judging you and all you wanted to do was run away and hide. Isolating yourself did nothing to ease your worries, spending all your time overthinking and hating on yourself. You started pulling away from Bucky too and it was killing him. You still wouldn’t talk to him, everytime you were together you would pretend that everything was fine, putting on a smile he knew was fake, really doing the bare minimum to keep a conversation going and when he touched you he always got the feeling that you wanted nothing more than to slap his hands away, always trying to be discrete as you inched away from him with any excuse that came to mind.
It was the change in your relationship with Bucky that started to clue the team in on your behavior. As much as they had fun giving you shit for it, they all admired your closeness and were happy that you found each other. They started paying more attention to you, everybody could see something was wrong, but if you wouldn’t talk to Bucky about it, really what chance did they have? It didn’t stop them from worrying though, seeing how you seemed to waste away, spending too much time in the gym, losing weight at an alarming rate and not getting enough sleep to function, sometimes resulting in you falling asleep during meetings or on the mat at the gym. But you refused to let Bruce look at you, refused any help really, your temper was shorter than ever and you ended up snapping at people more often than not. You tried to keep it together, but it was obviously not working, the only thing you managed to do was avoiding meals without anyone noticing.
After weeks on end of this, the team decided to do something to try and cheer you up, taking the opportunity of your birthday coming up. Steve managed to convince Tony to have a small party, just the team and agents of Shield, instead of one of his big parties full of strangers. They were careful when they approached you with the subject, having taken to walking on eggshells around you, and you couldn’t help feeling bad for the way you’ve been treating them, so you decided to be cool about the party, even knowing deep down you’d regret it.
Natasha and Wanda offered to go shopping with you for a new dress for the occasion, but you declined their invitation. You know they were trying to be nice, but just the thought of going from store to store, seeing all those beautiful, skinny women trying on pretty dresses you’d never be able to fit into, together with the two gorgeous redheads, it sounded like hell to you. Which is why you asked the team to have a more informal dress code than usual, allowing you to dress as comfortable as you could be at the moment with loose fitting pants and a large hoodie.
You arrived at the party in the ballroom of the compound that Tony just had to have and were thankful to see everyone dress casually, most of the girls not even wearing dresses, but you still tried not to linger too long on their looks, not wanting to feel worse than you already do about your own. Arms wrapped around your body and you heard Bucky wish you a happy birthday, you gave him a few seconds before you wiggled away from the embrace and turned around, giving Bucky your best fake smile and thanking him before kissing him quickly on the cheek and walking away towards the bar to get some water. You didn’t need to be getting drunk and throwing up more than you already did everytime your stomach forced you to eat anything.
You spend the whole night going from person to person, trying not to talk to anyone too long, making sure to always keep moving to avoid too many questions. You knew it was only a matter of time before they started coming, even Fury was present, worried about you ever since he had to take you off missions for passing out on the field. Soon came the moment you’d been dreading most: Wanda came toward you with your favorite cake and everybody started singing. You knew that being the center of attention you wouldn’t be able to get away with not eating, the team would’ve pieced things together if you tried, having already gone through this years ago. Honestly you were a little disappointed nobody had figured it out yet, but not entirely surprised as you told yourself everyone just didn’t care enough, and why should they when you look the way you do?
Everyone cheered as you blew on the candles, fake smile still going strong. The cake was cut and everyone was enjoying Wanda’s culinary talent, you even managed to eat yours and keep it down without looking disgusted with yourself, everything was going great. You were behind the bar now taking another water bottle from the mini fridge, accidentally knocking over a glass full of straws that was thankfully made of plastic so it didn’t break. While you were picking up straws you heard footsteps getting close to the bar that hid your kneeling figure and stopped what you were doing when you heard Sharon talking about you, again.
-And did you see how she’s dressed to her own party? No wonder Bucky’s been staying as far away as possible all night- she was basically whispering, but it was still loud enough for you to hear.
-I know, he’s probably ashamed of her. Wouldn’t surprise me if he dumped her tonight- the two girls giggled and that seemed to snap you out of your trance. You got up so fast you scared Sharon and the other girl, their startled squeals drawing the attention of the rest of the party, everybody ready for danger.
But there was no danger, all everybody could see was two mortified looking agents and you with tears in your eyes that you didn’t even feel starting to fall. The whole team was worried sick, everybody getting closer to the bar, but Bucky was the one that was at your side before you could even think about blinking the tears away.
-What’s wrong, baby?- he looked so worried, almost like he himself was about to cry at the mere thought of you being in pain. But that couldn’t be it, that wasn’t what you were seeing. He was probably just embarrassed you were being overly emotional for no apparent reason, and that look in his eyes was him getting ready to break up with you right then and there. At that thought you could literally feel the cake you just ate coming back up and all you could do was run as fast as you could towards the nearest bathroom, a very concerned Bucky running after you after silently agreeing with Steve with a single look that he’d be the one to take care of you.
You made it to the toilet just in time to unload, barely registering two hands taking your hair and holding it away from your face. You finished vomiting and cleaned your mouth with some toilet paper before throwing it in and flushing it, shuffling your body backwards until your back hit the tub and you closed your eyes resting your head against it. You felt your hair falling back down on your shoulders and could make out the sound of the faucet running for a few seconds before you felt a wet towel gently brushing your cheeks and mouth. You opened your eyes and were met with Bucky kneeling in front of you, seemingly examining every inch of your face to try and understand what’s going on. Before he could ask you for what felt like the thousandth time though, you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore.
-please don’t leave me- your voice was weak enough already from vomiting and the sobs that started coming in didn���t certainly help, tears starting to fall like waterfalls but you didn’t let any of that stop you from going on -I know I said I didn’t need you, but I do. I need you so much more than you could ever know.- Bucky wrapped his arms around you and was relieved when you didn’t pull away for the first time in weeks, instead clinging to him as you kept pleading with him not to leave you in between broken sobs while he moved you to sit curling on his lap.
Bucky’s heart broke for you and he wondered if this was how you felt everytime you comforted him, feeling even more in awe of you now that he knew how hard it was to see the person you love like this. All he wanted was to make you feel better, take away all your pain, but he had no idea how. When you showed no signs of calming down after several minutes, he decided to try to talk you down, hoping not to make things worse.
-Doll, I need you to calm down- he tried to pull away just enough to look you in the eyes, but you just hugged him tighter, almost terrified that he’d just get up and leave forever if you let go, getting more agitated by the second. 
-Baby please try to take deep breaths- he was trying really hard not to panic himself now. -I’m not leaving, I promise. I’m staying right here with you, but you need to calm down, please- 
Maybe it was because he was basically begging you, maybe it was because of the panic and concern you thought could hear in his voice or maybe it was his grip getting impossibly tight on you that grounded you, but your brain seemed to clear just enough to give your body the command and you started trying to take deep breaths. When you loosened your hold on Bucky he grabbed one of your hands and put it on his chest right over his heart, the steady beating giving you something to concentrate on, trying your best to copy his breathing. 
It took a few more minutes but you calmed down, tears still falling silently down your cheeks while Bucky rubbed your back with his metal hand, his other hand warm still over yours on his chest. -I’m sorry I’m such a mess…- your voice sounded foreign to your own ears, quiet, full of sadness and desperation. That wasn’t you. That wasn’t the confident, strong woman that kicked ass and defended Bucky even to your own family from day one. What happened to you?
Unbeknownst to you, Bucky was asking himself the same question. What happened to the sweet, bright girl that offered him a hug after five seconds of knowing him? The girl that calmed him down from a panic attack and kept him company through the night even after knowing about his past? The girl who let him hang onto her like a koala and allowed him to let it all out? The girl that was patient with him, understanding and never once judged him, no matter how broken she’d seen him? He really couldn’t think of anything that happened to break you this much, to bring you to basically have a meltdown on a bathroom floor. Whatever it was he needed to know now, and was more determined than ever to find out.
-Doll, you’re not a mess. You’re hurting, I can see it. We all can. And I know you’re strong, but everybody needs help once in a while. Whatever’s been happening, you don’t have to go through it alone. Just like you didn’t let me go through anything alone. You were always there for me, you’re always there for everybody.- he paused and you took the moment to spiral further. This is the only reason why he’s still with you. You were there for him, you cared and comforted him. So he feels the need to stay with you because Bucky’s loyal, no matter what his feelings actually are. But he’s gonna fall in love one day with someone, and what is that gonna mean for you? He’s gonna leave you to be with the person he actually wants, loyalty or not. Your fall down the rabbit hole was stopped by Bucky’s voice. -Please let me be there for you. This is killing me, watching you do this to yourself. Please tell me what’s going on, baby, because you’re scaring me so fucking much. Please- he finished in a whisper.
Before you could even properly process his words, you felt a tear that was not yours fall on your cheek making your eyes widen and you looked up to see Bucky already looking at you, tears rolling down his cheeks. Your hand went up to his face automatically, feeling him lean into it. You sat up straighter on his lap, leaning in to rest your forehead against his, closing your eyes while willing yourself to stop the tears long enough so you could talk. Bucky didn’t push you, finding comfort in your touch after having missed it for what, in his opinion, was too damn long.
-I’m sorry… I just…- you didn’t even know how to start to explain it. Bucky could see you were having a hard time finding the words, so he tried to help saying -you don’t need to rush it, doll. I don’t want to push you to talk about something you clearly don’t want to, but I’ve just been so worried. You’ve been pushing everyone away, and you don’t sleep and stay at the gym until you almost pass out. And you think that I don’t hear you throwing up, but I do, and even with all your oversized clothes I can see how much weight you’ve been losing. It’s killing me, baby, I hate to see you like this. I just want to know why- he kissed the side of your head and you were on the verge of tears again. Trying hard to hold them back, you forced yourself to speak.
-I heard some people talking about me…- you started, your voice still quiet, and you went on to tell him everything. The conversation you overheard, the insecurities that it brought to the surface, the issues you had in the past and the struggle you’ve been having the last few weeks.
Bucky he didn’t know what to feel. He was enraged, worried sick, sad at how miserable you’ve been, just to name a few. But more than anything he was heartbroken at how much you’ve been questioning your relationship with him and his love for you. He was devastated to think that everytime he told you how much he loved you, you doubted him and convinced yourself he was lying. And the worst part is he has no idea how to change your mind. Is there anything he can say that you won’t doubt? Anything he can do to show you how much you mean to him? Probably not, but he has to try and make you understand. Your eyes were still closed, not daring to see the disappointment in Bucky’s face.
-Baby, look at me- he said firmly but gently enough to not make you think he was in any way mad at you. He waited patiently until you looked at him which, after taking a deep breath, you did and only then he continued, taking your face in his hands -There are so many things I want to tell you right now, but I’ll start with I love you, doll. I love you so much it actually hurts. Maybe we got close because you were nice and patient with me, but that’s not why I love you. I love you because you’re kind and smart and strong and dedicated. You can kick ass like no one else and you’re still the sweetest person I’ve ever met. And I’m almost 100, I’ve met a lot of people- he smiled a little when he finally got you to giggle, the first real laugh he’d heard from you in weeks.
-You’re compassionate and understanding and loyal and beautiful beyond compare. I fell in love with you because of who you are, not what you look like. That doesn’t mean I don’t think you’re pretty, I think you’re gorgeous and I love your body. I love everything about you. Every. Single. Thing. - he punctuated every word with a kiss to your nose and each of your cheeks. -You think I’d ever leave you? I could never even consider being with someone else. God, you were never even supposed to mean this much to me! I was never supposed to fall so hard. But you know what? I did and that’s the truth and that’s what keeps me holding on because it hurts like hell to let you go.-
You were obviously in tears, not being able to look away from Bucky’s eyes even if you wanted because of his hold on your face, not that you were trying that hard to get away. You had no words to describe the way you felt, not even being sure if you fully believed him. The look on his face, though, made you want to believe. Made you want to tell all the voices in your head to fuck off until the only one left is Bucky’s saying all the things he just said, over and over again. But could you really let go of them that easily?
-You don’t have to carry this by yourself, doll- Bucky could see your internal struggle -Lean on me. Let me help you make this easier-
There was nothing but sincerity in his eyes, he couldn’t possibly be that good of an actor to be faking it, right? So you decided to trust him. You trust him with your life, why can’t you believe that he really loves you? 
You can. You do. You will.
-okay…- You’re basically whispering, still a little worried he’s just pretending and is gonna rip the rug from under you any second -I love you, so much. And I want to believe you love me… but it may take me a little while to accept that completely. I’m sorry…-
-You don’t need to apologize, baby. It doesn’t matter how much time it takes, I’m here for all of it. I want nothing more than to help you feel better, starting with helping you love yourself as much as I love you- he wiped your tears with his thumbs before he gave you a soft kiss on the lips -and not worrying what jealous, unimportant random people think of you. You’re beautiful inside AND out, don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise. Not even this.- he tapped the side of your head. You wrap your arms around his neck and hug him tightly, neither one of you needing to say more at the moment. After a few minutes like this, you’re both done crying and you let go just enough to look at each other.
-Can we go to our room?- you ask him and he nods, letting you get off his lap and then getting up with you. He doesn’t let you get too far from him as you go to the sink to try and make yourself look decent, he follows you so closely you might think you’re glued to each other. Your eyes meet in the mirror and he smiles at you, wrapping his arms around your waist, he gives you a kiss on the shoulder before resting his head on it. You successfully wash off all the makeup you put on for the party, your efforts now ruined by all the crying.
-You’re so pretty- Bucky tells you, his eyes never leaving yours and you smile a real smile this time, giving him a kiss on the cheek and making him smile even more.
You got out of the bathroom and you tensed up seeing everybody still at the party, your breath hitching in your throat, embarrassment crawling up on you. You could see the team’s worried looks and the last thing you wanted was to go through the last 40 minutes all over again, in front of everybody. You just wanted to go to your room and cuddle up with Bucky, but the super soldier had other plans.
-Can I have everybody’s attention?- you looked at him, but he simply smiled at you and kept going once the whole room was looking at you two -it’s been brought to my attention that some of you have some misconceptions about our relationship.- You didn’t tell Bucky who you heard the conversation from, only that it was two agents just in case he might think it was someone on the team, and it almost looked like he was scanning every agent’s face to try and figure out who it was, but he continued nonetheless.
-I’d just like to make it clear for everyone that not only I love this woman more than life itself, but I, and everyone who knows her for that matter, think she’s the best, most caring person I’ve ever met. Not to mention the most attractive in my ever so humble opinion- he wrapped his metal arm around your waist and brought you closer as your face got redder, and you could see the team chuckling and grinning at Bucky’s possessiveness and your flustered form. -And it’s also absolutely none of your business what happens in our relationship. But, since you’re all here I might as well give you something real to gossip about- to say you were confused was an understatement, you turned around as Bucky’s arm disappeared from around you just in time to see him reach into his back pocket, pulling out a ring box and getting down on one knee.
You heard gasps around the room, your own being muffled by your hand in front of your mouth, your eyes growing wide. -Bucky- it was barely a whisper to begin with, your hand almost not letting it escape at all.
-Baby, I meant every single thing I’ve said today. I love you so much. I’ve been carrying this around for a couple of months, looking for the right time to do this. But when you started pushing me away I thought maybe you were changing your mind about me. I was terrified and decided to wait, but I realize now if I had done this when I first wanted to, the last few weeks probably wouldn’t have happened, I could’ve saved you so much pain. I don’t know if this is the right time, but I do know that I’ve been ready for a while and right now I honestly can’t think of a better way to show you just how much you mean to me. So… - he opened the box to reveal a rose gold ring with one big diamond at the center and two smaller ones on each side of it, and took your free hand on his -Doll, will you marry me?- he could feel you trembling, tears forming in your eyes once more, as the whole room seemed to hold their breath.
-Yes!- you were finally able to get out and Bucky felt like he could breathe again, happiness spreading throughout his body. You basically threw yourself on him and he caught you with ease, getting up on his feet while you wrapped your legs around his waist like a koala. There was a chorus of cheers, the team immediately gathering around you to congratulate you both.
It felt like too little time when you finally detached from Bucky while he gently put you on the ground before slipping the ring on your finger and kissing it, his eyes never leaving yours, silently telling you he belongs to you and only you. You’re about to lean in for a kiss when two strong arms picked you up making you squeal, Steve’s laughter in your ear as he said something about finally having a sister-in-law and making everybody laugh. After a good 15 minutes of hugs left and right, Bucky intervened.
-Okay, okay, can you please not smother my future wife?- your heart skipped a beat when he said that and you were sure you were smiling like crazy as he made his way through the team to get to you.
-You know, he actually asked me for my blessing. I told you he cares very much about you.- Tony whispered to you while he passed, giving you one last squeeze and a wink before everybody gave you and Bucky a moment. He wrapped his arms around your waist and finally kissed you. When you pulled away you were both smiling like idiots, never wanting this moment to end.
There was no separating you, and now everybody knows it.
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Just a Taste
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Summary: You and Bucky have a nice routine down: he takes you out to dinner, some dancing, then you lure him upstairs to make you both cum in your pants. But this time, you want a little taste of something new. 
Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY, minors DNI), making out, dry humping, hand job, blow job, Bucky isn’t a virgin but he’s never gotten a bj before, switch!Bucky, switch!Reader, Reader is a menace but in a good way, mention of fingering and pussy eating, vocal Bucky (he’s a screamer), pet names (I avoid the term ‘doll’ like the plague), fluffy times, and cutie patooties in love. 
Word Count: 3,000
A/N: This was supposed to be shorter than it was. But oh well! I was in a dick sucking mood again, and I thought that since I did 40s!Steve, I might as well do 40s!Bucky. Let me know what you think! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated. Send me some horny 40s Bucky thots too, please! Ok! I love you guys! 
Kisses💋
—K
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It was a routine at this point: Buck would take you out to dinner, some dancing, a stroll through the park on the way home, then you’d lure him upstairs to your apartment to grind on him until you both came in your underwear. So, when you whispered between mind-numbing kisses that Clara and Margaret weren’t home, Bucky immediately knew what you were implying— his dick did too. 
The moment the door to your apartment was shut, you were on each other. Your hands in his hair to angle his lips just the right way, his hand on your waist to hold you as close as humanly possible, and one hand holding your leg hiked up around his waist. He had you against the wall, your back pressed into the light floral wallpaper while you devoured his lips just how he likes it. And the hard, throbbing bulge pressing into your core told you that he likes it a lot. 
You quiver in his arms when he gently rolls his erection into you, he was still so shy, scared to go too far or move too fast with you. You reward him with a soft moan, and tug his hair teasingly. Bucky grunts at the gentle sting at his scalp, his cock twitching happily, his lips breaking from yours to gasp for air. 
“Jesus, Sweetheart,” he rasps out, “you keep that up, this’ll be over sooner than I’d like,” he chuckles and reclaims your lips, sneaking his tongue into your mouth to try and fight for dominance of the kiss. You let him lead for a moment before rolling your hips into his, the sensual grinding of your clothed core against his never failed to leave you both gasping. “Oh fuck, that’s it—so fucking good…”
“My, what a filthy mouth you have, Mr. Barnes,” you tease, “what would your mother think?”
“Please, do not mention my mother right now,” he begs, making you both laugh. 
“I’m sorry, Buck, I can take your mind off it,” you smirk and push off the wall, guiding him towards the couch. Bucky eagerly leans into the cushions and pulls you into his lap, sighing contently when you take your place on top of him. Your mouth attaches to his again, this time sloppier. You let your tongue slide against his slowly while your hips begin to move against his. Bucky purrs when you kiss him, the way your tongue swirls around his mouth and the sweet taste of your spit sends his head spinning every time, and he fucking loves it. 
The sound of his belt being undone has Bucky’s brain short-circuiting, you were still humping him, his own pace stuttering as his mind tries to catch up with what’s going on. He breaks the kiss to grab your hands gently. 
“W-What are you doing?” He practically moans into your mouth. You smirk and bite your lip. 
“Nothing you won’t like,” you whisper before kissing his lips and trailing kisses along his jaw and neck, his grip on your hands loosening with each messy kiss. When you find the spot on his neck that makes him shiver, you sink your teeth into it. The action has Bucky’s body jolting with electricity and a desperate need to cum that he can’t ignore any longer. You pull his zipper down, slowly peeling back the layers that separate you from his aching cock. His hands paw at your hips to help ground himself—Bucky wasn’t a virgin, but something about you made it feel like his first time. Each touch, each kiss, each loving word had his stomach filling with butterflies and left him shaking for more. 
You trail your kisses lower, dipping your lips down to suck a hickey into his collarbone (just low enough for him to hide behind his shirts). A wicked smirk paints your face when you hear Bucky whimper for you, but you hide it in a sloppy kiss, your hands messing his hair up even more. Bucky smiles and suckles at your tongue, savoring the taste of your mouth like it was his favorite flavor. He feels one of your hands leave their refuge in his hair to slide down his neck, your touch was teasing and feather light as it went lower and lower. His heartbeat quickens when your fingers graze along his chest and abdomen, then your soft hand is slipping into his pants, sneaking under the cotton fabric of his boxers. 
“A-Ah!” He shakily gasps, his eyes blown wide as his head tips back to look for God. The feeling of his heavy cock resting in the palm of your hand has you moaning while you watch him. You can’t resist giving his thick girth a gentle squeeze, the action has Bucky twitching and groaning your name in a lusty growl you’d never heard before. He makes the mistake of looking back to you and sees your hand stuffed down his pants, the sight is almost too good to be true. 
“Oh fuck,” his voice was breathy and strained as you kiss along his sharp jawline, focusing on his sensitive spot like it was your reason for living. Each throb of his cock in your hand and throaty groan had your neglected pussy weeping for attention. But you could wait until later, you had other plans for tonight. 
Carefully, you free his dick from the confines of his black dress pants, noting the relieved sigh that Bucky lets out in your ear. Giving his neck one last peck, you meet Bucky’s dazed eyes with a gentle smile. He curses under his breath, your plump lips were too good for him to resist. You squeak in surprise when he surges forward and smashes your mouths together once more. It was a passionate, feverous kiss, you both moved as if the world existed solely in this kiss. 
When the burn in your lungs got too much, you pulled back for air, foreheads resting together as you breathed each other in. You gave him no time to rest as you slowly stroked his cock, dragging your hand across the silky skin of his shaft. 
“O-Oh…Oh my god,” Bucky gasps before chuckling at himself. He was wrecked. And this was only from your hand. The power you hold over him should scare him, but the sensual way your hand caresses his manhood has his mind going blank. He cradles you to him, his hips driving upwards into your hand, matching your leisurely pace. There’s a glint in your eye that tells him you were up to something, and fuck, right now, he’d let you do anything you wanted to him. 
You lean back a little and still your hand, your head tilted down as you gather the saliva in your mouth to pool on your tongue. Bucky watches as you let a thick string of spit fall from your devious mouth and land on his weeping tip. His jaw flies open as he moans your name in shock, the hot spit coats his shaft as you work it into him, moving your fingers across the sensitive skin to get him nice and wet. You chuckle throatily at his reaction. 
“Feel good, Buck?” You bite your lip and look up at him like you didn’t just spit on his cock. He wants to glare at you and say something smart, but then your hand speeds up and his mind is once again wiped clean. 
“F-Fucking hell,” he grunts instead, his eyes flutter a little as he basks in the pleasure you graciously give him, listening to the slick sounds of your fist stroking his shaft. 
“Take that as a ‘yes,’” you tease and kiss his neck once more, your kisses more aggressive than before, each one accented with a nip of your teeth. Bucky shivers when your lips descend his throat and to his collar bones, but when he feels you sliding out of his lap, his eyes open in confusion. 
“What are you doing?” He asks through breathy moans, his hands trying to hold you in place on his lap, but you managed to placate him with a teasing bite to jaw. When you land on your knees in front of him, he can barely contain the excited curse that falls from his lips. “Shit—W-what are you doing?”
“Shhhh, Bucky, it’s ok,” you coo, your free hand stroking his inner thigh to calm him down. You tug at his undone trousers and look up at him through your lashes (you always knew how to get what you wanted from him), “can you take these off for me, baby?”
Bucky has never moved faster in his life. He pushes his trousers and boxers down even lower, letting them pool at his ankles as he waits for your next move. You hum and lick your lips. Slowly, you drag your hand up his inner thigh, your fingertips just grazing his skin. You’d never done this before, but you’d heard a few (graphic) stories from Clara about it and ever since then you couldn’t help but dream about trying it with Bucky. He was always such a gentleman, so kind and loving—you just want to make him feel good. 
You feel a lump of nerves catch in your throat but when Bucky’s larger frame shuddered as your thumb swiped over his leaking head any and all worries disappeared. You can feel his icy blue eyes burning holes into your skin, watching and waiting for your next move. With a soft sigh, you bring your lips to his knee, pressing a soft kiss to the warm skin. You move higher and higher, kissing his inner thigh as slow as you could. You could feel the thick muscle tense each time you kissed him, small little whimpers flowed freely from his mouth, his breathing was erratic, and his cock throbbed wildly in your hand. 
“Jesuschristjesuschristjesuschrist,” he chanted over and over, his eyes were locked on yours the second you looked up at him, your pretty mouth was dangerously close to his aching dick that was making a mess in your hand. You wink at him and Bucky can’t help but smile bashfully. The smile doesn’t last very long when your hot tongue slides up his inner thigh. “Oh god!”
His hands instinctively clutch your hair and neck, his grip firm but not forcing you anywhere you don’t want to go. You giggle at his reaction and snuggle closer to him, your hand on his cock stopping as you hold eye contact with your lover. Bucky’s legs shake gently as you lean in, your lips getting closer to his leaking tip. Tenderly, you plant a kiss to his head. 
“Fuck!” He curses in a whiny voice, fighting to keep his eyes on the scene in front of him. He wanted to burn the image of you between his legs into his eyelids. He never felt anything quite like this. Sure, he’s gotten a hand job from a date or two but no one’s ever used their mouth on him before. He’d heard stories from some of his friends about it, but he was never lucky enough to be on the receiving end of it—until now. 
 The feeling of his velvety skin on your lips is enchanting, and nearly as intoxicating as the taste of his precum you get when you lick it from your bottom lip. You moan at the taste and immediately swipe your tongue across his tip to collect the pearly beads eagerly. Bucky tosses his head back, his eyes squeezed shut as you lapped at his dick like a kitten. His hips twitched with excitement each time your wet tongue slithered across him, it was turning him into a mess. “Aahh! Ah-hah! Ohhhhh shit!” 
“Oh, Bucky, you taste so good,” you mutter softly before wrapping your lips around him, finally taking him into you. Bucky’s jaw drops wide when he feels your hot mouth surround him, his eyes snapping open as his face crumples in euphoria. 
“Fucking Jesus Christ!” He bellows, his eyes trained on you as you begin to move, bobbing your head up and down at an eager pace. With each stroke you take more and more of his length into your mouth, mentally reciting the notes that Clara gave you: 
Breathe through your nose. You take a deep breath through your nostrils and sink down his shaft even more, his tip breeching your throat. You hear Bucky whimper your name and feel his length flex in your throat. 
Suck harder when you pull back. As you lift your head, you hollow your cheeks, sucking as hard as you could around his tip. The reaction you get from him is exactly what you hoped—his eyes roll back in his head and his grip on your hair tightens. “P-Princess!”
Take a break when you need to, but jack him off while you do it. You release him with a slick ‘pop’, gazing up at his wrecked form. You smirked to yourself as you took him in; his skin was dewey with sweat, his hair was a mess, face was flushed and pinched with pleasure, his shirt unbuttoned and his pants around his ankles— God, you wanted to marry this man. 
Play with his balls. You sneak your free hand down his shaft, cupping his balls in your palm. The moment Bucky feels your soft hand cradle his sack, he wants to cry. A zap of lightning shoots up his spine when you roll them in your palm, your moments were gentle and tender—which made it all the more sinful. He ruts into your hands, trying to gain more friction as his high begins to build. 
“Feelin’ good, Bucky?” You ask sweetly and press a series of kisses to his shaft, starting at the base and going upwards. 
“F-Fuck yes! So fucking good, babydoll, makin’ me feel so good,” he growls out as you suckle at his tip again, his hands gripping your hair tightly. Your tongue swirling around the mushroom head has his toes curling and his back arching. “M’close! Gonna cum! Gonna make me cum, Sweetheart!”
At his announcement, you engulf his member once more. Wasting no time, you bob your head as fast as you can, your tongue licking at the veins along his skin while your hands fondled his balls eagerly. Bucky couldn’t resist it any longer, his hips began to thrust, matching your pace stroke for stroke. His thigh muscles shake beside your head, his legs spreading wider in a bid to be deeper inside your hot, wet, throat. The room was filled with the sounds of Bucky’s unending moans and his cock fucking into your mouth in a heated rhythm, the sloppy noises were like music to him. 
Moan around him. You draw in a deep breath and take him as deep as you possibly could, your eyes water and spill over but you absolutely love it. With your nose pressing into the patch of dark hair at his groin, you moan as loud as you could around him. The sudden vibrations rattled through his entire body, catching him off guard. With a surprised gasp, he finally releases. 
“Fucking—Jesus Christ!” He doubles over as you swallow his load, each contraction of your throat pulls a whimper from the pit of his chest. You feel his cock twitching as each rope fills your mouth, his balls are tense in your hand as you pet him gently, encouraging him to give you more and more. 
Swallowing was like second nature to you, and the moment you got a taste of his seed on your tongue, you were hooked on it. Bucky gasped for breath, his eyesight was spotty as his head spun like a top. He collapsed back into the couch with a whiny groan, his hands releasing your head from their death grip. You suckled at his softening cock until he whimpered your name. You opened your watery eyes and slowly pulled off of him, he sighed in relief, his spent cock thudding against his stomach with a wet ‘thwack’. 
“Holyyyyy shiiiiiiiit,” he sighed with a dazed chuckle, the dopey smile he wore made you giggle with him. Wiping your mouth clean with the back of your hand, you beam up at your loving boyfriend as he stares back. “Come here, Princess.” 
He hauls you into his lap, his arms around your waist to hold you as tightly as his trembling arms could let him. You giggle as he peppers kiss after kiss to any part of your skin he can reach, he mutters ‘I love you’ in between each loving peck. When his lips attach to your swollen ones, he slows down, this kiss is much more loving and meaningful than the rest. 
“Thank you,” he whispers against your lips, still a little breathless. 
“Was it good?” You ask gently and play with his hair idly, you couldn’t help but wonder. He looks at you in astonishment—his chest rumbling with a deep, oddly possessive groan. 
“‘Was it good?’ Are you kidding me? It was fucking amazing, Sweetheart,” he whispers in a husky voice, his hands petting your bare thigh, sneaking up the skirt of your dress. “You’re gonna give me a minute to catch my breath,” he suddenly cups your sopping wet cunt through your ruined panties, his eyes darkening and his voice deepening into a dominant growl, “then I’m gonna eat your pretty pussy until you’re crying. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” you whimper into his ear as you cling to him, his fingers rubbing your weeping entrance through your underwear. “Bucky…”
“Until then,” he pulls your panties to the side and slowly caresses your wet folds, his deep groan matching your high pitched whimper as he feels your bare pussy for the first time, “I’m gonna see how many times I can make you cum on my fingers.”
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marvelcriminalhoe · 1 year
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His Sinful Devotion
Older! Dark! Church guy! Steve Rogers x Innocent! Naive! Preachers daughter! Reader
Part 7 (The end)
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Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 20 - Steve is late 30s early 40s) , Dark, manipulation, dub con, Steve is hardcore manipulative (I’m serious), reader is hardcore innocent (I'm serious), Loss of virginity, talks of past dark acts, sexual acts on someone sleeping, P in V, Unprotected acts, Wrap it before you tap it, 18+ only.
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AN: I haven't posted in awhile. Life has been hitting hard over here in the Mav Household. I’m not going to bore you with everything thats happened, just know I appreciate your support and understanding.
Warning: This might be a bit tamer than the other parts, but that's because they’re married and it's time for the fairytale happy ending... duh ;)
AN2: This is the big sha-bang. The moment you’ve all been waiting for. But that doesn’t mean that’s the end of the story with church guy Steve— don’t want to give a lot away— but with the hidden message in the ending I have a few ideas to do some au one shots with this story using this steve and a different reader, if others want that. This story was actually only ever meant to be a one shot but I’m a whore for praise and ended up doing all this for the people. I’m a hero.
Word Count: 1,595
Everything has to be perfect. 
That’s what keeps going through Steve’s head. Everything needing to be perfect. For you. For him. 
The wedding planning didn’t take too horribly long, considering Steve had everything set up the moment he set his sights on you, but he still had to go about it in a way that seemed normal. Which wasn’t too hard to do, considering you looked to him to do everything for you anyway, just like he taught you. 
The time between getting engaged and the actual wedding day was only a month. Actually less than a month. 27 days in fact. But even then, it seemed like eternity to him. He was so close to his forbidden fruit, to stealing you away and living happily ever after with you. It just made the time seem to go by even slower. 
But now, after 27 excruciating days, Steve stares at himself in the mirror, his hair perfectly styled, tux fit to the nines, straightening out his bowtie, and he can’t help but relish in the now. He’s finally getting what he deserves. After years of thinking maybe this wasn’t meant for him, maybe he wouldn't get his story book, white picket fence, ending, he's finally here, it’s finally his turn. 
“You ready pal?” Bucky questions him from across the room, dressed similarly to Steve with the rest of his groomsmen, Sam, Tony, and Bruce.
Steve takes a breath, turns around, and smiles, “Absolutely.” 
His friends, who know how long he has waited, cheer, and Sam speaks up next, “Everything set up with the house?”
“The realtor closed today.” Steve nods, “We’ll be moved in, in New York, the second we get back from our honeymoon.” 
“That’s great man. We’ll be glad to finally have you back home.” Tony walks over and claps him on the shoulder. The rest of the men nod. All the men, outside of Bucky who is still in the beginning stages, has a woman of their own out in New York. All of them having the perfect life they deserve, and all of them happy another one of their friends is on that path as well. 
When the wedding planner comes and knocks on the door, all the waiting comes to a head. 
You're beautiful in your virgin white dress, the lace veil covering your face, as your father walks you down the aisle. Steve is even more sure you’re meant for him. Picture perfect, as if you came down from heaven just for him. The Lord molded you for him. His perfect girl. His entire devotion. 
The moment he lifts the veil and see’s your face, he’s actually certain you did come from heaven. His own personal angel. And he swears to himself then that he wont ever worship anything more than he worships you. Just like he knows you’ll only ever worship him. Just as you've been molded to do. 
The ceremony is traditional, per Steve’s request, but it’s also short and to the point. Steve’s waited long enough. 
It seems like everything after the moment you are pronounced husband and wife is a blur. You don't remember walking back down the aisle, or taking pictures. You don’t remember greeting your guests, or cutting the cake, or the first dance. Honestly you don’t remember much of the reception at all. You don’t even really remember leaving it, the send off, or the drive to the hotel. 
It’s like you don’t come back to your senses until the moment you are standing in front of the hotel suite door. Steve scoops you up in his arms, adamant on carrying you across the threshold. 
The suite is huge. Everything is marble white with gold accents. The walkway to the bedroom is covered in rose petals that lead all the way to the bed, where they make a heart. Champagne and crystal glasses lay on the table across the room, along with chocolate covered fruit. 
Steve gently sets you down in front of the bed, smiling down at you as he cups your cheeks, “My little wife.” He coos, leaning down to kiss your lips. The slow and gentleness only lasts a few seconds before Steve’s inhibitions come forward, the darkness within him that he’s only let slip in small amounts with you, seems to break through the cage completely. He’s been caged too long, held back too much, and the beast inside him finally comes forward. 
It’s as if his entire being engulfs yours, his lips feasting upon yours as his claws tear away at your dress, allowing the tattered white shreds to fall away to the floor. 
Your back hits the bed with more force than you were expecting and the small whimper that leaves you is swallowed by the monster above you. He relishes in the sounds of your trepidation, the wails of your hesitation, your pleads for him to slow, only further his desire. 
Despite your fears, he knows you are feeling the same desire as him, the wet justices coating his fingers tells him as much. His lips descend down your neck to your perked breasts as his fingers open you up for him. It doesn't matter how many times he's fingered you, you’re still so tight, squeezing his fingers with a firm grip. 
Even with the mad man inside him at the forefront, he still wants to be a good husband of you, wants to treat you right, shower you with so much love you don’t ever look for it outside of him. He want’s to give you so much pleasure. 
It’s why he curls his fingers just so, hitting the point that makes your eyes roll back and your toes curl. It’s why he keeps the pace steady, allowing you to rut against his digits as he praises you over and over, letting you get to your peak. 
“That’s it darling. Come for me. Come for your husband.” 
“Such a good girl for me.” 
“One more, give me one more.” 
He wears you out on his fingers to the point you can’t even see straight, and when you’re chest is heaving, sweat coating your body, mind fuzzy, he stands, towering over you as he discards his own clothes. 
He watches over you as he becomes just as bare as you. Watches the way your chest expands with each breath. The way you are practically glowing with the soft due on your skin. His cock is always hard for you, but right now, looking over you like this, knowing he gets to mark you as his forever, he's throbbing. 
He wastes no time climbing back on top of you, shushing you as your weak please for reprieve reaches his ears, he knows you don’t mean it, not really. The feeling of your slick coating his cock as he slowly drags himself through your lips has him growling, and he’s glad he tired you out enough on his fingers so much because he knows the last of his patience withers away.
Sinking into you is like arriving home. He’s positive he’s never felt such a euphoric rush in his life. And again, he’s glad he’s already made sure you’ve cum more than once before claiming you, because he knows he’s not going to last long.
His thrusts are animalistic, his grip on your hips tight as he makes you meet his each thrust. Skin slapping against skin. Hard, fast, and bruising. 
“My girl.” Steve moans from above you. All you can do is whimper and weakly moan, body too exhausted for anything else. “Only mine.” 
The only thing on Steve’s mind is marking you up. He’s got your entire being as his. Your mind, Your heart, and now, he want’s the one last thing he deserves. 
“Gonna cum inside you, honey.” Steve groans, hips continuing their assault on yours, “Over and over. Gonna fill you up with my seed. Mark your walls. Make you holy and completely mine.” 
The image of you dripping with his cum, the whiteness running down your leg, mixing with the sweat coating your body makes him more feral than before, and it’s enough to have his eyes roll back and his cock twitch inside you. He swears he’s never cum harder in his life. 
It’s exhilarating and blissful. Better than he imagined, and he imagined it a lot these past few months. He’s enamored by you. Completely and holy yours as you are his. His devotion is down right sinful, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
When he finally stops, he keeps himself inside you, knowing it’ll only be a few minutes before he’s ready to go again, and he peppers your face with kisses. Your body is so exhausted you’ve passed out, entirely spent, but that isn’t going to stop him from taking you again, and again, and again. Your his now and he can do as he pleases. 
Not like that’s ever really stopped him before. 
“My perfect little wife,” Steve caresses your cheeks, smiling down as he rubs his nose with yours. You’ve always been beautiful to him, but worn out on his cock, might be his favorite look yet, “We’ll be so happy together, I promise.” He vows, not for the first time today, that you both will have a happy life together. He knows you will. You’re perfect, better than the mistake he had before. You won’t do what she did. And he wont have to get rid of you like he did with her. No, this will be the happy ending he deserves. He knows it will. It has to be.
His devotions may be sinful, but what’s life without a little evil.
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siancore · 2 months
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Second part to this fic.
A/N: This is from Bucky’s POV and takes place in the 1940s while Bucky is at war. Written in the form of V-Mail letters from Bucky to Steve. He wants to tell his best friend about meeting Sam and being smitten, but V-Mail was read and censored by military postal workers. Bucky could be dishonourably discharged and receive a court martial for being homosexual in the army. LGBT+ soldiers were given ‘blue tickets’ to discharge them from service because their ‘character was deemed undesirable’ — around 9,000 soldiers received a blue discharge during war times in the 40s. I hope this gives context to his correspondence. Thanks so much for continuing this journey with me. Enjoy!
Dear Steve,
They said these letters would get to their destination quicker and without much fuss. Better than regular old mail. I hope this finds you well. Hope you’re keeping out of trouble. It’s cold over here, but I don’t want to waste time talking about the weather. Stevie, I’m smitten, Pal. Just my luck to meet the sweetest Buttercup before I had to ship out. My Sweetheart has the prettiest brown eyes I ever did see, and a smile that’s as bright as the sun. Why can’t this world be a better place? Why can’t me and my Sweetheart settle down somewhere and live a nice life? I know there’s a war to be won, and things ain’t as simple as I would like them to be, but sometimes I just want something for myself. Sorry for going on and on. I’m maybe a little homesick. I wish you got to meet my Sweetheart before I left. You two would get on real swell. I miss you, buddy. Take care of yourself.
Yours truly,
J B Barnes.
Dear Steve,
I hope this letter finds you well and happy. Thank you for sending a letter back. I hope you had a nice time at dinner with my folks. My Ma sure does love feeding you. Thinks you’re too skinny, and I think she might be right.
We’re shipping out to the front in Italy tomorrow. My Ma is worried, and she has every right to be. From what the other fellows have said, we’re likely to see combat action real soon. Truth be told, I will be happy to join the fight. As you know, I’m not good sitting on my hands.
How is it being the most eligible bachelor in New York, New York? I bet the dames are lined up around the block for you. Just be yourself, Pal. You will find that special someone. I’m lucky to have found my Buttercup. Wish I had an address to write my Sweetheart. I only know the name of the locality: Delacroix, Louisiana. V-Mail must reach down South. All of the Southern boys are writing to their loved ones. I should at least try, don’t you think? I’m endlessly charmed by a Southern Beauty. Like I said before, Buddy: I am smitten. You will grow tired of my ramblings I’m sure.
Take good care of yourself. I’ll write again when we arrive.
Your Pal,
J B Barnes.
Dear Steve,
Thank you for the drawing pencils. I’ve been using them while waiting for directives. I’m sorry for not writing sooner. Camp life is tough. Feels like the rain ain’t stopped since we put boots on the ground. Some of the fellows in the 107th have fought some skirmishes, I am still waiting to see action. I know you said you found a way to be of service, I just want you to promise me you will be smart about it. Every little bit helps our cause, I just want you to be safe. I am proud of you no matter what you do. You have a good heart, my friend.
I appreciate your encouragement. I thought about writing my Buttercup, but I don’t think that would be a good idea. Different sensibilities down South, you see. My Sweetheart’s folks probably would not appreciate letters from a sergeant in our armed forces sending unsolicited letters to their unwed offspring. It is a different world in the Southern states I’ve been told, and I don’t want to cause my Sweetheart any grief. Dreams of pretty brown eyes and sunshine smiles will have to sustain me for now. At least I can write you and go on and on about my heart’s yearnings for a certain Southern Beauty. You are a good friend to me, Stevie. Thank you for never judging me. I will write again soon. Give my Ma a cuddle from me when you see her next.
Your friend and brother,
J B Barnes
Dear Steve,
Thank you for TWO letters and drawings. Your comic renditions made me smile. I’m sorry for the long wait in between letters. I have finally seen combat action. I am well. Did not get hurt. My Ma was so worried. Rebecca wrote me as well. All of your letters make me less homesick. It’s a different world over here, but I will not waste time retelling the horrors I’ve seen.
I hope your mission is going well. I am proud of you. I hope your date book is full and you are having a marvellous time.
My heart feels heavy. Would it be such a terrible thing for me to write my Sweetheart? Maybe my Sweetheart’s parents wouldn’t mind a soldier writing to their unwed s — child. I don’t want to cause a stir. I wish I at least had a photograph, though I probably don’t need one. My dreams are filled with brown eyes and high cheekbones. Pretty smiles and soft skin. You must think I’m a love struck fool, Stevie. HaHa! Maybe I am. But when two people have a connection like me and my Buttercup do, it reaches beyond the borders of nations. It stretches through time. I don’t have words to explain. Just know that your best friend is love sick and not any less of a man for admitting so.
I don’t know when I’ll be able to write again. Be sure to keep up with your medicines and treatments. Be safe and well.
Your Friend,
J B Barnes
P.S. Maybe when I return home, you might draw a rendition of my Sweetheart for me. I will pay you all of my hard earned money.
Dear Stevie,
I had to write this soon after my last letter, so you will probably get them around the same time.
I got new directives. We’re in the fight now. I just wanted to let you know not to worry too much about me if you don’t hear from me soon. I’ll be busy doing my part.
I won’t win the war until you get here, Pal. That’s a promise.
Signing off for now.
Your Brother in Arms,
Bucky Barnes
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bucky barnes x 40s!fem!reader — series masterlist series summary (part one): The life in the beginning. Before the the war, before the losses, before the grief. chapter warnings: implications of frisky night activities, mention of alcohol use, talk about war word count: 1 147 author's note: these are getting longer, thehee. i got a bit sick last week and will be traveling for a few days this week, so the posting schedule will be one chappy per week for the rest of part one chapters. the posting schedule for all of part one is available now in the masterlist. as always, reblog, comments and other supporting gestures will be appreciated <3
CHAPTER THREE — Bedsheets and engagement rings
1943
Bucky woke up to the sound of his alarm, at precisely 5:30 in the morning. Slamming the clock quiet, he could feel movement beside him, accompanied with a small groan. He turned to his other side, facing her laying on her stomach, left arm splayed on the bed, her right one under the pillow. The very first rays of the morning sun crept through the window, and made the small heirloom diamonds gleam on her left hand.
It made Bucky smile. He’d finally had the courage to propose a year previously, which made their friends and family all exclaim that it finally happened. Unfortunately, the war came over the seas and Bucky enlisted and went to train for the winter in Wisconsin. They agreed to hold a wedding after Bucky would eventually come back from the frontlines, so that they could have a proper wedding. And Bucky would return. Of course he would.
The last month had been a bliss. She had finally caved and started to stay more and more at Bucky’s place instead of the Larimer. Of course, if you asked her or Bucky’s parents, she was dutiful and wouldn’t spend a night with her fiancée before the wedding. Of course she wouldn’t.
Bucky trailed his fingertips on her back, making her sigh. “’S so nice,” she mumbled into the pillow, which made him chuckle softly. He was trying to persuade her to wake up and spend the last moments with him until he had to leave to be shipped to England. 
It was only mere hours ago that they’d stumbled into Bucky’s small Brooklyn apartment, with the warm fuzz of alcohol running in their veins. They had decided to spend Bucky’s last night in New York by going to the Stark Expo with Steve. Bucky had somehow produced a date for Steve, which made her hit his chest playfully and only half-truthfully scold him, because Steve obviously didn’t want a set up date. The date got bored pretty quickly and bolted to join her friends by making you think she was going to the bathroom.
The night continued a bit further once they were in the apartment, resulting in their current naked state. The thought made Bucky trail his hand beneath the blanket that was resting on her waist, which resulted in a another mumble from the pillow.
“Bucky, no. ‘M tired. We just di’ tha’.” Bucky chuckled again, but trailed his hand back up and leaned down to kiss her between her shoulder blades.
“Wake up, darlin’. I have to be leaving soon,” he whispered to the back of her head. That made her sigh deeply and turn on her back, slowly, opening her eyes slightly to the sight of those blue eyes she loved so much. She raised her right hand to caress his cheek, Bucky leaning against her touch, trying to save the memory of it for the foreseeable future.
“Maybe we’ll see each other sooner than you think,” she half-whispered with a glint in her eyes, biting her lip.
Bucky sighed and slightly rolled his eyes, “Doll, no. We talked about this. Don’t enlist as a nurse,” he said with desperation in his voice. He didn’t want her to see the frontlines, the horror, the blood.
Unbeknownst to Bucky and her family, she had already secretly enlisted, and went on a training course in the Brooklyn hospital. Of course she had found different excuses for her absences, to which seemed to work with Bucky. She had always wanted to be a nurse, and now that the war started for their country too, she wanted to do her bit. There was a ticket waiting in her purse for her to be sent to England, a few days behind Bucky.
She only smiled and hummed at him as an answer, which didn’t convince Bucky. He loved her independency and her stubbornness, which also irritated him to his core sometimes. Bucky didn’t want to keep her from her dreams, but he also did not want to see her shot in France or Italy. 
He decided to drop the matter for now. He didn’t want to argue with their last moments together. Instead, he kissed her sweetly, before laying on his back in the white bedsheets and pulled her to lay her head on his chest — the extremely comfortable position, according to her.
“You know,” he started, playing with the ring on her hand that was curled around his right bicep. “I was planning on proposing way before I actually did,” he said, chuckling at the memory of him chickening out every time.
“What?? Really?? Why didn’t you?” She asked, smiling and looking up at him incredulously.
“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I chickened out every time. I was so scared you’d say no,” he confessed, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks.
She smiled more at that, and teased him, “Bucky, have you ever looked in the mirror? Why would I say no to those pretty blue eyes, hmm?” She reached up to brush the tip of her nose against his slightly stubbled cheek.
“Because you’re so amazing, a-and I’m .. me. I used to go on a lot of dates with a lot of women before you, you know,” he said, still a bit sheepishly.
“I know, Buck. Steve might’ve told me some of those dates,” she smirked up at him. It made him gasp in surprise and curse his best friend, emitting a loud laugh from the woman in his arms. Most of all, Bucky was feeling elated, happy, that she hadn’t been scared off by those stories of Steve’s.
When his laugh turned into a soft smile, Bucky looked into her eyes. He couldn’t fathom how he got this lucky. “Thank you,” he said softly.
Looking curiously at him, still a smile on her face, she furrowed her eyebrows just slightly to mark up her confusion, “For what?”
“For not dumping me when you heard about by dating history.”
“Dating women doesn’t automatically make you a bad person, Bucky. Maybe a ladies man, yes,” she smirked which made him him blush and chuckle in embarrassment, “but not a bad person. And now that I know you, I could never think you are or would be a bad person.”
She lifted her right hand from his chest to caress his cheek. “I love you, Bucky Barnes. And I can’t wait to marry you, so you better come back home,” she said, barely a whisper, before kissing him softly. He kissed her back, tangling his free left hand in her hair to bring her even closer.
“I love you too, doll. And we’ll have that wedding soon, don’t you worry,” he smiled softly at her, enjoying the last minutes in his comfortable bed with his girl, bathing in the morning sun, before he had to put on his uniform and go help save Europe.
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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years
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Hi, love your fics so much. Do you have any fluffy headcannons about what Steve Rogers is like as a boyfriend and then Husband?
hi!! thank you so much!!
I didn't have any written, but I've written one for you! I hope it's what you wanted and it's good, it's my first time writing a headcanon.
gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
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FLUFFY HEADCANONS OF STEVE ROGERS (BOYFRIEND)
When Steve asked you out, he was so nervous. His palms were all clammy, and he swears his asthma came back, but the moment you said yes and smiled at him. He felt relief, and he was the cutest shade of red.
The date was a cute little picnic in a meadow full of flowers, watching the sunset with each other. Steve found out that it was your dream date from Nat. 
He’d pick flowers for you, knowing you’d rather that instead of wasting money that will just die.
He made sure that he set aside time for you. Date nights were once a week. You’d try every restaurant around the area and see which were worth returning to.
Steve makes sure there are always snacks stocked up anywhere you’d go. He’d carry a chocolate bar in each pocket, knowing you’d get hungry at some point.
As you go to sleep, he’d tell you about the 40s and run his fingers through your hair. He stared at you lovingly as you drifted off, thanking the universe for putting you in his path.
On your anniversary day, he looks down at the ring he bought. A small, simple ring. He was glad that whenever you looked at rings, you avoided the big, shiny ones.
He set up a picnic, copying the first date. After eating and talking, he took the ring out and asked you right then and there if you’d marry him. He beamed when you said yes.
FLUFFY HEADCANONS OF STEVE ROGERS (HUSBAND)
At the altar, he cried. When you walked out as beautiful as ever, he lost his breath, and Bucky had to poke him to get him to snap out of it. The minute you both said ‘I do’, he kissed you like there was no tomorrow.
As a husband now, he loves you even more than when you were just dating. He dotes on you daily and without you asking. He gave up being Captain America.
Once a week, you still have a date night and at least twice a week, you both stop everything and take care of one another. You run a bath, cook a fantastic meal, maybe even order in. Massages are involved, and sweet words are exchanged.
Steve’s taken up gardening and many other hobbies, and he loves spending time with you.
He’s happier with the news you shared with him.
He still picks flowers for you and stocks snacks everywhere. Honestly, if you asked Steve if he’d rather be anywhere else, he’d say no.
Because you are his home.
At the altar, he cried. When you walked out as beautiful as ever, he lost his breath, and Bucky had to poke him to get him to snap out of it. The minute you both said ‘I do’, he kissed you like there was no tomorrow.
As a husband now, he loves you even more than when you were just dating. He dotes on you daily and without you asking. He gave up being Captain America.
Once a week, you still have a date night and at least twice a week, you both stop everything and take care of one another. You run a bath, cook a fantastic meal, maybe even order in. Massages are involved, and sweet words are exchanged.
Steve’s taken up gardening and many other hobbies, and he loves spending time with you.
He’s happier with the news you shared with him.
He still picks flowers for you and stocks snacks everywhere. Honestly, if you asked Steve if he’d rather be anywhere else, he’d say no.
Because you are his home.
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s-tarksintern · 11 months
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𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 [𝒐𝒏𝒆]
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
AU: 1940s AU, When Harry met Sally AU
Summary: At the start of every great relationship there is always unfortunate elevator trip, an unfortunate run in at a restaurant later and the great final act where both parties fall in love. Well maybe not in every relationship but definitely in Bucky and Y/Ns relationship.
A/N: Everuthing is based off of my favorite When Harry met Sally and this part is written in second person. Also this will follow the Agent Carter plot line because it will always be my favorite marvel show lol
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"Let's start shall we," the interviewer across from you spoke.
"I'm ready when you are dear," Your voice had matured quite a bit and you looked different than in the late 40s, a much older but none the wiser woman, "Where should I start?"
"At the beginning I suppose," the young woman laughed.
...
Bucky hated airports. Something about seeing so many planes made him think of Steve and his stupid, reckless and selfless ways. He also hated them because of the inability that he would run into a couple and be forced to think about when it would be his turn to fall in love.
He sighed and went to the elevator hoping someone would be on the first floor waiting for him and then he saw you. It was strange because he saw your neat hair and immediately thought of you, no one else came to mind. He stifled his laugh because it couldn't be you, it was strange also because he had forgotten your name and there was no way you were in the elevator again with him.
You however knew it was him and hoped the elevator wouldn't stop and you could get off without so much as a word to the man. It would've worked if your boyfriend, Jack Thompson hadn't said anything.
"James Barnes, war hero," He laughed and shook the man's hand.
"Don't you mean fellow war hero," You rolled your eyes at their over exaggerated egos and just waited patiently, "Are you here on business?"
"Not exactly just to see an old friend," He tugs you closer, "and to see my girl."
"Hello," You say and regret it as his face lights up in recognition but he says nothing.
"You were transferring here weren't you?"
"Yes, actually the L.A. branch needed new staff," Bucky smiled before realizing you worked for the L.A. branch of SSR.
"Well, what a coincidence," he proceeded to brag about you working at the SSR but instead of flattering you it made you dread the upcoming work day. You spaced out before he drew you into the conversation, "What do say angel?"
"I'm sorry?" You say not registering what he was actually saying.
"I was just saying how you might be able to help him get to know L.A. since you're quite the expert now," he smiles and you nod inwardly trying to come up with a future excuse to use if he were to ask.
"She doesn't have to but I would appreciate it, you being the first person I know here," You saw his smile and knew you were utterly and completely screwed, there was no way you were ever successfully getting rid of James Buchanan Barnes.
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"Your desk is actually over there," you signaled him over to the desk farthest from you.
"So you found him insufferable?"
"Of course!" You let out a laugh, "The man walked with an inflated ego but he was beautiful so he got away with it."
"Not with you, though?"
"Well once I fell in love with him, everything else was an 'oversight'."
...
A very long and distressing elevator and cab ride later you were all successfully at the SSR. You stay behind with Rose and chat for a bit before going upstairs and seeing they were all inside chatting with Daniel, quite the boys club. You rolled your eyes and got to work, you were too busy typing and filing to take any notice of the figure that had suddenly appeared.
"Actually, he is taking the desk nearest to you so you can show him the basics and since you are the only person he knows," You just nod and give a tight lipped smile to Daniel who looked at you questionably.
"Alright, of course," You sighed and looked at the clock hoping time would move faster for the long day ahead of you.
You regretted your wish because that meant lunch was soon. Knowing at about this time everyone would be giving you their lunch orders. Bucky noticed your distress but said nothing, until he noticed everyone in the office swarming your desk dropping off orders.
"Are you sure you can handle all those orders?"
"I'll have to," You breathe out, before you grab your purse head out. You don't notice him following you until you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder.
"You need help?"
"Thank you," He walks alongside you and you both walk to the deli and it's a silent walk for the most part except for the occasional sigh from him or the complaint of the heat.
"It's too hot for the jacket," you say to him.
"If you wanted me to take off my clothes you could've just asked," His charming smile was back on his face, "So Thompson?"
"What about Jack?"
"You like him?"
"I suppose so," He grins and suddenly lets out a huge laugh, "What is so funny?"
"It's just you look like someone out of a story book, aren't you supposed to believe in love," You let out a guffaw.
"Oh, suddenly I am the cynical one," You challenge him, "you have some nerve, first pretending you had no clue who I was and now butting into my love life."
"'A love life darling', you just sorta like the man, calm down."
"You calm down, especially on those air quotes."
"I'm just saying," He then smiles back at you, "Were you very upset I didn't recognize you?"
You sigh and keep walking faster as he keeps taunting and suddenly are reminding that the exertion in the heat was probably not recommendable.
"You are insufferable," He smirks at you and for a second you feel a bit winded, "I look forward to the day when you finally leave and you lose your fascination with torturing me."
"Most women have told me they find me charming," He laughs until suddenly you are practically speed walking away with him, as he apologizes profusely. He lets you walk away and waits at the sidewalk to help you which earns him all the praise for helping the poor defenseless secretary. This job was going to be the death of you
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navybrat817 · 9 months
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I did not expect to be this aroused at 8am 🥴
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I can perfectly imagine 40s bucky waking you up in the morning with his head between your legs 🤭
Okay. So this did NOT turn out how I expected, but I hope you like it!
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When You Move, I Move
Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky gives you a reason to not get out of his bed. Word Count: Over 2.3k Warnings: Oral - f. receiving, flirting, established relationship, touch of fluff, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?) A/N: This was meant to be a fun-sized ficlet, but let's use this for Week 3 of Hot Bucky Summer for @buckybarnesevents, shall we?Theme - Where do you want me? ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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The morning hues hadn't quite filled the bedroom as your eyelids flickered. Everything slowly came into focus before you remembered that you hadn't slept in your bed last night. The mattress beneath you wasn't as soft as yours, but you found that you liked the firm feel. Much like the figure beside you.
James Buchanan Barnes.
You took a chance to study the man who had you in his arms. Bucky appeared peaceful, his features relaxed and breathing steady like the beat of his heart as you rested your hand on his chest. Beneath the muscles under your fingertips, you found solace and comfort you hadn't sought out before.
Waking up beside Bucky was like trading one dream for another.
But you were almost angry at yourself for being in bed with him again. Almost. Before you, the man had a reputation for never taking out the same woman twice, which was evident whenever you happened to see him and his friend, Steve, out with different girls. Or when you caught a glimpse of a happy woman one day uttering his name, only to look downcast the next. You swore to yourself you'd never become one of them, which was why you turned the charmer down the first time he asked you out.
"You're breaking my heart, doll."
"No, Bucky. I'm stopping you from breaking my heart."
Hurt flickered in his gorgeous blue eyes before he flashed his winning smile and ran a hair through his light brown hair. "Give me a chance and you won't regret it."
You almost caved when he put his hand over yours. It wasn't fair that he was so handsome. And, to be fair, you only heard kind things about him from the girls he took out. That he was a gentleman who paid for everything and treated them well.
He just didn't take them out again.
"Ask me again tomorrow," you said, pulling your hand out from under his and not giving it another thought.
Until he showed up the next day with a flower in hand.
"Go out with me? Please?" he asked, his brows furrowing when you didn't answer. "It'll be a double date, if that makes a difference."
"One date," you replied, disappointed in yourself for how quickly you gave in. It wasn't your intention to accept, but it was just one night and you found yourself smiling when his eyes lit up. "And it better be a good date."
"Only the best for my best girl."
Your heart skipped a beat despite the logical protest in your mind. "I'm not your best girl."
"You will be," he promised with a smile.
Bucky had a penchant for looking good no matter what the occasion called for, but seeing him in his blue suit and slicked back hair when he picked you up made your heart stop. You seemed to have the same effect on him, his eyes slightly wider as he took the sight of you in your dress. You took special care in choosing the right one and it paid off.
"You look beautiful, doll," he breathed, taking your arm once you were at his side. "Making me feel like the luckiest guy in Brooklyn."
And, for once, the rumors were true. Bucky was a complete gentleman throughout the date, holding open the door and pulling out your chair for you. Instead of focusing on himself as one would expect, he hyped his friend, Steve, since it was a double date. The man was much smaller than Bucky, but just as kind. It pained you that his date didn't give him a second glance.
You could tell by the look in Bucky's eyes as the night went on that it hurt him, too.
"Just once, I wish one of them would see how great that punk is," he told you during your first dance together.
The many double dates suddenly made sense.
Though Bucky felt bad for his friend, it didn't stop him from treating you well or showing you a good time. You found you hadn't wanted the night to end, wishing the two of you could share just one more dance. He was wonderful on his feet and you felt as if you were the center of his world as he gazed at you.
"I'm even better off my feet," he winked when you complimented you.
"You're trouble, Bucky Barnes," you giggled.
"Go out with me again and I'll prove the trouble's worth it."
You didn't believe him until he properly asked a day later. You barely managed to say "yes". How were you the first girl he took out again? What made you special in his eyes that he wanted to be around you?
"He really likes you," Steve told you one day, an affectionate smile on his face. "Jerk doesn't stop talking about you."
While your heart fell for him fast, your mind fell in slow motion. Thankfully, the two were in sync now. You were Bucky's girl just as much as he was your guy.
"Mmm. Morning," Bucky greeted as he began to wake, the gravel in his voice sending a shiver down your spine.
"Morning," you whispered, snuggling closer for warmth. You weren't ready to face the day, but you had to eventually. "How did you sleep?"
"Almost perfect," he yawned a little. You never would've imagined such a normal reflex would be so adorable. "Would've slept better if you were in the right spot."
"Right spot?" you repeated, glancing around the bed in confusion. Were you supposed to sleep somewhere else? "Where do you want me?"
"Under me where you belong," he answered, rolling over so he was on top of you. He didn't open his eyes yet, but he had a smile on his face. "Much better."
"I like this spot, but I should go," you said, though you made no move to push him away.
"No," he mumbled, settling his weight over you more to keep you in place. How did he still look and smell so good in the morning? "Not leaving."
He sounded almost grumpy that you suggested it, which was endearing. "I shouldn't be here. It's not proper," you reminded him, but your protest was weak to your own ears.
He finally cracked an eye open with a smirk. "Neither is what we did last night. Or the night before."
You inhaled as the tingling between your thighs reminded you that while Bucky was a gentleman to you around town, he was anything but behind closed doors. He proved that was just as good off his feet as he claimed to be. You hadn't known anyone could properly ruin you, but he continued to surprise you in the best ways.
"No, it wasn't," you whispered when he opened his other eye. Heat pooled in your abdomen and you already sensed where this was going. "Bucky, don't give me that look."
Desire came to the surface more as he gazed at you. "But I'm hungry. I need to eat," he whispered, his lips tickling yours before they moved south in a searing trail along your skin. "You wouldn't let me starve, would you?" he asked, the sheet leaving your body before you could stop him.
"You'll never starve with me around," you smiled, your fingers threading through his hair as his mouth drifted to your breasts. You peeked at him through your lashes when he latched onto one of your nipples, your thighs trembling with anticipation as you gasped, and you forgot why you were trying to be rational. One look at him with his bed hair and half lidded eyes and you were gone.
Bucky released the hardened bud and blew on it, sending another shiver down your spine. "I also have something for your mouth if you're hungry."
"Bucky!" you giggled, his chuckle vibrating against your skin as he kissed further down your body. You'd never forget the first time his lips touched yours. You teased that you didn't want to inflate his ego, but that no one ever kissed you the way he had. It left you breathless, dizzy, and you knew you'd be forever addicted to his wonderful mouth.
The same mouth that convinced me to sleep without any clothes on.
You didn't bother to play shy as he ran his hands along your hips. Any innocence you had left before him was long gone. He took it and molded it into something else only shared between the two of you.
"God damn," he whispered under his breath as he spread your legs apart, licking his lips as he stared at your pussy like it was the greatest treasure he laid eyes on. "You're so fucking pretty."
"You're just trying to butter me up," you said, gripping his hair a little tighter as he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh.
"Prettiest girl I've ever seen. I'd never lie to you," he promised, digging his fingers into your hip to keep you still when you began to squirm. How could you not under his heated gaze and touch? "And you picked me."
You swallowed hard, your folds wet before his tongue darted out to get a taste. "You chose me, too."
Something changed in his expression as he looked up at you, a softer look in his eyes as the morning rays formed a halo around him. He was both your angel and your demon, someone to tempt and care for you. Sitting up a bit more, you slid your hand to his cheek. The unspoken words hung heavy in the air between you and it was enough to bring tears to your eyes.
I love you, Bucky.
"You better hold on," he warned, his voice thick as he dipped his head back down. "I'm starving."
Your breathing grew heavier as he went to work, his tongue tracing every crevice of what belonged to him. He made you feel alive and beautiful with each touch. Watching his hips dip slightly against the mattress told you he was turned on almost as much as you were. It was still tough to wrap your mind around that some days that the mere taste of you aroused him.
"You're so wet," he murmured against your clit, briefly sucking on it as you moaned. Your nipples hardened almost painfully as one of his thick fingers traced your slit. Your body reacted strongly to him and he never once made you feel embarrassed by that. "This all for me, doll?"
A whimper left your mouth as you nodded. "All for you."
"I can taste that you're mine," he said, stabbing his tongue deep in your twitching hole. Your body shuddered, aching to feel him deeper as you tugged on his hair. You never realized you felt empty until him. Not just your body.
He filled your heart, too.
"Bucky," you moaned, trembling when he groaned deeply into your pussy.
"That's it. Keep saying my name," he ordered, the possessiveness in his tone making you moan louder as his finger breached you. "You're so soft. Never felt anything like you. Never will again."
You wiggled against the sheets as he flicked your bundle of nerves again with the tip of his tongue. You never understood how some viewed sex as something vulgar or unspeakable when Bucky made you feel cherished every single time. He seduced and moved you, like it was as natural as breathing. Maybe you were one of the lucky ones. You wouldn't take it, or him, for granted.
Although that mouth may kill me one day.
"Feels so good. Please," you whined, exquisite pleasure building up when he added another digit, a smug smile on his face when he lifted his head.
"One more taste and I'll make you come for me," he assured you.
"Bucky!" you cried, trying to keep quiet when his tongue slid back in beside his fingers. Each drag along your walls made your body twitch and you were sure you'd go up in flames if he delayed your ecstasy any longer.
"Come, doll. Get my face nice and wet the way I like it," he urged, repeatedly brushing that spot inside you with his fingertip that you were never able to find yourself.
Like the orgasms you experience with him before, it cascaded over you before it exploded. Every nerve ending came to life as you screamed his name and you had to cover your mouth to muffle the sound. All the while, he licked up every sweet drop of your release as it leaked around his fingers and tongue. He didn't let up until he got it all.
"Beautiful," he exhaled as he let you recover, your body shivering as he licked some of the shine from his mouth. He stretched over you after a moment and you caught a glimpse of his smug smile again before his lips brushed against yours. They were soft as you tasted yourself, showing you with his tongue exactly what he did to you.
"Mmm. Yes, you are," you mused, still a bit in your euphoric state.
He chuckled as he gave you another kiss, his cock hard against you. "Stay a little longer?" he asked in a soft voice.
Your heart thudded when he moved his lips to your forehead. Him wanting you to stay had nothing to do with needing his own pleasure. You wouldn't make him resort to begging because you didn't want to go either.
Proper or not, it doesn't matter when I'm in his arms.
"I'll stay," you whispered.
Bucky was right about one thing. Sprawled out beneath him was exactly where you belonged, just like the spot carved out for you in his heart. And you would try to remember that when the Army drafted him because he promised to never let you regret giving him a chance.
All he had to do was come home to you.
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First sexy time with 40's Bucky and I hope I did it justice. Love and thanks! ❤️
Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi
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andydrysdalerogers · 6 months
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Yours Submissively ~ Contract
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Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis
Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.
And she has no idea.
Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)
A/N: This specific chapter talks about a Dom/sub contract. I did a lot of research into this and this is a pretty standard agreement. While not a legally binding agreement, the couples I have spoken to about this subject have all agreed that the agreement is for the safety of everyone involved. I wanted to stay true and respectful of those who are in this type of relationships.
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated
Previous: Primero
Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist
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Bucky, Steve and Belle made it down to the garage. Steve held Belle’s hand as he walked to his Audi SUV. He opened her door to let her in. Once Steve was in and Bucky was in the driver seat, Bucky turned to. Belle.   “Address?”
“Sorry, Main St, Jersey City.”  Belle looked out the window and. Bucky took off.  The couple sat in silence as Bucky drove.  He was playing some 40s station but the music was soothing to Belle. Her knee bounced and Steve placed a hand to stop her.  
“Talk to me? Please?”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Tell me how you are feeling.” Belle’s eyes flicked to Bucky and back.  She looked down.  Steve pressed a button and a privacy screen went up.  “Please Isabella.  Are you regretting this?”
Belle kept her head down but shook her head. “No, I’m sorry.  I just don’t like to talk about the singing.” 
“Why?”
Belle looked at Steve with a hard look.   “You said you wouldn’t pry.” 
“Ok, you’re right. I’m sorry.”  He took her hand and kissed her knuckles.  “How do you feel about this morning?”
She blushed.  “It hurt a little but mostly felt really good.” She smiled. “I would like to do that again.” 
“As would I, Isabella.” He smiled.  “When can I see you again?”
“I have work and school.” 
“Do you have time to do research?”
“Research?”
Steve reached into the pocket of the seat in front of him.  A Manila envelope comes out.  “This is the contract for our relationship.  Review it, take notes, do your research.  If you have questions, just ask me.  You have my number.” 
“What if I don’t want to ask you some of those questions?”
“About that.” He pulled a sheet from the envelope.  “This is a non-disclosure agreement.  It means that anything we do together is between us.  It protects you from being hurt by me in the public and vice versa.”  He handed her a pen. 
She glanced at the sheet and signed.  “Does this include last night?”
“Yes. I value discretion Isabella.  I don’t need the world to know my private life.” 
“I wouldn’t say anything. I just wanted to make sure.  But can I talk to Lila?  I just have general questions.” 
“You could ask me.”  
“No, I really can’t. I just need to know the girl side of things.” 
“If you trust her, fine.  I would rather you ask me but I want you to be comfortable with your body.”  She nodded at his statement. 
Steve never let go of her hand as they arrived at her apartment building.  He moved to the trunk and pulled out a laptop bag.  “I didn’t know if you have a laptop but in here is one for you as well as a new phone.” 
“I don’t need these things.”
“But I want you to have it.  Use them or don’t.  It’s up to you.”  Steve kissed her gently, causing Belle to close her eyes.  “Do the research.  I’ll pick you up from work on Friday.” 
Belle finally opened her eyes.  Steve smiled and kissed her forehead.  “Have a nice Sunday Isabella.   Study hard.”  He climbed back into the SUV and they took off.  She went up to her apartment and noticed Lila wasn’t home.  She went to put away the laptop bag and hopped into the shower.  Once she was out, she wrapped a towel around herself and went back to her room.  She jumped as Lila was now sitting on her bed. 
“So where were you?” 
“With Steve,” she said simply. She started to dry her hair. 
Lila placed her hands on her hips. “With Steve?  That’s it.  You left drunk from the bar.  Scott has been calling me looking for you. And all you are giving me is that you were with Steve?”
“Lila, I’m fine.  He took care of my hangover ass.” 
“With new clothes I see.” Lila grabbed Belle into a hug.  “Are you sure that you’re ok?”
“I’m perfect Lila.  I’m going to see Steve again on Friday.” 
“Nice.  He is gorgeous.  His friend is yummy.”  
“Yeah?  Nice.  Did he get your number?”
“Yep,” with a pop on the end.  “Taking to me to dinner on Wednesday since you have class late.”  
“Good.  Hope he is a gentleman.” 
“I don’t,” she said with a mischievous smile.  Lila looked at the envelope on the bed.  “What’s this?”
“Just some notes I need to review.  Are you hungry?” 
“Yeah, gonna make something?”
“Pasta, I think.” 
“Sounds good.  Need help with that assignment?”  She pointed to the envelope.  “It’s not like you to leave assignments to the last minute.” 
Belle turned to walk to the kitchen, hiding her blush.  “I didn’t, just reviewing.” She started to cook but looked for her phone.   She walked back into her room and still couldn’t find it.   She reached for the laptop bag and the new phone slid out.  She tapped it and there was a message waiting. 
SR: Ok, so this phone is secure.  It can’t be hacked.  Bucky switched it while we were out.  Please don’t be mad. I just want you safe.
Belle rolled her eyes and scrolled through the phone.  All of her apps were there and her music so she switched on some 80s to cook. 
After dinner, she went to her room and closed the door. She pulled out the contract and started to read.
CONTRACT OF CONSENSUAL OWNERSHIP
The purpose of this contract is to:
1. state the full mutual consent of the undersigned regarding this relationship.
2. to clearly define the responsibilities and duties of both Dom and sub.
3. to clearly establish a safe word, and limits.
4. explain the use of punishment and clearly define what punishment is, the implements to
be used and to make clear the other nonphysical punishments and what they entail.
5. foster a greater sense of communication between Dom and sub.
This contract is in no way legally binding, and is meant only to better understand the needs, duties and responsibilities of Dom and sub.
I, Isabella Maria Davis, hereinafter referred to as the submissive, do of my own free will, and being of sound mind and body, do hereby offer myself in consensual slavery to Steven Grant Rogers, hereinafter referred to as dominate, for the period of 90 days, beginning at midnight on Friday, May 30th. 
This agreement may be terminated at any time before the above-named date by either party only in the event of breach of contract. On the above-named date this agreement will be reviewed, negotiated and rewritten or terminated.
Details of Contract
1. sub agrees to obey to the best of her/his ability, and to devote herself/himself entirely to the pleasure and desires of their Dom. The sub also renounces all rights to her own pleasure, comfort, or gratification except insofar as permitted by their Dom. The submissive will not enter into an outside relationship while with the Dominant.
The Dominant agrees to learn what excites the submissive through exploration and communication and try to incorporate this into the relationship.
2. The Dominant accepts full responsibility of submissive. This includes but is not limited to: the sub's survival, health, physical well being, and mental well being. The sub accepts full responsibility for informing the Dom of any real or perceived dangers or safety concerns, but also states that the Dom's decision will be final regarding these issues. The Dom agrees that sub will not be punished for respectfully stating these concerns. The Dom further agrees to listen to the sub's concerns with a clear and open mind. The Dom shall endeavor not to inflict physical harm upon the sub which might require the attention of someone outside relationship.
 3. The sub agrees at all times to make their body readily available to the Dom for his use. The sub will have hair washed and brushed in the style the Dom prefers at all times. The sub agrees to wear any and all clothing the dom picks.
4. The sub acknowledges that she will not sleep in the same bed of the dom unless desired by the dom.  The dom agrees to move the sub to her room if necessary. 
5. The sub agrees to accept the responsibility of using a safe word when necessary. The sub acknowledges that safe word is "red" and safe signal is "blue". The Dom accepts the responsibility of assessing situations where the sub calls safe word and will, to the best of his ability, make judgement on whether to modify the activity or stop activity entirely. The sub agrees to hold no ill will due to the Dom's decision. The Dom agrees not to punish sub for the use of a safe word.
6. The sub agrees to answer any and all questions asked by the Dom freely, promptly, and to the best of their knowledge. The sub further agrees to volunteer any information that the Dom should know regarding the sub's physical or emotional state. The Dom agrees to never use this information to harm the sub in any way.
7. The Dom agrees to furnish all toys such as vibrators, etc. and punishment implements such as crops and whips. The sub agrees to clean and maintain all toys, have them available for the Dom's use at all times, and inform the Dom of any needed repairs or replacements.
8. The sub agrees to allow the following during any scene: bondage, suspension, anal play, toys, massage oil, whipping, and other that are added in the future.
9. The subs states that her limits are, but are not limited to: Blood play, knife play, gun play and other to be added after discussion. The Dom agrees to never violate these limits without prior negotiation of, and consent by, the sub.
10. The sub agrees to address the Dom as ‘Mr. Rogers’, ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’ unless otherwise directed. The sub agrees to speak respectfully to the Dom at all times, including times not spent in a scene. The Dom may address the sub in any way he so chooses.
11. The Dom agrees to furnish slave with a symbolic token of ownership. The sub agrees to wear this symbol at all times, except when The Dom states to do so would be inappropriate or would non-consensually involve others.
12. The sub agrees and understands that any infractions of this agreement, or any act the sub commits which displeases the Dom, will result in punishment. The sub will gracefully accept punishment and try to learn from it. The sub agrees to assemble the punishment materials as ordered by the Dom and assume any position needed to accept the punishment. The sub understands that failure to comply with the Dom's orders will result in a more severe punishment. The Dom will inform the sub that they are being punished when punishment occurs. The Dom will explain the reason for punishment either before, during, or following punishment. The Dom agrees to discipline only out of a desire to better the sub, and further agrees to never punish out of, or during, feelings of anger.
Signed, this __________ day of ____________, 20___.
What the hell am I getting myself into?
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nicoline1998enilocin · 9 months
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Child's Play | Prologue
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PAIRING | Dad!Bucky Barnes x Dad!Steve Rogers
WORD COUNT | 1.3K
SUMMARY | Both Steve and Bucky have been through hell and back throughout their lives, but their love for each other would always be a constant. Now they want to expand that love by starting the family they always dreamt of having, and the first step into their new family is going to be an important one.
WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Established relationship [ married couple ], talks about surrogacy and adoption, mentions about going through the adoption process, implied gay sex, mention of a car crash, mention of being an orphan,
A/N | This one shot is part of my Child's Play AU, but can be read as part of the story, or a standalone one shot! 🖤
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Life hasn't exactly been easy for the two super soldiers, but throughout everything, they always were the best of friends and together they could handle just about anything. They didn't say ''I'm with you until the end of the line'' lightly, and each day they were showing each other that they are trying their hardest to keep that promise. Back in the 40s, their life was different, as it mostly consisted of stolen glances, secret kisses, and hidden touches. In the 21st century, however, they are completely accepted, and they are living their perfect life as a married couple, celebrating their 3rd wedding anniversary in a few months. Although, it's almost perfect.
''Steve, what do you think about expanding our little family?'' Bucky asked casually over dinner one evening, and Steve almost choked on his food when he heard the question come out of his husband's mouth. ''Excuse me?'' he said, not sure he heard Bucky correctly. ''Yeah, I think it would be amazing if we could expand our family by welcoming a child into our lives, we've always dreamt to have our little tribe one day so I don't see why not,'' Bucky said and he shrugged while he continued to eat. His husband's eyes were wide as saucers as he let the question sink in.
''Uh... Can I think about it?'' he said, still taken aback by the sudden question to which he most definitely did not have an answer. Sure, they talked about starting their family, but it had never been anything concrete since they're both still active as Avengers. ''Sure,'' Bucky said as he continued eating like nothing happened. The rest of the evening was laced with a bit of tension as Steve wasn't sure how to process this right now, it was a lot and it was all so sudden that his brain couldn't quite comprehend it. ''What's wrong, Hubs?'' Bucky asked as he saw the tension in Steve's body rise with every minute that went by.
''What if I won't be a good Dad? What if I drop them, or screw them up or something? What if they don't like me? What if-'' Steve spewed out all at once, tears coming to his eyes as he finally spoke out his anxiety. Bucky sat with his back against the headboard of their bed, and he pulled Steve in between his legs so he could calm him down a little bit. His arms snaked around his husband's waist, his Vibranium arm cool to the touch as his flesh hand was a big contrast, but the feeling always seemed to ground him. ''I know you'll be the best Daddy I have ever seen,'' he whispered in Steve's ear, and he immediately turned bright red from his face down his neck. He wasn't used to Bucky calling him that outside of their sex life, and even then it still caught him off guard sometimes.
''We don't have to decide right away, Hubs, don't worry,'' Bucky clarified. ''I just thought I'd ask since I've been thinking about it more and more lately,'' he said, a small smile appearing on his lips. ''You, me, a few kids, a few pets. Seems like the perfect life to me,'' he said and Steve slowly let the thought run around in his head. He always wanted to have a big family, mainly because he lost him at such a young age. ''It does sound nice,'' he said in a dreamy voice. ''We should look into it a little more, there are tons of options for couples like us to have children,'' he said with a sigh, not looking forward to the headache it would most likely cause when the time arrived.
''Sounds good to me. Can I relax you a little more with a massage right now?'' Bucky offered and Steve gladly accepted, he loved it when Bucky massaged the knots out of his back and shoulders because that's where he stored most of his stress. He laid down on his stomach on the bed and Bucky got the massage oil out of his bedside drawer - grabbing one with eucalyptus scent this time - and dripped a little bit on Steve before putting it aside and working through the tough knots in his husband's back one by one. Steve let out groans as he felt the stress leave his body, he hadn't felt this relaxed in a while. When he was done, the two men switched and Steve massaged Bucky, taking extra good care of the tissue where his flesh combined with the metal of his Vibranium arm as that is what mostly bothered him.
~ A few months and a lot of research later ~
''I think we should either go with surrogacy or adoption,'' Steve concluded after discussing everything the two found out about starting a family. ''The good thing about surrogacy is that they would be a part of us, seeing that they would share DNA with one of us. The super soldier serum might be a huge downside though...'' he sighed as he looked at the pros and cons list they made. ''What about adoption? Many kids need loving homes, so instead of crowding this country even more by producing one of our own, we could help a kid into a loving forever home,'' Bucky offered, and Steve knew he was right. However, he had always wanted a child that shared his DNA, Bucky expressed he didn't want his passed on, even though that would mean the end of his bloodline.
''I think you're right, Bubs,'' Steve said, as he thought more and more about adoption. As much as he would love to pass on his DNA, it was likely, not viable unless the surrogate would also be a super soldier. ''I can't believe I'm going to say this, but we're hopefully going to adopt a child in the future,'' he said with a content sigh. ''They're going to be perfect, and spoiled rotten,'' Bucky laughed, already envisioning himself with his little family. ''I can't wait for that day to arrive,'' he said, before closing their laptop and pushing it aside so he could sit where the laptop just was. He pulled Steve to his full height before capturing his lips in a kiss. They would spend the rest of the night making each other fall apart on Steve's desk before they were completely tired out and fell asleep in each other's arms.
The two men did lots and lots of research into adopting a child, which wouldn't be easy. They ended up deciding to go for a domestic adoption, but they didn't mind what age, they would be happy with every kid that could come their way. They took weeks budgeting for their adoption, but since they were both paid very generously as Avengers, money would never become an issue, both before and after the adoption. Next up, they needed to decide on which adoption agency they wanted to work with, which proved harder than they initially thought.
Both men shared many a night discussing different agencies, each having their pros and cons, but eventually, they found one that is more of a private agency, meaning the prices are higher, but the quality of care that goes into their work is a lot higher too. After many meetings with their adoption professional and almost as many home studies, they were accepted into their adoption process, and the most stressful part would begin right about now. Would they get a baby or an older child? It turns out they were perfect candidates to adopt a little 2-year-old girl, who sadly was placed into foster care after losing both her parents in a car crash. The two of them knew all too well what it was like to be an orphan, so they happily accepted the offer to adopt the little girl.
And now, after many long years, hardships, and love, the moment has arrived when they finally welcomed their little girl into their life. Her name? Luna Barnes-Rogers.
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Bouquet
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pairing: bucky barnes x reader
about: this is inspired by this post (photo not mine, credits to the owner) i saw where a guy buys flowers for his gf and keeps one for himself so he knows when they’re dying and knows when to buy a new one for her.
tags: fluff, worried bucky (i guess that's all)
a/n: my first bucky fic!! i thought it was cute and i added a bit of a twist. let me know what you think. i apologize if there are mistakes. reblogs and replies are appreciated! thank youuuu
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Waves of hot air from the ground indicate the inescapable blazing heat of summer as the pleasant breeze of spring takes its last breath over the town.  
Bucky gazed through the window on his seat, diverting himself from the clear scenery over the glaring cloudless sky. While Sam, on the other hand, sings along as he drives on the open road. The sound of the car engine competing with the sound of a Marvin Gaye song blasting on the car's radio, that they fought over the cord a while ago on which one they will pick for their trip back to New York. Probably his favorite one from countless times he plays on the speaker, which he’s still trying to get familiar with the way he used to in the 40s. 
He feels it’s been a lifetime after not seeing you. Missing your time together. How the two of you lay one another's arms, without any concerns to look forward to. He felt bad. The little frown on your face every time he turned his away from you. He couldn't help but to stay longer and forget everything else.  
More especially now, the one thing he could ever do.  
After they arrived at the airport from their long, tedious mission. Bucky bolted towards the car with a sparkling smile plastered on his face as he thought about you. Looking like an idiot if Sam saw him like this, but he can’t stop his heart leap with adoration and elation over you. He is enamored because of you. Craving to hear your sweet laugh dripping from your lips and your gentle touch on his skin once again.  
The color on his face drained as soon he pulled out a piece of camellia he kept in the pocket of his bag. Lifeless and shriveled. Away from the deep sanguine that formerly it has. As the other petals disintegrated completely into tiny bits, swept away by the breeze from his palm.  
Mentally slapping his face as he paces back and forth, attempting to remember when he exactly bought the bouquet. He frustratedly gripped his hair and lowered his head trying not to tear when he had no concrete answer. Without wasting time, he rushed to find Sam to go to the nearest floral shop. 
Bucky breathed out a quick sigh of relief, feeling his muscles visibly relaxed, ensuring that you would receive today once he came back to your shared apartment. But his relentless mind did not. It was replaced right away by crashing waves of guilt for not being good enough for you, failing to keep his promise. The thought of it made his heart clenched. 
"Next time give me a warning before you drag me out of nowhere," Sam sips from his cup of orange juice, jutting the straw at him. Bucky pulled back from his thoughts and winced at the memory earlier that morning.  
"I bet next time you'll bring her a whole garden." He breathed out a light chuckle, steering the car on the right lane. 
“Sure, why not,” he remarked. 
If that will be the way to make it up for you, he will visit every flower shop that he can and buy every flower on display. From peonies to hyacinth, hoping you can forgive him. 
Bucky stared down at the tulips resting down on his lap. Assorted shades of pink with faint streaks of red, adorned with dainty baby's breath, secured with a chiffon bow.  He pondered which one he would get and carefully pulled out a single piece of tulip from the bouquet, slipping into the pocket of his jacket after adjusting the ribbon back from its previous look.  
Sam eyed him at the corner of his eye, "Can I have one too?"  
"No."  
"Come on man, not even for your best friend?"  Sam whipped his head on his right, batting him with his thick lashes.
Bucky sighed, squirming on his seat, "that won’t work."  
“Please”
A minute passed, waiting for his answer but nothing came out from Bucky. He turned his head to look at him, surely enough Bucky doing his usual thing. He was glaring at him, eyebrows cinched, narrowing his eyes even more. 
Sam let out a laugh, "I was just kidding,” playfully nudging him on his left arm. “I know how much she means a lot to you and you need to stop doing that staring thing." Earning a light chuckle from Bucky. 
Internally fisting out in the air after Sam successfully manages to distract him from being upset. With his eyebrows lifted, something crossed his mind, intrigued about his actions minutes ago, noticing a pattern every single time Bucky bought a bouquet with him. 
“Buck?”
“Yeah?”
"Why do you always keep a flower to yourself?"  
Bucky drifts his eyes from Sam to the flowers on his lap where his metal hand rests, contrasting from its vibrant hues.  Lips pulled upward and eyes filled with fondness. A secret that Bucky only knows. A promise he vowed forever. 
Back then when he was young, he didn’t understand why his father usually bought two stems of rose but ended up having one for his mother. He asked him why but his father just smiled at him with their little secret that he would understand someday when Bucky found someone that would remind him of the first day of spring.
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After a long ride back to New York, Bucky found himself staring at the front of the door after he stowed the bouquet in a paper bag to keep it hidden awhile from you. He swallowed his nervousness as he knocked on the door and took a deep breath in and out as he prepared himself.
“Ah, you’re finally back!” You squealed, throwing your arms on his neck, delighted that he came back safe. 
At the sight of you, Bucky felt a surge of relief through his veins, blinking slowly from his exhaustion as you welcome him for a warm hug that both of you are longing for. His mind drifted as his body filled up with your loving warmth, sending his worries at the back of his mind. Bucky seals tight his arms around your waist, leaning on the crook of your neck as he inhales your scent.  
“Hi, doll.” He whispered before he pulled away. 
A smile spread on your face, "You're just right on time. I just finished cooking dinner.” tugging his hand to get in the apartment. 
The smell of basil and tomatoes wafts in the air, making his mouth water as his body melts from the warmth of your presence. Engulfing all his senses that he’s finally home. Both of you stop your tracks in the living room. Bucky slides down his bag from his shoulder and the paper bag before he takes off his jacket, tossing at the top edge of the sofa.
Pulling you in his arms, “I missed you, a lot.”
"Me, too." Your brows furrowed as you caress gingerly the scratches on his face “How’s your mission?”  
"It was tough, got some cuts but I already gauze them up. Nothing too serious.” Your eyes never wavered, lifting your brow in question knowing his nature, making him chuckle as he shakes his head. Bucky places his hand on top of yours and plants a kiss on your palm before mouthing ‘I’m alright’. 
“Just, be careful, okay.” You sigh, his touch made you lose track from your thoughts. 
“I have something for you.” A hint of nervousness in his voice as he opened the bag and picked up the fresh bouquet. 
A gasp left your throat, eyes flashing at the beauty of the bouquet as he handed it to you. The tinge of blush pink blossoms on your cheeks matches the colors of tulips will always make your heart skip by his gesture.  
“This is gorgeous!" Bending forward to inhale their sweet, fragrant smell. 
“I’m sorry,” Bucky frowned. 
"For what?" Your head tilts over your shoulder, confused at the sudden change of air.  
“I know you deserve every single thing but I failed you… as your boyfriend."  
You put aside the bouquet on the coffee table, “What do you mean?” you ask in a soft manner, still not understanding what causes to bother him. 
He gulped, looking away anticipating your reaction, "the flowers.”
“The flowers?”
Not trusting his own voice, Bucky raised his arm and pointed out the now empty glass vase on the dinner table. You glanced at the direction he is pointing and that’s where you connected the dots. Ever since you got into a relationship with him, he keeps on buying a bundle before it dies. You were overwhelmed at first but he insists that he'll do anything for you to make you feel special.
“Oh, Bucky,” you coo, “They dried just two days ago, there is nothing to be worried about.” You assured him. 
Bucky was surprised, different from what he anticipated. The creases on his face slowly faded away.  
“Are you not mad?” He said in pure disbelief as he rubbed his hand at the back of his neck. 
"Why would I be?"
"Because, I forgot to buy you a new one from the time I wanted to hand it out to you."
“I’m not," you begin, "I know how hectic your job is, saving those lives in need. It doesn’t matter to me if you forgot to buy one." pulling him for an embrace, rubbing a hand up and down on his back in comfort. "To be honest I'm sad when you're not here,” feeling him pecking at the crown of your head. “ But with the flowers you give me. When I see them, it makes me feel that you are still with me. They die, but not your love for me and  I love you. What I mean to say is at the end of the day, all I need is you." 
You tilt your head to look at your boyfriend, erupting a smile with complete adoration at your words, “So don't jump immediately to conclusions, okay." he grimaced, which both of you laughed at. You boop his nose before kissing him against your lips, parting away, "Now, let me prepare the dinner so that you can clean up and we can rest afterwards.” 
Bucky tightens his arms on your figure before he puts down, “I'd like that. Let me help you.”  
You walk around the sofa, taking the tulips with you and the vase from the dining table. Bucky followed and ambled over to the cupboard, stretching out his arm for the plates and utensils. As you wait to fill up the vase in the sink, a thought goes inside your mind. Now facing him, leaning your back against the counter.
"Bucky?" 
"Hmm", he paused from setting the cutlery and moved his head, fixed gaze upon you. The little smirk plastered on your face, squinting your eyes as you chinned up. Studying him closely like you knew something he wasn't telling you. 
"You know, I just noticed. How do you randomly manage to know when to buy a new one even before they're fully dead- or withered?"  
The two of you exchange glances for a moment until his lips tug up to a sly smile, he shrugs, "just a hunch, doll."  
That's the secret you will never know.
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Neighbors - First Date
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You did some stalking on your new handsome neighbor. He's none other than Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier. Not exactly who you were expecting. You've watched the news; you know about the Winter Soldier. Maybe you shouldn't have been so flirty with him. He was an assassin after all. But...he must be good now, because he's an Avenger, right?
You shake your head to stop your daydreaming. You're at the Flatiron Room & just completed your set. The changing room in the back is little more than a closet, but you'll make do. You took extra care in getting ready for tonight, in hopes that Bucky will show up. You're all 1940's glamour. There's a knock on the door jamb & in the mirror's reflection you see Bucky there & you let out a gasp, "Bucky."
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," he frowns at the floor.
You quickly turn in your chair, "I wasn't scared. Just surprised."
"You told me I should come down to see you."
You laugh, "I did, but I didn't see you in the audience, so I thought you couldn't make it. I'm happy you're here."
He nods as a small smile plays on his lips. "You were really great up there. Do you have another set? Or are you done for the evening?"
"I'm done."
"I got a table out by the fireplace if you'd like to join me for dinner."
Catching your bottom lip with your teeth to try & prevent your smile from being too big. "Sure, I'd like that. Um..." nervous laughter. "Let me change & I'll meet you outside?"
"Yea! Sorry, of course," as Bucky backs away from the doorway. "I'll meet you outside," and awkwardly leaves.
*****
You change out of your dress and back into your clothes from work, slacks and a sweater. You don't want to keep Bucky waiting. You sing at the Flatiron, once a week, but you've never visited here as a patron. You're quite excited.
Bucky is seated by the fireplace, but once he sees you, he jumps up to pull out your chair for you. It's small things like this that reminds you he's from another era. "Thank you. Sorry to have kept you waiting."
"Not a problem at all. It was worth the wait." You hide behind your menu, giddy from the compliment. "So, what's good here? What do you suggest?"
"I haven't actually eaten here. I only come in to do my set & I go home." Bucky gives you a disbelieving look. "But from what I hear, everything is pretty delicious. Oh! I take that back. I did have their 28 layer chocolate cake."
"28??"
"Decadence at its finest!" Bucky shakes his head. "If we don't have one tonight, I can always bring one home for you to try some other night." Bucky's eye muscle ticks at how casually you used the word home. He hasn't had a place to call home in such a long time. Let alone share it with anyone. "Are you ok?"
"Yea. Fine." Embarrassed, he turns back to his menu. You didn't mean anything forward or presumptuous by it. The building is your home & now that Bucky is your neighbor, it's his home too.
Once your orders are placed, and the waiter leaves, and Bucky makes another attempt at conversation. "What made you want to sing this type of music?"
"I adore 30's & 40's music! When I was little, my great-grandpa loved...it..." You trail off & look wide eye at Bucky. "Um...if you don't mind me asking. How old are you?"
"106." That proved to him that you know who he is. Part of him appreciates that you treated him like some regular guy.
Bucky has on his grumpy face & you bite your lip and nod. "You don't look a day over 35." He frowns more. "You're like the handsomest great-grandpa I've ever met." Nodding, "You're hot. Like sexy..."
"Stop," Bucky bites out.
You stop but can't help but give him a huge smile. You raise 3 fingers and swear, "I swear it."
"That's a boy scout salute."
"Girls can join the Boy Scouts now. They are just called Scouts."
"What?"
"Since 2019." Bucky squeezes his eyes shut & leans back in his chair. "Sorry," you whisper. Bucky sits back up and takes a long pull on his scotch. "I'm sorry I was teasing you. I can't image how difficult it has been for you to navigate everything." He huffs & gives you a smirk. "Anyways, my great grandfather was a musician, so when I'd visited, he'd aways have his music playing. We'd sing and dance together. I fell in love with it too. It brings back happy memories for me."
Bucky runs his tumbler across the table & admits with a sad smile, "Same. A life before the war. Before things got...crazy."
You stare at each other, silently for a moment. "Excuse me for a minute." You stand and Bucky stands as well. Another old mannerism from the past. You brush the lapel of his jacket. "You really do look nice this evening."
You walk away leaving Bucky to think if you're going to ditch him. He beats himself up about coming out at all. He moved out of Avenger's Tower to get away from people. Bucky likes his solitude and it got to be too much living in the Tower, so he thought he'd find a place to call his own. And he met you and you immediately got under his skin. He suddenly feels melancholy. Maybe the supper club reminds him too much of the past.
You made a request from your friend, Calvin, at the piano and make your way back to Bucky. He sees you approaching & he quickly stands to get your chair for you.
You place your hand on his arm to stop him, not realizing it was his Vibranium arm. The metal hard & cold under his jacket comes as a surprise, but you hope you masked it well. "Sargeant Barnes? Will you do me the honor?" You hold your arms out to him & he just stares at you with his now familiar frown. "Uh...will you dance with me?" You keep your arms open.
"Doll, I haven't danced in decades."
"Then it's the perfect time to start up again." He still hasn't moved to take you into his arms. "Bucky, people are staring at me. You're seriously just going to leave me hanging like this?" Your smile starts to waver, when you swear Bucky growls & pulls you up against him. "Thank you."
He's a very good dancer. He's a little stiff to start off with, either from being mad at you, or out of practice. He quickly warms up & you catch him smiling. He tries to spin you in a twirl, and you barely succeed in pulling it off. That starts him laughing and you're amazed at how laughter transforms him. He's even more handsome & boyish. You like brooding and sexy, but something about his laughter, fills a void in your chest.
It's still the same old story A fight for love and glory A case of do-or-die The world will always welcome lovers As time goes by
The rest of the evening goes by in a blur. The meal was excellent. Bucky relaxed more after the dance. You avoided talk of Avengers or the past. You kept conversation to "getting to know you" questions. Figuring out each other's "favorites". The Winter Soldier is really one big nerd and no one will convince you otherwise.
You make it back to your building, "I'm so glad you came tonight. Thank you for dinner, Bucky."
"Thanks for inviting me down to begin with."
You stand on tip-toes to place a soft kiss on his lips. You try to think of 1940s etiquette...you probably shouldnt be kissing him. He's going to call you a floozy. You smile against his lips.
Bucky grasps your face in his hands and angles your head to deepen the kiss. He tastes of chocolate cake and scotch. You sigh as he pulls away. "It's late. I gotta be heading home."
You look down the hallway at the door next to yours. "Yea. Get home safely. Don't get lost."
Laughing, he kisses your cheek. "G'nite doll."
"Night, Bucky."
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ㅤㅤ▹ i'll tell you my sins Priest!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader | Summary: Finding you was a gracious fate. A blessing, if you will. Bucky's learned a lot in the months he's been with you, but your dark parts and secrets are far from over. He's eager to shed a light on each one of them, claiming all of you for him. Only for him.
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ㅤㅤ▹ All I Wanted (Series) Eddie Munson x F!Reader x Steve Harrington | SUMMARY: It was a tale as old as time. A girl liked a boy, who for his turn liked another boy, who happened to like both of them. Maybe not such a common tale, but it got weirder: The three of them in a strange town, and loving one another might not be the strangest thing happening, after all. Steve and Eddie discover that in trying to hide their love for one another, they only walked deeper into it, and in the process, dragged you along with them.
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ㅤㅤ▹ i'm starving, darling pre!outbreak Joel Miller x f!Reader | Summary: Once he gets a taste of you, it changes him. Joel always thought of himself as someone who is not for romance, but it seems all he needed was the right awakening. He finds himself wanting to do the most, to say the most. He wants to earn his Sunshine. (Sequel to Miss Sunshine, but it can be read as a stand alone).
ㅤㅤ▹ stand by me Joel Miller x F!Reader | Summary: In Jacksonville, Joel agrees to give the three of you a few days to rest before going. On the very first day, you notice — his panic. The attacks. You decide to throw all your worries out of the window and try to give him the comfort he deserves. Even if it costs you everything. In the end, both you and Joel needed the cards on the table, and a proper human touch laced in affection and care only.
ㅤㅤ▹ JTK Chapter II: the hero's shoulders Joel Miller x F!Reader | Summary: The cabin becomes their quiet place. A hideout for more than just the body. For you, watching Ellie and Joel is like witnessing something worth knowing. On the other hand, for them, you're blinding and vibrant current of light, and heat—they're drawn. You're hypnotized. Unfortunately, life knocks on the door.
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ㅤㅤ▹ fantasies unwind Shuri Udaku x F!Reader | Summary: All of your thoughts about Princess Shuri are born from a single look — that's the source of your stream. Dreams become a river, and your desire flows into a waterfall. When Shuri discovers the immensity of your attraction, she gives you things you could have never dreamt about.
ㅤㅤ▹short and sweeter (sequel to this)
Shuri Udaku x Dora Milaje!Reader | Summary: If Shuri is incapable of making you more malleable, more careful with your own body, the best she can do is protect you. Deciding to add some special gadgets to your uniform, Shuri puts you both in a tight position.
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