#james buchanan bucky barnes
quinnwritestoomuch · a month ago
tony’s party
Bucky Barnes x female!reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: basically no plot, +18, unprotected p in v, fingering, edging, creampie, choking, METAL ARMMM, and that’s about it (:
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Parties really weren’t her thing but when Tony asked she couldn’t really say no. He was very persistent and managed to get both y/n and Bucky to join. The party was going on upstairs but the duo had managed to sneak downstairs instead. They tend to have more fun together anyway.
“Parties were never my thing.” She complains after the conversation dips into a lull. Bucky chuckles, watching her lips closely as they move. "Me neither." He mumbles and this time her eyes drift to his lips her mind reeling.
Y/n takes her chance, sliding her hands up his chest until they wrap around his neck, pulling him closer by his hair. Their lips meet in a fiery kiss, his hands drifting to her waist until he has a firm grip on her. He picks her up with ease, moving her so she straddles his hips. Y/n tugs on his hair earning a groan into the kiss. They break away for air, only for a moment before their lips meet again. The music is loud as it flows through from upstairs, hiding the sounds of y/n’s gentle gasps.
He pulls her hips closer, bumping her core against his clothed cock. She lets out a soft moan into his mouth, gripping him tighter as she slowly grinds her hips against his. A small patch of wetness begins to form on her underwear, her blue dress, sliding higher up her thighs until it reaches her pelvis. Bucky slides her dress up further, pushing it over her stomach, pausing to look into her eyes. They're so close their breathes mix together as he waits for confirmation from her. Y/n nods her head quickly, lifting her arms so he can slide the zipper down enough to slip of the dress from her body.
He's still holding the dress when he realizes that there's nothing separating them from the party upstairs except a sliding door and a staircase. "Fuck it." He growls, letting the dress drop behind the couch. He pulls her lips to his again, sliding his finger up through her hair, tugging gently to tilt her head back. Y/n moans softly as he pays attention to her jaw and neck, sucking and biting on as much of her as he can. She lets her hands drift down to his chest, pushing back his jacket upon noticing her current attire of only a red lace bra and a black thong. He refuses to break from her as he drifts back up to her lips, tongue grazing her bottom lip. He helps shrug of the jacket and sucks in a breath as she reaches for his pant button. "Lose the shirt." She whispers against his mouth.
Bucky pulls away, pulling his shirt over his head while y/n manages to undo his pants and belt in the same amount of time. Her hands reach his torso as soon as he loses his shirt, drifting along his abs until she reaches the scars along his shoulder from the metal arm. She dips down kissing up along the rim of the arm, distracting him as she takes off his gloves, guiding both hands to her chest. Bucky hesitates but she kisses up his neck making him lose his train of thought. He tugs on the straps of her bra, growling low in his chest. His hands drift back down to her chest, gripping her and twisting her harden nipples through the fabric, pulling a louder moan that she attempts to muffle into his shoulder. "I wanna hear you, let anyone who tries to come in here know what we're doing." Y/n can feel herself getting soaked at his words, the possessiveness behind the meaning.
Something strikes her suddenly and she pulls back, looking into his eyes softly. "We haven't got a condom." He pauses for a moment. "I'll pull out." He tells her, easing her nerves. She nods, leaning in to kiss him again, tongue sliding into his mouth. She slides her hands back down down his body until she reaches the waistband of his pants, gripping the edges. She lifts herself up on her knees giving him space to kick down his pants. Once she sits back down on his bear thighs she attempts to clench her own, getting hotter by the second at the way he's eating her up with his eyes. She flinches but is quickly cut off by a gasp as a cool feeling hits her lower stomach, she glances down to see his left hand, sliding past her thong and over her mound. She grips his shoulders, rotating her hips along his hand as he slips a metal finger through her folds. She moans into his ear, causing him to strain even harder against his boxer. "Fuck." She hisses as he adds a second finger into the mix while thumbing her clit.
She digs her face into his neck, moaning into him as he continues to finger her. He picks up his pace, adding a third finger. Y/n whines loudly unable to control her volume as he continues to pump his fingers into her. "Buck..." She moans out, earning a groan from him as well. "I'm close." She manages through heavy breathes. Suddenly she feels completely empty, moaning in near pain. "Please." She begs him, grinding herself against his clothed cock. He shakes his head, heavy lidded eyes and a cocky smirk. "I want you to cum around my cock." Y/n nods fervently.
He picks her up by the waist, twisting to place her down on the couch. Y/n lets out a breath of shock as he kneels between her legs, pulling his length out of his boxers, clearly the serum enhanced everything. She lets out a whine as she watches him pump himself slowly at the sight of her. "Buck. I need you." She reaches forward wrapping her arms around his neck to bring him down. "Fuck me. I'm yours." She whispers into his ear. He bites down on her shoulder gently as she reaches her hand down between their bodies to pump him softly, running her thumb along his pre-cum. Bucky grips her thong ripping it off in one swift motion, losing himself in the moment.
She guides him slowly towards her entrance, taking a deep breathe as he begins to enter her. "Oh, fuck." She groans out in pain as he stretches out her walls. "You're okay." He tells her softly, nipping at her ear. He crashes his lips back to hers in a sloppy kiss. She digs her nails into his back as he bottoms out in her. "You okay, doll?" She whines at the nickname, clenching around him. A tear rolls down her cheek as she nods her head. "Move please." He takes in her request guiding his hips into hers slowly. Eventually as the pain turns to pleasure she urges him to speed up with her heavy moans. "Fuck." Bucky moans, slamming into her pussy. His metal arm shoots out, gripping the couch roughly but y/n slides her hand up his arm, dragging it from the couch to her throat.
Her moans pick up as he grips her throat, the cool metal calming her hot skin. He leans up, using his other hand to lift her on leg over the back of the couch, fucking her into a different angle. Her near screams of pleasure let him know he's clearly doing right by her. She's a blubbering mess, unable to form coherent sentences. "Bucky." She moans out. "I'm so close. I- I need you to cum in me." She tells him, something new flashing in her eyes. "I'll get-" She cuts herself off as Bucky hits a certain spot in her, she looks down, watching as his cock pushes up into her stomach. "-Plan B." She manages to mutter between her moans.
Bucky nods quickly, groaning out as she clenches around him. He releases his grip around her neck and drops her leg so he can kiss her lips again. His pace quickens as she wraps her legs around his torso. "Shit. Shit. Shit." He moans into her mouth. "I'm-" Bucky shushes her gently. "I know. Wait for me." He tells her, no room for questions. She whines heavily and it sets Bucky over the edge. He taps her thigh. "Let go." And she does, arching up into his chest. He kisses her roughly, releasing deep into her, painting her walls with his cum. Y/n scratches down his back as he pumps into her a few more times. "Shit." He whispers again and y/n catches him this time. "Language." "Hypocrite." He shoots back with a smile, kissing her gently as he pulls out. He looks down at the mess they've made between the two of them.
"Tony’s gonna be pissed." Bucky comments and y/n lets out a breathy laugh, quieting down as she takes in Bucky's disheveled state. "You look good fucked out." He comments, looking down at her lying, hair sprawled on the couch. "I'll be right back." Bucky quickly says, pulling his boxers back up. Cringing as he sees y/n’s ripped underwear. He walks into the washroom, grabbing a wash cloth and some tissues. When he gets back y/n is examining her ripped thong. "Really?" She asks, an embarrassed and playful look in her eyes. Bucky only laughs, stepping closer to her and kneeling on the floor between her legs, running the cloth between her thighs softly. Y/n shudders at the gentle touch, aching at the feeling. When he places a gentle kiss on each inner-thigh she has to stop herself from getting lost in the feeling.
He finally reaches around her, giving the couch a quick wipe with the cloth and the tissues. "Never tell them about this?" Y/n suggest with a grin. Bucky leans in for a quick kiss. "Never." He walks back into the washroom leaving y/n time to pull on the dress once more and attempt to calm down her hair. She walks into the bathroom and closes the door to sort out her bladder while he changes. She steps back out, eyeing him as he slips his gloves back on. Glancing down at her dress she can still feel the lack of underwear. “Sorry.” Bucky mumbles towards her but she can tell he’s secretly proud of himself.
"It smells like sex in here." Someone grumbles as they walk in, spotting the two of them standing extremely close together. "No wonder." It’s Tony. He rolls his eyes. "Found him." He calls up and Sam steps and walks closer into the room, looking between y/n and Bucky, gagging as he takes in the state of her neck and Bucky's jacket still strewn on the floor. "I don't want to know." He tells them, rolling his eyes and walking out.
“So much for not telling them.” She mumbles, face flushed. Bucky only laughs shooing Tony off. He gladly leaves but not before leaning back in. “I’m selling that couch.”
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eddieharriington · 3 months ago
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— in which Bucky appreciates a relaxing shower after a mission 
— warnings: brief mentions of violence and injuries, smut, handjob, unprotected sex (wrap it up besties), soft sex between lovers really. 
— wordcount: 1.4k+
— a/n: this is a repost from my old account, I'm slowly going to put my old stuff on here since I'm going to deactivate the other!
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an in and out job, something easy and something the group had done many times before but the ambush of the enemy took everyone by surprise– Steve miscalculated steps and ignored red flags, leaving the group to fight their way out. 
bucky would've been angry at steve, he nearly lost you in the chaos, saw you struggle with a man twice your size at the other side of the battlefield and if he could, he would've hurt steve the way you got hurt but he knows a fight would happen between you and him if he even thought about it– gosh, it really wasn't Steve's fault and you'd convince him of that.
You're fine, as you'd said earlier, just a couple of cuts and bruises, nothing to worry about but as bucky casts his eyes to your figure and watches you struggle pulling your shirt over your head, he's ready to break down Steve's motel room– you're fine
"I'm gonna take a shower," to cool down before accidents happen "want to join?" 
you hum and the yeah that leaves your lips is nothing but a whisper "I'll be right there." 
bucky nods even though you can't see it with your back facing him– turning on his heels, bucky pulls his dirty shirt over his head and tosses it to the ground near the duffel bags, gets rid of his other clothes before his legs drag him to the cool motel bathroom. Turning on the faucet, bucky pulls his hand back as ice cold water rains from the shower head.
It takes a minute or two for the water to become bearable and as bucky steps in the shower and the water hits his back, he relaxes, worry and anger dripping down his body and flushing down the shower drain. Letting his body adjust to the heat, he turns around, places both hands against the wall and dips his head down to wash the debris and sweat from his hair. 
Lost in his own world, the cold hands that slide around his waist and warm body pressed against his back pull him back to earth and as he straightens his back, yout soft lips against the skin between his shoulder blades sends a shiver down his spine. 
"I'm fine." 
"I know," Bucky hums "I know you are." 
It's a moment of peaceful silence that falls over the two of you as a warm blanket on a cold winter's day. Minutes of switching in places to keep from running cold, minutes of standing still in a tight hug and minutes of cleaning each other– the mission washed off and long forgotten. 
Another shiver runs down his spine as your arms wrap around his waist again and leave yet another kiss between his shoulder blades. Bucky's breath hitches when your fingertips brush over his lower abdomen and your nails softly scratch against his skin– he knows where this is going– and as your hands travel further down his thighs and brush against his balls and dick, he feels himself get harder. 
A low groan pushes past his lips as you massage his balls before wrapping your hand around his erection and running your thumb over its head in a teasing manner. 
"Baby," his voice is strained as he restrains himself from helping you out "what are you doing?" 
"Make you feel good." You state simply 
breathing out a shaky chuckle, bucky nods slightly "this teasing doesn't feel good." 
without another word, you move your hand up and down, pumping his length in your wet hand, electing a whispered 'fuck' from the man infront of you and as you press the side of your face against his back and move your other hand back and fondle with his balls, an almost animalistic growl comes from deep within Bucky's chest. 
Combining speed, slow strokes and fast pump, some teasing and switching hands every so often left bucky a panting mess, both hands firmly placed against the tiled wall in front of him, water dripping down his face. He feels that familiar rubber band in his abdomen tighten.  reaching his own hand down, he wraps it around your wrist and stops you from moving
 "not gonna last any longer, doll." Bucky breathes out as he tries to catch a break and his breath. 
"Kind of the point here." You chuckle, let go of his dick and pull your hands back to yourself.
Carefully turning around, Bucky places his lips against yours in a searing kiss, his tongue running along your teeth, moving together with yours as you let him– moving in sync.
Running his hands over every inch of your body, knowing every freckle and dimple like the back of his hand. Knowing every sensitive spot and as he carefully shuffles the two of your across the wet floor, your back meets the cold tiles and as your caged between the wall and bucky, you feel his hard and throbbing dick against you stomach but the thought gets interrupted and replaced by a moan when bucky leaves a trail of wet kisses from your jaw, down your neck and back to suck on the sensitive skin beneath your ear. 
"Gotta make you feel good too, baby." 
His low voice could get you off alone and he knows it drives you insane. 
Pulling away, bucky takes you in as if you would vanish off this earth after all of this– god, he landed a goddess. 
He wants slow, to take in this intimate moment with you after a rough day and make it last for a while but when your hand reaches for his dick again and stroke it, Bucky can't help himself. 
Reaching down, he slides his fingers through your slick folds to make sure your ready and without a warning hooks his hand under your knee and lifts it up, eyes trained on where the two of you would melt together and watches how you guide him to your entrance– a low groan and moan mixing together and bouncing off the walls as bucky slowly pushes in and lets you adjust to his size. 
You nod and as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him slower to your body even more and let your head rest on his shoulder, sweet moans – his favorite sound – leave your lips as he picks up his speed.
Lips latched to the skin of your shoulder, sure to leave a trail of hockey's and let people know you're his, his hips snap into yours with each stroke. Wrapping his other hand around your other knee he whispers in your ear. 
You don't have to be asked twice, wrapping your legs around his waist gives a whole new angle in which the tip of his dick brushes against that spot that's got your mind spinning and as your head hits the wall behind you, nails digging in his shoulders as you moan out in pleasure, bucky grins.
"Found it–" 
"Shut up," you breathe out a chuckle "buck–"
You can't finish your sentence, cut short when Bucky's hips snap against your hips harshly and knocks the air out of your lungs, the grip around your knees getting tighter as Bucky picks up his speed even more, the tip of his dick brushing against your g-spot deliciously. 
Bucky groans as your walls clench around him, you're close and so is he and as he sees the features on your face twist and lips apart, breathless and unable to speak, Bucky kisses you again, smiling against each other's lips, muffling each other's moans. 
"You close?" 
Unable to speak, your hum. Reaching your hand between your bodies, you rub your clit, the familiar feeling boiling up in your abdomen. 
"Shit–" bucky growls as he watches you touch yourself, picking up the speed slightly, he feels your walls tightening around him even more. 
"C'mon, baby." 
Wrapping your arms against his shoulders and pulling him closer, nails digging in his back, you moan against the skin of his neck as you reach your climax. 
Letting you ride out your orgasm, bucky slows his movements but when you move backwards and capture his lips in another kiss, bucky picks up his speed again, rocking his hips in messy stroked to catch his own high, a mantra of profanities and your name pushing past his lips as he paints your inside with his cum. 
Staying still like this, catching breaths and returning back from heaven, bucky stays inside of you and kisses the tip of your nose sweetly which makes your nose scrunch. 
"That shower didn't help much in getting clean." 
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leizy-zet · 3 months ago
My fan work. Winter soldier.
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gutflorizt · 3 months ago
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Bucky Barnes is your dad’s best friend and has been for 4 years now. You didn’t meet him until a year ago and from there your infatuation with the man bloomed. You certainly didn’t expect him to work at the same bar you applied for but luckily it didn’t bother you, you got to see him almost every night, stripping for the world to watch him.
“Welcome to the stage the Winter Soldier!”
The whole crowd roars, wolf whistles, claps and high pitched screams ricochet off the walls. You are behind the bar counter, adding a shot of vodka into a customer’s cocktail. Your eyes jump from the glass onto Bucky, watching him step to the crowd.
Your mouth slightly ajars open when he steps out into the spotlight, his shirt unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up, revealing his metal arm. His heavy breathing makes his abs contract, making them bulge out. His adonis belt is more prominent than ever especially with his pants hanging dangerously low on his hips.
Bucky looks at the room with a sex craze look, making deep eye contact with the men and women in the crowd. His eyes briefly lock with yours, his lips curl into a seductive smirk and sends a wink your way.
Natasha nudges your elbow and nods down to the drink, “It’s spilling.”
You look down and the once electric blue drink now has turned light blue, “Oh shit.” You put the bottle to the side, grabbing a towel to clean up the spill. “I gotta make another drink.
“No, no, no” The drunk man urgently slurred, holding his hand out to stop you. He got up and reached over to grab the drink. He takes a sip, eyes shutting from the burn, “This is perfect. Thank you for your service.” He salutes, stumbling away.
You laugh as you watch him stumble away, bumping into people. For a moment you are confused as to why he thanked you for your service but you look down and remember the small army costume you have on. It’s veterans night and you get paid extra to wear the smallest costume you could squeeze into, plus older men give you hefty tips.
You continue to clean when you feel Steve goes behind you, his hands resting on your shoulders. “You got something.” He points to the corner of his mouth, using himself as a mirror.
Your hand flys to the corner of your mouth, searching for whatever was on it. “What is it?”
Your face instantly drops, no hint of amusement in your face compared to his. You roll your eyes and finish cleaning the spill, throwing the vodka soaked towel in the dirty bucket.
“Do you need something?” You annoyingly ask when you notice he doesn’t walk away.
“Yes I do actually,” He says, rubbing his hands together. “Be a sweetheart and pour me a double please..it’s going to be such a long night and I honestly don’t think I can handle that–did you know that-”
“Ok!” You startle Steve with your stern voice. You pour him a shot of the first thing you see, pushing the cup towards his chest. “Here, just take it and go.”
“Thank you,” he sings, his hand pinching your cheek. “That’s why you're my favorite.”
“Yeah sure I am,” You flatly say.
“Which is why I’m calling dibs on you tonight before Barnes comes and steals you,” He smiles, hoping you’ll say yes.
In your bar there are 7 bartenders, 4 of which can either tend to one of the dancers per request or go serve drinks on the 2nd floor for exclusive members. There was another bar on the 2nd floor, not as big as the one downstairs but it does the job.
“Will you go away if I say yes?”
Steve eagerly nods, “I’ll see you in about 30 minutes.” He pats your head to purposely annoy you even more.
25 minutes pass and you start to prepare to go upstairs and into Steve’s section. But before you were able to fully leave, Wanda came up to you, already over her shift she had started an hour ago.
“Barnes is asking for you,” Wanda tells you, holding a tray with empty beer bottles.
“I’m tending to Steve tonight,” You remind her.
“Yeah I told him that but he wants you to give him his usual,” She nods her head to one of the private sections upstairs. You could barely make out his frame, his arms laid out on top of the couch with his head tipped back.
“Can’t you make it Wanda?” You ask, “I’m kind of in a rush. Steve needs me in 5 minutes.”
“I don’t know what his usual is and he won’t tell me,” She gripes, her grip tightening on the tray, her kunkles blanching.
“Always has the perfect timing,” You lowly growl, looking back at the top of the stairs where Steve is patiently waiting for you. “Tell him to wait.”
“Got it,” She gives you a tight lipped smile. “Nat, I need 2 pina coladas!”
“I’m not sure if I’ll be back anytime soon, think you can handle it by yourself for a little bit?”
“Yeah don’t worry about me,” she waves off. “Sam should be coming in soon anyways.”
“Wish me luck,” You breathed out, grabbing 2 ice cold beers. “Steve’s about to have a temper tantrum.”
“Yeah but you’ll get to be with Mr. Barnes,” Natasha sings, wiggling her eyebrows. “Go get ‘em tiger,” She winks at you, slapping your ass.
Heat rises to your cheeks along with a bashful smile. You swerve your way through dancing giggling girls and stumbling men. The security guard at the bottom of the stairs steps back, gaining you access to go up.
You hold on to the railing, watching your feet go up the steps to avoid making eye contact with anyone and making you feel awkward.
“You’re here! Finally,” Steve cheers, bunching his ists up and throwing them in the air.
“Not so fast, pretty boy. I have to make one last order and then I’ll be yours for the night.”
Steve stomps on the ground, “But y/nnnn,” He whines out with a pout.
“But Steveeee,” You mock him, pushing past him to go to Bucky. “Look, Bucky is my last order.”
“Fine but you better-”
“And I will,” Your promise Steve, “if I don’t then I’ll…I’ll…” You’re trying to figure out a way to make it up to Steve just in case you didn’t fulfill your promise but nothing is coming to you.
“Then you’ll have to come with me to watch a musical,” He finishes your sentence for you.
You internally groan, you hate musicals and you can never sit long enough for one. Steve’s favorite form of an apology is for him to torture you with everyhting you loathed. It gives him the satisfaction and fulfillment nothing else can fill.
“Fine,” You reluctantly agree. He flashes you a toothy grin and walks away to his section.
You step inside, walking behind Bucky and leaning close to his ear. “Hello sarge,” You whisper huskily into his ear.
He opens his eyes, a faint smile appearing on his lips when he sees you. “Tsvetok, you’re finally here.”
“Had to finish up a couple of drinks before going to Steve,” You say, going over to sit across from him. Using the utility belt you’re currently wearing, you push the bottle up to the bottle opener to open it. You set the first drink in front of him while you open the second one.
“Why would you need to go to Steve?” He questions you, grabbing the bottle and putting his lips to it, taking one big gulp.
“He asked for me tonight,” You answer, taking a sip from his second beer bottle before placing it in front of him. “Speaking of which, I have to go.” You stand up, collecting the beer caps to throw in the trash later.
“Woah, woah, hold one on second,” He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees. “No that can’t be.”
“Why not?” You curiously ask, tilting your head to the side.
“Because you’re with me tonight,” He answers as if it is the most obvious thing in the world. “Tell him to beat it.”
“Mr. Barnes-”
“Tsvetok I’ve told you one and thousand times, call me Bucky.”
“Fine, Bucky,” You correct yourself. “I really can’t tell him no, he’s waiting for me.”
“Come on,” He grabs your arm with his free hand. “You know you’re my favorite Tsvetok. Just tell him no. You know you’re mine, Please,” He looks deep into your eyes, his tongue darting out to wet his plump lips. “For me?”
It doesn’t take much for Bucky to persuade you. You aren’t easily coaxed into things but with Bucky all it takes is one glance from him. “Ok but you tell Steve-”
“Tell Steve what?” Steve's voice makes both of your heads snap towards his direction. When he notices your look of defeat he automatically knew what Bucky was about to say. “No, Bucky I called dibs.” Just as you predicted Steve starts to throw a tantrum. “That’s not fair you always have her.”
Bucky shrugs, “Too bad Rogers, she’s mine for tonight and every night I clock in.” Bucky smiles in triumphant when he sees Steve stomping away, grumbling curses under his breath. “Get ready for a long night,” He adds.
You are used to being around Bucky but watching him move erotically made it harder for you to work. It didn’t help that the clients were throwing themselves at him, thank god for the no touch policy.
You try to ignore the hot throbbing in between your legs. You’ve gone countless times outside to take a breather but you always went quickly back in to be around his scent. If it wasn’t for the suppressants you’re sure you would’ve been in heat, delirious and aching for Bucky’s cock.
“Everything ok?” He asks you the second his clients left the door. “You seem out of it.”
“Yeah I’m just tired,” You lie, wiping down the small counter.
“There’s only 30 minutes left on the clock, let's go.”
You stop your actions at his statement. “No, it's fine. Time is money here and you can still get a lot in 30 minutes.”
“Tsvetok I think I have more than enough,” He motions to the trashbags full of cash settled in the corner of the room. He then motions to his hips where crumbled bills are stuffed in his thong. “I’ll wait for you to finish up.”
Bucky waits until you finish and clock out. It was currently 3 in the morning, blackout drunks waiting in line at trashy food trucks to satisfy their cravings. Bucky opens the passenger door for you, he never lets you open your own door every time he gives you a ride.
You close your eyes, leaning your head to the side to lean against the cool window. You want to go to sleep but your mind has other ideas and instead images of Bucky frantically rutting into you, grunting out your name, pops into your head. You squirm in your seat uncomfortably, squeezing your thighs together to satiate the throbbing. Bucky smirks to himself as he watches you from the corner of his eye. He patiently drives, not in a rush to see this end.
“We’re here,” He squeezes your thigh to alert you. “You’re warm, are you sure you’re ok.” He quieres when he feels your boiling skin.
“Just peachy,” You quip, rushing to unbuckle your seatbelt. Bucky takes this as his cue to go open your door for you. He walks you to your door, knowing it wasn’t always safe for a woman to be out alone this time of night.
“Thank you for the ride Bucky,” You thank him while opening your apartment door.
“Anytime Tsvetok.”
“Want to come in? Maybe have some water or some food? I didn’t see you eat.”
“Sure,” Bucky has been to your place a handful of times. With your dad. Never has he been in here alone.
You saunter over to the kitchen while Bucky locks the front door. You open the fridge to see what you could offer to Bucky. “Well I have some leftovers from yesterday but I’m not even sure what they are-” You stop talking when you feel him standing behind you.
Bucky’s hands go to your hips, bringing your body close to his front. “You know what I really want?” His voice is low and sultry, sending goosebumps throughout your skin. “I want you.”
You gulp as you turn around, “W-What?”
“You heard me,” He starts walking forward, closing the fridge door. His walking forces you to be trapped between him and the counter. “I. Want. You.”
“Jump,” He orders and you instantly comply, using your arms to boost yourself on the counter, spreading your legs open for him to slot in between them. Bucky’s hand goes to your face, cupping it as he leans forward. His lips ghost over yours, only mere millimeters apart. “Say you want this. Say you want me.”
You don’t respond and instead close the distance between the two of you. Your hands crawl up his neck, turning your head to deepen the kiss, a moan rumbles low and deep in Bucky’s chest. He brings your body impossibly closer, rolling his hips against your clothed cunt.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this,” He mumbles against your lips. “To finally feel your lips on mine, been dreaming of it the day I met you.”
Bucky pulls back and his hands go to your zipper, tugging it slowly down to reveal your breasts first. His eyes never peel away from your body as the zipper goes down further and further, You pick up your hips to help him remove the clothing from you. You heavily breathe in anticipation as he looks at your body.
“I know you’ve been wanting this too.” His lips latch onto your neck, biting it and soothing it with his tongue. His metal hand dips down into your panties, his index finger swiping across your folds. “This pretty pussy is purring for me. I could smell you from across the room.”
You shudder as the sudden coldness of his metal finger presses against your sobbing pussy.“Please,” You begged, grinding your hips against his hand.
“What do you want, Tsvetok?” He tuantly asks, enjoying you desperately hump his hand.
“I want you to make me feel good.”
“Don’t you worry, I’ll do that,” His hand starts vibrating causing you a loud moan to slip through your lips. “And more.”
He starts to circle his finger on your clit, adding the slightest bit of pressure to elicit more sounds from you. With his other hand he unhooks your bra, his head dipping to catch your nipple in his mouth.
Your eyebrows crease together from the overwhelming pleasure as you gasp out his name. “Oh Bucky.”
2 metal fingers dance around your entrance, pushing in when his mouth latches on the other breast. His fingers hit that spot you’re not able to reach, making you see stars. The strong vibrations reverberates down to your legs.
“That feels so good, holy shit.” You manage to say in between moans. Tears from in your eyes when his thumb starts strumming you clit back and forth. “Fuck!”
“Can feel you squeezing my fingers, can’t imagine how you’ll feel on my cock,” His eyes shut in bliss when he imagines you wrapped around him. “You’re gettin’ close aren’t you?”
“Yes,” You breathly answer, your hands going to play with your tits for extra stimulation. “I’m going to cum! Can I cum please?”
Bucky didn’t expect you to ask him permission to finish, your question sends the blood rushing to his already rock hard cock. “Cum.”
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you let the pleasure wash over you. Your trembling thighs shut together as you let the orgasm pass.
He brings his finger to his mouth, sucking on them to taste your sweet slick. “You taste so good Tsvetok, one day I’m going to have to bury my head in between your pretty little thighs.”
You’re barely coming down from your high when you feel Bucky’s tip prod at your entrance. “But right now I need your pretty cunt wrapped around me. You gonna let me use you?”
You replace his hand with yours, dragging the tip across your clit. “Oh Alpha,” You sigh out, inching closer and closer to omega headspace. “Use me.”
You guide him to your entrance and Bucky slowly thrusts in, moaning at the way your silken walls suck him in. Your pussy feels better than he’s ever imagined, even during late nights when he would use his fleshlight, pretending it was you. You both gasp at the feel, holding onto each other as you get used to his size. After a minute he starts slowly dragging his cock in and out.
Your eyes flutter shut as your head hits the cabinet behind you. Bucky lets out a tsk and he cups your cheeks together, using one hand. “No omega, open your eyes.” He brings your head down to where the both of you are connected. “I want you to watch my cock split you open.”
He starts thrusting harder, making your body jolt with force. You mewl at the new pace, your walls fluttering around him. Your juices are covered on his cock, making it easier for him to slip in and out. The sounds of squelching mixed with your sinful moans fill Bucky’s ear.
“You’re so fucking tight,” He growls out, his head is thrown back in ecstasy. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”
“Don’t want you to stop,” You weakly squeak out. “Please never stop.” Your voice sounds low and distant, drool dripping down your throat.
“Already cockdrunk huh? Got fucking drool dribbling out of your mouth,” He wipes the drool using his thumb. You couldn't focus on anything but his huge cock rutting into you, his pelvis brushing up against your clit.
“Gonna cum,” You babble out, cumming seconds later. Your walls spasm around his cock and his hips stutter as he hisses out. His pace falters but regardless he’s still pounding deeply into you. He licks his thumb, bringing it to your puffy clit and strats strumming it back and forth, prolonging your orgasm.
“Ah-alpha!” You scream out at the pleasure, your body feels on fire at the overwhelming pleasure. You feel pressure building up at the pit of your stomach again, rapidly. “Please I c-can’t-”
“You can and you will.” A strangled cry leaves your lips as he spreads your legs farther, reaching deeper than before. “This time you’re going to cum when I say so.”
Your body starts to go limp as your second orgasm approaches. You desperately try to hold it, not wanting to disobey him.
“Hold it,” He warns.
“I can’t anymore!” You sob out. “You feel so good. Please alpha, let me cum.”
“Hold it just a bit more,” He huffs out. “Then you can cum all you want while I fill you up.” Your walls clench at the thought of Bucky cumming inside of you. “You want that don’t you? To breed you like the good omega you are?”
“Yes, yes. I want you to fill me up.” You pathetically whine out. “Want you to cum inside me.”
“Don’t worry ‘mega, I’ll make sure you’re nice and stuffed.”
You’re teetering the edge, knowing if you try to hold it any longer you’ll burst. As much as Bucky loves to see you struggle he also loves the way you fall apart on his dick.
“Go ahead omega, cum for me.”
You finally let go, sobbing out in relief. Your thighs tremble around his body as you bring him close to your body, warm wet tears drop on his shoulders. Your body fully falls on top of him, losing all its strength. He takes this as his opportunity to use you as he please like his own personal cocksleeve.
His hips start to snap against yours in a frantic and erratic pace. A hot searing burn runs through his spine, coursing through his veins. It’s all getting too much for him that Bucky starts mumbling incoherent nonsense, “You’re mine now, once I fill you up, no one else can go near you.”
Bucky cums with a guttural growl, his hips go still as he pumps his seed inside you. Your walls are painted in his seed, some threatening to spill out. You whine at the loss of contact when he pulls out. He bends down to watch his cum drip out of you, mesmerized at the view.
​​”Thank you alpha,” You whisper, your body starting to fall forward.
Bucky immediately gets up, catching you just in time. He places his hand on the back of your head, looking at your glassy eyes. He can tell you’re deep into omega headspace and probably won’t be out of it for a long time.
“How do you feel?”
“Amazing,” You hiccup, “I’ve never felt better.”
“Let's get you to bed,” He taps your legs, silently telling you to wrap them around his waist. Once you did he walks you to your room, he takes the covers of the bed, setting you gently in.
“Wait,” You grab his hand and look at him with a pleading look, “please stay.”
Bucky joins you on the bed and pulls you on top of him. “You did so good,” He praises, kissing your temple. “Bet you’re exhausted, go to sleep.”
“But I don’t want you to leave.”
“I won’t,” He assures you, “I’ll be right here when you wake up in the morning.
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monarcascension · 28 days ago
stupor pt. 2 | bb
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summary: It's the morning after you and bucky's drunken night together, and you think it's finally time that you address what happened.
pairings: best friend!bucky x fem!reader
tags: fluffy, sensual touch, light angst , vulgar language 𐑺
a/n: it's taken a little long to get this part out to you all, but thank you for reading and indulging and even loving my content thus far, and giving so much love to 'stupor' & 'desperada' it's absolutely overwhelming! ALSO, consider this a THANK YOU GIFT FOR OUR 200 FOLLOWER MILESTONE! I LOVE ALL OF YOU SO MUCH 🥺 Please enjoy and i'll be posting again soon. much love darlings <33
word count: 1.7K
Last night’s sleep took you under its wing quickly, allowing you to rest your thoughts as well as your eyes for at least another few hours. And you relished in it. Each breath you took of the frigid air around you only allowed you to sink even deeper into your slumber. You barely found pleasure in your usual tossing and turning, which you did every night because if you made even the slightest movement you were sure to wake Bucky. Though, he must sleep like a rock if he was unaware of your current circumstances.
Fortunately enough, you did not feel him stir in the night or shift awkwardly at all. The two of you stayed perfectly in sync with the other, adjusting position as needed, but he never relinquished you from his hold. And you liked it that way. However, a part of you cursed yourself for even thinking of Bucky like this— finding comfort in canoodling with him in the first place. But you couldn't help it, you were a sucker for many things and this may just as well be one of them.
The faint sounds of birds chirping outside of your window were only the precursor to the blaring car horns and irritated traffic-goers that welcomed you to the new day. The sky beckoned the sun forth from its rest, its bright blades piercing crudely through the blinds in an attempt to wake you. You winced from the obnoxious beams that burned your eyelids— bringing your hand up to block them from your face. You would turn over if you could, but there was still a large oaf of a man that was steadily crushing you with his weight.
Bucky’s soft snoring rumbled against your chest in small intervals. He would occasionally fix the position of his head that would sink him further into your breasts, making you go rigid—your hair sticking up on its ends like a frightened kitten, but then you found some comfort in it, relaxing back into your skin, embracing his touch as if you have starved of it yourself, which, actually wasn’t too far off. This kind of intimate touch became foreign to you, since being an agent wasn't the most inviting job in the world, and you never have time for much else other than work. Things such as love and even occasional hook-ups were obsolete. You risked your life every day, but you could never risk the life of somebody you loved so you swore yourself free of relationships. Despite the cons, if it wasn't for your current employment, you never would have met Bucky at all.
Glancing down at him sleeping just as peacefully as last time, your palm connected to his soft skin as you released a breath that had been sealed away in your lungs for too long. His skin was so smooth, considering the full tactical attire he wore daily, you would assume his flesh would be a bit rougher to the touch, but it lacked flaws no matter where the pads of your fingers landed. Your fingers climbed over the hill of his shoulders and trailed south of his spine, following the slight curve that met the middle of his back before the rest of his torso disappeared under the blanket. You followed the same path and used your hand to travel up again towards the nape of his neck. He shivered a little, his muscles tensing at the sensation. You watched his bones bulge at the behest of your finger before settling once more.
“Ugh.. just a few more minutes..” a deep, groggy voice chimed.
You were taken aback by how deep his voice was. It was oddly attractive. “Well, good morning to you too.”
Bucky groaned. “Y/N? Is that you? What are y-” He started pulling himself up off of you, both of his arms relinquishing your frame from their hold.
Your eyes did not move from him as his features tightened because of his sudden awakening. He took a deep breath and glanced around the room for a moment, taking in the space around him before returning to meet your eyes. He stared into them for a moment like he was studying them, working his sight down towards your semi-exposed breasts and his shirtless frame between your thighs.
You could see the gears turning in his head until it clicked. His face flushed of all color as his eyes flickered nervously across your face and body. “Shit.. did I- did we?”
You simply shrugged, not sure of the answer to that question yourself. Nothing about last night was crystal clear.
“That's what I was hoping you knew the answer to.” You replied, sitting up onto your elbows.
“Fuck.” Bucky crashed down into the space beside you and ran his hand across his face. He seemed just as stressed and confused as you had assumed him to be earlier. But he wasn't running away from it. He just seemed to be processing it.
Flipping over onto your side to face him, you watched his face for any change in expression, but he gave you nothing for a while. Just stared up at the ceiling fan that whirred overhead.
“I’m surprised you are as calm as you are right now.” He prodded.
“Don't be. I've been freaking out on the inside.” you retorted. “I’m surprised, you’re not running around with your head cut off either.”
“Trust me, I’m just as shocked as you are. It’s not everyday you wake up naked next to your best friend in their own bed.”
You scoffed. “Tell me about it. Do you remember anything?”
“Some things, it's still pretty foggy.” He stopped to think for a moment.
“ I remember..us getting a few drinks after a job. We left the others at the bar while we caught a taxi back to your place? And thennnnn.. .” Bucky paused for a moment— a mischievous grin grew on his face from whatever memory he just had. He turned to you and smirked.
“You kissed me.”
If there was a button you could use to blow up the entire world at that moment, you probably would have. You mentally slapped yourself over and over and over again, calling yourself a dumbass for even trying it with him in the first place. You took the pillow that you were laying back on and slammed it over your face to hide from the embarrassment.
You could hear Bucky belly laughing beside you as if you needed him to cause you any more emotional pain.
“Real funny Barnes...”.
“Hey, hey, hey. Doll,” he started, trying to hide his laughter. He sat up on his elbows and removed the pillow from your face. His hand rested on your cheek, pulling your face to look at him. “take a breath. These things happen. It's not that big a deal. For all you know, that could have been it.”
“Not a big deal? I came onto you while we were drunk and I don't even remember it, and on top of that, we’re almost completely naked.”
“Well… good point. And let's blame your memory loss on the liquor and not me being incompetent.” he teased.
“I’m serious, Buck. What if this ruins our friendship?”
Bucky hushed you immediately and brushed his thumb across your cheeks. “As long as I’m alive, nothing will ruin us. Also, our bond is a lot stronger than you think, I don't fear a little slip will break it. Okay?”
You relaxed into his hold, shutting your eyes briefly as he caressed your skin. Maybe he was right. You loved him enough to not throw everything you had built together away because of a slip. Though you still had your reservations, you still believed in the strength of what love both of you had for each other, and that was enough. You and he were an inseparable pair bonded by a common want to keep each other safe. You protected each other, you looked after one another. And that was something you never wanted to lose.
“You’re right. I just- you know. I care about you.”
Bucky placed his hand on his heart and looked at you with the widest puppy dog eyes he had in his arsenal and flashed you with them. “That's the sweetest compliment you've ever given me. I half expected you to call me a dumbass like always.”
You laughed and mushed his shoulder. “Not my fault. I call it as I see it, Barnes.”
“I see why everyone says you’re not a morning person.”
“Ugh, shut up.”
“Seriously though, even if we did do something last night, I don’t regret it in the slightest.”
“Neither do I. If anything, I’m glad it was you.” You replied, looking to him for approval, but you were instead greeted with a sly grin.
You realized what you said and how you said it and immediately felt the repercussions. Your cheeks flushed with color and warmth instantly as you turned away from him and scratched your neck. “Well-! I just mean, I’m glad it was you and not some random guy-”
“Y/N.” He said, stopping you in your tracks by placing his hand on top of yours. “I feel the same way. No matter what way things go, I’ll never stop caring about you. You're stuck with me, so suck it up.”
A gentle sigh of relief fell from your lips once he said that to you. All the preconceived notions you had in your head began to disperse and made room for your new reality. It wasn't how you planned for things to go, but as long as he was there to help guide you through this new phase in your friendship, you were certain that there was nothing that could tear the two of you apart.
“Now if you’re done with your mini-existential-crisis. Daddy needs his cuddles.” He teased, opening his arms out wide for you.
Against your better judgement and a smack of your teeth, you did as he requested and snuggled into the spot he left open for you, laying your head underneath his chin and wrapping yourself around him. Bucky did the same, leaving his hands on your bare back and tracing over your flesh.
“And you wonder why I call you a dumbass.”
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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · a month ago
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If he reached for me like this I’d simply cease to exist
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cityofstqrs · 7 months ago
⋮ in the late hours, i’m yours to have.
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pairing: roommate!boxer!bucky barnes x female!reader
— author’s note: this is my first fic i’m posting on here,, little bit nervous!! i’ve written before but just not posted so hope you all like it :) | you have no permission to copy or repost my work
— warnings: minors dni (18+) unprotected sex, fingering, somnophilia so slight dubious content but consent has been given (also sort of free use?), slight size kink, idk if i’ve missed anything out
Dishes were constantly dirty, littering the sink when you came home from work. The cushions on the sofa were never fluffed, often sleeping on the floor just beside the sofa, obviously far too difficult to put back in their rightful place. The bathroom was always steaming with condensation because he never opened a window after he had showered. And there were plenty of other quirks of living with Bucky that made it far from ideal.
But then random days you’d step inside to the smell of delicious home-cooked comfort foods because he had a strange innate sense of when you needed it most. One of your favourite views was your tattooed, muscular man stirring and testing his food, making sure it was perfect for you. And he was good at compromise, especially on movie nights, letting you watch twilight way too many times a month. Every fault could be shunned with a positive thing only Bucky would do. And the cherry on top would be the fact that he would only do it for you.
From an outsider, it wouldn’t appear you had much in common. It was a strange relationship you had. Two unlikely friends. But ever since you had met you had hit it off. It was by chance that you were both looking for respective roommates and found each other just in time.
In the beginning, people would just assume that Bucky was a sort of bodyguard, his intimidating height and a tattooed scowl that rested on his face didn’t scream welcoming. It only ever softened when you were in a room. Finding a slight reprieve, finding itself morphing into a smile and crinkles appeared by his eyes, like he was blinded by you.
It frightened off any man that came within a couple of foot distance to you. A quick glance at the brooding man over your shoulder had them fleeing the scene like a criminal. And to Bucky they were.
Eventually you, without even realising it, gave up looking for someone. Quite comfortable with your Friday night movie nights and coming home to Bucky and his white furball curled up on the sofa, always leaving room for his best girl.
That’s why it wasn’t a big surprise to anyone when you and Bucky started fucking. The surprise was when you both said it was strictly fucking, no feelings.
The arrangement came only a little later, it just seemed appropriate. The two of you both found each other undeniably attractive. How could you not? He was more than an Adonis, the stubble that littered his strong jaw, pink lips that he was always fiddling with. Drawing your attention to them. Watching you with those piercing eyes, drinking you in, making a checklist of every way he wanted to devour you.
As a result, there was absolutely no apprehension on your end when he suggested the arrangement. A previously agreed upon, mutually beneficial part of the relationship. Where if either of you needed a release, the other would be willing. Unless told otherwise- which had not yet happened.
You spoke through kinks, safe words, rules, all bases had been covered.
So that’s why Bucky was doing what he was. Having come home from a late-night session at the gym, his adrenaline was still high. You were usually his outlet but you had a late shift and promptly passed out when you got home. So he was going to take what he needed, you would let him. His large hand peeled back the duvet that covered your body, revealing your sleeping form to his hungry eyes.
Times like this make him admire you. Sleeping, unaware you look so peaceful. An innocence calms your features and the fact that in your most vulnerable you let him have you makes him warm. Something settles deep inside him at how much you trust him. The primal urge to protect you, but also bring you mind-numbing pleasure just grows from the image.
You slept in only underwear and it makes it so much harder for him to not just go feral. But he didn’t, instead trailing a cold hand down your shoulders, finding its way to his only barrier. Long, dexterous fingers dancing down your skin, waking goosebumps all along your curves.
Light, delicate kisses are pressed onto your back as his hands delve into your underwear. In your sleep, you shift, allowing him easier access to your clit. Practice has allowed him to locate it with no trouble, immediately rubbing it in tight figures of eight.
He doesn’t bother starting slow, knowing exactly how you like it. There’s no teasing, not tonight, his craving for you only increases.
“There’s my girl,” he whispers to himself once you start bucking your hips into his hand. Chasing the pleasure only he could give you. Even in your sleep, you respond so prettily to him, so well behaved, so well trained. “So good for me, all mine.”
The reason he came in was for his own release but seeing the way you give into him makes him forget for a moment. That is until you start rubbing against his hard cock, outlined in the tight material of his briefs. It shoves him into the reality of how badly he needs a release. Desperation clawing at his skin.
He takes a moment to make sure you’re wet enough: which you are. It’s taken you no time to soak through the cloth, proving that you’re his good girl. He knows exactly what to say, what to touch to get you dripping and begging for him. Using it to his advantage all too often. Before you, he was never this insatiable but you awaken something in him. And it’s the hottest thing.
Tearing your underwear seemed the easiest way to get to you. Pulling himself out of his own cotton confines he allows himself a few pumps before lining himself up.
Taking it slow, gradually pushing into your cunt. Nothing will ever compare to your hot, wet, tight heat. His groan is muffled into the skin of your shoulder. You feel like fucking heaven. It’s addicting. Letting himself have a moment to adjust, feeling like a velvet vice around him, sucking him in.
“F-fuck,” he hears your confused moans, like sleep still trying to pull you under and then you realise what’s going on and give him a real one, “oh, Bucky.” from your chest, he pulls out noises from you even when your only half coherent. You stretch your neck, seeking him. His hand holds your stomach as he starts to thrust his hips into you.
“Did I wake you up, petal?” he feigns sympathy but, in all honesty, he’s only thinking about how indescribably good you feel wrapped around him. Like a glove, made specifically for him.
You’re his hole. There’s nothing you’d rather be.
You can’t even form sentences. Too groggy from sleep that slipped away and going cockdrunk at how effortlessly Bucky can hit that spot that makes you see constellations.
He plays you like an instrument and you’re weak, you let him, you’ll always let him. As long as he keeps making you feel heaven on earth. The contrast in his punishing thrusts and the adoration poured into how he holds you, kisses you, makes your head spin.
Over the blood rushing in your ears, you hear his weak chuckle at your state. When he speaks its next to your ear,
“Petal, how about I fill you up, fuck-“he moans, overwhelmed when you start clenching around him, getting close, “and you go back to sleep all full ‘f me. You like that?” he never slows or calms his strokes, letting you feel all of him. And fuck, do you feel it. He’s big enough that if you were to push down on your stomach, you could feel the outline of his cock.
“Please Bucky, wan’ that so bad, please” you cry. Whimpering when he speeds up. His free hand goes under you to find your nipples, twisting them as you writhe. He gets you so close so quickly and wastes no time in making you let go for him. Pushing you over the edge with a couple of rubs to your clit and whispered praises.
Your whole body shakes with pleasure, completely absorbed in the intoxicating feeling he provides. Panting at the feeling of his cock still drilling into you. Your eyes roll back, and you chant his name over and over, begging for him. Like a dirty disciple praying for a corrupted god.
He shushes you gently as he chases his own orgasm. The feeling of you vibrating and pulsing around his cock sends him over, following you into the abyss. You’re both a mess of sweaty, tangled limbs and the room is suffocated in heat. The smell of sex and your whines and his whimpers fill the room.
Despite being quite literally fucked awake, it doesn’t keep you conscious. Fully aware of how Bucky will take care of you and make sure you are clean, you let yourself drift back to dreams of your broody, 6’5 roommate. In a make-believe world, he returns your harboured feelings, you get to love him in public. Giving yourself permission to love him freely.
Once he has done thoroughly cleaning you up, he sits in your bed contemplating where he’s going to spend the night. He doesn’t want to sleep in an old, lonely bed tonight, or ever not when he has another option. Not when he has you, the woman who gifts herself to him whenever he pleases. It’s an easy choice, he thinks to himself as he gets comfortable surrounding you with his body.
One day he’s going to tell you. One day soon. Because it’s killing him, not telling you just how devoted he is. You may give your body, but he wants your heart above it all. You already have his.
In the morning you’ll wake, being held close to Bucky’s chest by a soothing metal arm, and find your underwear has been ripped clean off of you. Just like every other time before, you’ll pretend to be angry and Bucky will badly act like he’s sorry. You both know nothing will change and Bucky won’t stop tearing them off.
Maybe you’ll just start sleeping naked. Although Bucky might have a heart attack.
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nobody7102 · 3 months ago
Play Along (Smut)
Warnings: unprotected smut, little it’s bit of exhibitionist kink if you squint (Wrap before you tap), i think that's it (let me know if there's more)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: You and Bucky are assigned together on an under cover mission and things aren't what you thought they'd be
A/N: This was my first time writing smut so be gentle with me. Reader does use female pronouns
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Jogging down the corridor of the building, Y/N glanced down at her watch. Late, of course. One of the top four most skilled Shield Agents, in espionage and yet punctuality is not her forte, at least for debriefings that is.
Picking up her pace to a sprint she glanced at the numbers written along the meeting rooms before stopping at room 407, straightening herself out before opening the door. As the door opened she was met by the glaring eye of Nick Fury, who stood at the head of the long table before glancing around the room, noticing Natasha, Clint, and Bucky all seated at various points around the meeting table.
“Well look who decided to grace us with her presents” he started. “What happened, get caught up talking to the level 1 agents again?” He followed her as she took a seat next to Bucky. Giving him a light nudge and smile, to which she was met with the same smile and light nudge back.
“Ya know I was gonna lie and say that but honestly Nick, my alarm didn’t go off so my 20 minute desk nap became a 25 minute desk nap. To which I apologize” she hummed, grabbing a case file from the center of the table.
From quickly glancing at the file Y/N let out a whistle “Damn I pity the poor soul who’s doing the deep cov-” she stopped looking around the room, noticing everyone was staring at her with an amused smile on their face. “You’re fucking kidding me?!” she shrieked “You’re sending me in deep cover to Strasbourg?!” she moved to lean against the table.
“You and me both L/N” Bucky matched her enthusiasm.
“Why are you sending us?! No offense Barnes, but do you remember what happened the last time we did deep cover together.” Bucky smirked at her response, remembering. “Yeah Y/N we remember, Laura and I are still trying to buff out the dent in the gun you borrowed, besides are you afraid you’ll have to play real Wife to your Work Husband?” Clint smirked watching as Y/N pointed across the table at him, pointing her finger accusingly.
A blush spread across her and Bucky’s faces as she pointed back to Clint “We are no different than you and Natasha, besides that was not my fault” she moved to point to Bucky before poking him in his shoulder “I told Bucky not to grab the bathtub when he chu-”
He pointed back at her, “Me?! You told me to gra-”
“REGARDLESS of the damages done to any weaponry or safe houses, Barton and Romanoff are too well known in Strasbourg. Hence why you and Barnes are the only other two agents qualified for the job.” Fury tapped the table causing a projection to appear in the center of the table.
“L/N, meet Emilia Carver otherwise known as “The Eye”...she sees everything and is one of the most elusive ghosts in Europe.” The projection showed a lady of similarity to Y/N, of course there were a few things off about the two but for the most part they could have been related. Clicking the next slide it showed the same girl lying on the ground in some room.
“Last week Barnes and Barton found her dead in bunker just off the coast of Naples, you will go in her place with the Winter Soldier to secure a package.” he clicked the slide showing a man “This is Nathan Lark, we have reason to believe that he holds sensitive information about the inner working of our black-ops team and their current locations and targets, secure the package and then the missions over”
“That's all great Fury, but how long? Because I made plans to go to Disney with the family” Clint glanced up from the file.
“For you and Romanoff, a few weeks. You’ll just be on stand by working comms and technicalities. For L/N and Barnes, a month at the least.”
Dragging her eyes from the screen over to Bucky they locked eyes for a moment before Y/N spoke “Won’t it look odd, The Eye and the Winter Soldier together?”
“No” Bucky spoke before Fury could “I’ll fill you in on specifics on the way to Strasbourg, but for now…” he swallowed “the two had a shared history…” he looked back down to the file.
A laugh left Clint “Sure if that's what you wanna call it Bucky” looking over to Clint, Y/N furrowed her brows before looking over to Bucky who just shook his head.
“I’ll tell you later”
Y/N just nodded looking over the file once more before letting out a sigh before closing the file.
“When do we leave?”
Looking out the window, Y/N tapped her foot against the floor of the train as she readjusted the sunglasses that had slid down her nose. Her focus shifted from the window to Bucky who had taken up the seat beside her.
The two sat in silence before Y/N spoke first, “So what did you mean, by The Eye and The Winter Soldier have history?” she watched as Bucky avoided her gaze.
A laugh came from the intercom before a groan filled Y/N and Bucky’s ears “What fun conversations always start when you ask an assassin how they know another assassin”
Pulling his own intercom from his ear, Bucky let out a sigh. “Hydra used to loan The Winter Soldier out to do freelance work… a way to keep a steady floor of money without using the governments” he leaned over pulling Y/N’s intercom out from her ear as well. “I met Emilia on a loan out both of us were doing. She was going to work from the inside and I was gonna work from the outside making sure she was clear…. Hydra thought we worked so well together that they kept loaning me to her on missions.”
He groaned before fully turning to face Y/N, “Listen… we are both professional agents so I’m just gonna be straight with you L/N. Emilia and The Winter Soldier used to be an item among the Assassin and Ghost community. So when this train lands in Strasbourg we have to be all in 100% to this… we were very….” he struggled with the words to describe the strange relationship.
“Physically forward” Y/N guessed
“For lack of a better word, yes”
“Is that how Clint knows?” she cocked her eyebrow
He nodded before placing his intercom back in his ear. “Something like that”
Following Bucky’s actions. “Did you two have a nice conversation?” Clint’s voice hummed.
“So what was she like?” Y/N moved her head to look back out the window.
“Forward” Bucky immediately shot back
“Is that gonna be our word of the day?” Y/N smirked before letting her thoughts trail for a moment, “If you two were so widely known, are we sure that I’ll pass as Emilia?”
“We’ve got you covered Y/N” Natasha's voice followed in her ear along with the clicking of a keyboard “We wiped all previously known images of Emilia from all possible databases, they’ll have to go with it.”
“Thanks Nat.” “Just doing my job…” Y/N could feel Natasha’s smirk “ we’ll touch base with the two of you in a few days about what to do next. For now, get to the hotel and establish yourselves.” With those last words Natasha and Clint clicked off the intercoms leaving Buck and Y/N by themselves as the train approached its destination. Standing from his spot, Bucky grabbed down both of their bags from the overhead holder before handing one off to Y/N.
“Oof.” she groaned “What did you pack?” she readjusted her grip to hold the bag with one hand,
“The basics” he pulled out a pair of sunglasses for himself before he slipped them on before he took Y/N’s free hand in his leading them off of the train and onto the platform.
Looking around at the platform Y/N took in her surroundings before leaning over to Bucky, “You’ve got fans.” she hummed motioning over to a pack of men seated at the small cafe, they kept looking between her and Bucky, then other to the exit of the platform.
Unlacing his hand from hers, he slung his arm over her shoulder before leaning down to whisper in her ear. “The true welcome for wanted assassins” Y/N smiled chuckling.
“If we leave, are they gonna follow us?” She bent her knees slightly to set the bag she held on the ground before she turned her body into his, wrapping her arms around his neck still smiling.
“More than likely.” He glanced around pulling her closer to his form.
“I suppose we have to play along with everything now don’t we?” she leaned up to his ear. “Let the games begin” she unwrapped herself from his form going back to pick up her bag “So what are the chances we get to the hotel without a fight” she laced her free hand back into his.
“About a fifty-fifty chance.” Bucky pulled her towards the exit watching as the group of men stood up from their spot, walking towards them. “Make that thirty-seventy” he glanced over his shoulder,
“How about twenty-eighty” Y/N gripped his hand a bit tighter motioning to the two men who walked directly in front of them.
Gripping her hand back, neither of them said a word as the group of men that surrounded them, brought them to an SUV.
“Is this really necessary?” Bucky huffed as they stopped in front of the vehicle.
“Just get in the car” one man said, taking the bags from Bucky and Y/N’s hands, before Bucky could comment back, Y/N opened the door to the car.
“Oh come on Soldier. What's a little fun?” she chuckled getting into the SUV, with his eyes still trained on the man Bucky climbed into the car.
The two sat in silence snuggled close to one another as Y/N glanced over her shoulder. “You know Barnes, I don’t think I’ve seen you be this touchy with anyone. Even at office parties” she mumbled
“Like I said, very forward…” he hummed. “So did you get a chance to look at how many cars there are?”
“one car in front, two behind,” she tucked herself further into Bucky’s side. “Who did you piss off the last time you were here?”
“That's… a very long list, at least we’re heading to the right hotel” he looked down at Y/N’s hand as he took it in his hand. “Who do we have to thank for the escort?” he spoke to the driver and passenger, never taking his eyes off of Y/N’s hand.
He was only met with silence as the car pulled up to the hotel. Getting out of the car first, the men who had followed them formed almost like a pathway into the hotel, stepping out first Bucky held his hand out for Y/N to help her out.
“Go inside and go to the second conference room to the left” one of the men said.
“And if we don’t?” Bucky challenged
“Go inside” He repeated before Bucky pulled Y/N into his side as they walked into the hotel following the instructions of the goons.
As they approached the conference room Y/N stopped Bucky’s hand before he could open the door.
“What if we’re being made?” Y/N’s eyes widened as she whispered her grip on Bucky’s arm tightening
“We haven’t” he placed a hand over hers
“But what if we’re about to be and whoever this is knows what the real Emilia is like” she bit the inside of her cheek.
“Y/N we’ll be fine” he gave her a soft smile, he placed a hand on her shoulder “You ready?” Y/N nodded to him, as he opened the door.
Creeping into the room, they were met with a chuckle.
“Emilia Carver, I haven’t seen you since you were just a girl.” the voice called.
Eyes flying to the front of the room, they landed on a woman, older, graying dark hair, and cold eyes.
“Dorthy” Y/N breathed out, Bucky’s eyes flickered between Y/N and the woman.
“You know Dorthy Underwood?” Bucky looked between the two.
“Now, now you’re not the only person I’ve been in contact with.” Dottie stood from her spot. “Like I said I haven’t seen her since I was a girl.” walking over to Y/N she pulled her into a hug “I hear my Goddaughter is in town and you think I’m not gonna pay you a visit” she squeezed her shoulders “Now let me take a look at you” pulled away she examined Y/N.
“My Emilia I haven’t seen you since you were ten and now look at you” she took a strand of Y/N’s hair and twirled it around her finger “Such a sophisticated looking young lady, I hope you’ve been treating her well Soldier” Dottie glanced over to Bucky “Because if I hear that you’ve been mistreating my goddaughter, I would be very very unhappy” Bucky stiffened his stance
“He’s treating me just fine” Y/N smiled, eyeing Bucky “I assume you sent the escort, you scared the crap out of us”
“Oh my dear didn’t mean too, now go relax” she turned her attention back to Y/N “I hope the two of you don’t mind I upgraded your room” she smiled. Letting Y/N walk back over to Bucky “The two of you are here on business?” “Yes.” Bucky took Y/N’s hand back in his hand, squeezing it tightly “You as well?” He watched as Dottie nodded “My Emilia would you give me and the Soldier a moment please?”
Stepping out into the hallway Y/N made a mental note to tell Clint and Natasha of Dottie’s presents the next time they spoke.
Watching as Y/N left, Bucky turned his attention back to Dottie who walked over to him. “I mean what I said, just because I haven’t seen her since she was a girl doesn’t mean I don’t still care for Emilia, as I said she is my goddaughter after all” she took the time to look over Bucky’s attire, the classic half leather jacket/vest he donned, she reached up to fix the collar of his jacket. “I know of your relationship with my Goddaughter, how you two have your public relations and your interests together, all I ask… not while I’m in the hotel” she pulled on his collar. “I know that I can’t stop the two of you from whatever it is you want to do” she let go of his jacket walking back over to the other side of the table “but I am always aware…” she motioned to the door that he could go.
As he opened the door to join Y/N in the hallway Dottie called out to him “I hope the two of you will join me for dinner at some point” before he closed the door and led Y/N over to the elevators.
One of the men from before closed on the elevator for them before he spoke “Floor 14” before the door opened and Bucky and Y/N stepped in.
As soon as the doors closed and the two were alone Bucky signaled for Y/N to be quite before he pulled a small device out from his pocket and scanned around the elevator before he stopped it.
“How the fuck do you know Dorthy Underwood?” He turned to Y/N.
“I’ve read the Shield files on her. Did you know that she was Emilia’s Godmother?” Bucky shook his head “Do you think she’s gonna be an issue?” “I hope not, our records show she had no history with the target but we’ll have Nat and Clint double check…. When we get to the room we have to do a bug sweep” Bucky ran a hand through his hair in frustration.
“This is Emilia’s godmother. Do you really think she’d bug the room?”
“We’re not in the Shield room anymore, besides she's not the only one in the hotel who could be watching us.” Bucky moved to press the button to start the elevator back up.
After an hour-long sweep of the hotel room, they had found two bugs they couldn’t rid the room of. A microphone and camera placed all the way up on the chandelier of the room. It wasn’t easy pretending to look for bugs the camera noticed but somehow Bucky and Y/N did it.
Relaxing back onto the couch, her legs bend into it as she got cozy, Y/N smiled for the camera signaling over to Bucky, pulling him to her, her hands roamed his chest as she leaned into his ear
“We need to have Nat and Clint track back the bugs, maybe they could disable the mic and put the camera on a loop” she whispered, Bucky let out a chuckle as one of his hand moved to hold her waist and the other went to gently rub circles on with his thumb on her thigh that rested closest to him.
“What you don’t wanna play along anymore Y/N” he joked leaning into her neck,
“I mean unless you wanna play so far along you have to fake fuck me” Bucky’s movement against her thigh came to a halt “Bucky?” she whispered again “Please tell me tha-”
“Like I said Y/N” his voice became so low Y/N could barely hear it “Very public relations” he moved to look her in the eyes.
“Even if there were bugs in the room?!” she quietly shrieked, he just nodded. Y/N let out a small groan resting her forehead against Bucky’s “Its just faking it right?” Bucky nodded again before he spoke.
“We don’t have to Y/N” he started “He cou-”
“No, we gotta make sure this is believable right?” she cut him off
“Y/N…” he grumbled “You have to understand the stuff we would do…. It…” he paused “It could be a lot, and I don’t wanna hurt y-”
Taking his face in her hands, Y/N’s fingers danced along his jaw as she pulled him into a heated kiss shifting to straddle his lap. Pulling away from his reddened lips she leaned back to his ear “I’m an adult Buck, I’ll tell you if it becomes too much” Bucky nodded before recapturing her lips in his.
His hands continued to roam her body before hovering just above her ass as they continued their heated makeout. Y/N pulled her lips from his before moving to kiss down his neck “you know you can squeeze it if you want” she mumbled “If we’re faking this, we might as well give the camera a show”
Taking her word for it, his calloused hands squeezed Y/N’s ass, gripping onto it for dear life as she kissed her way down his neck leaving an array of hickeys in her wake.
Letting out a groan as he heard Y/N lips part from his skin, Bucky moved one hand to hold her by the small of her back and the other to wrap around her leg before he stood.
Letting out a squeak, Y/N kept her face buried in the crook of Bucky’s neck sucking a deep purple spot onto it.
Making his way over to the bed, Bucky paused just before his knees hit the edge before he turned around to sit back down, “Do you like this shirt?” he mumbled onto Y/N’s skin.
“What?” she hummed without paying attention.
“Do you like this shirt?” he watched as Y/N struggled to answer the question
“It- it's a shirt I don’t really know ho-” before she could finish his hands reached up to the top collar of her shirt before his grip tightened and ripped it down the back.
Letting out a gasp Y/N recoiled from Bucky’s neck gripping onto the fabric that now struggled to stay upon her shoulders. Taking a few moments to collect her thoughts before she looked at Bucky with a smile on her face struggling off the shirt, leaving her in her bra before she dove back to him, capturing his lips.
Had she known she’d be having fake sex with her hot co-worker she at least would have worn something other than her granny panties and her ratty travel bra.
Placing a hand on her back, Bucky flipped Y/N over so her back was rested on the bed before he started to strip away at his own clothes as Y/N discarded the rest of her’s. She turned to crawl upwards to the headboard, and so she could hide the blush that covered her face knowing that it would only intensify watching Bucky strip.
She was halfway to the head board before she felt the mattress dip and a cool hand on her waist, turning she was met with the casual smirk that rested upon Bucky’s lips. Which were now red and swollen from how hard the two had been kissing before.
Pulling her in for another kiss, Y/N shifted so her back once again rested on the bed before Bucky pulled away, grabbing a cover from the bed and pulling it over the two of them. He moved to her ear whispering softly. “I’m gonna pinch your waist, and that's when your gonna-”
She cut him off “Oh Mr. Winter Soldier sir, you’re so big” she laughed in a fake high pitched voice.
He laughed, dipping his head down to her neck. Her arms wrapped around his form, one going to hold his shoulder and the other to the base of his neck. Feeling the pressure on her waist, Y/N let out a small moan for the camera before burying her face into his neck. Bucky followed after letting out a groan as he started to shift to make it look like the bed was moving ever so slightly.
This motion continued for a few moments before Bucky let out a frustrated groan in Y/N’s ear.
“Buck are yo-”
“Don’t talk Y/N” he mumbled
“Bu-” she tried to continue
“Fuck it!” he hummed “I’m just gonna fuck you” his voice deepened
“What?!” she shifted
“Y/N, I like you… and this” he groaned again at the thought “Do you like me too because I really like you and I would be lying to myself if I said that I haven’t thought of beneath me like this but if you don’t like me and I have to continue to fake this then-”
“James.” she stopped him moving to hold his jaw “I trust you” she smiled widely.
“Great” before either of them could utter another word Bucky’s head dipped down to devour her lips as his hand moved to tear away at her bra and panties. Earning another gasp from Y/N, taking the opportunity at hand Bucky’s tongue explored Y/N’s mouth. A low moan came from the Bucky as he took in everything.
Her body.
Her scent.
Her taste.
One hand was brought up to cup her face as the cool metal of the other trailed down between her legs, lightly ghosting over her heat before they slowly circled her clit.
Letting out a breathless moan Y/N’s hands gripped at Bucky’s shoulder.
“Buck please…” she whined into their kiss “I need you” she pulled away to rest her head against his.
Letting out a chuckle he nodded, moving to sit up he slid his boxers down, allowing Y/N to throw the remains of her bra and panties from the bed. As soon as Bucky had thrown his boxers off he leaned back down, attacking Y/N’s neck, and teasing her heat. Letting her slick coat his dick before he whispered in his ear.
“Remember what I said earlier, if its too much-” She shook her head “I believe those were my words” she hummed placing a light peck upon his lips. “Show me what I’ve been missing soldier”
A smile graced his lips as he bent back down to support his weight on one arm before he guided himself into her entrance, slowly.
Groans and moans filled the air as they adjusted to the new feeling each was given. Y/N’s hands squeezed at Bucky’s shoulders as she tried to relax onto his size, and Bucky’s head hung low kissing along Y/N’s neck as he was overcome with the feeling of plush and warmth.
“Are you okay” he kissed the shell of her ear as she nodded “Are you sure”
“Y-yeah” she stuttered “You-....You’re just…. A lot” she hummed trying to form words, she could feel Bucky smile against her skin as one of her hands moved to tangle her fingers in the hair at the base of his neck. She would never tell this to Bucky’s face but she almost missed his long hair… the thought of gripping onto it as he made her feel euphoric.
“Y/N?” she was pulled out of her haze when Bucky whispered her name, lightly kissing along her jaw. “Are you still with me Sugar?”
A smile overtook her lips at the nickname before she spoke. “I’ve never been better” she pulled him back in for a kiss.
Growing bold, she moved her legs from framing his waist to wrapping around it and locking at the ankles before she pulled him even closer, allowing him to bottom out.
“Fuck!” ripped itself from Bucky’s throat as he pulled away from their kiss resting his forehead against hers. “Fuck, you….you” he chuckled slowly, almost painfully pulled his hips back from her before snapping them back into her.
Moans tore out from both of their mouths as he rocked back and forth into Y/N, her grip at his waist tightening with every thrust. His metal arm rested her hip bone lightly holding it down as the other went to tangle itself into the hair at Y/N scalp lightly tugging at it.
“If I had know… that fake fucking… Oh SHIT!” Y/N moaned as his vibranium hand moved from her hip to circle her clit.
“You were saying Sugar?” he smirked with a shit eating grin
“Fuck Bucky!” she moved to bury her head into the crook of his neck “Oh god Buck, don’t… god don’t stop please” she whined into his neck.
“I don’t intend to do” he kissed the side of his head, resting his head against hers.
Y/N’s feet moved to unlock her ankles before sliding down to his ass, feeling, guiding him as he fucked into her. As if she could pull him even closer if it were possible.
As Bucky’s actions continued his thrusts grew more erratic as he neared his end, moving his hand to pinch at Y/N’s clit a scream ripped from her throat.
“I wanna feel you Sugar” he hummed as Y/N let her orgasm wash over her, Bucky moaned feeling the way her body shuddered beneath him as her heat clenched around his dick before his end overtook him as he gave one more thrust into Y/N.
Pulling his face away from her, he moved his hand from her hair to cup her jaw, prying her away from his shoulder. He entangled their lips into a soft kiss, allowing both of them to slowly come down from their highs before he pulled out of her and collapsed at her side. His arms moved to wrap around her waist tugging her into his body he continued to kiss down her neck and shoulders as Y/N placed her hands on his shoulders to steady her racing head. She chuckled.
“What were you gonna say earlier Sugar?” he hummed as he kissed back up her shoulders and neck.
Moving to rest her head against his chest she snuggled into him before she whispered “Well I was going to say, if I had known that a mission like this would lead to fake fucking, lead to real fucking… I would have requested a mission like this from Fury a while ago”
He laughed, moving to adjust a few pillows under their heads.
“I hope whoever’s listening and watching had as much fun of a time as we did” Y/N laughed at his words before her eye’s closed, as she drifted off to sleep.
Smiling to himself Bucky traced a pattern along Y/N shoulder as she slept, chuckling before he too closed his eyes. His final thought before sleep overtook him was that this was going to be an interesting mission after all.
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bea-hemmings · 5 months ago
5 Years Later
5 Years Later || Bucky Barnes
Warnings: Smut
Summary: Your first time with Bucky after he returns from the blip is very emotional.
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5 years without him. 5 years with no hugs, no kisses, no love, no contact. Thinking he was dead and gone and never coming back. There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think of him. Every morning I woke up dreading the day ahead, knowing it was still another day without Bucky. The man who had held me close whenever things were terrible. The man who bought me flowers randomly, just because he wanted to see me smile. The man who whispered the dirtiest things to me while ruining my body, just to watch my reactions.
It had been 5 years since he disappeared right in front of me, but finally, Bucky was back. After the battle, and still not processing that he was truly home, we had made it back to my apartment complex. He had his arm wrapped tightly around my waist, keeping me pressed against his side. Walking into the elevator, I hit the button for my floor and turned to face my love. He was already gazing down at me as I met his sight. I grabbed his face in an instant, pulling him down to mine. Kissing him hard and fast, heads practically slamming together as my need to be close to him was all-consuming. He leaned down, grabbing the backs of my thighs, squeezing them as he picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. His tongue pressed into my mouth, teasing mine, licking my bottom lip. I wound my hands in his long hair, holding tightly at the root, pulling every time he squeezed my thighs. One of his hands left my thigh, reaching up to cup my face.
I couldn’t get close enough. I was on Bucky, being held tightly by him, but the thoughts of this not being real, being just another dream. Another beautiful dream I was going to wake up from any second now, alone in the world without Bucky, again. These thoughts took my mind over.
The tears were flowing before I even realized. Bucky must have felt them because he pulled away, looking at my face, pain written all over his. “I know, sweetheart.” He said, taking his hand from my face, wrapping it tightly around my upper back, the other around my bottom, pulling me so close. I tucked my head into his neck, his long hair against my face. Sobs fell from my mouth as I kept myself tightly latched onto Bucky. Feeling his body against mine, his arms around me, hand rubbing up and down my back, making me fall apart.
All the emotions were overwhelming. I couldn’t help the sobs that came from me as Bucky held me, allowing me to let go. I kept one hand laced through his hair, feeling him there with me, the other one wrapped around his back. “It doesn’t feel real.” I sobbed against the soft skin of his neck, leaving tears to run down into his jacket. “I know, doll. I promise I’m right here. I’m never leaving again. I’m so sorry.” He whispered against my hair, tears evidently falling from him as well. I could feel the wetness hit my neck, furthering my emotions.
The elevator dinged, notifying us we were at my floor as Bucky and I held each other desperately close. “Second door on the left,” I mumbled as Bucky walked us to my apartment. He hadn’t been here before since I moved after the blip. The thought of living in the same place where we had all those memories had ruined me, leading me to move out.
He softly grabbed my key from my pants' back pocket and unlocked my door with ease, bringing us inside. I loosened my death grip around him enough to pull back and look at his face. His bright blue eyes were rimmed with tears, causing more to fall from mine. “Buck.” I sighed, running my thumbs over his cheeks, brushing his tears away.
“Please, let me make love to you, Y/N.” He breathed out, brushing his lips softly against mine. “Please, Bucky,” I whispered, kissing him harder, leaving no space between us. “I need to feel you,” I begged, “bedroom’s on the right.” I got out between kisses. He walked us to my room without breaking from my body, swinging the door open and shut before laying us on the bed. He pulled away from my lips, and pushed my hair out of the way to kiss down my neck.
After 5 years of not feeling him, not feeling anything physical, it felt as though electric shocks were being sent through my body. His lips grazed over my neck, finding my soft spot with ease. He licked and bit at it, desperate moans falling from my mouth without even realizing. He reached up and lightly gripped my chin, keeping my face pointed up and away, so he had full access to my neck. Instinctually he left marks all over my neck, sucking and nipping hard. I groaned at the pain of his bites mixed with the euphoria of his lips on me again, finally. The hand on my chin loosened as he took his pointer and middle finger, slowly dipping them into my mouth. Licking and sucking on the fingers he pushed into my mouth, I felt him groan into my neck.
He pushed himself against me, grinding our bodies together, causing us both to whine at the friction. Feeling him for the first time in so long was more than heavenly. It was utterly indescribable. His body pressed firmly against mine was all it took for the emotions to come flooding back. His fingers fell from my mouth as I grabbed his face, pulling it in front of mine. Tears falling out of my eyes, I begged him, “Please, Bucky.” His bright eyes stared into my teary ones. He nodded slowly, a sympathetic smile on his face.
He leaned down enough to press a soft kiss on my lips before pulling back from me to take his vest off. His eyes never left mine as I sat up enough to pull my shirt off, quickly following with my bra. His gaze stayed on my face before leaning forward and kissing me again, putting an arm up and under my waist, holding my upper back to press our skin together. “So beautiful, baby.” He mumbled into my mouth.
I reached between us for the zipper of his pants to get them off him. Fumbling with the button and the zipper, I couldn’t get off. I felt everything start to crash down on me again. The emotions, the sadness, the pure elation from him being back. Everything brought me back down to the reality that he was here. My breath caught in my throat, and I pulled back from kissing him. I didn’t want to cry. I didn’t want to be emotional, but it was too much.
“Doll, look at me.” He quietly said, grabbing my hands from the top of his pants. “We don’t have to do this right now. We can just be here with each other. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” He pleaded.
I needed him now. I needed him the second I found out he was coming back. Connecting our bodies in the most intimate way. The closest way two people could was what I craved. I reached up and cupped his face softly. “I need this, James. I need you, just please trust me right now.” I begged him, gentle tears falling down my face again.
“Okay, baby, Okay.” He whined, tears threatening to fall from his own eyes as he reached down to undo his pants for me. I leaned up, capturing his warm lips against mine, feeling his breath invade my mouth. He sighed into me as he leaned forward, pushing my back onto the bed. He kicked his pants and underwear down off his body, leaving him bare against me. I pulled my own pants down as quickly as possible without breaking the kiss. His metal hand trailed down my body, cupping my breast as he squeezed and kneaded it. Groaning into his mouth from the pleasure, he took the opportunity to slip his tongue back into mine. He teased my mouth, licking and tasting me. His hand trailed lower, gently over my stomach, down to the top of my panties. He grazed two fingers over the front of the soaked underwear, making my body shudder against him.
“Was I the last one to touch you?” He questioned, pulling back from kissing me to look at me, “You’re more sensitive than last time, doll.” He whispered, still rubbing his fingers over my soaked panties.
“Yes.” I choked out, “Was never gonna stop waiting for you, Buck.” I honestly responded. He dipped his head down, kissing my cheek softly. His fingers slowed a little at my candor, moving back up to the top of my underwear.
“I’m gonna make up for all the lost time, sweetheart.” He whispered against my face. He started pulling my underwear down. I lifted my hips for him to pull them off, kicking them once they reached my calves. His fingers trailed over the top of my thigh, slowly sliding closer to where I needed him. A shaky sigh left me as he reached my core, running his fingers up and down my slit. “Always so perfect for me.” He spoke, lips against my cheek.
“Yes.” I groaned out as his fingertip teased my hole, slowly sliding in where I needed him most. “Oh my god,” I whined, opening my legs wider for him.
“Does that feel good, angel?” He asked, brushing his nose against my cheek. As he spoke, his breath was hot on my face, a feeling I so direly missed. “Mhm.” I groaned as he sped up, adding another in me. The wet sound of his fingers going in and out of me was enough to break me. “I don’t want your fingers, please. I want you.” I begged, turning my head towards him, pressing our foreheads together, lips just barely touching.
“Baby, you’re so tight. Just cum for me once, and you can have all of me, alright.” He huffed against my lips. I groaned against him as he sped his fingers up even faster. My whole body felt hot, pressure building from feeling his fingers inside me for the first time in so many years. The tightness in my stomach grew stronger as he reached his thumb up to rub my clit. “There you go, sweetheart. I can feel you getting close.” He whispered in hot breaths. Whines fell from my mouth into his as I let the ecstasy consume me. “Oh my god, Bucky.” I cried as I let the orgasm wash over me. “That’s my girl. Keep going.” He said, working me through the pure elation that coursed through my body, never slowing his fingers down. My whole body began to shake as I came down from my high, crying out as I grabbed his metal hand, pulling it away from my body to stop his overstimulation.
Bucky reached up and stuck his fingers in his mouth, cleaning my liquids off of them. “So fucking perfect, doll.” He said, going down to rub his hand over my stomach, comforting me from the intense experience. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my side as he lay next to me, watching me calm down. Reaching down, I grabbed his cock, slowly stroking him. His breath caught in his throat as I squeezed him.
In an instant, he was on me, kissing me hard, teeth hitting, noses butting as I sped up. He hovered over me as I aligned his cock against me. “Y/N,” He said, leaning his forehead against mine, “Are you sure?”
I took my free hand and reached up, cupping his face, running my thumb across his cheek. “I’ve waited 5 years for you. I’m more than sure.” I pleaded, staring into his eyes. He leaned down quickly, kissing my lips before slowly pushing into me. I couldn’t stop the whines that fell from me at how big he felt being pushed inside me.
“God, baby, you’re so tight.” He grunted. Once he was entirely inside, he stopped moving altogether. I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting him even closer to me. He leaned down, pressing our stomachs together, putting most of his weight on top of me, something he knew I loved. Pure love was written all over his face as he gazed into my eyes. He started peppering my face with kisses, starting with my cheeks, eyelids, forehead, nose, and finally, a long, soft kiss on my lips. “Talk to me, doll. Please tell me how you feel.” He pleaded.
“Good. So good, Bucky,” I whispered, “But please move, need to feel more.” He slowly started thrusting into me, not taking his gaze off my face. Each time he thrust back in, he pushed his hips as far against me as possible, hitting the deepest point within me. Soft moans fell from me against his face as he sped up just a little.
I tried to keep my eyes open, wanting to see him above me. I needed to know this was real, that he was here. Feeling him pour all his love into me physically was all it took for my emotions to get the better of me at the moment. I closed my eyes as the tears welled and slipped out. There was nothing I could do to stop them. I held in the sobs as best as I could before I felt his lips press into mine. “I know, baby, I know,” He said, against me, pulling back slightly, “I’m right here.” He reached up to wipe the nonstop tears falling from me.
The feeling of him inside me, his weight on my body enclosing me in. The soft words he spoke to me made my build-up even stronger. “Promise me, you’ll never leave me again. I need you with me, James.” I begged, holding his face.
He nodded against me before speaking, “I promise, angel. I’m here with you forever. Nothing will ever take me away again, I won’t let it.” He stared into my eyes as he spoke.
With his words spoken, I could feel myself almost at the edge. The pure intimacy and love between us made my mind feel fuzzy as I let the high get closer. It was more than just physical, it was completely emotional and mental with him.
“So close, baby. Can feel you are too, clenching so tight.” He grunted against me, leaning into my neck, speeding his pace up. “Let go for me. I’ve got you.”
I reached my arms around his back, pulling him tighter against me as I let the release flow through me. Loud moans fell from the both of us as my orgasm brought him to his, milking him tightly in me. “Oh fuck.” I breathed out against his shoulder. Bucky continued to softly thrust us both through, slowing down as we finished.
He pulled out, taking his full weight off me to lay next to me, still pressed against me. My tears had stopped, but the intense emotions were still prevalent. I reached up to tuck his hair behind his ear, turning to look at him.
“I missed you,” I barely audibly spoke. Bucky reached his hand up, pushing my hair behind my shoulder, tucking it behind my ear. He cupped his hand on my cheek, running his thumb down and over my bottom lip.
“I won’t ever leave you again,” Bucky whispered back, leaving a soft kiss on my lips.
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in-a-continuous-daydream · a year ago
I don’t know why this came to mind
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I just think it’s the same smile
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captian-kenobiwan · a year ago
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Chaotic duo
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bastardcatthings · a year ago
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So I made a thing...
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maladaptivexxdaydreaming · 2 months ago
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I wanna kiss his cute little ear freckles
Love Marks
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
concept: Bucky's freckles and his body are yours to love
word count: 600
warnings: NSFW/18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI: fluff, love bites, love kisses, soft handjob smut
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When you fall in love with someone, it is believed that you notice every love mark on their body. You become one with them, from the shape of their heart to their bodily map.
As he owns your body every day, your hands going along his stomach are a map of his body that belongs to you.
He has no idea how magnificent he is, but you will constantly remind him of it. He is your love angel.
Every time he takes a breath, he will remind you that you are the reason he is alive. It's his fault he looks good while laying there peacefully dreaming about you.
When you look into his sapphire beautiful eyes, the lines on his face and the shape of his nose look like sculptures, as do the way his eyelashes dance every time he looks at you.
You see the little freckles on the side of his ear, which are all mapped out like stars in the sky.
He is the shining beacon in your eyes, the unconditional love of your aspirations.
Your soothing hands and calloused fingers stroke down his bare abdomen, causing his blood to boil and his dick to twitch.
It's energizing and frightening, but it's not the most severe of your interventions.
You leave a warm trail in his wake. It's both enticing and troubling, and the leg that connects around his hip doesn't help, but it's not the way you comb your fingers down his naval or rub your thigh over his that gets him going – it's the voice murmuring into his ear.
"You know how much I enjoy waking you up."
Your voice sounds like angels and your melody chants his name in songs.
You mumble and take deep breaths, warm against the crook of his neck and ear lobe. “This body is yours,” he says, biting his lip. Your eyes are drawn to the stapling of each freckle on his ear.
In every aspect, the man in front of you is a vision. Everything about him makes you happy, from his sapphire-blue gaze that makes you feel like you're in the sun to the freckles on each ear.
Bucky can't think straight because there's a mischievous little tongue rubbing along the side of his jaw and a palm pressing against the center of his abdomen. It's like a blanket of heat curling around him, swaddling him. In the midst of kissing behind his ear and whispering his name to him like it's a secret, it is hard to remember to breathe.
Your hand slides down as you trace the contours of his erection, and you flutter as your gaze moves along the shape of him, garbed only in boxers and you notice his visible tremble.
You're so close to his ear, and your voice is so soothing. It's darkened and deepened by lusty tones he's not used to but wants to learn; for a split second, he might consider himself a composer, because there are melodies between grandmaster you and early morning you, the one who slides your hands beneath waistbands and strokes him delicately, little by little.
He senses it in his bones when you separate your lips and breathe in. Bucky thinks that he's going to die as your fingers wrap around him and you stroke listlessly, taking your leisure and teasing it out.
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abbatoirablaze · a month ago
The Roommate/Breeder Bucky
Word Count:  2.7k
Warnings:  Dark! Bucky, manipulation, dubcon, sex pollen, smut, unprotected sex, daddy kink, breeding kink, domestic kink, creampie, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), pussy slapping, fingering, cumplay, masturbation.
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Bucky smiled as he entered the house.  It had aired out enough that he knew he wouldn’t be affected.  And while he’d only been gone a couple of hours, he knew that would be all that you needed.  He’d purposefully left you in an angry state while he took Alpine to the vet so that she could get fixed, knowing that when you were angry, you would clean.  And of course, you would dust.  And when you dusted the fan in the living room, you would come across his little surprise for you. 
He smirked, hearing the moans even from the bottom of the steps.  He knew that you were up in your room, probably confused, but horny beyond all belief, attempting to find some sort of satisfaction with your fingers or your toys. 
“Doll?” he asked, faux concern lacing his voice as he put his hand on the banister, “you okay up there?”
“B-Bucky…” He smirked.  That wasn’t her simply answering his question.  You hadn’t heard him.  He knew that.  You were moaning his name.  He continued to grin as he walked up the stairs and his roommate’s moans became louder, “Fuck…Bucky…take me daddy…I wanna feel that big cock…please.  I need you, daddy.  Need you to fill me up.  Make me cum on that big, hard cock.”
Bucky came to a grinding halt. 
He hadn’t expected words like that to come out of your mouth.  He could hear the wand going to town on you, and lewd squelching, which he assumed was from you fingerfucking herself, but he didn’t expect you to be using those words.  To call him daddy.  To hear you talking to yourself as though he was there, begging for him to cum in you. 
It made his erection strain painfully against the tactical pants he wore.  He pushed your door open, and you lay on top of your bed, your body shiny from sweat, nipples pebbled so much they looked like they were hard enough to cut diamonds, and your cunt…Bucky growled.  His breathing instantly became heavier as the room smelled heavily of sex.  Your sex. 
Your clit was swollen, and your cunt was dripping so much that it looked like it was drooling.  Your fingers were covered in a thick layer of your own juices, a line of it connecting between your cunt and the fingers when you pulled them out to adjust your hips better.  The massager attacked your swollen nub again, and your body tightened almost as much as your eyes, which had been screwed shut in concentration as you chased a release that wouldn’t come without a cock.
Bucky knew that.
But you didn’t. 
Bucky felt his mouth watering at the sight.  You were a normal little human.  Not an agent.  Not a super soldier.  You didn’t work for the government.  Bucky had come across you purely by chance when you put out an ad that you needed a roommate a few years ago, and it had only progressed from there.   And from the moment Bucky met you he knew he was in love with you.
Knew that he wanted you.  Wanted to keep you.  He knew deep in his heart, that you were supposed to be his.  You didn’t mind that he was an Avenger.  Didn’t mind that he would be gone days, sometimes weeks at a time.  Hadn’t even batted an eye when guys like Loki or Sam came through the door and bugged them on their quiet nights in together.   
But you were oblivious to how he felt.  You were sweet and kind to everyone and worked at an animal clinic while also volunteering on the side.  You were the kind of girl that he knew Steve probably would have tried to get his hands on, and it killed him that you didn’t seem to notice him.  Or so it felt. 
That was until you had brought home the sweetest white kitten, which only seemed to be attached to you.  You adored the little feral fluff ball, and when it became attached to Bucky, he noticed the little things that had happened, a shift in their relationship.  They became friendlier.  They would share more movie nights.  And when he was gone, he’d see texts from you, saying that you were thinking of him, or that you missed him.
It killed Bucky to see you treating Alpine like it was you shared child.  To come home from a mission and have you cooking him a nice, hot meal.  To talk to you nearly every night.  You were the embodiment of everything he missed from the 40s. 
You were his escape, his paradise. 
Which was why Bucky had enacted his plan.  Weeks ago, you had mentioned off handedly that you had thought about getting back into the dating scene.  Bucky was not amused.  He knew that you weren’t really that great at picking guys, and he had openly discouraged it. 
But you were headstrong. 
A bad habit he had yet to break you of.
So, you went on dates…lots of them.  With complete nobodies, in Bucky’s mind.  No one was good enough for you.  And every single time, Bucky would track the guy down or make sure that he and Alpine were sitting on the couch waiting for you so that if a guy did make it home, the sight of Bucky in his boxers on the couch, and Alpine hissing at the new intruder on their family right behind him was enough to drive the guy away. 
Once they realized that your roommate was an avenger, they never called back.  Only, this time, you were supposed to have a date with someone that wouldn’t be intimidated by him. 
“You really don’t mind?”
Bucky did.  He minded more than anything that his best friend had asked him, let alone even let the thought grace his mind, but he just shook his head, “go ahead, punk…she’s just my roommate.”
“Surprised you haven’t made a move on her,” Steve chuckled, nudging his best friend, “she’s like a girl from our time brought to the modern day.  The dame can cook, and she’s maternal like nobody’s business…you really aren’t interested in her, Buck?”
“Yeah,” Bucky said wistfully, not really wanting to continue the conversation, “she’s perfect.”
“No, Buck…she really is,” Steve grinned, hitting his friend in the arm, “I asked what she wants in five years…and you wouldn’t believe what she said.”
“She wants to be a stay-at-home mom, Buck,” Steve said excitedly, “none of that bullshit women’s lib stuff.  She wants to be popping out babies and taking care of her man, like a real good, old-fashioned dame…”
“Steve, I-“
“And she’s got this list of kinks, punk,” Steve admitted, his cheeks going pink, “but I’m sure you know that…living with her an all.  You’ve probably heard her once or twice, and the one…well you let her live it every day…it’s no wonder she’s so giddy all the time.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Steve.”
“Oh, come on,” Steve chuckled, “she said she’s got a major domestic kink…wants to be the gal sitting there at home taking care of her man…don’t tell me she’s never done it for you?  I’ve seen how she packs meals for you all the time, and those cute little notes she leaves in your go-bag that you come across during missions.”
And Bucky blushed, thinking about it.  He hadn’t really thought of it, but it seemed like any time he was home, or had the guys over, you’d be waiting on them hand and foot.  Making sure they had beers.  Making sure they had food.  Always offering to do things for them and tidying up after them.  Sam had made some choice comments once or twice about how you were practically his wife already and asked when the kids were due, but Bucky hadn’t thought that it was romantic on your side.  He just thought you were being a courteous hostess.
Which is why he decided to make you his, once and for all.  All you needed was the little push, the little gesture that you couldn’t back away from after it had been completed.  So, he stole some of the sex pollen from Bruce’s lab and put his plan into motion.
“Fuck me daddy,” you whispered softly as your fingers delved back into your aching cunt, “make me forget all those other guys.  Make me yours…fuck…Steve.”
Bucky’s blood turned cold at the mention of his best friend’s name passing your lips.  He took a few steps forward, pulling you to him by your ankle.  You opened your eyes, and you were shocked to see your roommate, not only in front of you, but looking beyond pissed off.
“Want that little punk, don’t you,” he growled angrily, watching your reactions.  He smirked when your thighs tried to clench together at the huskiness of his voice, but couldn’t because he was standing between them, “What, doll?  Can’t speak anymore now that you have a real man between those pretty little thighs?”
For emphasis Bucky slapped each of her inner thighs, making you both yelp and moan at the feel of him.  You were practically panting for him, “B-Bucky, please.”
He dropped to his knees so that he was eye level with your cunt, and he slapped your mound.  He smirked again, watching your cunt clench around nothing, while your thighs slipped over his shoulders, “what?  You think you deserve me after all that?  After that little display of moaning Stevie’s name and not mine?  I don’t think you do.”
“B-Bucky, I-“
“No,” he growled, glaring at your cunt.  His vibranium arm reached up and held your waist down, while his flesh hand spread your folds.  He watched your cunt as he breathed over it, and he growled, entirely entranced by the sweet, wetness that was dripping out of you, “you don’t get to do that…not when I own this cunt.  Not when I own you…”
And without warning he slapped your mount again, only this time his fingers caught your swollen clit.  You arched your back, your body responding to the touch as your pussy fluttered around nothing.  Bucky growled and leaned forward, burying his face in your pussy. You went to arch your back again, rolling your hips in his face, but Bucky’s other arm pushed you so that you were flat on the bed.  You whimpered, “Bucky, I-“
“Shut up,” he seethed, his mouth working furiously on you.   You moaned, your hands getting tangled in his hair as he ate you out like a man that was ravenous, “this pussy is mine…that’s the only thing I want to hear you say.”
“AGAIN!” he growled, spearing his tongue into her. 
Your body tensed, feeling the penetration from his tongue.  You tensed around the muscle, and he groaned happily, feeling even more of your juices go into his mouth, “you-yours.  All yours, Bucky.  I-I belong to you.”
“Call me daddy,” he growled, removing his mouth from your entrance.  You whimpered and he licked at your swollen clit, “tell daddy that you want to be filled by him.”
You moaned loudly as his mouth latched onto your clit, “W-want you.  Ww-want you so-soo bad.  D-daddy.  Daddy. Fuck.  F-Fi-FUCK Fill me.”
He smirked, releasing your clit with a sloppy pop.  You whimpered again until you noticed him standing up to remove his shirt and start undoing his pants.  With a moan, your hands went back down to your cunt so that you could play with herself.  Bucky fought a growl in the back of his throat, “You allowed to play with that pussy, baby?  That’s daddy’s pussy…”
“Want you to fill me up, daddy,” you purred, spreading your legs even more so that Bucky could see every bit of your wet pussy, “Want to feel you inside of me, Bucky.”
“It’s daddy,” Bucky growled, as he lined himself up at her entrance, “gonna ruin all other men for you baby.  Not gonna want anyone other than me.  Not gonna want any loser that knocks on the door.  Not gonna want Stevie.  Only me, baby.  You got that?”
“Only you,” you purred, feeling the super soldier stretch you as he slowly pushed past your entrance.  You felt like you were being electrocuted as every synapse in your mind seemed to go off at once, feeling Bucky’s heavy, thick cock entering you, dragging through your tight, wet channel.  Your eyes rolled back into your head as the sex pollen made you feel him that much more intensely.  Your legs started to shake as he sheathed himself inside of you, “f-fu-fuck…daddy.”
“Oh god, you’re perfect, baby,” he growled as his hands gripped your hips tightly.  Your juices soaked his cock as he held his pace, working steadily inside of you.  He had to go slow, because every time he felt himself speeding up it was almost too much.  Bucky had never had issues with how long he lasted before.  Sure, he may have spent a few decades as a touch-starved weapon, but he was a super soldier, who could last all night, and had, on occasion, with a few one-night stands.  But the way you gripped him, the way your cunt pulsed around him, he was having a hard time not immediately cumming in you, “God…you were fucking built for me, baby.”
“Yours,” you repeated once more, already blissed out on finally getting a cock to fill you.  Your whole lower half was shaking wildly and your body felt rigid as you seemed to be going over endless orgasms, “d-d-dadddy.  Daddy… M-m-m-mine!”
Bucky smirked, watching you on the edge of being fucked stupid.  He felt his balls starting to get tight and he reached away from your hips so that he could press his vibranium hand to your clit.  You mewled against his touch, as he rubbed fast circles on your engorged button, “want daddy to fill you up?  Want him to cum in that tight little pussy?”
“P-Please.  Please, daddy.  I ne-need you.”
He thrust especially hard into you, and you saw stars as you convulsed on his cock.  Bucky gripped your hair with his flesh hand and yanked you hard towards his own sweaty body, his cock still wildly ramming into you at a punishing pace, “want daddy to cum in that pussy again and again until you’re round with his child?”
“Plee-please.  Yes. Yes!  YES!”
“Say it,” he growled as he pulled her body into his.  You mewled against his chest and Bucky yanked you back by your hair, “Say it!”
“Want it,” you said, completely blissed out, “Want you, Bu-Bucky.”
“NO!” he yelled in your face, slamming into you.  He ignored the glassiness over your eyes and slapped you, hard, “Say you want me to cum in you.  SAY YOU WANT ME TO CUM IN YOU AND KNOCK YOU UP.”
“Knoc-knock me up,” you cried pathetically, still hitting the peak of an orgasm, “c-cum in me.”
“That’s it, baby!” he growled, his balls tightening until he came inside of you, “gonna be so beautiful with my child…gonna be a little family, baby…just me, you, Alpine, and the baby…”
He smiled as you clung to him, still in the midst of your own orgasms, “that’s right…we’re gonna have a baby…you belong to me, doll.”
“Yours,” you whispered, coming down.  Bucky smiled, pulling out and dropping you back onto your bed.  You whimpered at the loss of him, “Bucky…”
Bucky watched you weakly reached out for him.  He knew that the pollen was still strong in your system, but he’d put you through the ringer, and yet you still wanted more. 
“One second baby,” he smiled softly, his demeanor changing the second he saw his cum dripping out of you.  He reached out, his fingers scooping up the cum that had dripped out of your abused hole, and he pushed it back into you.  You moaned loudly and he kissed your inner thigh, pressing his fingers and his cum even deeper, “gotta make sure it stays…gonna make me a real daddy…and I’m gonna make you my sweet little mommy.”
Your pussy fluttered around his fingers, and you whined when he pulled away.  You instantly sat up, giving him a sad look, “bu-“
“Ah, ah,” he cooed, leaning towards you again.  He captured your lips in a sweet kiss as he realigned himself at your entrance, “no arguing baby…do you want daddy inside of you again.”
“Good girl,” he grinned, sliding back into you, “let daddy take care of you tonight…and then tomorrow we’ll move into our room, and start setting up a nursery.  Okay?”
“Y-yes daddy,” you whimpered, feeling his cock beginning to stretch you again, “oh, fuck.  Daddy..”
“That’s right, baby…take daddy’s cock.”  
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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 5 months ago
Starved | Bucky Barnes x Reader
Hi, friends! My love language is physical touch and I'm not getting any right now, so...
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Bucky found trust an almost impossible commodity to come by. A deep distrust for others- and himself- was woven into the very fabric of his being. He kept his distance from others, for his protection and theirs, spending most of his time holed up in his room at the compound. But he was lonely. He didn’t want to admit it, but he craved human connection. With Steve gone and Sam spending all his time in Louisiana, Bucky was left utterly and completely alone.
Until he met you. You frequented his favorite old bookstore and spent an unhealthy amount of time at the coffee place across the street. His approach had been awkward and his words clumsy, but he couldn’t help himself-he was drawn to you. And when he asked if he could buy you a coffee, you said yes. You invited him to sit with you at a table in the back, figuring he didn’t want to be in view of prying eyes. “So…you know who I am?” he took a sip of his black coffee, waiting with bated breath for your answer.
“Changed your hair. Jacket. Gloves. Sunglasses. You look like someone in disguise,” you teased, “but yes, Sergeant Barnes, I know who you are. It’s nice to finally meet you”. He cocked his head to the side, his cheeks growing pink as you told him how you’d noticed him watching you at the bookstore. He was shy at first, but you didn’t push, allowing him to come out of his shell slowly. The two of you sat together long after you finished your coffees, talking and laughing like old friends. Bucky couldn’t remember the last time he felt so comfortable with someone.
When your phone rang for the third time, you realized you were an hour late for dinner with your girl friends. You left Bucky with your number and made him promise to call- a promise he intended to keep.
Bucky’s call came the very next day. He asked you if you’d like to join him for an afternoon walk, which was the most 40’s thing anyone had ever said to you. But you obliged, strolling with him through the park and stopping for an ice cream on the way. Part of you felt like you’d known Bucky for years. It was almost as if your souls were the same, forged in the same fire- just 75 years apart.
After that, you spent all of your free time together. Movies, trips to the farmers market, runs through the park. The months flew past without Bucky noticing. Time didn’t seem to drag on at a painfully slow pace anymore- not when you were around. He spent so much time at your apartment that he began to feel like an imposition, but you promised him that he was always welcome. Always.
He showed you every skeleton in his closet and you divulged every detail of your life, neither of you fearing judgement or ridicule. Bucky had forgotten what it felt like to be so close to someone, but welcomed the warmth that you brought to his life. He couldn’t seem to go a moment without thinking about you, nor you him. He knew you were always there for him when his anxiety clawed its way out of the deep recesses of his soul, and he had your back when your depression left you feeling empty and worthless.
But there was one thing Bucky couldn’t give you: his body. No matter how close the two of you got emotionally, he couldn’t do the same physically. He was too strong, his arm too dangerous. He couldn’t trust himself to hug you goodbye or let you hold his hand during one of his anxiety attacks; if he hurt you, he could never live with himself. So, he kept his distance.
He only touched you if absolutely necessary, like the time he had to pull you from the crosswalk to save you from getting hit by a rogue bike messenger.
He’d swept you into his arms swiftly and gently, making you feel safer than ever before. He asked if you were okay and called you “doll”, sending an automatic blush to your cheeks that you swore lasted for hours. As he stood there on the sidewalk, holding you close to his body, you saw something in him change. He seemed different, more relaxed. The tension that lived in his shoulders and pulled his muscles into rock hard knots melted away before your eyes.
Holding you, feeling the warmth of your body against his, eased Bucky’s soul. For the first time in years, he felt like he could finally exhale- but it was short lived. He returned you to your place at arm’s length, promising himself to keep you there for you own safety- no matter how badly he wanted to hold you again.
Weeks passed, but you couldn’t get the image out of your head. You couldn’t stop thinking about his sigh of relief, his smile, his overall air of being finally unburdened. You ached to hold him, to play with his hair, to intertwine your fingers with his. You were certain his discomfort with physical touch stemmed from his deep distrust, his inability to surrender control after everything Hydra put him through. The abuse he suffered through, both mental and physical, left deep scars- you couldn’t blame him for not wanting physical affection.
But something told you he needed it. A quiet voice in the back of your mind suggested that maybe, just maybe, he craved that physical connection. Bucky was touch-starved, there was no doubt about it, and just because he was a super solider didn’t mean that he didn’t need the comfort of touch.
The next time you saw Bucky, he came over to cook dinner with you and watch another movie from the list you’d made him. He noticed something off about you, a kind of quiet, nervous energy that made alarm bells ring in his head. “Everything okay?” he stared at you, waiting for you to tell him that work had been shitty or that your sister was being an asshole again. But you didn’t. “I have…I have an idea,” you fidgeted with your hair, anxiously twirling a strand between your fingers, “It might seem kinda weird and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I think- I think it might be really good for you.”
He stared at you for what felt like forever, wondering what kind of idea had you so worked up, “Okay, well…I trust you”. Hearing Bucky say that he trusted you could’ve made you break down in tears. He was so hurt, so tormented and tortured, so haunted- but he trusted you. You swallowed the lump in your throat and beckoned Bucky to follow you down the hall. When the two of you reached your bedroom, you made your way around to the far side of the bed, flicking on the lamp on the nightstand. Bucky stood by the door, bathed in the warm yellow light from your lamp, looking more confused than ever.
“Okay, take your shirt off…” you instructed, pulling your own t-shirt over your head and tossing it on your dresser. Bucky was breathless. You stood there before him, completely bare from the waist up, looking like an angel. “I promise this isn’t what you think- I’m not trying to seduce you,” you joked, letting an awkward laugh tumble out of your mouth. You did, indeed, want to seduce him- but this wasn’t the time. Bucky rubbed the back of his neck for a moment, gathering the courage to take his shirt off and put his scars on display.
Slowly, he pulled his shirt over his head. The scarred, pink skin decorated his chest like lightning bolts during a storm. He hadn’t been this exposed in front of someone- willingly- in close to eighty years, and was obviously uncomfortable. “Okay, come here,” you said as you climbed into bed. He paused, wondering how there was any way that this situation didn’t end in some form of seduction. “I promise- it’s not like that…” you watched him approach slowly, climbing into your bed with an unsure look on his face.
“Now, you’re gonna put your head right here”, you placed a hand just above your sternum, “so that your chest is on mine. My mom’s a labor and delivery nurse- they do with with the newborns. It’s called ‘skin to skin’- it’s really good for-”. Bucky backed away almost automatically, leaving your bed and taking a few steps toward the door. “Buck, I know you’re not comfortable being touched-” He held up a hand, giving you pause.
“You think I don’t like being touched?” His question seemed strange. Of course he was uncomfortable, why else would he practically run away every time you accidentally brushed his hand with yours. You nodded slowly, wondering if you’d grossly misread the situation.
“It’s not that I’m uncomfortable with it, I just- I can’t,” his voice came out no louder than a whisper, “I can’t touch you. I still don’t know my own strength sometimes-I don’t want to hurt you”. Bucky was depriving himself on purpose. He was starving himself of physical touch with you, the one person he had in his life, to protect you.
“Buck, you won’t hurt me. You can’t go on like this, you deserve comfort,” you crawled across the bed, closing some of the gap. “Humans need physical touch. It helps with anxiety and depression, calms your heart rate, lowers your cortisol- I’m pretty sure you could use all that And I know you’re a super soldier, but you’re still human”. But Bucky was still unsure. You were his closest- and only- friend, his trusted confidante; he wanted so badly to wrap his body around yours, but it was too dangerous. He knew just how easily he could snap you in half.
Carefully, you extended a hand, offering him to take it. “We can start like this- slow. Take my hand”, you encouraged him gently, prompting him to gently hold your hand. The sensation of your skin against his, your warmth, your touch- gave him goosebumps. He watched your thumb slowly stroke his knuckles and let his eyes fall closed, appreciating every second. “See? You feel better, right?” he nodded, spurring you on, “you won’t break me, come on”.
With a gentle tug, you pulled him back to bed. He watched you lay flat on your back once again, tapping your sternum with your hand. He was reluctant to follow your instructions and needed just a bit of encouragement. “You’re not gonna hurt me. I promise, Buck,” you murmured, “I trust you”. With that, he made his move. Slowly but surely, he lowered his body on top of yours, resting his head on your sternum with his shirtless torso against yours.
An immediate, deep sigh left his lips upon contact, and he felt your arms snake slowly around his back. “How’s this?” you asked, getting only a strong “mmhmmmm” in response. He let out another contented sigh as you traced lazy patterns across his broad shoulders, your hands eventually working their way into his hair. His eyes fell closed and his breathing slowed, but he couldn’t relax- not completely. “You sure I’m not crushing you? Can you breathe?” his hands pressed against the mattress, lifting his body off of yours out of fear. He was sure that he was depriving you of oxygen with his giant, super-soldier body.
“Get your ass back down here, Barnes”, you joked, “I promise I’m okay. I can breathe just fine.” He narrowed his eyes at you before letting a smile crack through his tough exterior. Slowly, he lowered himself back down and gently wound his arms around your waist. An all-encompassing warmth washed over Bucky as he reveled in the sensations- the beating of your heart against his chest, your hands in his hair, the complete and utter comfort of your body molded around his. He didn’t realize just how desperate he was for affection until this very moment. A comfortable silence filled the room, and you were certain that you and Bucky were the only two people on the planet.
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luna-rainbow · a year ago
Evidence that Bucky Barnes is actually a cat.
1. Resting grumpy cat face
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2. Swipes at anything that moves.
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3. Pushes things off high places because reasons.
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4. Doesn't walk, prowls.
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5. Perches on the weirdest places.
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6. Turns everything into a scratching post
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7. Takes up the entire couch when snoozing
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8. Gives the slow blink of affection.
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9. Snuggles when he finally trusts you.
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As well as (cos I've maxed out the GIFs cap):
- Judgmental AF - Unexpectedly protective - Dramatic yowls of frustration - A hybrid of deadly grace and flailing limbs - Master of pleading kitten eyes - Takes a long time to warm up to people - Actually a devoted ball of fluff
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Thanks Sam for giving our abandoned cat a home.
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leizy-zet · a month ago
My fan work. Winter soldier.
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angrythingstarlight · a month ago
Nothing Sweeter
Summary: After accidentally ruining your baker's cupcakes, he decides the only reasonable response is to have a taste of his favorite dessert instead.
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Pairing: Baker!Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Smut, Oral (fem rec), praise kink, overstimulation kink, chubby Bucky being a menace.
Word count: 1.7k
A/N: Written on my phone. Comments and reblogs are appreciated.
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You flinch, shaking your fingers, the searing pain from the silver pan latching on, spreading across your skin. When you pulled back, your elbow hit the tray next to it, the serving dish clattering to the floor and three dozen perfect cupcakes go along for the ride. You wince. Formerly perfect cupcakes. 
All you wanted was to move the pan to get to your cup but you didnt realize it was still hot until you touched it.
You glance down ar the lavender and vanilla frosting smeared across the floor, cake split into crumbling pieces around your feet.
“Fuck me,” you groan out, staring at three hours of ruined work with baleful eyes.
“Anytime you want, Peach,” Bucky offers, his cheerful voice reaching you just as he rounds the corner, strolling into the kitchen with a bright smile. “How’s my girl?”
You turn your head in time to see his expression fall and your heart tumbles down with it. “I am so sorry,” you breathe out in a rush. “I’ll clean it up.”
Bucky’s eyes flick over the mess and then drag up your body so thoroughly you almost feel him touching you. Goosebumps prickle across your skin and your stomach contricts.
Silence winds around the tension thickening the air. The urge to say something, anything, overwhelms you.
He’s not mad, but he’s going to wait until he’s a little closer to let you in on that secret. Bucky takes a step forward, the corner of his lips curving into a smirk.
“I can, uh, help you remake them.” You bargain, taking a step back. “Or we can buy some from the store-“ Your mouth snaps shut at the sudden change in his demeanor.
Bucky tilts his head, sliding his hands into the pockets of his grey sweatpants. The waistband curving under his rounded belly, the drawstrings dangling in front of his prominent bulge.
“Buy. Some. From. The. Store.” He repeats, his brows cinched as if he doesn’t quite understand the words, his voice deepening to something akin to a growl. His slate grey eyes darkening at the insult. "Buy some-" he breaks into a dark, incredulous laugh.
Your heart races. An apology sits on the tip of your tongue, but you can’t get it out, too busy watching him saunter across the kitchen. His eyes locked on yours as he mutters your statement again, a darkly amused chuckle following. Heady anticipation unfurls inside you, your cunt fluttering.
He stops in front of you. One thick thigh pushing between yours, his soft belly pressing into your skin.
The way your baker can flip from endearingly shy to domineering is a juxtaposition you’ll never get used to.
Bucky slides his warm, calloused fingers down your arm, circling your wrist. “Peach, if you think for one-“ His thumb grazes your palm and you wince. His concentration breaks, brows pulling together as he studies your fingers.
“Peach, why didn’t say you were hurt?” The concern lacing his baritone voice wraps around your racing heart and squeezes.
“Its not bad,” you reply, smiling as Bucky kisses the pads of your fingertips. “I don’t even feel it anymore.”
“I do,” he mutters under his breath, if he had known he wouldnt have wasted anytime teasing you. “Can’t stand the thought of you in pain, Peach,” he intones, drawing your finger into his mouth.
It’s soothing. And sweet. And fucking erotic.
He sucks harder, his tongue swirling around the sore area and your clit pulses once, twice. The soft whimper escapes your throat before you can stop it. Blue eyes flicker up, a mischievous, deviant glint peeking out, and he grins around your finger.
Removing your finger, he takes another one and sucks it into his warm mouth, a jolt of electricity shoots down your spine. The slow, tender caress of his tongue reminds you of the way he eats you out like he can’t get enough of you.
By the time he’s done, your panties are soaked. And Bucky has this knowing smirk teasing his lips. You know that look. It’s the one he gives you before he’s about to devour you.
“Anything else hurt, Peach?” He asks, stepping even closer until all you can feel is him. His thigh brushing lightly over your panty covered clit.
“Are you sure?” Bucky feels the heat from your pussy on his thigh, he deliberately grinds into you. His tongue laving across his bottom lip as if he’s tasting you. “Are. You. Sure.”
This time it’s not phrased as a question, his unspoken words dripping with desire.
“I-“ You don’t know how to respond, your eyes searching his. The raw, animalistic lust staring back at you is making your brain hazy. “I, uh,”
“Guess I’ll have to check for myself since you don’t want to tell me,” he teases.
Bucky still has your hand in his and he brings it over your head, kissing a trail down your arm. “So perfect.” He takes your chin in his other hand, gently turning your face, exposing your neck. His lips skate across the column of your throat. “So good.”
He continues his path down your chest, pulling your oversized t-shirt over the slope of your breast, wet, warm lips enclosing around your nipple. You cry out, grabbing a handful of chestnut locks. Bucky releases your wrist so he can cup your neglect tit in his large hand, his thumb rolling over the nipple as he continued to lavish attention on the other one.
Bucky cants his head back, dropping to his knees, sending pieces of cake and frosting splattering across the floor. “Grab the counter,” he orders with such authority you obey instantly. Your hands curve around the granite surface, his good girl ringing in your ears.
Bucky hooks his fingers under the waistband of your panties and slides them down your legs, gently lifting your ankle, pressing another kiss to your calf as he discards the fabric over his shoulder. “Are you sure?”
This time you shake your head. Spreading your thighs for him. You feel so powerful, so wanted in this moment. It’s impossible not to when he’s gazing at you like that.
He makes a nearly inaudible sound of pure pleasure in his throat, so vulgar and needy-you feel yourself drip in response.
“You should check,” you say, almost begging, your hand pushing him where you need him the most.
But you don’t have to beg him to taste your pretty little pussy. The only time you’re going to have to beg is when you’re pleading and sobbing for him to stop devouring you like your his favorite dessert.
Bucky licks a thick strip up your folds, his moan louder than the one crawling up your throat. His hands grab your thighs, cold, firm fingers on one side, warm and calloused on the other. He holds you open as he feasts, his tongue gliding through you over and over, kissing every inch of your pussy, drawing his name in tiny, tight designs over your clit. Pleasure sparks with every wanton suck and slow, persistent lick until sensations are fanning up your spine.
Your mouth goes slack as a noise spills out. You didn’t know you could make that sound until he sucked your clit into his hot, wet mouth, teasing the taut bud with his tongue. It feels so good tears prick your eyes and your legs tremble, threatening to give out. The only thing hold you up is his large hands splayed across your thighs.
“Bucky, sogood, don’t stop, keep doing that,” you sob, grinding on his face. The knot in your belly tightening. “I- fuck I’m close.”
“I know, Peach,” he murmurs into your cunt, inhaling your scent.
Bucky is greedy for more of you, more of those pretty moans, more of the way you scream his name, more of your orgasms. He’s so damn needy when it comes to you. Proud of it. He’s in heaven as he kneels before you, your sweet, perfect little pussy, giving him everything he wants.
And right now all he wants, all he needs, is for you cum for him.
“Lemme have it, be a good girl and lemme have it.”Another sloppy kiss on your pulsating clit pushes you closer to the edge. “Atta girl,” he moans, his hands sliding around to your ass, and he pushes you into his face, muffling the rest of his praises but you feel his words vibrating through you.
Pleasure wraps around you. Hard and fast. The knot snaps without warning. You go tense as your orgasm grips you in a chokehold. Smothering you in bliss. You can’t move. The last of your breath spent crying his name. He draws your pleasure out with languid swipes of his long tongue. You coast higher and higher and higher until you’re standing at the edge again and fuck do you fall.
Your legs give way as another orgasm spirals through. Bucky wraps his arm around your waist, his hand gripping the back of your thigh as you erratically rock over his face.
Your head is hazy and light, tremors run through your shaky limbs. Chest heaving like you ran a marathon. You’re wrecked and you don’t even care because you feel so good.
Bucky releases you with an obscene smack on your aching clit. “You know...” he starts innocently despite the pleased grin tugging at his lips.
You blink down at him, bleary eyes narrowing at him. His smile widens and his gaze drops to your pussy.
“Bucky.” The warning in your tone might hold more weight if you weren’t still out of breath.
“Peach.” He retorts as he stands, grabbing your waist in a gently hold, he sets you on the counter like you weigh nothing. Resting his forehead on yours, he lines himself up with your cunt. “It’s my job to make sure every part of your pretty body is always taken care of,” he nods earnestly. "And that you're always happy with me Peach.
You laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Its your job huh?”
“More my life's passion than a job," he states, pressing a soft kiss on your lips, you can taste your arousal lingering on his tongue. "I'm going to spend all day doing whatever make you happy Peach."
Bucky languidly thrusts into you, stretching you around his thick length. "After I take care of my pussy." He pauses, lifting your chin with his knuckle as a thoughtful expression settles over his handsome features.
"And I want an orgasm for each cupcake you ruined Peach."
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jn-wolf · a year ago
Listen, i don't have a knife kink
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I mean...
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