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angrythingstarlight · 15 hours ago
When we find alpha Bucky
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Pairing: Beefy Alpha Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky loves the sounds you make.
Warnings: size kink, Buckys 6"4', voice kink
A/N: Sinday drabble #3.
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Bucky loves the sounds you make, it started with the cute little chrip that slipped out when you first saw him. Your eyes dilating as you gazed up at him. He knew right then and there he wanted to hear you make that noise again.
He fantasized about the way you said his name, imagining all the ways he could get you to scream it after you became his.
The second favorite sound, well, he discovered that by accident. You were in the middle of an argument when you growled at him. It stopped him mid sentence, his cock stiffening and throbbing when you did it again. You're even sexier when you're angry. He can't even remember what the fight was about, only that it ended with him lifting you off the ground, legs over his massive arms as he pounded into your tight cunt until you were sobbing his name.
But nothing compares to the noises you make when he's fucking you. Oh the way you moan when he's deep inside you almost makes his cum. He's had dreams about the way you softly gasp when he first stretches your little pussy, even after all this time, you're still not used to how big and thick he is.
A few strokes in and your breathy little moans surround him, driving him to go deeper, harder until you're keening, telling him you can't take anymore.
That's what he lives for you, that cute little tremble in your strained voice, pleading with him to let you cum, begging him for more, whimpering that it's too much Bucky, oh god I can't.
That's when he pushes on your belly so you know how deep he is, reminding you that you can take every inch Bunny, your pussy was made for his cock and he's not stopping until you give him one more.
And because you're his good girl, you give him what he wants, letting him feel your tight heat spasm around him as you cum for him again and again. Chanting his name until you're reduced to whimpering and soft grunts.
When your orgasm finally winds down, he places a sweet kiss on your cheek, a smirk forming on his bearded face because you're about to give him last sweet sound. A soft shuddery noise slipping from your slack mouth as he pulls out of your puffy cunt.
"Good girl," he murmurs in your ear. "Since you did so good for me, I'm going to clean your pretty little pussy up with my tongue."
And when he feels a shiver wrack through your sweaty, pliant body as he whispers all the things he's going to do to you, Bucky thinks you might like his mouth just as much as he likes yours.
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thepokyone · 2 days ago
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Rainy Nights
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x gn!Reader
Warnings: fluff
Words: 1.2k
A/N: Something soft for you guys. Give me more gentle love confessions and drowsy mornings. Thanks for the request, anon, I think it turned out so cute and was nice to write after the all the angst I've done lately. Bucky calls the reader "doll" but the fic is gender neutral. Enjoy, everyone!
The rain had been billowing down in sheets for hours, thunder rolling every few minutes. Your street (and probably half of the city) was swamped, but you were safely on the third floor of your apartment building and free to curl up under a blanket and watch Netflix to your heart's content.
Until the power shut off, that is.
"Damn it," you groaned, tossing the remote aside and going to rummage in your drawers for a candle. It wasn't particularly cold out, so you weren't concerned about freezing, but being without power was always less than ideal.
You had just located a candle that had probably seen better days and was on the hunt for your meager stash of matches when your phone rang.
"Hey Buck, what's up?" you asked, holding the phone to your ear with your shoulder as you pulled open another drawer to search through.
"Nothing too good. Your power out, too?" he asked. The two of you shared an apartment building, though his apartment was on the ground floor.
"Yeah. I'm looking for matches for my candle, I could swear I had some around somewhere," you said. "You need something?"
"Kind of. I hate to impose, but my place is starting to flood and I don't fancy having to wade through three inches of water to reach my fridge," Bucky said.
"Of course you're welcome here, you don't even have to ask. Come on up whenever. And bring matches if you have them, I'm starting to think I don't own any after all," you said. You had a vague memory of attempting to create a s'more using the last of your matches two months ago.
"Sure, I'll be up in a few. Thanks, Y/N," he said, ending the call. You gave up your fruitless search for matches and unlocked your door so Bucky could let himself in, which he did a few minutes later.
"Shouldn't leave your door unlocked, I could be a murderer," Bucky called from the hall where he was kicking off his wet shoes. "Well- oh, you know what I mean."
"I'm not sure any murderers would announce their presence in my apartment first," you said, snickering. "Especially not with the fearsome Winter Soldier downstairs, cursing out his wet carpet-"
"Oh, shut up," Bucky said good-naturedly, setting down a bottle of wine on the counter and tossing his bag in one of the chairs around your kitchen table. "Otherwise I won't give you the matches."
"You're so mean to me," you said, lighting the candle with the matches Bucky tossed you as he opened the bottle of wine. "Glasses are on the top shelf."
"Is that your way of asking me to get them?" he asked, grinning.
"Unless you want to see me do parkour on my kitchen counters, yes," you responded, discarding the used match.
He laughed. "I would love to see that, actually."
"You're the worst," you said, also laughing, and took the glass of wine he offered you. "I'm sure you do this for all the girls."
"You're the only one for me, doll." Bucky smiled at you, the one that made you fall for him in the first place, and you wished he meant it.
You sipped your wine and changed the subject. "How bad is the flooding?"
"Well, I can't sleep there, that's for sure," Bucky said with a grimace. "Figured I'd get out of your hair once it gets late and go find a hotel."
"Don't be ridiculous, Bucky, you're not going to go out in this to find a hotel. You can stay with me. It'll be a sleepover," you said, sighing at his skeptical expression. "This is what best friends do, Bucky."
"Steve and I never had sleepovers. Well, we did once, but-"
"Ha! See? Sleepovers and cheap wine are a sleepover tradition," you said.
"We were seven," Bucky laughed. "But since you insist, I guess I'll stay. I'll take the couch- I'm not kicking you out of your own bed."
"Bucky, you could never fit on my couch," you said with a laugh. Your couch was tiny, only just big enough to seat two people and not nearly large enough for him to stretch out on. "We can just share my bed."
He almost choked on his drink. "Share? I don't want to make you uncomfortable, this is your place. Really, I would be fine sleeping on the floor."
"Don't be ridiculous, you wouldn't make me uncomfortable. It's more than big enough for both of us. We can put some pillows in the middle if it makes you feel better," you said.
Bucky glanced at your small couch and nodded. "Well, alright. But if you get uncomfortable-"
"I won't, but if I do, I'll kick you straight to the floor," you said, grinning at him.
"That's what I like to hear," he said with a laugh.
The two of you spent the rest of the evening playing board games (you lost spectacularly at Monopoly), using your phones to take Buzzfeed quizzes (Bucky was Rye bread), and drinking the bottle of wine. The rain had slowed to a drizzle by the time midnight rolled around and both your phones were dead.
You used a flickering flashlight to stumble into your bedroom, Bucky bumping into you from behind. "Sorry," he mumbled, but the warmth you could feel from his body told you he was still close behind.
After you changed into pajamas, it took several minutes for the two of you to get situated in your bed. There was a measly one pillow between you, as you didn't have many extra, and it was strange sharing your bed with another person. Still, between the wine and Bucky's breathing beside you, it wasn't long before you drifted off to sleep.
You woke feeling cozily warm, the light streaming through your windows rousing you from sleep. For a little while you were caught in that period between dream and waking, when you didn't consider how Bucky's arm was around your waist, drawing you back into his chest or how his thumb was rubbing gentle circles into your skin.
When you woke up fully, blinking against the sunshine that flooded your room, Bucky's soft breathing was tickling your neck. "Buck," you mumbled, unsure if he was still asleep.
"'m awake," he said, and you could feel his voice rumbling in his chest.
"What happened to the pillow?" you asked quietly. You were both speaking at a volume barely above a murmur, as if using normal volume would shatter the moment the two of you were dwelling in.
"Screw the pillow," Bucky said, nosing your neck and pulling you even closer to his chest. "Like this better."
You trailed your fingers down his metal arm, feeling him shudder, and smiled. "Me too."
"Be mine," he murmured, his metal hand catching yours and twining your fingers together. "Please, doll."
"Course, if it means I get to wake to this every morning," you said, squeezing his hand.
"You only love me for my cuddles," he whined, a smile in his voice.
You released his hand, rolling over to face him. "I love you for you."
"Love you too," he said, dipping down to gently press his lips to yours.
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chriscvans · 9 hours ago
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𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 ✧ 𝒃. 𝒃.
pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader
warnings: mild angst, brief mentions of sex, reader suffers from depression, happy ending :)
word count: 1,9k
a/n: i might be having a blue moment in my life rn 🙃
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two weeks.
two whole weeks after your last date and bucky has no sign of you. no texts, no calls, no nothing. it’s like you vanished from his life.
he told himself not to worry because first, you’re not exclusive, it was only your fourth date, and second, you’re both busy adults. dating is a lot different in this century. year. era. whatever. dating is different. disappearing for two weeks from someone’s life must be normal. kids do this all the time... right?
“no.” sam scoffs as he gathers dried leaves into a small pile to put them in a bag. “i mean, you’re going out with this girl for weeks now and she won’t text you back? if she ain’t ghostin’ ya, i don’t know what it is.”
ghosting?
“maybe i did something wrong...” bucky ponders as a silent cue for sam’s advice.
the louisianian chuckles and finally gives in to his friend’s silent request.
bucky might be over one hundred years old, but there’s so much he doesn’t know, and sam just wants his friend to succeed as any good friend would.
“okay,” he sighs and sits on the bench in the backyard where they are both cleaning for sarah. “how was the date?”
it’s hot, and only when they stop to talk do they feel the weather effects. the backyard isn’t that big, but it’s a lot of work, even for a super soldier.
“it was nice,” bucky begins as he stands before sam with a garden rake under his arm. “we went to this small japanese restaurant, had a nice talk…”
sam is not impressed. in fact, he’s bored.
“all y’all do is talk?” he genuinely asks, but bucky feels a tiny bit of judgment.
“what else would we do?”
“smush.”
it takes the sergeant three whole seconds to absorb sam’s choice of words. the new captain america is amused.
“uh... smush?”
“sex.” he finally explains. “have y’all...?”
he gestures for bucky to elaborate, but the former winter soldier just snorts, not just because of his friend’s indiscretion, but because the answer is no.
“first of all, i’m not telling you about my personal life, and second of all, it’s not about sex.”
“so y’all didn’t smush.”
“stop saying smush!” bucky grumbles.
sam laughs loudly at bucky’s uptightness and quickly lets it go. apparently bucky really likes you, and he’s worried, but he doesn’t want to appear too intrusive. it’s confusing because the social rules today are very different, almost the opposite to the ones from his time, so he doesn’t know how or when to operate.
“look, text her again just to check on her. if she doesn’t respond within a day or two, then she probably doesn’t want anything to do with you.” sam advises, speaking more sincerely now, and bucky nods.
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“i  had a lot of fun today.”
“so did i :)”
bucky reads and rereads the last messages exchanged between you and he tries to decipher some possible code between the little letters and between the spaces between the message balloons, but it seems that there is nothing there other than what is exposed. it’s so frustrating.
the next balloon is from him, the unread and unanswered message.
“hi, how are you? are you free tomorrow?”
remembering sam’s advice, bucky starts typing another message and expects you to reply until at least the next day.
“hello. how are you?”
soon after sending the text, bucky locks his phone and goes to take a shower, still hoping that when he comes back he will have a notification on his screen.
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two more days passed and no response. two days looking at his cell phone thinking that any notification was a text. you’re not even bothering to read them. sam must be right, you mustn’t be wanting to see him, and now he has to move on. it’s annoying because he was so sure you two were clicking. so many things in common, despite the nearly hundred-year difference in age, despite him being a hero. despite his friends being heroes. yet, the two of you are similar in what is imperative, and different where you can complement each other.
what went wrong?
that’s the question he’s been asking himself for days. bucky relives the times you spent together and tries to find any mistakes on his part but can’t really point any fingers. maybe that’s it, you’re too arrogant to think you’re wrong, he tells himself. had he gone slowly? should he have initiated something sexual? he tries not to think about these things, but it’s almost impossible, because he’s been pushed aside with no explanation and suddenly.
one thing is certain: there is no point in asking more questions, as these will not be answered. the whys, the hows, the wheres, the whens will all be ignored, and now by his own will.
he’s sorry, because he was really interested in you, but it is what it is, and it’s with that attitude that bucky heads to the coffee shop he took you to on your second date. it’s even a little busier than usual, but only one person catches his eye: you, sitting at the last table, the furthest and most reserved, having coffee.
you are not well.
bucky is simply drawn to you, whether he likes it or not. that’s why he asked you out in the first place. he catches himself walking towards your table and you don’t seem to notice his presence until he’s sitting right in front of you, and his face exudes concern and doubts. in fact, you seem to be far away from there, in another dimension. your gaze is so empty, which worries him greatly. a small gasp leaves your lips when you finally see him.
“hey,” he murmurs.
“bucky, i- hi.” you struggle to speak as your voice is low and weak. you clear your throat and try to collect yourself, but you’re still a mess. “hi, bucky.”
you look tired. exhausted. you have dark bags under your eyes, like you’re sleep deprived. you’re not as together as you were. he doesn’t think you’re ugly - absolutely not - but it feels as if the light in your eyes has shone away. your eyes don’t sparkle anymore, and something tells him this is not about him anymore, in fact, it never was in the first place.
“i... i’ve been texting you.”
“oh,” you fake a small smile and take another sip of your coffee. “my phone is broken and i haven’t really had the time to get a new one.” you lie.
if only he knew how shattered you really are. if he only knew how hard it’s been to even get out of bed. if he only knew coffee is the only thing you’re digesting because you can’t keep anything inside and you don’t want to sleep. if he only knew how many tears you’ve cried these past days.
“oh, i see.” bucky nods. “are you... okay?”
“yeah, i... yeah. yeah, i’m fine. just a little busy.” another fake smile on your lips.
why are you lying?
he notices your discomfort and watches you get up.
after the therapy sessions, bucky now feels the need to fix what is broken, and maybe it’s insensitive of him to want to fix you, and he’ll never admit it out loud, at least not to anyone other than his therapist, but he hates to see you like this. as much as you want to seem just tired, he’s seeing that it’s much more than that, and that’s what makes him so worried.
“sorry, i’m... i have to go.”
“wait-”
“i’ll see you around.” you say as you disappear in between the customers that come and go, but he doesn’t lose you out of his sight and follows you out of the coffee shop.
“y/n, wait!” he asks as he holds your arm, making you turn around to face him. “wait, what’s wrong?”
“nothing’s wrong, i’m just really busy.”
you both know you’re lying, but you can’t bring yourself to explain truthfully what’s happening, because you don’t know if he would understand, and you don’t want to be a burden. you can’t offer him what he deserves: someone who actually has their shit together.
“y/n, it’s me. you can trust me.” he insists.
by the look on his face you can tell he’s being genuine, and you do want to tell him everything, because you need to clear your mind and lighten your chest. you’ve imploded so many times just the past week, you have no idea how the hell you even left your house for a simple coffee today.
he sees your eyes getting watery and lips quivering. all he knows is that you’re deeply saddened by something, and all he can do at the moment is pull you into a hug.
in the middle of the sidewalk, with people walking around, coming and going, bucky hugs you tight, and you’ve never felt more seen.
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although you feel a lot better after sharing your thoughts and emotions, you do feel bad for ignoring him and making him feel like you didn’t want to see him anymore. you didn’t think he would be that interested in you. after four wonderful dates, is it cocky to think he likes you or are you just stating a fact?
it shouldn’t be so hard to accept that, despite our faults, there are people who will accept us and love us anyway. either because of them or in spite of them.
bucky took the liberty of dropping you off at home and making you some chamomile tea to calm you down. after a hot, relaxing shower, and a long, much-needed conversation, he is in your bed, waiting for you to sleep. he couldn’t help noticing the details in your house. the pictures, the photos, the decoration. your house is small, but it’s cozy, comfortable, and gorgeous, just like you.
you hear him talk about his own life, how he tries to deal with the difficulties of living in a completely different time, how much he misses his friends, and the loneliness he feels at times. he talks about sam, sarah, the boys and how he is adapting. you hear him chuckle about how confusing simple stuff can be for him, and how fascinating phones are.
his voice is soft and sweet, as if a sound has been made to describe honey. you gradually forget about being embarrassed by the situation you are in, and feel welcomed by him. he doesn’t make you feel guilty for being sad when he’s been through much worse, no. he makes you feel seen, heard and most importantly, he makes you feel understood and not alone.
“i tend to push people away when i’m not feeling myself, and i wish i could do differently, but i feel suffocated with my own thoughts, i can’t handle them well.” you confess. “but i don’t want to do that with you, not anymore.”
he smiles.
“i’m here for you for as long as you want me to be.”
your blinks are getting heavy, the chamomile tea has finally kicked in. your body starts to relax into the mattress and bucky presses a kiss on your forehead before you finally close your eyes to sleep.
your hand grips on his black shirt, maybe for fear of him leaving, you don’t want to be alone, but he won’t leave your side. he will be there when you wake up.
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jamielovesbucky · 2 days ago
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bearded seb supremacy 🙏🏻
~sebastianstaningacc for these beautiful pictures
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sweetboitom · 2 days ago
Bucky x reader
Reader surprised bucky when he comes home from a mission or the store and Shes dressed/ decorated the house like the 40s, just soft love and fluff
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Welcome home, Sergeant
Pairing: Bucky barnes x Reader
Warnings: None, just fluff
Word count: 427
``Okay bunny, ill be back.`` Bucky had said before he left the house to go spend the afternoon with Sam and Steve. Now was your time. You had a plan to set up the living room like a 40`s dance, the dining room as a 40`s diner, and of course, your 40`s outfit you thrifted a few months ago. Just to make Bucky feel like he belonged again. You knew he was struggling to make due being back from Wakanda in the modern world, and you just wanted him to have a piece of his own with him. You got to work the minute you heard his bike pull out of your drive way. You started by hanging the lights up in the living room, then moving the furniture against the walls, then putting the fake flooring down, then setting up the record player you had bought. Once that was set up, you moved your way into the dining room. You got the table cloth on the circle table, and hung up decorations you had borrowed from Steve that had been Peggy`s. By the time you were done, two hours had passed. Bucky would be home in 20 minutes. You quickly ran upstairs and pulled out the old dancing dress you had bought and put on some simple makeup, and then worked your way down stairs to wait. You heard the bike pull a couple minutes after. He had walked up to the door, and before he even opened it you beat him to it. ``Welcome home, Sergeant.`` You sweetly smiled at him. He looked at you happily, ``well, hello to you too, doll. What are you up too?`` he said, as he looked you up and down. You grabbed his hand and led him to the dining room. ``Well, you see, I've noticed how hard its been lately for you. So, I just wanted to give you a taste of what you're used too. Just a little change of pace.`` He squeezed your hand, and sat down at the table. ``We are gonna start by having a sweet dinner together, burgers and milkshakes to be exact, then were going to work our way to another room of the house, and dance until our feet give out.`` He leaned over to you, kissed your cheek gently and said, ``Doll, you absolutely outdid yourself. I can not wait to show you my dancing skills. Though, I may be rusty. Its been few years since I have actually done it. I love you so much.``
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supremethunda · a day ago
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Being a southern black woman & falling for Bucky Barnes
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Pairing: tfaws!Bucky Barnes/black!Reader
Word Count: 813
Genre: Romance, Humor
A/N: This headcanon takes place after the events of Falcon & Winter Soldier. I was born in a southern state, but I've pretty much grown up living in the midwest. So yeah, hope you enjoy this piece! I got super motivated by all the wonderful comments on my latest Bucky/black!Reader headcanons that I had an urge to write more. Comments & reblogs are always appreciated.
Taglist: Thekrazykeke, Jewel2876, Browngirldominion, merceret, bestofbucky, @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog, @whisperlullaby, @wintersoldierslut, kelieah, jasminedayz, angrybirdxx, namjoonswifeyy, @chaoticpete​, AWESOMEREXTYPHOON
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You were a friend of the Wilson family. To be more specific, Sarah Wilson was your best friend since you were both teenagers. You grew up in the heart of Louisiana and were raised on soul food. We're talking collard greens, peach cobbler, oxtail, mac and cheese, and so much more.
Your parents owned a restaurant not too far away from the docks where the Wilson family boat resided. After your parents passed away, you took over the family business, hoping you could bring the same amount of joy to the loyal customers that your parents brought.
One thing was for sure, Bucky Barnes certainly felt that joy when he first saw you on the docks holding a white takeout box. The way you smiled burned hotter than the steam from the boat.
"Hey, you're that friend of Sam's. Bucky, right?" You asked.
"Yeah, that's right." Bucky nods. "And you are?"
"I'm (y/n). Friend of the Wilson family. Wanted to give ya a little somethin' for helpin' out Sam and Sarah with their boat. I know it means a lot to them for you to help em' out. I know we don't know each other, but I wanted to show there are people out there who appreciate what you do." You hand him the takeout box with a smile.
Hearing that southern drawl of yours, your kind words, and smelling your food had his heart doing backflips. He couldn't help but smile back and take the box. "Thank you. That's very generous of you."
"Anytime, hon. Anyway, don't let me keep ya. I know you've got plenty of work to do on that boat. Stop by the restaurant if you're free." You place your restaurant business card on top of his box before you take off.
"I will." Bucky puts the business card in his back pocket before he sits down on the boat and takes a few bites of your food. The taste of your food could only be described as heavenly. "Oh, my god..." He moaned.
Bucky knew as soon as he tasted your food, he had to visit your family's restaurant and see you again. When he does, he brings an empty stomach, his awkward charm, and a small bouquet of flowers. With a little help from Sam and Sarah, he was able to pick out the perfect bouquet.
"It's good to see ya, Bucky." You approach his table, but not before eyeing the flowers he was holding. Your favorite flowers. You decide not to say anything about it for now and take out your notepad and pen.
"Likewise." Bucky nods in reply.
"So, what would you like?"
Bucky proceeds to tell you what he wants to eat and drink while you nod and scribble down his order on your notepad. "Okay, I'll be right out with your order and drink."
You come back to his table a few minutes later with his drink before you rush off to the kitchen. Bucky can't take his eyes off you as he watches you work. Seeing you help deliver food to tables while managing your employees in the kitchen and your customers with a smile was truly something. As promised, you return to his table to give him his food.
"Thanks for waitin', hon." You gently place his meal in front of Bucky. "Enjoy your food."
"You too." Bucky immediately cringes when he realizes what he said. "I mean, thank you."
You giggle in reply. Your eyes briefly fall back to the bouquet sitting beside him. You suddenly ask the question that's been on your mind that you told yourself not to.
"Those flowers are beautiful." You compliment. "You got a special date planned?"
"Well, that all depends," Bucky looks up from his food.
"On what?" You raise an eyebrow.
"On you."
Bucky stands up from his chair and hands you the bouquet of flowers. Your face burns hot as you hug the bouquet to your chest, inhaling the familiar scent of your favorite flowers. You look at Bucky who was rubbing the back of his head in an awkward fashion.
"I wanted to get you something after you brought me that food the other day, which was delicious by the way." Bucky began. "And your words about appreciating what I've done, it meant a lot to hear that. It's not exactly something I'm used to hearing to be perfectly honest. I'm sure you've got your hands full managing this place, but I was hoping I could take you out sometime when you're free."
You feel your heart swell with joy and your pulse running about as fast as a bullet train. It takes you a moment to collect yourself, still reeling from the fact that Bucky was asking you out and had brought you your favorite flowers. When you finally answer, it brings a smile to Bucky's lips.
"I'd love to."
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toomanyrobins2 · a day ago
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The Proposal Pt. 10
Summary: Y/N Arnaud is the liaison to the Avengers, but she’s also a French citizen. After a couple mistakes, her visa application is denied. Even though they can’t stand each other, Bucky offers to marry her in order to keep her visa status in the U.S. and avoid deportation.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word count: 1.6k
Content Warning: cursing, Bucky being a pain in the ass, mentions of nudity, maybe smut(haven’t decided yet)
Notes: I’m back!!!!!!!!!
masterlist // next part
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Y/N had been toiling over sitting down with Bridgitte to discuss what she’d seen that day in town. She hadn’t expected to feel so fine about her ex-boyfriend and her sister, but she couldn’t deny that it worked well. Their personalities were much better suited to each other and they both had more passion for the vineyards than Y/N had in one pinky finger. Fixing two cups of tea, she went to join Bridgitte. Her younger sister was a creature of habit and she always had breakfast on the patio. Y/N put the mugs down and took a deep breath, “Tell me about Louis.”
Her sister startled and stared down at the mugs, “Louis…Louis…Louis…he’s in his twenties, works for our father--” Y/N raised an eyebrow and Bridgitte sighed in defeat, “We’ve been seeing each other.”
“Yeah, I know. Bucky and I saw you in town.”
The younger woman hunched her shoulders, looking close to tears, “Are you mad at me?”
“For falling in love? Never!” Y/N grabbed Bridgitte’s hand, “If Louis is what makes you happy then never think that I won’t support you.”
“I love him and—” Bridgitte hesitated for a moment, “And we want to talk to Papa about the two of us taking over the vineyards when we get married.”
It was moments such as this that made Y/N wish her relationship with her family was better. Her contentious relationship with her father didn’t mean that she should abandon her sister and was confronted with her choices, “So, you’re engaged? Why hasn’t anyone said anything?”
“No…no not yet, but it’s something we’ve discussed. I wanted to talk to you before anything happened. Seeing you and Bucky together has made me realize that when it works, it works. Louis and I were so hesitant and nervous at first because of your history, but we love each other so much. Like you and Bucky.”
Y/N’s stomach was in knots and she took a sip of her tea, not even feeling it burn her tongue, “Right...just like me and Bucky.”
Y/N had been in her head the rest of the afternoon. Moving on autopilot, she’d help to set up the party and got dressed. Bucky could see something was bothering her and gave her some space. Right before people started arriving, Charlotte took advantage of his strength to have him move some tables. Y/N was watching checking out him as he did it with just one arm. Bridgitte giggled at the doe-eyed look in her sister’s eyes and elbowed her with a knowing grin, “How you’re not on him all the time I do not understand. I mean I love Louis but Bucky is gorgeous.”
Y/N stammered, “Bucky’s private and so am I. That’s all.”
“We’ve barely even seen you kiss. Are you sure you're engaged?”
Y/N wanted the ground to open up and swallow her away from this conversation, “We are just trying to be respectful. You know what Papa thinks of all of this.”
“Fuck Papa. Honestly, the older he gets, the further that stick travels up his ass. You’re an adult with a hot fiance!”
Bucky caught the tail end of the sister’s conversation and resolved to try and be more affectionate around Y/N’s family. Sidling up beside her, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed a kiss to her cheek, “You look gorgeous, doll. I’m gonna run upstairs and get ready.” Bridgitte just shot her sister a victorious smirk as Bucky walked away.
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By the time he’d showered and changed, the house and surrounding yards were filled with people. Walking up to Y/N, Bucky noticed how glassy her eyes were, “How many glasses of wine have you had?”
A lazy smile crossed her face, “A few.”
He wrapped an arm around Y/N’s waist as she started to sway. He saw people watching them and leaned down so that he was whispering in her ear, knowing it would look good for the nosy people. A shiver ran down her spine as his lips brushed her ear, “I’ve been gone for like half an hour.”
She grinned at him and raised an eyebrow, “A lot can happen in that time. A LOT.” Y/N’s eyes raked over Bucky. Her mind wandered as she felt his body pressed against hers. Before she could stop herself, the words tumbled out, “Do you ever give in to temptation?”
“What do you mean?”
“After so long with HYDRA and having every aspect of your life controlled, I honestly would expect more rebellious behavior. Just grabbing something you want and never letting go.”
Bucky saw the way her eyes flickered down to his lips and back up to his eyes. He shook his head, “No. With my brain scrambled up like an egg for so long, I’m careful. Better that than rebellious. That’s why Steve is so helpful. I need someone I can trust to give me a push.”
She pushed up against him lightly, “Take what you want,” her eyes sparkled as she looked up at Bucky.
“You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I’m entirely sure I do, Sergeant.”
Bucky shook his head and stepped away from her, “Not like this.”
Y/N shifted uncomfortably and nodded, “I need to go see Bridgitte. Have a good night.” She tossed her drink back and went to rejoin the group. He could see the slight droop in her shoulders, but other than that, she hid her emotions well.
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The party was drawing to a close and Bucky found Y/N standing in a corner. Her eyes were closed as she leaned against a table. He ran his hand over her back as she looked up at him sleepily, “Let’s get you up to bed, sweetheart.” She just nodded and stood up shakily. When they got back to the room and Y/N tripped as her ankle gave out. Bucky put an arm around her waist and forced her to sit on the edge of the bed.
He could see how gone she was, with her half-lidded eyes and a lazy grin on her face, “Drinking yourself into a coma doesn’t help.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” she slurred, “It helps me be around my family for at least double the time. Makes the hurt hurt less.”
Bucky ignored that last comment as he pulled her heels off, “You’re going to be hurting in the morning.” Pulling her up, he helped her out of her dress, “Come on, you lush. You can wear one of my shirts.” Y/N wiggled like a happy, drunk worm at the idea of one of Bucky’s henleys. He shook his head and hooking his arms around her back and under her legs, he moved her underneath the covers. Bucky quickly changed before laying on top of the blankets. He turned his head and was surprised to see that Y/N was already staring at him. Taking his chance, he asked, “Why don’t you come home?”
Y/N worried at her bottom lip as the memories played in her head, “My older brother. He got sick and died when I was 16. My father had a very clear path set out for him and when he passed, that role fell down to me. I never wanted it, but I knew how much pressure it was and I didn’t want Bridgette to have to shoulder it. I spent years forcing myself to take part in something that I didn’t want for my future. Finally, I broke and I left in the middle of the night. Ironically, it turns out she has wanted it all this time, but Papa is a stubborn man. There’s a way that things are done in this family and I’m not doing what’s expected--” her eyes were glassy and tears were welling, “I really miss him.” Bucky didn’t say anything, but instead, pulled her against him and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Once Y/N was asleep, Bucky just stared up at the ceiling. Eventually, he broke from boredom and went downstairs. Most of the damage from the party was cleaned and he found Bernard in the kitchen. He cleared his throat, “Mr. Arnaud, I think we need to speak.”
The older man barely spared him a glance, “I’m not sure I have much to say to you.”
“Maybe not, but I have some things I need to clarify. Your daughter is exceptional and it is an absolute crime that you don’t recognize that. From what I know, it’s a miracle that she still walks with her head so high. All she wants is your love and support. I know that I’m not what you want for her and that her job isn’t the future you envisioned, but she loves it and she's good at it. Y/N is not some glorified receptionist, she is intelligent and works every day to try and make our lives a little easier so that we can do our job. She shoulders so much and it would be amazing if she had a family that would help and support her.”
Bernard put his drink on the counter and turned to him, “James, this is a complicated situation. You wouldn’t understand.”
“Because of your son?” Bernard’s eyes widened and Bucky shrugged his shoulders, “Y/N’s told me. I’ve been in my fair share of complicated situations before and I can honestly say that you’re the reason it’s complicated. If you honestly got to know who your children really are, instead of the ideas you have them, you would see that it’s all very simple.” Bucky turned to leave but stopped at the door, “Also, I’m the reason that Y/N is even here. She didn’t want to come. The person you call the Winter Soldier was more willing to be here than your own child.”
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yannii04 · 5 months ago
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Words can't even begin to describe how proud I am of Anthony Mackie. His portrayal of Sam Wilson is so beautiful; the gentleness, the kindness. Often times black people are depicted as loud, obnoxious, violent, and ignorant. And there's nothing wrong with being Black and being those things, but the intentions on why they do it is the issue. They want to stigmatize and ridicule us. But Anthony Mackie? Anthony Mackie handled this character and this message with the utmost care. Many people aren't going to agree with me, but I like that Anthony is the new captain. Because like he said, the shield means something different in his hands. As a black women, as a black person, seeing someone be unapologetically black and proud and hold a place of power and wants to evoke change brings tears to my eyes. I don't know how else to explain it other than I'm proud, I'm happy and thank you. Thank you Anthony Mackie, you don't know how many people you are impacting.
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skyeisawizard · 5 months ago
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Magnets
Drunk, Y/N buys a load of magnets and sticks them to her boyfriends metal arm while he sleeps
Fluff! This is fluffy as fuck and i can’t believe someone hasn’t written this already (is they have send it my way pls I wanna read it)
Thank you for 400 in such a short space of time! It really means the world to me
Send in requests, come flirt a little ;)
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“Fuck,” she hissed as she stumbled into the apartment. The bag full of magnets was nearly splitting at the bottom, the horn of the unicorn magnet poking through the plastic.
It was the dumbest idea ever. So dumb it was almost brilliant.
Girls night had taken a little bit of a wild turn when Y/N and her friends moved past the corner shop. One of them stopped and the others followed suit, looking at all of the pretty things inside. Once Y/N saw the fridge magnets, she knew what she needed to do.
Fifty dollars. Fifty fucking dollars went towards buying those magnets. It hardly seemed worth it and Y/N knew she’d regret it when she was sober. Or once her boyfriend realised what she was doing.
Their cat was snoozing away on the sofa as Y/N crept past. She toed off her shoes and threw them in the box in a not so quiet manner. “Shush,” she whispered to the still sleeping cat. “He doesn’t sleep very well! We can’t be loud.” The only problem was her whisper and how it was so much louder than she intended. “I gotta get me some water!”
The bag in her hands swung from side to side as she struggled into the kitchen. It smacked against the counter several times, definitely waking Bucky up, but drunk Y/N was too tired to notice.
She pulled a glass from the cupboard, nearly dropping it in the process, and filled it with water.
Only when a heavy click filled the air did she sober up a little. Only a little. She turned slowly, holding the glass against her chest and sloshing it down her dress in the process. “Bucky?” She called into the darkness of their apartment.
He came out of the hallway, holding his gun in his metal hand. Only once he saw it was Y/N did he put it down by his side. He opened his arms wide and marched towards her. “I was wondering when you were going to get home,” he said and helped her put down her glass. Bucky kissed the top of her head and eyed the bag in her hand suspiciously. “Do you wanna tell me what you bought tonight?”
Y/N pressed her finger to her lips and shook her head. “Nuh-uh, Buck. It’s a secret!”
He shook his head, his freshly cut hair falling into his eyes. “Alright, doll. Whatever you say.” Taking her hand, he led her into the bedroom and helped her to get ready for bed. He let her throw the bag under her bed, promising not to “tell Bucky”, whatever that meant, and helped her into an old shirt of his and pyjama shorts.
Bucky pulled back the covers and Y/N dove under. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out. Bucky climbed in after her, wrapped his flesh arm around her waist as pulled her in close.”
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It was almost five in the morning and the sky was already bathed in a soft orange glow. Slightly more sober than the night before, Y/N remembered her mission. She reached under the bed and opened the bag. The material rustled under fingertips and she kept her eyes on Bucky, praying he stayed sleeping.
When her fingers connected with the first magnet and Bucky still hadn’t stirred, she knew her plan was a success.
Rolling back towards him, she snuggled against his side and threw her arm over his waist, reaching for his metal one. It wasn’t uncommon for them to sleep in this position and Bucky’s unconscious mind thought nothing of it.
As soon as the first magnet, a rainbow magnet, attached to his arm, Bucky’s eyes flew open. Instantly he looked at the figure to his side, checking her over for anything wrong. But her chest was rising and falling in a steady rhythm, her eyes squeezed shut. Bucky looked at the door and saw nothing. Brushing it off, he fell back to sleep.
Y/N waited a few more minutes to reach into the bag. She picked up three at a time, a sad cloud, a donkey in front of a gate and the unicorn one.
One by one she began attaching them to Bucky’s arm. Her giggles were uncontrollable as she placed the sad cloud beside the rainbow. Her body shook, finally waking Bucky up.
At first he was concerned. It had taken him a while to get used to sleeping in a bed but once he was, he slept like a log. His eyes moved to his girlfriend and his worry dropped.
There she was, cheeks red, water spilling from her eyes and her hand slapped over her mouth. The unicorn magnet was still in her lap, her fingers clasped around it. “Doll, it’s so early,” Bucky grumbled and looked up at her through his lashes. His head was still against the pillow, his fingers reaching around for her. “What’s the matter?”
“Bucky!” She suddenly whined and crawled over to sit on his chest. “You’re ruining all of my fun.” Pouting, she placed the unicorn magnet on his arm and crossed her own over her chest. “All I wanted to do was make your arm look like the fridge but you just had to wake up.”
Bucky’s thumb brushed over her bottom lip. “Did you and your friends buy a bunch of magnets when you were out?”
“I’m not telling you unless you let me decorate your arm.”
There was no way out of this one. Eventually Bucky was going to cave. He would’ve given her the whole damn moon if she had asked for it. Compared to that, covering his arm in magnets wasn’t going to do any harm. He nodded his head and Y/N instantly jumped off the bed. She grabbed the bag and moved back to sit on his chest.
Before starting with the magnets, Y/N leaned forward, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “I love you bucky,” she whispered and kissed him again.
He grumbled out a response, something along the lines of “love you too,” and Y/N began placing magnets up by his shoulder, starting with a turtle wearing sunglasses.
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petersspidey · 5 months ago
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Laundry Day
Summary: Y/N needs help carrying her laundry down to the laundry room and Bucky steps in to save the day. But he also has a load of his own ;)
Warnings: a lot of smut
Word Count: 3154 (its so long wtf)
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Sometimes you hated Tony.
Like when he was overly cocky, and almost ruining your missions but somehow coming out the hero. Or when he tells the team something you didn't want all of them to know.
But you have never hated him more than when he put the laundry in the basement of the Avengers compound. You argued with him when he was first building it. He put your room on the top floor in the furthest possible wing from the laundry and unlike almost all of the Avengers you did not have super strength. So carrying your laundry across the entire building and down eight flights was not exactly easy.
So every two weeks you would spend 15 minutes just getting your dirty laundry from your room down to the laundry room, cursing Tony's name every time.
So there you were, the second Sunday of every month leaving your room, with an overflowing basket of laundry in your hand. As soon as you opened your door it felt like you ran into a brick wall. You toppled backward landing on your ass, and you had completely dropped your basket. Your clothes had spilled everywhere.
You sighed, and looked up.
"Sorry, Y/N." Bucky said
He bent down, starting to help you pick up your clothes.
"It's ok," you sighed, joining him in placing everything back into the basket.
"What were you doing standing outside my room anyway?" you asked
"I wasn't standing outside your room … I just happened to be walking past right as you opened your door."
You laughed, "ok Buck. Whatever you say."
He huffed in frustration. You always knew how to get under his skin, but he also knew how to get under yours.
Bucky helped you pick up the last few items of your laundry, when he held up something in front of your face.
You black lace thong. Your eyes widened, and you quickly snatched it from his hands.
You quickly threw the last things into your basket, and stood up.
"Well, thanks for the help. I gotta go."
You tried to get out of there as quickly as possible. Your cheeks burning red over the fact that Bucky just had your dirty underwear in his hand. But, your basket once again held you back. You lifted it, but had to walk slowly, barely able to see over the top of the mountain of clothes.
"Do you need some help?" Bucky asked, watching you walk away
"Nope. I'm good," you yelled back.
Bucky eyed you for a second, before turning to walk away. You continued down the hall, slowly making your way to the elevator. After barely making it anywhere. You placed the basket down for a moment, resting your arms. You stretched your back, and before you could bend down again to scoop up your basket Bucky was standing beside you, reaching down to grab it.
"I said I didn't need help," you said
"Yeah, and as much fun as it was watching you struggle to carry this and need to take a break five seconds in, I figured I'd just lend you a hand," he said
"Well it's not my fault I'm not a supersoldier like you," you muttered
Bucky chuckled and started walking down the hall toward the elevator.
"You carry this by yourself every week? How do you go through so many clothes?" he asked
"Well, every other week. But, yes."
"And! This is not an abnormal amount of clothes for two weeks, thank you very much." you continued
"You know, if you did laundry every week you might not have such an issue getting down to the laundry room." Bucky said, smirking at you.
You rolled your eyes, "Whatever, Barnes."
"You're just upset because you know I'm right."
As you approached the elevator, you pressed the button and Bucky put your laundry down.
"Thanks, I think I've got it from here," you said.
The elevator doors opened, and once again, before you could grab your basket Bucky managed to get a hold of it first.
"Really, Bucky. It's ok I'll be fine from here."
"Are you forgetting about the long hallway downstairs?" He said, stepping onto the elevator with your clothes.
You huffed, and followed him on.
"I'm a big girl. I can do it myself."
The doors closed and you began to descend.
"Oh don't get your little lacy panties in a twist,  I wasn't doing anything else I don't mind giving you a hand." Bucky said, smirking at you, knowing exactly how you'd react.
Your face became red again.
"Don't talk about my underwear."
"If you don't want me talking about your underwear maybe you should move the hot pink g-string that you have sitting at the top of your basket."
You lightly gasp, and reach over, pulling the pair off the top and shoving them down the side of your basket.
Bucky chuckled again. Knowing he was embarrassing you.
The elevator stopped, and you both stepped off into the basement, heading down the long hall to the laundry room.
"You must've done something to make Tony mad if he put your room so far from the laundry."
"I'm fully convinced he just likes to cause me problems. He probably has FRIDAY watching me on the cameras. I do not doubt one bit that he laughs at me hauling this downstairs twice a month."
Bucky laughed at your statement.
You smiled back at him. You don't see him smile much. It was a good change.
You turn the corner with Bucky. You could see the laundry room door at the end of the hall now. The two of you walk silently until you reach the door. You open it, and Bucky walks in in front of you and places your basket full of clothes down in front of one of the washers.
"Thanks for helping me. Would've taken me twice as long to get down here if I was by myself."
"It's no problem. It's always fun to show off my strength to a pretty lady."
"Oh so I'm a pretty lady?" you teased
Bucky blushed.
You smirked, and opened the washing machine lid. You began loading your clothes in. Bucky stood near you, leaning on the dryer right beside.
"You don't have to wait down here with me," you told him
"I figured I'd just wait and walk back upstairs with you."
"It's really ok, Buck. I usually just hang out down here until my loads are done. It's only a 30 minute cycle."
"Well maybe I'll just hang out down here with you…" Bucky said, as if he was waiting for your permission.
"Sure, I guess. If you really want to."
You filled up one machine, and threw the detergent in, shutting the lid. You moved over to another machine and began putting in a second load.
You heard Bucky chuckling, and turned around to look at him.
"What?" you questioned
"You have so many clothes that you have to use two washing machines." He said, shaking his head.
You rolled your eyes, "Whatever Barnes. It's because unlike you, I don't wear the same Henley's and jeans every day."
"No, you wear different coloured thongs every day." he teased
You finished placing all the laundry in the machine, and left your basket on the floor.
You walked back toward where Bucky was standing and jumped up onto one of the empty machines, sitting on the lid.
"You really just sit down here on top of a dryer waiting by yourself? You know there's a table and chairs right there." Bucky said
"Usually, yeah. Sometimes I bring a book down, but it's nice and quiet down here…" you started
"Well, usually I'll sit on top of one of the washing machines that I'm using, and not the empty dryer," you added, knowing exactly what you were insinuating.
Bucky's eyes shot up to you. "What?" he asked, thinking he hadn't heard you right.
"You heard me." you confirmed
"Well, alright. So why aren't you sitting on one of those today?"
"Well, usually only something I do while I'm down here alone."
"Don't be shy, doll."
Something about the way Bucky said doll, made you squirm. You hesitated for a second before you got off the dryer, and walked toward the machine that you had just turned on, climbing on top of it. You sat, letting your legs hang over the edge, eyes on Bucky.
The vibrations from the machine were shooting through you, pulsating right to your center. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling. You could hear Bucky walking closer, he lightly spread your legs and stood in between them. You opened your eyes. Bucky's face was inches from yours. He leaned in closer, taking either side of your face in his hands. You expected his metal hand to be cold against your face, but it was almost as warm as his other.
He looked you in the eyes, before bringing your face towards his, pressing a sloppy kiss against your mouth (ok but think Endings, Beginnings kiss - his character with Shailene Woodly). You leaned into the kiss, opening your mouth more, allowing him to slide his tongue inside. You wrapped your legs around his back, pulling him as close to you as you possibly could. The vibrations from the machine, still sending pulses right to your core.
You could already feel yourself getting more wet by the second. Bucky's mouth on yours mixed with the feeling of the machine below you. You needed more. You ran your hands down Bucky's body, reaching underneath his shirt to feel his skin. Bucky ran his hands over you, one of his fingers grazing against you hard nipple poking through your shirt. You moaned into his kiss.
Bucky slid his hands under your shirt and began lifting it. You raised your arms over your head, allowing him to take your shirt off. You broke your kiss as he lifted your shirt over your head. He stared at your bare chest as he threw your shirt to the side. You pulled him close, shoving your lips back against his.
His hands roamed your bare back, holding you tight against him. He began kissing down your neck, toward your chest. You leaned back on your hands, allowing him easier access to your hard nipples.
You moaned, and allowed your head to fall back as he swirled his tongue around your breast. His hands fumbled with the buttons on your jeans, undoing the zipper. He pulled away, and urged you to lift up your bottom so he could rip your jeans from your legs.
He tossed them aside, and looked at you sitting in only your underwear. He smirked, seeing how wet they were.
"Granny panties?" he questioned
"Shut up, all my good pairs are in the laundry." you said, taking your panties off yourself, leaving you completely exposed. He stood, looking at you, enjoying the sight. You looked down and saw his cock fighting against the zipper of his jeans.
Bucky groaned before touching you.
"Lie down," he ordered, placing one hand on your chest, getting you to lie your back completely flat on the machine.
You twitched as your bare back hit the cold metal of the washer, before settling in.
You looked down at Bucky, just as he was bending over placing a long lick against your slit. You moaned loudly, not expecting him to do that. He looked up at you as he placed another lick, taking in your wetness.
He saw the look of ecstasy on your face and took it as a sign to keep going. He dove into your pussy, face first. You gasped, and arched your back, only pressing your wetness deeper into Bucky's face. Bucky teased you, leaving small, gentle strokes along your clit.
You wrapped your legs tight around his head, "stop teasing me," you begged
You could feel him smirk, "anything for you, doll."
Bucky began pressing his tongue harder against your clit. Moving it up, down, and in circles. You moaned loudly, your grip tightening on his hair.
The vibrations from the machine and his tongue on you were too much. You began thrusting up against his face. You wanted nothing more than him inside of you.
"Buck, please." you moaned
Bucky brought one of his hands up toward your breast. He kneaded it in his hand as his tongue dove around your pussy. He flicked your hard nipple between his fingers. You cried out in pleasure. You could feel your orgasm building.
"Don't stop, i'm so close," you whined out
Bucky didn't stop. He continued sucking on your clit until you could feel your walls come crashing down. You pulled on his har, and tighten your legs around his head as he continued through your orgasm.
When you finally calmed down, you slowly let your grip on him go. You were panting, lying back on the still vibrating washing machine, staring at the ceiling, taking in that feeling of ecstasy.
Bucky stood up and stared at you. He loved the sight of you. You were panting, cheeks red, a total mess. All for him.
Bucky looked around, thinking of how and where he was going to fuck you. He eyed the table.
"Get up, doll." he told you
You sat up, breathless, "Why,"
"Machine's too tall, beautiful. Can't fuck you up there."
Just hearing Bucky say that made your pussy twitch. He placed either hand on your hips and helped you down. You stood, leaning against the washing machine as Bucky began undressing in front of you.
He tossed his shirt to the side, and began taking his pants down. He stood in front of you in only his underwear.
"Take them off," you begged
Bucky gave you a smug look before pulling them down as well.
You moaned, just at the sight of him. You hadn't realized that the supersoldier serum would affect that part of him as well.
You moved toward him, taking his huge cock in your hand. You ran your finger over his tip, precum already leaking out
"Fuck," he muttered
"That's the idea," you said.
Bucky gripped your hips tight, shoving you toward the table in the corner of the room. He lifted you up and sat you down on the edge.
"Lean back, so I can shove my dick in you." he ordered
You obeyed. Lying flat on the table, bringing your heels up so they were resting on the table as well. You kept your eyes on Bucky, he traced his finger up and down between your folds. You twitched at the smallest touch.
"Please," you whined
Bucky grinned at you, before taking his cock in his hand, and lightly brushing it up against you.
Bucky lined himself up with your entrance, and slowly slid inside. You cried out in pleasure the deeper he got. You felt so tight with his massive cock. You watched Bucky push the rest of himself in. He shot his head back, mouth open, moaning loudly.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he said breathlessly
You both stayed still, taking in the feeling of Bucky stretching you out. He pulled you closer to him, taking either of your legs and putting them over his shoulders. When he pulled you tight against him, you could feel him get even deeper inside of you.
Bucky slowly began to rock in and out of you. The feeling overwhelming. You couldn't hold in your moans. Never had it felt so good to have someone so close and so deep inside of you.
You shot your hand down to your clit, moving it slowly between your fingers as Bucky began to pick up his pace. You already knew it wasn't going to take much for you to come again, especially with how Bucky was moving in and out of you.
Bucky slowed his pace, sliding out of you, and then pushing back in hard. You circled your clit harder as he continued thrusting in and out.
He pushed in, and you moaned hard, arching your back.
"Right there, don't stop." you said
Bucky kept his pace, thrusting in and out. He knew you were close to coming again.
"Such a good girl," he said to you
Hearing Bucky call you that was enough. You circled your clit twice more before your walls came crashing down. Your other hand gripped the side of the table.
"Oh my god,"
Your pussy twitched around his dick, but he didn't stop moving. He continued fucking you through your orgasm.
You groaned, knowing if he kept going like this another orgasm wouldn't be far behind. Both your arms were spread, gripping different ends of the table. Bucky brought his hand down to your clit. Running his thumb over it, over, and over, and over again.
Bucky rocked his hips into you, thrusting hard and fast. You moaned every time you felt him hit deep inside of you, his thumb still running over your clit. Your walls clenched against his dick once more. That was exactly what he needed. Bucky threw his head back, pulling himself out of you, spurting his come all over your stomach.
Bucky stood in front of you, letting your legs fall from his shoulders. you were still lying back on the table. Both of you stayed silent, trying to catch your breath.
The washing machine began to sing.
"Guess you got three loads done today," Bucky joked, cracking a small grin, looking down at you.
"Oh my god." you said, rolling your eyes at his awful joke.
Bucky held out his hand to you, offering to help you off the table. You grabbed his hand, and stood up. Your faces were only a few inches from each other.
"We should probably clean you up," Bucky said, not taking his eyes off of you.
You sighed, as Bucky turned away to grab you a towel from across the room.
You cleaned yourself off, and you both got dressed again. Bucky stayed with you as you switched your laundry from the washing machines into the dryers, 100% eyeing your ass as you bent over.
"Ever sit on top of the dryer?" Bucky joked.
"Too hot," you answered, laughing slightly.
You walked toward Bucky, he was sitting in one of the chairs at the table. He grabbed your hand pulling you close to him. You sat down on his lap, and he gripped your face with one of his hands, placing a long kiss on your lips.
"Maybe I should start helping you with your laundry every week," he stated
"Every other week," you corrected.
"No, darling. Every week."
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angrythingstarlight · 23 days ago
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On My Tongue
Summary: Baker Bucky is particular about what he eats but once he discovers how sweet you are, he becomes insatiable. Now he only wants one thing on his tongue.
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Pairing: Chubby Baker Bucky x reader
Warnings: Smut, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, size kink, praise kink (Bucky and reader), no minors, 18+ only, Chubby Bucky.
A/N: This got away from me. As always do not copy, repost, translate, or rewrite my fics. Even if you credit me. Please comment, like and reblog, I love that.
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One of these days, you're going to remember how insatiable your boyfriend gets before you end up a trembling wreck under him.
Some day you'll learn not to deny him.
Today is not that day.
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Bucky may be chubby but he’s also an impressive 6’4". Actually, he’s 6’4"and a half, cause every inch counts Peach, something he loves to remind you. Not that you can forget.He easily towers over you, his long arms wrapping around you, pulling you into his soft belly, lifting you off your feet without even trying. He makes you feel small and cherished.
And of course there are other reasons why you can't forget just how big Bucky is.
He’s accidentally broken two headboards since you started dating and he screwed up up the seat in your car when he shoved it all the way back to make room for his legs. It’s okay though he bought you new ones. A headboard and a car.
He can see the way you look at him whenever he does something that reveals how strong he is. His praise kink awakening more and more every time you tell him how good is he, and how helpful he is. How much you need him, how much you appreciate him. He loves it, thriving off it, he wants to please you and make you as happy as you make him.
Whenever you praise him, you have no idea how close he is to snapping and fucking you over the kitchen table until his cum is dripping out of you and you’re nothing but a wheezing, fucked out mess.
Bucky’s trying so hard to maintain his control, he’s normally so composed- well he was until he got a taste of you. You brought out these impulses, animalistic urges that demand he make you scream his name, pin you down and fuck you until he’s given you every ounce of pleasure he can.
Something about you makes him want to ruin you so thoroughly you’ll end up addicted to him. The same way he’s addicted to you.
Then one night, it happened.
Your sweet chubby baker lost control.
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It's your typical movie night, the living room dim and quiet, a few takeout containers on the coffee table, all that’s missing is the remote. You ask Bucky if he can look under the couch while you search the rest of the room. You’re mid-sentence when you feel yourself sliding down, your side bumping into the armrest. Bewildered, you look around trying to figure out what’s going, your heart stops and a shuddery, excited gasp slips through your lips.
Bucky’s lifting the couch. With one hand. With you still sitting on it.
You weren’t expecting him to do that. His massive biceps flexing as he bends his head until you can only see his small neat ponytail. The sheer masculinity of it makes you want to mewl.
“I don’t think it’s under here, Peach,” he said casually, not even out of breath, meanwhile you’re panting as you cling to the arm of the couch. Arousal flaring to life in your belly, spreading across you like wildfire.
Your entire body is getting warmer by the second. Fuck, fuck fuck you want him, right now, fuck the movie, you want, no this more than wanting, you need to fuck Bucky. He lifts the couch even higher, and a fresh wave of slick pours out you, drenching your already ruined panties, you’re so wet you nearly slide off the cushion, your thighs clenching as you gawk at him.
Bucky lifts his head, a smile on his face, about to ask you if you want him to look anywhere else. He forgets how to speak, his mouth going dry at the feral, needy look in your pretty eyes. He’s torn between blushing and wanting to impress you even more.
Then you did it.
You pushed him over the edge.
Rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, you release it with a whimper. The sound shooting straight through him, his cock hardening the more you stare at him.
“Bucky,” the way you sigh his name has his heart hammering in his ribcage. “I-“ you swallow twice, “Fuck baby you’re so-“ you groan incoherently, crawling up the couch, you loop one arm around his neck and kiss him. A passionate, deep kiss, his eyes fluttering shut, your tongue sweeping into his mouth. He drops the couch, grabbing you around your waist before you could fall with it.
To this day you can’t remember how the two of you made it to the bedroom, he ripped your clothes off you, his hands and lips everywhere before tossing you on the bed. He was on you in an instant, pushing you on top of him until your thighs were tight around his head, riding his face frantically as you chase your high, your fingers rolling your nipples, pleasure pulsating in your veins with each firm stroke of his tongue.
All your soft moans and pleas for him not to stop makes him more eager to eat your sweet pussy like a starving man, his sloppy, wild long licks in between his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking you so fiercely your vision blurred.
After your second orgasm pulses through you, it becomes too much, you don’t think you can handle another one, you’re too sensitive. You fall forward, clutching the sheets as you try to pull away from his rapacious mouth.
“Bucky please, I can’t cum-I can’t-again,” you know you weren’t making sense but you can’t think with his tongue furiously twisting around your clit.
He merely grunts something in your cunt and he grabs your hips and rolls them over his face. His tongue flattening over your clit, determined to get every last drop of your juices in his mouth. You’re his favorite dessert and he’s going to eat until there’s nothing left.
“Oh shit,” you cry, biting your fist as Bucky sucks your swollen clit even harder, his large hands guiding your cunt over his face until you gush all over him. “Please, Bucky, please-fuck”
You manage to twist away when he lets go of your hip to slap your ass after your fourth-maybe fifth-orgasm is ruthlessly pulled out of you by his brilliant tongue.
The second you flop on your back, you know you may have fucked up because he growls under his breath, reaching for you. Bucky sits up, his lust-blown pupils raking over your quivering body. He tilts his head, his neck cracking, the soft crunch making you jump as you see your slick drip off his face onto his chest.
“Peach,” he said, his tone deceptively calm, his eyes wild and frenzied. “I wasn’t done eating my pussy.”
“Bucky-,” you rasp, pushing yourself further up the bed. “I can’t cum again.”
He tilts his head, a roguish smile forming on his handsome face. “See you don’t think you can but-,” he chuckles softly. Bucky’s hand closes around your ankle and he gently tugs you down the bed, “-my pussy, she’s a good girl who cums when I tell her to cum.” His large, heavy body falls over yours, pushing you into the mattress. You’re completely surrounded by him, all you can feel are the soft sheets on your back and Bucky on top of you.
Your traitorous pussy throbs, clenching at his words, you’ve never seen him so worked up and it makes you even wetter. Part of you wonders what happened to your shy baker, the rest of you screaming to shut up and spread your thighs for him, let him do whatever the fuck he wants to you.
Bucky feels you get more excited, his nose brushing over your throat as he pushes his belly into you. “See, Peach, she wants me to take care of her the way she deserves, stretch her out so good you’ll swear I’m still inside her days from now.”
Its innate, the way your body responds to him, in this moment, all you of belongs to him and you both know it.
“You want that Peach, don’t you? You want me to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”
The muscles in his warm, firm chest move over your sensitive pebbled nipples, his legs tangled over yours as his calloused palms sweep up your arms, pushing your hands above your head. Bucky wraps his large hand around both your wrists, his other hand snaking between your bodies, he lines himself up with you and sinks into you. “
“Yes, I do, I do Bucky,” you wantonly gasp, his thick cock stretching your tight cunt, the weight of his body keeping you in place makes him seem even bigger, feeling every ridge and vein moving deeper and deeper in you, “oh god, oh go-fuck,” you cry.
He hooks his arm under your leg, opening you up even more before putting his entire weight on you. You can’t move and you love it. The way he’s controlling you, his body caging in you. Bucky snaps his hips into yours, his cock driving into you. His languid, steady pace feels incredible but it’s not enough, each deliberate thrust makes you want more. You need more, the deep ache in your cunt getting worse the slower he moves. “Please Bucky,” you whine, trying to move your hips but you can’t even circle them.
“I thought you couldn’t cum again, Peach?” He teases, nipping your collarbone, his wet tongue soothing the sting.
You yank your hands, his light grip around your wrists is unbreakable, you can't belive how much that turns you on.
“Bucky, let me cum, I need it,” you sob, not caring how desperate you sound. “I need you, please Bucky, you feel so good,” Bucky stiffens at your words-your praise- and everything clicks into place.
Gazing in his deep blue eyes, you unleash praise after praise, setting off a visceral, nearly primal response, the way he reacts to your honeyed words, his hips moving faster, faster, faster, until he's pounding into you, the wet squelch of your cunt echoing in his ears, sensations unfurling inside you, climbing over each other, clouding your mind with bliss.
You still can’t move, taking each deep, precise, relentless stroke, sliding up the bed until your hands are touching the headboard, the wooden frame crashing into the wall, the bed shaking and creaking.
“Bucky, good, you’re so good, right there, Bucky, don’t stop, god doesn’t stop,” you wail, your nails digging into your palms, consumed by pure ecstasy. Bucky swears he won’t, he can’t stop, not when you’re screaming his name so sweetly, his hips moving instinctively, his cock barely leaving your warmth before plunging back in.
He almost laughs when you sob more praise in his ear, your frantic cries send a shiver down his back. He wishes you could experience how amazing your cunt feels wrapped around him, warm and silky and drenched, he could spend the rest of his life buried inside you. ‘
But he wants you to cum.
Now.
You’re so close it hurts, the knot in your belly winding faster until you can’t breathe, Bucky knows you’re on the edge, he can tell by the way your eyes are glazing over, your walls greedily clamping down over him, trying to keep him inside.
“Cum for me, be a good girl, and give it to me.” Bucky slides his large hand under your ass, lifting you up, his cock going deeper, harder, and he hits your soft spongy patch just right, striking it repeatedly until you’re seeing stars, the knot unraveling, pleasure rapidly spiraling through you.
“Good girl, that’s it, make a mess of my cock, there ya go,” he says, watching your mouth go slack, his name strangled on your tongue. “I know, I know, Peach, I got ya, let go for me.” Bucky fucks you through, his lips slotting over yours, the wet salacious sounds of skin slapping reverberating across the room, over the faint crack of the headboard splintering in pieces.
You feel so fucking good, tears burn your eyes as the knot forms again before your first orgasm ends, his hips vulgarly pounding into yours until you fall apart again and then again coaxing you through each one until you’re only able to whimper something that vaguely resembles his name.
“So proud of you pretty girl, that’s what I wanted. But I’m not done with you. Should have just let me finish, Peach,” Bucky tsks.
His words drift through the dull roar in your ears, you shake your head, mumbling out a huh.
Letting go of your wrists, Bucky places his weight on his elbows, cool air rushing between your heated bodies, you take a deep breath in, moaning softly as he slips out of you. Bucky kisses his way down your body, his tongue lapping at your salt-tinged skin until he’s above your cunt.
You blearily glance down at him. “Wha-?”
“Oh Peach, you know I'm insatiable.” He says, his teasing tone breaking through your post-orgasmic haze. His darkened blue eyes flicker up to your hands still above your head, following his gaze, you try to bring them down but you’re too weak to move. "Let's see you run now."
He waits until the realization that he did this on purpose dawns in your widening eyes. Bucky places his hands on your sweat-laced thighs, spreading them apart. He smirks, his tongue sweeping across his bottom lip.
“Told you. I wasn’t done eating my pussy.”
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buckybarnesdiaries · 6 months ago
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wakanda
bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.
Steve gives you Bucky's dog tags for a reason.
word count: 2.4k (lol, sorry)
warnings/tags: none. bucky being a cutie.
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“Welcome to Wakanda, agent (Y/N)”.
A second after you crossed their airspace, you were courteously greeted. The views from your ship were indescribable. Peace invaded you just at the sight of the open fields and the warm colors of autumn. You could get used to that place too. To live in calm, work hand-to-hand with Shuri, and have time to spend it with Bucky. The reason why you were flying there. Removing your right hand from the control and grabbing in a fist the dog tags hanging on your chest, you took a deep breath while closing your eyes before getting ready to land. T’Challa was waiting for you at the entry of his kingdom, accompanied by his excited little sister and some of his guards.
Pressing a sequence of buttons above your head, to pull the control back, the ship went down slowly folding its wings. As you landed and turned off the engineers, you freed yourself from the seatbelt and the huge headphones to step out. Shuri received you with a friendly hug, breaking protocol and being just Shuri. You built a strong relationship since you met a year ago, when you brought Bucky to that beautiful and magical place, to let him recover. To let him rest.
“Your highness”. You uttered to T’Challa crossing your forearms in the traditional salutation of Wakanda.
“Agent (Y/N)”. He corresponded walking closer. “The white wolf asked me to let you know he wouldn’t want to be… bothered with visits today”.
You couldn’t help but frown. The last time you saw him was around three months ago. You usually interchanged letters from week to week, being one of the fewer persons he trusted in. And it wasn’t just a question of trust. Steve told you about his feelings, his shyness, and insecurities, his fears. What Bucky didn’t know, again, it wasn’t a question of trust from you either. That’s why the Captain gave you the dog tags, after more than thirteen years under custody. You wanted to see him, to know if he was happy there as he wrote you in his letters one million times.
“He doesn’t wear his arm here”. Shuri clarified, taking a position close to his brother.
By the look on their faces, you were aware of two things. One, they noticed too that something was growing between Bucky and you, and that it wasn’t a simple friendship. Two, they weren’t going to stop you. Oh, quite the opposite. They’d bring you to him on a golden platter and a big red bow on your head. The king beckoned a hand to urge you to follow him to the inside of the building and use one of their ships to fly above the place to the white wolf’s location.
You were nervous. You didn’t sleep more than a couple of hours last night thinking about him and how he’d react to having back his tags since the forties. Your eyes were focused throughout the window on your left, watching different citizens taking care of animals and plantations, children running from one side to another, playing and having fun. Oblivious to the horror of New York, where you resided. One of the cities in the world with the highest rates of street violence. Serial killers or simply killers, rapists, kidnappers, drug dealers (...). It was a minefield and Wakanda seemed and felt like Heaven.
“Did you think about the offer?” Shuri nudged you to push you back to reality, turning your head towards her.
“Since you dropped it to me”.
“So?”
“I…” You needed to put away your gaze again, focusing on the blue opened sky in front of them. “I want… to consult him first if you don’t mind”.
“Of course, (Y/N)”.
“I don’t want to put his world upside down, now that he’s not the…” You couldn’t finish the sentence. You couldn’t pronounce that detestable nickname and the pain beneath it.
Shuri nodded in silence, not needing your explanations. She knew how you felt. She understood you. The talk didn’t continue, stretching your right hand on your lap to calm your nerves and make you comfortable with the situation. The flight didn’t last longer than five or ten minutes, losing the track of time deep in your thoughts. The pilot indicated to you through the headphones that you were about to land, glancing at a complex of small houses in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees and wilderness.
You were the last one jumping outside with your hand grabbing the tags on your chest, trying to find the encouragement there to follow T’Challa’s hand pointing at a man working with goats and collecting hay for them. Licking your lips and assenting with your chin, you guided your steps towards him. Slowly. As if you wanted to turn around at some point. But you knew it was too late when he was the one turning at the sound of your heavy boots cracking the grass under them.
Bucky didn’t look annoyed for your visit, nor the lack of attention to his petition. Although there was something in his pale blue orbs you weren’t able to decipher, until he bowed down his head unconsciously to his left shoulder covered by a dark fabric matching his eyes. You had to do your best to not roll yours, shortening the distance setting you apart. You had been dreaming about that encounter since the last time you were there before Shuri accessed the darkest place of his mind and cleaned it from any trail of HYDRA. Now, he was free. And he looked in good condition as the bags under his eyes had disappeared and his hair was almost tied with a bun. His cheeks seemed a little more chubby and you just wanted to pinch them. But it’d be weird and out of place. For the time being.
Bit by bit, a sweet smile widened in your lips, curving them as Bucky stared at you again when he was conscious that you didn’t care. With or without a metal arm, your feelings were exactly the same. You couldn’t admire him more than you were admiring him at this point. You couldn’t love him more than you loved him already. And God was a witness of how many times you practiced to confess to him and tell him that the only thing you wanted in life was to be by his side. Bring happiness to his days, bring him peace and harmony.
“I'm sorry…” “I brought you…”
You two spoke at the same time, breaking in a soft giggle that jumped your hearts in complete sync.
“You first”. He let you, waving his hand.
“I… brought you something”. You susurrated, loosening the grip around the metal hanging on your chest to take off the necklace.
You noticed the way his eyes widened in surprise and confusion. Why did you have them? Who gave them to you? Why now? Bucky gulped watching you stretching the dog tags between your fingers towards him. He didn’t know what to do, taking a second before he was able to react. He couldn’t remember when was the last time he saw them, and the amount of memories they gave him overwhelmed his whole brain.
In slow motion narrowing his eyes, Bucky held the chain with two fingers to hang the necklace from it. You thought he was about to wear them, but he destabilized you as he directed his hands to above your head, to place them where they were an instant before. You didn’t understand. Didn’t he want them back?
“I want you to keep it”.
“But…”
“I want you to have something mine”. Bucky recognized with a shy smile decorating his lips. “Those tags and my arm are the only things I have from my past. And… I won’t give you my arm…”
“Well, I bet it’d look good hanging from my neck”. You jocked tilting your head.
In his gift, you found the encouragement you needed to talk about T’Challa’s job offer. It wasn’t as if you were proposing to him, in the end, you were just friends even if it felt quite the opposite. You licked your upper lip, kissing your teeth after it, earning more than his attention.
“Shuri said, uh… I could come here, work with her. We’d do great things together, not only for Wakanda but for the world”.
Bucky’s gesture didn’t change a single inch, focused on the nervousness you were trying to hide from him and reading the reasons beneath.
“So T’Challa offered me to stay here”.
“Permanently?”
“Yeah… Permanently”. You assented pressing your lips, breathing through your nostrils.
“Did you accept?”
“Not yet. Not until talking to you about”.
He nodded then a couple of times, turning to the goats behind him coming closer. “Got to finish some stuff… Maybe we can talk later about it unless you have to leave”.
“No, no. I, uh… asked for the day off. Banner didn’t need me at the lab today”.
“Okay, good”.
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While the king was showing you the new level for research and investigations, Bucky took the advantage to go and find Shuri without your knowledge. He found her in the surroundings of the main building, working on your ship as you said it made some kind of random noise that put you out of your nerve during the flight.
“I need my arm”.
The princess squatted close to the left wing, turned at him without standing up. Pulling her sunglasses to the top of his head, she raised an eyebrow.
“For what”.
“You know for what”. He clicked his tongue, placing his hand on his left shoulder.
“No, I don’t”. She lied while cleaning the grass and oil in her expert fingers.
“I need to have two arms”.
“You’ve been working the last months with one arm only. Why do you need it now?”
“C’mon… Argh…” Bucky rubbed his face with boredom. “I want to hug her, okay? Can you just… give me back my damn arm?”
“Not enough reasons, you can hug her using your right”.
“I want to have two hands when I kiss her”. He finally confessed in a hiss, provoking a triumphant smile growing on Shuri’s lips.
“If you lie to me, if you don’t kiss her, Sergeant Barnes… I’ll code it to punch your face”.
“Wait…” Bucky wrinkled his nose drawing a horrified gesture on his face, as he turned his blue eyes towards his left shoulder. “Can you… do that?”
“Try me”.
No, of course she couldn’t, but he didn’t know. Which were a good push for him to not go against her and her petition.
“C’mon. I’ll set it up and help you to put it on”.
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Your eyes were traveling from one picture to another. He put some of them around his small house and it looked better now. More like a home. A place to stay. And for a second you felt a twinge straight in your heart when you noticed one photograph of the two of you, close to his bed. It was after your first mission together. Steve insisted on taking it, after noticing the sparkles between you. But you didn’t know he brought it to Wakanda with him, as your copy is on your nightstand too. And you used to fall asleep every night looking at it.
The curtain being moved and some steps in pulled you out from your thoughts, turning to find Bucky staring in silence at you. Your orbs landed on the metal arm. It was different too since the last time you saw it, with golden strips forming between the silver ones. You couldn’t help but sigh.
“You didn’t need to…”
“Yes, I did. I did need it”. He interrupted you, breathing through his parted lips and his heart about to fly off from his chest.
“Why?”
“Because, otherwise, I couldn’t do this”.
You were about to ask what he was referring to, watching him breaking the distance between the two of you in three fast strides. You closed your eyes at the moment his hands held your neck and Bucky slammed his lips on yours. The kiss, the contrast of cold and warmth on your skin, the everlasting longing for it to happen… All of this caused you to gasp, tangling the tunic at the height of his chest in your fists, not wanting him to take a step back. Your mouths fit perfectly without looking for it, made for each other, as he secured his fingers on the back of your neck. And you felt your knees weak when he pecked your lips one more time, before caressing your nose with his, not being able to open your eyes. Neither of you.
“I don’t have the right… to ask for anything”. He babbled. His insecurities coming afloat even if you hadn’t pushed him away. “But… I want you to stay here. With me. I… I don’t have much to offer you, but I promise to make you happy”.
At this point, your eyes were filled with tears, strongly closing your eyelids to not let them fall. You swallowed a sob, moving your hands from his chest to his middle back, embracing him tighter as you could.
“You’ve been making me happy since we met, Bucky”.
He chuckled breathless, intuiting he was too at the edge of his crying because of that affirmation.
“Every Tuesday, I wait at the stairs of my apartment for the mail, for your letters. I’ve… read them so many times I can recite them… by heart. Every word you've written to me”.
“I will continue writing them for you, even if you stay with me”.
Your voices were low, barely audible out of his place. Like secrets. Bucky kissed you again, bending enough to raise you by the back of your thighs and urge you to surround his waist with your legs. The dog tags on your chest clicked against the other, as you moved your arms to his shoulders and neck, and you were unable to stop kissing him. You two could die right now and not be bothered because you were finally together, and that was all you deserved in life.
“Tell me you will stay… please”. His beg brushed your lips, still pecking them between syllable and syllable.
“I will…” You replied without hesitating as you could, eager to correspond to every gesture from him. “I will stay with you”.
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buckyhoney · 2 months ago
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐛.𝐛
a/n: this is one of my favorites & it was inspired by the endings beginnings gif set
pairing: bartender!bucky x reader
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18+ warning
warnings: 18+, language, oral (m & f), fingering, unprotected sex, fluff, sorry for any missed typos
words: 3.4k
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The bar has cleared out from its peak hours. All that is left are: the regulars, a few college kids playing darts, and a newly single girl sitting alone at a small booth in the corner.
You stare blankly at your empty glass, spinning it slowly in your hands. The glass has been empty for quite some time- you desperately want to get more, but your body felt glued to the booth cushion.
The alcohol has worn off and all that is left is the light fog around the front of your head.
With all the strength you can muster, you scoot off the booth with the glass barely hanging from your fingers. You sniffle and take a deep breath before walking to the near-empty bar.
Plopping yourself down on one of the stools, you wait patiently for the bartender to get to you.
He has been refilling you all night- you’re surprised he hasn’t cut you off.
He watched you the whole night to make sure you weren’t going to get out of hand- but you never reached the “security come to get her”.
Just sat in the booth the whole night, dressed in your black skirt and a graphic t-shirt that's tucked into the sides- with your hair pulled away from your face.
You intrigued him every time you came in- coming in happy as can be, ordering fruity cocktails. It all turns to shit the moment the man, who he assumes is was your boyfriend, comes in. That's when the sweet fruity cocktails turned to the bitter taste of whiskey.
The same man was with you earlier, but he had left in a fury a couple of hours ago. This interaction wasn’t the first time he saw him leave like this.
He caught glimpses of the sour relationship throughout the months, as this bar is was “your spot”. He thought how much of an asshole the guy was when he’d leave like that, sometimes in the middle of you talking.
His blood would boil at the sight, wishing you’d leave him already- growing protective whenever you'd come in, security on stand by every time.
When the man left, you wouldn't drink much after- only sit for an hour or two. Based on the unusual amount of whiskey you consumed tonight, he assumed there was a breakup.
From years of experience, he knew not to cut off someone freshly broken up with. There were rules he had set for situations like this.
Number one: do not comment about what is wrong.
Number two: do not go past the bar (including helping to the car or walking home).
Number three: do not kiss or flirt.
Number four: do NOT by any means, take a girl home.
With the experience, he knew to never break these rules- it would lead to unnecessary yelling and people hysterically crying.
You were handling the loss of the relationship much differently than previous customers. From the months of watching from the sidelines, he had a desire to comfort you.
You didn’t cry- not really, just sat in the booth downing glasses of the cheapest whiskey the bar offered. Every now and then your eyes fill with tears, but that’s when the whiskey would come into play- prolonging the sulking session.
Nonetheless, he watched you made sure nobody messed with you, and left you to cope on your own.
“Refill?” He asks, bringing the bottle to the counter and twisting the bottle cap off.
“Water, please.” You lightly shake your head.
“Whiskey’d out?” The glass fills and you take it, not bothering to make eye contact with him.
“Uhm, yeah,” A faint smile appearing and disappearing.
He looks at you- your eyes are red from the strain. Sitting quietly, you sip the glass of water.
There is a mental battle going on inside his head. Debating back and forth about breaking his rules, but his mouth is faster than his brain.
Number one: Do NOT comment about what is wrong.
“For what it’s worth, he seemed like a dick.” Giving in, he says, attempting to cheer you up, but you are caught off guard by the comment.
You didn’t think he was paying attention to the events that happened at the booth. Glancing up at him, you finally pay attention to the man who has been supporting your drinking habits.
He wears a red and black plaid shirt with a black t-shirt underneath and you could faintly smell his cologne from where you were sitting. His hair is tossed about and facial hair covering his jawline.
You are mesmerized by the sight in front of you.
“He is, but I'm the idiot that keeps going back.” Mumbling defeated, you finish the glass of water.
Beginning the spinning again, zoning out on the empty glass.
“But… I think this time is for real,” You add.
Raising an eyebrow, he tilts his head in confusion.
“Cheated.” Anger builds in the pit of his stomach as he nods along.
“His loss.” He brings the water tap to the glass, stopping the spinning.
You let your grip on the glass go, letting him refill it.
Your eyes flutter to his, taken back by how icy they look. He breaks the focus by putting the tap back down. He holds out his hand-
“James, but people call me Bucky.” You hesitantly shake his hand. His palms are smooth, the grip soothing you.
Swallowing hard, you pull away.
“Y/N.” You give your best smile you could manage.
Bucky smiles back before tending to the other customers. You watch him pour fruity drinks into glasses and laugh with the others.
He is charismatic, but not over the top. It’s a natural charm he has, one that’s captivating. He is whipping away the fallen liquid and crumbs from the counter. The smell of the grease had eased, leaving you to assuming closing time is soon. The college kids have left, leaving the dart vacant.
The regulars are finishing their drinks, before throwing a five-dollar bill down before disappearing outside. Meaning the only person left is the newly single girl.
Every now and then, Bucky glances at you while he cleans up.
The bar closed almost fifteen minutes ago, but he didn’t mind the company. His managers and co-workers leave him, but not without reminding you to lock up and kick the girl out.
He had no plans of kicking you out till he is finished. The TVs are playing reruns of friends.
Glimpses of a smile would appear when a comedic scene would come on. Bucky wished he had seen it more, but it would fade like the fruitiness of the drinks.
“Oh god, I didn’t even realize you guys closed. I’m so sorry-“
You frantically getting up from the stool when you see Bucky locking the front doors.
“You’re alright to stay longer if you want,”
The truth is you didn’t want to leave because the moment you leave, you know you’ll be forced to face reality.
“I don’t want you to have to stay longer than you have to.”
He shakes his head, pulling out another small glass.
Filling it with water as well,
“I don’t mind the company.”
The words fell from his lips making your stomach flutter.
Number two: Do not go past the bar (including helping to the car or walking home).
Bucky scrunches his dirty apron that hung around his waist. Tossing it in the hamper that stays by the entrance to the kitchen.
You tense up as he takes a seat next to you. Bucky smiles gesturing to cheers your glasses. You smile nervously, clinking the glasses before bringing it to your lips.
Resting the cup on the counter, he is staring at you- mesmerized by your beauty, even in the aftermath of a disaster night.
You’re avoiding eye contact as you are flushed. He chuckles at the reaction. You go to hide your face in your hands but being cut off by the gentle sound of Bucky’s voice.
“Don’t hide, you look great.”
This only furthers your desire to hide behind the tallest wall you could find. The real truth is that you haven’t been looked at like that in so long.
Your ex only looks at you like a prize he has won, showing you off like a trophy. This gaze was soft and admiring. You manage to look back at him with a soft grin, the first time one this genuine appears across your lips.
“Are you okay?” The smile fades from your lips.
Bucky’s face scrunches with concern. You take a deep breath and begin to talk about the break-up.
Bucky intently listens as you begin to vent about the severity of the break-up. He had cheated throughout the whole relationship, gaslighting you whenever you’d bring it up. Making you believe this next go-around would be better, he’d stop the affair, he’d stop lying- all the make you stay.
None of them were true promises, because weeks later he’d be back in a random girl’s bed.
You explain the insane reasons you stay, and this brings Bucky to an unusually heated level. Normally when people would use him as a free therapist while bartending, he wouldn’t be this emotionally attached to the events.
Bucky wanted to find him and beat him to a bloody pulp by the end of the story. If he had known how badly you were treated by him, he would have spoken up at previous nights.
“You’re too good for him anyway. Fuck him.”
Bucky’s tone comes across as more aggressive than he wanted it to. You crack a smile at the protectiveness. It was nice to have someone to be protective for once.
“I don’t know…” Your voice is soft and just below a whisper.
When you look back at Bucky, his bottom lip is tucked under the top. He bites back the urge to cup your face and press his lips against yours.
Showing you how you should truly be treated. Making you feel like you’re worthy of every good thing in the world. His eyes are pleading and yours are begging for him to do something.
You wish for him to take your mind off your shit ex. Wanting to forget the shit evening you had experienced. You need his soft lips against yours. The two of you stare into each other’s eyes. Knowing you both want the same thing, his gaze drifts to your lips.
Bucky leans in closer to you. Your breath hitches, begging with your eyes that he’d bring his lips to you.
Number three: do not kiss or flirt.
He takes the side of your face in his hand, fingers resting just below your ear. Bucky’s thumb rubbing lightly against the corner of your mouth. He watches your lips slowly part. His thumb runs over your bottom lip, before licking his own. Your chest is heavier and the amount of self-control you were exhibiting should be awarded.
Bucky takes one last breath before bringing his lips to meet yours. His tongue slipping so effortlessly into yours. Colliding against yours hungry and desperate.
Your eyes are tightly shut and your body aching to be against his. Bucky's lips pull apart from yours, leaving the two of you panting. It is quiet for a moment, the two of you mentally decide the pros and cons of what is about to happen if you continue.
You bring your lips back to his, more eager. This time, Bucky’s other hand is brought to the other side pulling you up and out of your seat. One hand moves from your cheek to your waist, guiding it back toward the pool table.
“Jump.” Bucky breathlessly mumbles against your lips.
His hands leave the sides of your face, assisting you. You are roughly placed on the green felt, letting your legs spread open for Bucky to move between them. You are washed over by the guilt of using him. You pull away from the kiss using your palm as a barrier between your bodies.
“What’s wrong?” Bucky is quick to back away in fear he hurt you in some way.
“I don’t want to use you.”
His facial expression changes.
“You’re not using me- I just want to make you feel good if you want to stop-“
That is all the confirmation you need from him before you reach and pull him back between your legs. Bucky brings his hand back to the side of your face, cupping it rougher than before. His other falls to your waist, scooting you closer to the edge of the table.
You grip the edge of the pool table, digging your nails into the felted edges. His fingers are searching desperately for the edge of your skirt.
Bucky finds the end and slides his palm along your thigh, slipping underneath the fabric. Your breath hitches and a quiet whimper falls from your lips. You break away from the kiss looking down as his palm lifts the fabric up.
Bucky drops down in front of you, pressing his lips against your leg. He peppers kisses on the inside of your leg, not breaking eye contact with you.
The intimacy of eye contact is foreign to you- intimacy is foreign. Passion is foreign. Watching a man worship your body is foreign. This is an experience unmatched by anyone you’ve been with, especially for someone who you barely know.
His kisses are innocent till he reaches your inner thigh. His eyes are darker than before, you watch in awe as he doesn’t leave a piece of skin uncovered in a kiss. Bucky held the sides of your hips as he began to trail kisses closer and closer to your clothed heat. He wants you to feel better. He wants you to know that someone is willing to treat you like you’re supposed to.
“Do you want me to stop?” He breaths, ready to devour you.
You shake your head, granting him full access to your heat. It began aching the moment Bucky dragged his finger over the covered area.
You try and steady your breathing but watching him focus so intently on you made it harder for you to breathe. He becomes eye level with your heat. While licking his lips, he tugs on the band of your panties.
You gently lift, allowing them to be slid off in a swift motion. The cool air hitting the moist area sending shivers down your spine.
“Shit,” Your voice is soft and quiet, as Bucky's tongue dips in between your folds- tasting your arousal.
It is a taste he could easily become addicted to if he wasn’t careful. A craving that will sneak up on him at any hour of the day.
“So sweet,” His stubble grazes your inner thigh adding to the sensation that is unfolding.
His tongue is warm, soothing the chill. He is licking up all the juices that are leaking from you. Your soft whines encourage him to lick around your clit. He is teasing you every time he reaches it and pulls back down.
One hand finds a rake through his hair, tugging lightly for him to continue. Bucky's lips work their magic, licking you all up. Gliding between your folds. His lips stop at the top of your heat and he uses his fingers to spread you open, revealing your clit.
It is calling his name and Bucky's thumb rubs small figure eights around the sensitive nerve, warming it up. You’re shocked at the motion, whimpering.
“Please, stop teasing,” You whine,
“Whatever you say, baby,”
His lips close around the nerve, sucking lightly at the flesh. His fingers push into your heat, soaked in your juices. Your mouth falls open and a string of curses escape. He hums against your heat swirling his tongue around your clit.
His fingers move faster, curling every few strokes. Hitting your g-spot every time, forming the small knot in the pit of your stomach. You felt the stir of the orgasm creeping, you don’t hold back any sounds.
His cock twitches at the sound of you. Throbbing against his jeans, begging to be freed and buried inside you.
“Bucky, I’m gonna cum,” You buck your hips against his lips, unexpectedly as he picks up the pace of his fingers and his tongue.
The grip on his hair tightens as you feel your walls closing around him. Waves of sensitivity and pleasure overtake you, leaving a whimpering mess. You finish around his fingers and his tongue is catching all the juices that surround the area. He hums sweetly at the taste of you.
Bucky's palms are rubbing your outer thighs, soothing and cooling you down from your high. You relax your grip and place them on the pool table, attempting to steady you breathing.
“You okay?” Bucky chuckles, standing up once more.
His facial hair glistened with your arousal. You look down at him still in his t-shirt and jeans, his flannel thrown on the floor during the heated make-out session. You glance down to see his bulge.
“Very okay.” You chuckle, flushed red cheeks and chest still rising and falling.
You reach for Bucky's belt, tugging it toward you. Your lips collide again, this time slower and more passionate- not as hungry and desperate. Your fingers undo his belt and unbutton his jeans.
Before you could reach inside and return the favor, he stops you.
“I want to be inside you.” Your nod, scooting back to the edge of the pool table.
Bucky pulls himself out, his cock dripping with precum. He was ready for you the moment you kissed him. He strokes himself, coating his precum around himself. Your heat aches at the sight of him.
Bucky runs the tip between your folds, gliding up and down, teasing you. You whine each time he passes your hole. He positions himself at your entrance, you wrap your arms around his neck, closing the gap between you. Bucky's low moan is music to your ears as he slides himself inside you.
He is much bigger than you had anticipated. His strokes are slow and deep, allowing your body to adjust to his size. Bucky's lips are attached to the crook of your neck, sucking and nipping lightly at the flesh, his tongue soothing the nips.
“You’re doing so well, baby, with my cock buried deep inside you,”
His praises make your stomach flutter and your back arch. Bucky takes the opportunity and lays you down. Only removing himself to climb on top of you. You feel the roughness of the felt against your bare ass, but not having time to dwell once his cock fills you again.
“There you go baby, nice and deep,”
Bucky gains more access to go deep and faster than before. Your hips dig into the pool table at the intensity of the strokes. You are a whimpering mess, legs wrapped around his waist, anchoring him inside you, fingers clawing at his lower back- begging for him to go deeper.
Bucky's grunts and curses are all you hear as you feel the familiar stirring in your lower abdomen.
Bucky's cock twitches and his strokes becoming lazier. Your hands leave his back as Bucky's hands reach for them. You interlock your fingers, and they rest above your head. The passion between you increases the faster his strokes become.
Each stroke grazing your g-spot, simulating you further.
“Bucky, I need-“ Your eyes roll back as one hand finds your clit, rubbing small circles around the nerve.
He knows your close, but he is almost there too. Bucky speeds up his thrusts, but not removing the stimulation around your clit. His grip on your hand tights as he brings to grunt and curse.
“Fuck!” He grunts.
Both of you reach your highs. You see stars as you’re being filled up by him. His fingers loosen their grip around you and your clit. You’re hips buck and your walls pulsating wildly, milking Bucky dry of his load.
The two of you are breathless and exhausted. Never once has a man been able to make you finish twice in one go-round. Bucky collapses next to you on the small pool table. You turn to face him, but he is already staring at you.
“You are absolutely incredible,” You breathe.
His cheeks darken with red and his hand cups your face once more, pulling you for another kiss. You pull away, staring at each other for what felt like forever. Bucky is taking in everything. Your eyes, your lips, the small drops of sweat that were around your forehead.
Number four: do NOT by any means, take a girl home.
“Come home with me?”
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sweeterthanthis · 8 months ago
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Your Filthy Heart
Part One: ​Something Old, Something New
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Your Filthy Heart Masterlist
Pairing: Stepdad!Bucky x 18+!Female Reader
Summary: To this day you couldn’t work out why he’d chosen your mother. They were total opposites, a mismatched couple if ever you saw one. Yet, you watched it play out – thinking, hoping, that he’d never go through with it.
Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, MAJOR DADDY KINK/STEPDAD TROPE, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, facial (not the derma kind), slight cum play, a gentle touch of asphyxiation, and Bucky’s filthy (no, really) mouth.
18+.
Word Count: 3.5k
A/N: My entry for @cockslut-padalecki’s 9k Follower Challenge. Congratulations! I chose the prompts ‘Chains’ by Tina Arena, and Wedding Reception. Hope you like it, Lisa! 💕 Special thanks to @ozarkthedog for the title! Love you!
You’d always wanted to get married. Ever since you were a little girl. Dreamt of the perfect man swooping in and carrying you off into the sunset.
You remembered the afternoons you’d run around the house draped in her old net curtains, a makeshift veil, daydreaming about the day you’d meet your Prince.
The hours you’d spent twirling on the porch, reciting the stereotypical wedding vows like a worn-out prayer.
You had it all mapped out.
At the tender age of 9 years old, you’d pictured him to be tall, dark, and impossibly handsome.
A man with a smile that could break a thousand hearts, eyes as deep and mysterious as the ocean, a gentleman that would sweep you off your feet and make your heart ache in the sweetest way.
You didn’t picture that the very man you’d only dreamt about would land in your lap, in the form of your mothers fiancé.
The day he walked into your house; you knew you were fucked. Your mother had been desperate to find a wealthy man and tie him down. She’d been living off her father all of her life, and now she needed someone new to exploit. And Bucky Barnes had fallen for it — hook, line, and sinker.
To this day you couldn’t work out why he’d chosen your mother. They were total opposites, a mismatched couple if ever you saw one. Yet, you watched it play out – thinking, hoping, that he’d never go through with it.
You’d been able to accept it, the bitter pill that he was balls deep in your mother every night instead of you. You pushed down your attraction, divulged in private moments in your bedroom late at night, touching your cunt to thoughts of his hands all over your body.
And you managed it, for a while. Until that night.
“What’s got you up so late, Kid?”
You huffed, frustrated at the condescending pet name rumbling low in his throat.
He looked fucking edible, as always. Grey sweatpants slung low on his hips, that tantalising trail of dark hair leading beneath the waistband, the dim light of the room accentuating every muscle of his exposed torso.
“Thirsty, and I’m not a kid.”
You gulped the milk from your glass, eyes anywhere but the perfectly chiselled muscles of his back as he bent down to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. You wondered if he ever felt it; the sexual tension that consumed you when you were in his presence.
“I can see that.”
You almost choked on your milk, a droplet escaping the corner of your mouth as you coughed, curiosity getting the better of you as you set the glass down on the countertop.
“What’s that s’posed to mean?”
Bucky’s lips twitched up into a cocky smirk, lifting the water bottle to his lips and sipping from it – never once taking his eyes off your face.
It was only once he’d locked his stare with yours that his eyes began to wander; slowly, down over your cotton covered chest, raking over the curve of your waist, lower and lower. You silently thanked yourself for putting panties on beneath your thin, white nightdress – certain that if you hadn’t, the slick evidence of your arousal would be sliding down the insides of your thighs at that very moment.
“You know what it means—” he started, screwing the cap back on the bottle and putting it down next to your abandoned glass, “pretty little thing like you? Sight for sore eyes, Princess.”
You felt your heart pitter-patter in your chest, your cheeks burning, thighs clenching together just a little at the insinuation that he found you attractive – felt even a touch of what you did when you looked at him.
“I’m—I’m gonna go to bed now. Goodnight, Bucky.”
He reached out to you then, palm gripping your bare bicep, the heat from his body searing into your skin, his warm breath tickling your face.
“I know you feel it too.”
Your eyes wandered to his plump, pink lips, and back up to his intense stare. You’d never noticed how beautiful and captivating his eyes were until that moment, and it made you weak at the knees.
“I don’t—”
You melted when his lips met yours, stubble scratching the sensitive flesh of your cheek as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Glued to the spot, arms limp at your sides, you relaxed your mouth; his tongue slipping into your mouth, the taste of him intoxicating.
His hands gripped your waist, a shudder running down your spine when you felt his fingertips pressing into your soft flesh – his hunger evident as he pulled you flush against his chest with a force that made you stumble, his strong arms holding you up.
A prominent thud echoing through the floorboards above you both had you leaping back from his embrace, your hand flying to your lips, tracing them with your fingers wondering what the fuck had just happened.
You’d stupidly thought that he wouldn’t go through with it – that he’d call the engagement off.
He didn’t.
And his affection towards you didn’t begin and end that night in the kitchen. Subtle touches here and there to begin with; his hand brushing against yours intentionally, the way he looked at you when your mothers back was turned. It drove you crazy.
Moments of madness where you’d get just a little too close for comfort, ripped back to sanity and reality when you came to your senses.
He was to become your Stepdad.
You wondered if it was some kind of sick game if he got his kicks from your bashful reactions to his attention. You found yourself aching for it. Found more and more reasons to creep down to the kitchen at night on the off chance that he might get the hint.
He never did, and you never asked why.
And now, as you rose your champagne flute to toast the Bride and Groom, dread, and disappointment swirling in the pit of your stomach, you forced a smile.
You’d barely looked at him, couldn’t bear the sight of him in that delectable Armani suit, your mother hanging off his arm in custom Vera Wang. It made you sick. The whole affair was so extravagant, exotic flowers adorning the tables, lavish gift bags for all the guests.
It was everything your mother wasn’t, everything you’d dreamt of for yourself those days back in your mothers kitchen as a child – not a care in the world.
You made it through the five-course meal, barely touching your food, instead filling the void with red wine and fake laughter. All things considered; you were doing okay for a girl who’d been thinking about fucking her mother’s fiancé – husband – for the past nine months.
That was until the first dance. You hovered on the side of the dance floor, pretending to take photos on your phone in one hand, a glass of red balancing in the other, swaying back and forth to the beat of the music. You zoned out, eyes fixed on the happy couple, but mind in a distant reality. One where the man that you’d wanted more than you’d ever wanted anybody hadn’t just become your Stepdad.
“Your turn, Princess.”
His voice snatched you from your thoughts, hand outstretched to take your own, his lips curved into a smile. You froze, panic twisting your gut, looking like a doe in the headlights when he reached to take the wine glass from your flimsy grasp.
No sooner than you’d let go did you feel the cool trickle of liquid seep through the front of your dress, crimson soaking into the peach chiffon of your dress, tarnishing the fabric and soaking your breast.
“Shit, sorry.” He hummed, grabbing a napkin from a nearby table and dabbing your chest lightly. The sensation made you weak, the taboo feeling of lust rising in your stomach, warmth flooding the apex of your thighs. “Here, c’mon. I’ll show you where to clean up.”
You caught your mothers eye, but she simply shook her head and laughed, too high off the luxurious surroundings to notice her newlywed Husband pawing at her daughter in front of her oblivious guests.
He took your hand then, pulling you gently through the giddy crowd and away from the romantic festivities. He never looked back, not once as he led you up the huge staircase, your eyes widening when you realised your destination.
The Bridal Suite.
You couldn’t help but shiver as he ushered you through the door, the hand resting on your lower back not lost on you.
You felt uneasy, trapped in a situation that you’d silently begged to find yourself in for all those months; chained to the notion that this was the first time you’d been alone with him since that night.
“Bathrooms through there, sure your Mom’s got something you can borrow.”
You didn’t miss the way his fingertips feathered against the nape of your neck as he steered you in the right direction, your legs heavy while you made your way to the extravagant bathroom.
Unable to look back over your shoulder, a concoction of fear and anticipation bubbling in your chest.
Closing the bathroom door behind you, you tried to stop your hands from shaking but it was fruitless.
You lifted the pretty, peach chiffon dress up over your head — your chest marred slightly by the Merlot.
The stain wasn’t coming out with water and soap, there wasn’t a chance in hell.
So you waited, for what you didn’t know. Too frightened to call out for him, just a baby bunny in the headlights waiting for the big bad wolf to come and eat her up.
You yelped when you heard the door click open, holding the dress to your chest to cover your modesty – his eyes raking over every exposed inch of your flesh.
Hungry. Excited. Desperate.
“You know what they say” he purred, your gaze following his down to the immaculate platinum wedding band, a sickly smirk rising on those plush, pink lips “something old.”
He stepped forward then, the palm of his hand grabbing roughly at your ass.
“Something new.”
Your breasts pressed flush against his sternum, his fingertips brushing lightly against the delicate diamond necklace your mother insisted you wear for the occasion.
“Something borrowed.”
His hand dragging up your hip, the waistband of your lace panties hooked beneath the curl of his index finger.
“Something blue.”
The sensation of soft lace raking down your thighs struck you dumb. Months of secret pining, so many nights longing for the moment he’d finally put his hands on you, had all come to this.
“B-Bucky, what are you—”
“Daddy. That’s what you’re gonna call me from now on, Princess.”
It was sick. Truly abhorrent. But fuck, the rush of electricity between your legs didn’t give a second thought to right and wrong.
Before you knew it, the dress was thrown at your feet, back pressed up against him as he held you tight against his chest. His light stubble scratched against your cheek, leaving behind a delightful burn that you ached to feel between your thighs.
“You walk ‘round that fuckin’ house with this body, and you didn’t think that one day I was gonna break, huh? Look at this, fuckin’ look at it.”
Gripping your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look at your reflection in the beauty mirror. It wasn’t the sight of your bare chest heaving against the cool marble sink that had you awestruck, nor was it your pouted lips glistening with the slick of his saliva.
No, it was none of that.
It was the way his eyes, darkened with lust and hunger, locked with yours – the sardonic smirk etched upon his features, his open mouth breathing against your cheek, the way his chest heaved against your sagging form.
“All fucked up, and cock drunk for Daddy. Haven’t even touched you yet.”
The sound of the forbidden title rasping against your dewy skin had your thighs clenching together, heat throbbing in your core, hips winding against the palm roughly kneading your ass.
“Please, you shouldn’t—”
His palm curling around your throat had you keening, the unspoken ownership seeping from his actions causing you to whimper in need. You didn’t want him to stop, of that he was acutely aware.
“Shouldn’t what, Princess? Shouldn’t do this?”
His free hand dragging up the back of your thigh, fingers dipping between your sodden folds, the pad of this thumb pressing down on your swollen clit. You couldn’t hide it, couldn’t hold in the pathetic whine that fell from your lips.
“God, please just—”
“What is it, huh? Tell me what you want, tell me what you’ve wanted this whole time?” He teased, your cunt pulsing against his slick digits. The hand on your throat tightened as you pushed back against him, desperate for friction, ass rippling against his palm as he brought it down against your supple flesh as a warning.
All coherent thought was long gone, the taboo ramping up your need for him, unable to separate desire from guilt. The sound of his zipper and the blunt crown of his cock slipping through your plump folds had your body quaking.
“Ju-fuck-just fuck me Daddy!”
You couldn’t hold in the desperate wail that bounced off the bathroom tiles, fingernails sliding against black marble, his cock splitting you open in one vicious thrust.
“Fuckin’ Christ, girl. This what I’ve been missin’ this whole time? Tight as fuck.” Your back arched involuntarily, the flesh of your ass bouncing off his hips as he drove himself into your soaked, hot pussy. “Shit, I love it. Can you feel it? Feel it pulling me in? Fuck, you’re so much tighter than your Mom.”
A hysterical sob caught in your throat, the harsh reminder that there you were; in the Bridal Suite, bent over the stylish sink, stuffed full of your new Stepdad.
“C’mon, Princess. Waited so fuckin’ long for this, wanted it to be a moment to remember. Tell me how you wan’ it. Tell Daddy how good it feels.”
Your hair wrapped around his fist, back pulled flush against his chest, one hand still curled around your throat; he stilled.
His gaze once again locking with yours in the mirror, he wound his hips torturously, eyes fluttering closed just for a moment as he relished the feel of your cunt pulsing around his meaty girth.
“Tell me.”
“Fuck me, please fuck me, I wanna feel it.” The words were shameless, tone matching the sheer wantonness of your actions, fingers dancing down your bare belly to meet your sensitive nub. The pressure increasing around your throat, you flexed your muscles around him, the pad of your index finger working tiny ministrations and making your knees weak. “Fuck me good, Daddy. Fuck me hard.”
You couldn’t help but smirk at the way his jaw clenched, the low rumble of a growl in his chest, the open mouthed, filthy kiss he left against your temple — he may have been the one in control of your body, but you were equally as in control of him.
He pulled out then, right to the tip, his teeth nipping at the shell of your ear; dewy from the perspiration of his hot breath.
“Didn’t think it’d be this easy.” One forceful thrust and he was buried to the hilt, crown nudging your cervix to the point of discomfort. “You gonna be Daddy’s good little whore?”
His thrusts were slow, torturous almost – the way he groaned in your ear each time you fluttered around him causing you to whimper in satisfaction. The hand around your throat moved lower, grasping at one of your breasts, your nipple pinched between his fingertips.
“Yes – fuck – yes, Daddy!”
“Good fuckin’ girl. You gonna let Daddy fuck this little pussy whenever he wants? Keep it nice and precious for me? Those college boys can’t fuck you like this, can they?”
The obscene, sloppy sounds as he fucked into you made your toes curl; cheek pressed harder against the mirror with each stroke of his cock against your insides.
“G-god no, just you. Only you.”
Firm hands gripped your waist, spinning you round and lifting you onto the bathroom counter swiftly.
Every inch of you exposed to him, his satisfied gaze fixed on your fucked-out cunt as he slid every inch back inside.
“You gonna let me come into your room late at night? Fuck you into the mattress while Mommy sleeps next door?”
The thought of it should have made you feel physically sick, but his fingers pinching your clit sent your head spinning; willing to do or say anything he asked.
“Please, Daddy.” You breathed, resting your elbows on the marble behind you, knees hooked over his crisp, Armani covered elbows. “Wan’ you to come fuck me every night.”
The sound that came from him was frightening, practically feral. Made your insides churn in the best possible way. Rolling your hips down against him, meeting each stroke of his cock, you watched as he disappeared inside of you – unable to stop yourself from shuddering at the sight of it stretching your little hole.
“Yeah? Fuck. Gonna have to be quiet for me. Not doin’ a very god job of that right now, huh?”
Shock and pleasure hit you tenfold when his palm slapped against your pussy, head thrown back blissfully, words left your mouth that you’d never thought yourself capable of thinking, let alone saying.
“Wanna suck Daddy’s cock, please Daddy. Lemme taste.”
He leant forward then, unable to stop himself from capturing your mouth with his, his tongue licking up into your mouth, teeth biting at your top lip.
“Come for me. Come for me and I’ll let you suck it.”
Flesh slapped against flesh, each insistent thrust of his hips pressing his cock against your g-spot. Two fingers swiped across your clit lazily, back and forth, up and down. Little sparks of pleasure slowly setting your core ablaze.
The way he looked at you had you hurtling over the edge, unable to stop your body from convulsing as euphoria wracked every bone in your body. Your thighs hooked around his waist, you rode it out, babbling nonsense while the aftershocks of bliss prickled in your belly.
“So fuckin’ hot. Fuck, I gotta have that mouth.” His fingers tangled in your hair, he pulled you to your feet; your knees giving out like jelly as you landed on the plush carpet with a thud.
“Open up wide, Princess.” His thumb stroked against the corner of your mouth, coaxing your lips apart. “Be a good girl and stick that pretty tongue out.”
It was immediate – the way your body reacted to his instruction. Tongue flat against your chin, you looked up him through hazy eyes, silently begging him to fuck your mouth.
His eyes never left yours as he slid the tip between your lips, your cheeks hollowing more with every inch. Your palm wrapped around the base of him, you bobbed your head, full of enthusiasm as you slurped around his girth.
“Mouth was made for me. Gonna put those fuckin’ lips around my dick whenever I ask. Gonna be a good girl for me, ain’t that right?”
You choked on your garbled words, saliva dripping from your lips as you worked him with your mouth and your hand simultaneously. His length throbbing against the roof of your mouth, you knew he was close, his balls held firmly in your hand, a gentle tug causing him to utter filthy praise.
“Gonna come on that sweet, sweet face.” The thought of it made you weak, made you want to melt. “That’s it. That’s Daddy’s good girl. Oh—fuck – that’s it. That’s fuckin’ it.”
He yanked your head back then, snatching his cock from your grasp and pumping it furiously. He looked fucking beautiful in the throws of his sick pleasure, that much couldn’t be denied.
The sound of him coming undone was downright sinful; rough moans mixed with soft whimpers. One hand cupped the column of your throat as warmth trickled against your skin, smattering against your tongue and cheeks. Mouth wide open, wanting to catch every last bit and savour the taste, you licked at every pearly drop you could find.  
“Look at that. Daddy’s filthy girl.”
You couldn’t help but smile proudly at his praise, knelt on the bathroom floor of the Bridal Suite covered in his spend. Nothing about it was romantic, not a damn thing.
But fuck, if he didn’t make your heart flutter in your chest. The invisible chain that had pulled you towards him since the day you first met was more present than ever, pulling you closer, winding itself tighter around your chest.
He knelt down then, fingers pressing down onto your tongue, forcing his cum further into your mouth.
The soft kiss he pressed against your forehead threw you, eyes wide as you watched him tuck himself away and straighten his tie in the mirror.
“I just knew this was gonna be a special fuckin’ day.”
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You can read Beg For Daddy, a continuation of this fic, HERE.
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thighs-of-betrayal-blog · 2 months ago
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Walking on Dangerous Territory
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader 
Summary: John Walker never knows how to keep his mouth shut, especially when it comes to you and Bucky’s had enough of it.
Warnings: angst/fluff, violence, cursing 
A/N: Hey everyone! It’s been a while since I’ve written a fic about Bucky (that isn’t a request), so that’s where this came from. Wanted to show one of my favorite men some love. I hope you all enjoy and as always, feedback is appreciated :) 
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Walking along the dirt road, you’re situated in between Bucky and Sam. 
Sam continues to stare at you and Bucky, his eyes burning holes through the side of your faces. Frustrated, you abruptly stop walking and place your hands on your hips. “Is there something wrong, Sam?” 
Sam chuckles. The man really has the nerve to laugh in your face as you’re seconds from destroying everything around you. 
“Is something funny?” Your voice is low, anger evident in your tone. Bucky reaches forward to grip your arm, holding you back from doing something you’d regret. 
Sam continues to laugh. “I just can’t believe two super soldiers got their ass kicked by a little girl.” 
Ripping your arm out of Bucky’s hold, you stomp forward. “Okay, first of all-” 
Bucky wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against the front of his body. “What Y/N is trying to say is we were up against five other super soldiers, one of those being that little girl. So yeah, we got our asses kicked. We were outnumbered.”
“And,” you speak up. “From what I recall, you also experienced a beating, so I don’t know why you’re calling us out.” 
Sam walks forward and pats his hand onto your shoulder. “Just picking on you, Y/N. You know I love seeing that temper of yours coming out.” 
Pushing his hand away, you storm off, out of Bucky’s hold. “I hate you!” 
“No, you don’t! You love me!” Sam yells. 
Continuing to walk ahead, you flip him off. Sam and Bucky laugh behind you, the sound of Bucky’s voice calming you down. You may have some unresolved feelings for him, as in you love him, but would never dare to speak on it. Sam knows and even though you’ve never explicitly said anything to him, he can see right through you. Thankfully, he’s kept your feelings a secret and you’re more than grateful for that. 
The sound of an engine makes you turn around. A jeep comes to a stop in front of you, with Walker and Lemar sitting in the bed. 
Sighing, you ignore them and continue walking. The last thing you need is to be surrounded by those two. You might end up punching Walker right in his face. 
“Where you going, Y/N?” Walker calls out, his smug voice pissing you off even more. 
“Far away from you!” You yell back, desperate to get out of this situation. 
He doesn’t answer for a few seconds, but when he does, you scoff. “You don’t want a ride back, beautiful? It beats walking!” 
Whipping around, you’re about to answer, but Bucky beats you to it. “I’d back off if I were you, Walker.” 
Bucky’s tone takes you by surprise... and causes goosebumps to erupt over your skin. Why is he being so protective? Whatever the reason, it’s enough to capture your mind with some unnecessary thoughts. 
“Just get in!” Lemar yells, wanting to defuse the tension before it gets out of hand. 
Looking at Sam and Bucky, you sigh when Sam shrugs his shoulders, gesturing for the three of you to hop on. 
Bucky gets in before you, extending his hand for you to grab as you jump up. You didn’t need the help, but you appreciate the thought. 
When you sit down, you’re snuggled tightly in between Sam and Bucky, the bench being too short to comfortably accommodate the three of you. 
Walker grins at you and it makes you want to punch his face even more. “So, Y/N, it seemed like you needed a little help back there.” 
Bucky growls next to you. “Y/N can handle themselves. They don’t need help, especially not from you.” 
“And, why’s that?” Walker presses. “They have their big guard dog to look after them?” 
Bucky jumps forward and you immediately stand up, pushing on his chest to hold him back. “It’s okay,” you whisper as you look into his eyes. “He’s just a dick. Don’t let him get to you.” 
Bucky lets out a deep breath before slowly sitting back down. You sigh out in relief, not really wanting to deal with another brawl on a moving car. 
But, Walker just doesn’t seem to know when to stop. “I’m just saying that if you do need a partner, I’m always here. In more ways than one.” 
Bucky bucks up again and you hold him down with a hand on his arm. 
“Don’t you have a wife?” Sam asks, his voice accusatory. “I wonder how she’d feel to know you’re constantly hitting on Y/N.” 
Walker looks away, his face red with embarrassment. 
Bucky takes this moment to speak up. “The next time you so much as look at Y/N the wrong way, I won’t hold back.”
“Ah,” Walker responds. “So, you are the guard dog.” 
In two seconds, Bucky is on him, punching him square in the face. It happens so fast, you don’t have the time to grab him beforehand. 
“Bucky!” You yell, wrapping your arms around his waist to pull him backwards. 
Walker spits to the side before wiping the blood that’s spewing from his nose. His eyes narrow at Bucky, shooting imaginary daggers at him. “This isn’t over.” 
As the Jeep comes to a stop, Bucky jumps out before turning around to help you down. “Looking forward to the next meeting, John!” 
Sam snickers at his response before jumping out himself. “Thanks for the ride! You should get some tissues for that nose!” 
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Stepping back into your safehouse, you place your stuff down before looking at Bucky. “Look, I know Walker’s a jerk, alright? But, we can’t just go around punching everyone who says something we don’t like!” 
Bucky chuckles, his laugh dark. “Something we don’t like? The man is harassing you and I’m not going to just sit around and let him do it!” 
Sam looks between the two of you, shock written all over his face at the sudden outburst. “I’m just going to go to bed.” 
“Good!” Bucky yells over to him. 
“See you in the morning!” You yell at the same time. 
“Uh-huh,” Sam says, slowly nodding his head and quickly leaving the room. 
Once he’s gone, you and Bucky compete in a staring contest, serious expressions plastered on your faces. 
You cross your arms over your chest. “Wanna explain what’s wrong?” 
Bucky mimics you. “I already did.” 
You scoff. “Okay, and I get that, but you’ve never actually punched him before! You usually just say some harsh words back and then move on!” 
“Yeah, well he deserved it and I don’t regret doing it, if that’s what you want me to say.” 
Sighing, you decide to just agree with him. This conversation was going nowhere and fast. “Thank you for standing up for me. Next time though, could you hold back on the punches?” 
Bucky laughs again, the sound sending chills down your spine. “He’s lucky I didn’t kill him.” 
“O-kay. And, here we are. Back at square one.” 
“What do you want me to say to you, Y/N? That I’m sorry for doing it? Because I’m not. I’m not going to just sit there and let some asshole say shit like that to you!” 
“You know I can handle myself!” You’re starting to get pissed. You know he means well, but you can fight your own battles. 
“I know you can, but I’m sick of fucking Walker and his numerous crude attempts to get in your pants!” 
You walk away, heading into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. All of this yelling is making your head hurt. 
Bucky follows you, close at your heels. “I don’t even understand why you’re so mad. It’s like you don’t want me to stand up for you!” 
“It’s not that! I just don’t want you punching people for no reason!” 
“I had every damn reason to punch him! How many times do I have to explain it?!” 
“Okay, Buck. Okay.” You walk past him, heading towards your room. “I’m going to bed.” 
Bucky grabs your arm before you can walk any further. “Hey… I’m sorry, doll. I don’t want to fight with you.” 
Turning around, you stare into his warm, blue eyes. He looks tired, strained from the beating all of you took today. 
“It’s okay. I know you mean well and I appreciate it. I really do… I just don’t want to see you get hurt.” 
He moves closer, trapping you against the nearest wall. “Don’t worry about me, doll. I’d do anything for you. You’re my main concern.” 
“Not Sam?” You joke. 
He chuckles and this time, it’s sincere. “No, not Sam. I mean, I care about him, but it’s not like with you.” 
“And, what makes me so different?” 
Leaning forward, his arms rest against the wall, his face mere inches from yours. “You’re the one that’s captured my heart. Not him.” 
“Is Mr. Barnes implying that he has feelings for me?” You smile shyly, a contradiction to your confident words. 
“You’re damn right I do, doll.” He’s staring directly at your lips, not even bothering to be discreet. “Tell me you feel the same way, so I can kiss you already.” 
His eyes drill into yours and you bite your lip in response, your body heating up with desire. “Always have,” you whisper. 
His lips are on yours then, devouring you whole. You moan into the kiss and he takes that opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth. 
As he bites down on your lower lip, your arms slide around his neck, pulling him even closer. It’s addicting and you never want to-
A slow clap sounds next to you and the two of you jump apart. When you turn, you see Sam standing there, a huge grin on his face. “My, my, my. I thought the day would never come. Tinman and Y/N. What a sight!” 
Bucky groans, dragging his hand down his face. “Seriously? Can you get out of here please?” 
Sam laughs as he turns to head back into his room. “Make sure to send me an invitation for the wedding!” 
You look down at the ground and laugh, shaking your head. 
“He’s something, isn’t he?” 
Looking back up at Bucky, you nod your head. “Yeah… Yeah, he is.” 
Bucky puts out his hand, gesturing for you to take it and you do, letting him lead you to his bedroom. “So, when should it be?” 
“When should what be?” 
Bucky wiggles his eyebrows. “Our wedding.” 
You playfully slap your hand against his arm. “I can’t with you. Let’s just get to bed.” 
“Oh, I plan on taking you to bed, all right.” 
As soon as he says that, he’s picking you up, carrying you bridal style in his arms. You let out a shriek as he starts to run, entering his room and plopping you onto his bed. 
He gets on top of you, pining your arms above your head. “We’ve got a long night ahead of us, doll.”
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ambrosiase · a month ago
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─── 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬
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pairing: bestfriend!bucky x fem!reader
summary: after another failed date, bucky helps you feel better. in more ways than one.
warnings: smut. f masturbation. handjobs, fingering, semi-blowjob (?), squirting. pet names {pup, toots, sweetheart}
word count: 1.7k
notes: i’ve decided to go back to being lonely in my corner and posting fics. enjoy this fluffy, smutty piece that makes me laugh and horny when i read through it
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eighteen plus only — by choosing to ‘keep reading’, you are agreeing that you are eighteen years old and over. do not interact with this story if you are a minor.
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“That’s it,” you huff. Throwing your bag onto the coffee table, you make your way onto the couch before settling into your roomate’s lap, “I’m never going on another date again.”
Bucky snorts in amusement, his blue eyes twinkling, “Sure, pup. We can pretend like you’ll stick to your word.”
“No, ‘m serious this time, Buck. I don’t think love is in the cards for me.”
“You,” a tender peck is felt on your nose, “are the most dramatic person I’ve ever met.”
Slapping his chest you groan, “Okay, you could at least pretend to believe me.”
“Then, I wouldn’t be a very good friend, would I?”
Rolling your eyes, you tell him, “I don’t need a friend, I need someone I can-”
A smirk pulls at his lips, “Someone you can…”
“We are not having this conversation.”
“Oh come on!” Bucky chuckles as he nuzzles into your neck, “Thought we told each other everything.”
Your hands ruffle his fluffy brunette locks, “Now who’s being dramatic, hm?”
“Look, if you can’t just tell me you want someone to fuck you ‘til your knee’s give out, than maybe we aren’t as close as I thought.”
With a raised eyebrow you wonder, “God, I don’t know how Steve puts up with you.”
And then you’re squealing — Bucky pulling you down onto the lounge underneath him as he tickles your sides, “You’re a damn brat, you know that?”
“B-Bucky!” your giggles so loud that the neighbours can probably hear “Stop it, you dork!”
“Not until you say it,” and you wish you could wipe that boyish grin off his face, “Come on, pup. Indulge me a little.”
Fisting his olive sweater in your hands you look up at him with a serious expression crossing your features, “I need to be fucked, hard.”
Your breath catches in your throat at the dark storm that brews in Bucky’s eyes, a rumble in his chest as he takes in your words. It makes you pause, confusion swirling as you feel your thighs clench together at the images that appear in your mind — what if you slept with him?
“Y’know if you asked nicely enough, I’d be happy to help you out.”
The stammer isn’t your fault, “W-what?”
“C’mon toots,” he grins, “I’m good to you aren’t I? So why wouldn’t I want to make sure you feel good too?”
But you don’t get much time to dwell on his words before he’s blinking away the black pupils, and kissing your cheek, “Now, what d’ya want for dinner?”
And after that, the offer is seemingly forgotten.
Until two weeks pass, and you’re climbing into Bucky’s bed. “Bad date?”
“Honestly at this point, I should win a medal or something.”
There’s an action movie playing on the television, and you pretend to be interested as you feel his fingers grace over your bare thigh, “Whoever it was, is an idiot.”
“You have to say that,” you say with a shrug, “Best friend obligations.”
Bucky’s tongue clicks his teeth as he tells you, “Sweetheart, in that fuckin’ skirt, anyone who passed up the opportunity of gettin’ to put their face between your thighs is an absolute dickhead.”
Heat floods your veins at his conviction, and you become overwhelmingly aware of the brunette’s intense gaze, “Buck…” but he only grumbles in response. “Remember the other week?”
His eyes immediately snap from your legs to your eyes, “Yeah, pup?”
“You think..” and then you’re gasping as you feel his palm move up to grip at your ass, “You think I could take you up on it?”
For a second you think he’ll agree, make it easy on you — but unfortunately, you know him too well.
His eyes light up, the implication of what you’re asking making his boxers tighter. “I don’t know, toots. What exactly is it that you’re wantin’?”
If looks could kill, he’d be buried six feet under.
“Buck, c’mon.”
“Hey sweetheart, you’re the one comin’ onto me,” his fingers tap against your ass, “‘S only fair you tell me what it is you want.”
It makes you whine, and you hate how attractive you find his arrogance, “I want..”
His other hand comes up to rub his thumb along your bottom lip, “Yeah?”
“Want you to fuck me, Bucky.” Eyelashes fluttering, you look up at him, wetness pool in your underwear. “Please,” your noses brush against each other’s as you get close to him, his breath fanning across your mouth.
There’s a heavy silence between the two of you for a moment, both of your chests heaving as desire begins to overtake your senses.
It’s why you can’t help but squeak when you hear him decline, “Nah, pup.” You can’t hide the disbelief that crosses your face, “Maybe some other time.”
And then he’s moving away, hand on the remote as he flicks through the channels, “What the fuck?”
“Somethin’ the matter, sweetheart?”
You can hear it in his voice, the cockiness, the brazenness and you don’t know what comes over you as you say, “Fine. Guess I’ll just take care of myself then.”
“Sounds like a good idea, toots. Go break out that vibrator of yours.”
He’s infuriating, you think, frustratingly so.
With a heavy sigh you roll onto your back, and out of the corner of your eye you can see the mirth he tries to hide.
Holding in a smirk of your own, you let yourself get comfortable amongst his pillows. A soft sigh falls from your lips as your fingers gently trace along your inner thigh before meeting the fabric that covers your cunt, “Oh!”
Your juices seep through, and you can’t help but tease yourself a little before moving your underwear to the side. Running your fingers through your slit, you collect the wetness on two fingers before rubbing your sensitive clit in circles.
For a moment, you forget the man who lays beside you but his deep, gravelly curse of “Fuckin’ hell, pup,” has your attention falling back onto him.
Stare meeting his, you take your bottom lip between your teeth as you let your eyes roam over his body. Thoughts of straddling those thick thighs, as you bounce up and down on his cock has you pushing a finger into your soaping entrance.
“Bucky!” The moan has his chest heaving, desires swirling in his gut as you cry out his name so sweetly that it makes his cock swell.
“Fuckin’ hell, toots.” The older man pinches his nose, “‘S not fuckin’ fair.”
The sound of your cunt fills the room, your fingers thrusting hastily as you feel your orgasm begin to build the longer you feel him watch you.
His hand reaches down to his crotch, palming at his dick as he watches the pleasure overtake your features, “Y’look so pretty like that, sweetheart.”
“Yeah?” heat blooms through your body at his praise, “Buck…”
“Mm, what is it, pup?”
You let yourself chase the feeling that’s overwhelming you — so close to the edge before you pull your fingers out, bringing them up to your lips.
Making sure his eyes are on you, you’re about to taste yourself only to be intercepted by Bucky’s hand gripping your wrist. He pulls your slick covered fingers to his mouth, “This okay?”
Nodding, you barely mumble a response before Bucky’s tongue is darting out to taste your nectar, groaning deep in his chest at the bittersweet flavour.
“Buck,” your voice is soft, lithe as you tell him, “Wanna see you, make you feel good too.”
“Yeah, sweetheart?” he can’t help the excitement that sweeps through him, “Well I’ve got an idea.”
Curious, you keep your gaze on him as he toys with his boxers before pulling them down, complete confidence as his lengths springs free.
He’s pretty, so fucking pretty everywhere.
Bucky’s dick is long, and thick — cut, with a swollen pink tip that oozes precum as the vein on the underside throbs while it waits for friction.
“Go on,” his smirk is wicked, “Touch it for me, make me feel good, pup.”
As soon as you have his permission, you’re spitting into your hand and wrapping it around his cock. At the sound of Bucky’s grunts, you can’t help the pride that fills your ego as he thrusts into your hand, losing himself to the tight grip you have on him.
“Open your legs, sweetheart.”
It doesn’t take the two of you long to figure out a rhythm that works — with you stroking Bucky’s cock in time with the thrusts of his fingers in your cunt.
“‘M close,” you cry out as you feel him hit that rough, spongy spot inside of you in a constant motion, “Oh fuck, Bucky ‘m gonna cum.”
“‘S okay,” he kisses your damp forehead, “Can feel you clenchin’ around my fingers, sweetheart. Wanna see you cream ‘em.”
His encouragement soothes you, feeling his fingers pull out of your cunt before moving up to rub at your bundle of nerves, “Fuck, oh my god!”
There’s a buzzing in your ears as you come, feeling your orgasm drip down between your folds, as Bucky praises you through it, “So fuckin’ gorgeous when you squirt, pup.”
You don’t know who moves first, mouths meeting in a filthy, passionate kiss. The two of you stay interlocked before pulling away with swollen lips, grinning at each other before you tell him, “C’mon, bub. Your turn to feel good.”
Your hand starts jerking again, and this time you slink down Bucky’s body so that you can lick his length — dragging your tongue along his balls before gently sucking them into your mouth, “Fuckin’ hell, that mouth is dangerous.”
Bucky’s hand goes to the back of your neck, silently urging you to take more into your mouth, “C’mon Buck, wanna taste you, please?”
It doesn’t take much for him to cum — with one more flick of your wrist and sensual lick, Bucky’s shooting his seed into the back of your throat with a heavy growl.
Swallowing his release, you let him fall from your mouth with a loud pop before moving up to lay on top of him. The two of you catching your breaths before locking eyes — an immediate laugh bellowing from you both.
“Damn toots, who knew your mouth could do that.”
You peck his lips before telling him, “Mhm, ‘m full of surprises, Bucko.”
His arms tighten around your waist, his cock twitching in interest, “Got another idea, pup?”
“Mhm,” your sickenly sweet smile has him holding his breath, “Next time, you’re cumming in my cunt.”
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sergeantbuckybarnes · 6 months ago
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social casualty // bucky barnes
Summary: When Sam calls you to let you know Bucky had been arrested you take a flight to see him, there you meet the new Captain.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word count: 1.1k
Warnings: TFATWS SPOILERS, some curse words, angst, fluff, john walker (yes. that’s a warning)
A/N: As always, remember English is not my first language. Also, thanks to @trashywritestrash​ and @bong-watershots​ for proofreading this!
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As soon as Sam called you to tell you Bucky had been arrested you took the first flight to Maryland. What the hell were they doing in Maryland anyway? The last time you talked to him was at your apartment when he saw that prick on TV saying Steve felt like a brother to him. After that, he left to look for Sam.
Once you reached the police station, your eyes landed on your friend. “Sam,” you called for him. When noticed your presence he got up from his seat and walked towards you.
“What happened? Where’s Bucky?” you asked worriedly.
“He’s fine, don’t worry. He just missed his court-mandated therapy,” Sam said, his hands on your shoulders trying to calm you.
You were going to talk again when a woman approached you, “Sam, I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Doctor Raynor. I’m James’ therapist.” She then looked at you, “You must be Y/N. Nice to meet you,” she shook your hand.
“Doctor Raynor, thank you so much for getting him out.”
She sighed, “That was not me.”
Before any of you could ask who got Bucky out, a voice called for Doctor Raynor. “Christina!” You turned your head to find the source of that voice, only to find that prick again, taking selfies with some civilians. “It’s great to see you again.”
“You’ve gotta be kidding me. You know him?” Because of Sam’s disbelief, you supposed they had already met him; and it didn’t go well.
“Yeah, we did some field ops back in the day.”
“I heard you were working with Bucky, so I thought I’d step in.” You narrowed your eyes when you heard the man call him Bucky. Who does he think he is? That was a nickname reserved only for his friends. This asshole had no right to call him that. “Bucky’s not gonna be following a strict schedule any longer.”
“We haven’t finished our work. Who authorized this?”
He didn’t answer, he just smiled and pointed at himself. What an egocentric prick. His face was just asking to be punched and you were more than willing to oblige.
He kept talking, but you didn’t pay attention. Your main focus was on the sound of a door opening, then you saw your boyfriend followed by another agent. You ran towards him without thinking twice. “Are you okay?” you asked before wrapping your arms tightly around him. His face hiding in the crook of your neck, taking in your scent.
“I’m fine. Don’t worry, doll.” He gave you a sideways smile that you knew wasn’t honest. That was his forced smile. You knew that because you knew him. You’ve seen his real smile; and that isn’t it. But you didn’t want to push him, so you just nodded.
“I got so worried,” you cupped his face in your hands, admiring his features. Just the thought of not seeing him again drove you crazy. His gloved hands covered yours. “There’s nothing to worry about,” he whispered in a voice just for the two of you, “I’m sorry.”
You shook your head “Don’t be. It wasn’t your fault.”
“James, condition of your release, session now. You too, Sam”
“That’s okay. I’ll be out here with Y/N,” he tried to get out of it, but Bucky had told you about Doctor Raynor. You knew he had no escape.
“That wasn’t a request.” Sam crossed his arms around his chest, not finding his situation too appealing. He rolled his eyes, annoyed, and followed Doctor Raynor.
“I’ll wait here,” you said, cupping Bucky’s face once more. You stand on your tiptoes and gave him a peck on his lips before watching him disappear after Sam.
You were sitting in one of the chairs of the police station when you saw Sam exit the room, walking out of the police station without sparing you a second glance.
“What happened in there?” You inquired, “Why is Sam so mad?”
He didn’t say anything, just looked at you. You could see the pain behind his eyes. “Hey,” you took his gloved hands in yours, “You know you can talk to me.”
He averted his gaze to the floor. Holding your gaze was too much for him. You gently grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you. “Don’t shut me out, Buck.” You softened your voice, “Please.”
He swallowed hard, “Do you think Steve was wrong about me?” You noticed the crack in his voice.
“Of course not, honey.” You reassured, “Why would you think that?”
He didn’t answer your question. “Is t’s this because Sam gave up the shield?”
“Steve trusted him. That shield is everything he stood for...” His voice, although louder, still held pain. “It’s his legacy and he trusted Sam with it, and he threw it away like it was nothing.”
You shook your head. There were so many things he still didn’t understand, “Sam only did what he thought was right.”
“If Steve was wrong about him, then he was wrong about me.”
“Steve was right about Sam, and he was right about you.” You wanted him to understand, “You’re a good man, Bucky. Don’t let anyone make you feel like any less.” You knew how he held onto Steve’s word; he believed in him, and so did you. “I believe in you, and I trust you.”
Once you stepped out of the police station you meet Sam again, “You okay?” He nodded.
“Gentlemen,” that annoying voice again. “Good to see you again.” Then his eyes landed on you, and you realize he was only now noticing you. Seems like he didn’t acknowledge your presence in the police station before either. “You’re Y/N Y/L/N. It’s an honor to meet you, I’ve heard a lot of things about you.” You felt the arm of your boyfriend wrapping protectively around your waist. He didn’t like the smile that was plastered on the new guy’s face; or the way his eyes sparkled when he saw you. Captain Prick reached his hand out for you, but you ignored him.
“Can’t say the same thing,” the tone of your voice indifferent “What was your name again?”
He just chuckled and shook his head “Look, if we divide ourselves, we don’t stand a chance. You guys know that.”
“We are free agents. We are most flexible,” Sam said firmly.
“So we are not working with you.” And with that, the three of you made your out.
“A word of advice, then.” You turned to Captain Prick, “Stay the hell out of my way.” You watched him and his friend leave.
Yep. Definitely a prick.
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Lost Along The Way
Prompt: Oh my you take request for Bucky? Don’t mind if I do! I would love to have some angsty little thing with him. Maybe you fight along side them against Walker (in the beginning off episode 5) and walker really hurts you or something which results in Bucky loosing his shit? I hope you are doing well and that you’re healthy✨ also I LOVE your work! Requested by @pieces-by-me thank you!
A/N: It’s about damn time I wrote for Bucky after the amazing-ness that has been FATWS (I also hope to get some Sam fics out soon). Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
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How you got roped up in this, you’ll never know.
Maybe it had to do with the fact that you’d do anything, anything, for Bucky. And you’d come to accept that fact long ago.
But it didn’t erase the fear in your body as you stared back at a pair of eyes that have no trace of humanity left in them. No sort of normalcy to the crazed look in his eyes as he hovers over you, an arm pressed tightly against your neck, pressing enough for your skin to grow hot and your eyes to bulge as you desperately try to suck in what gasps of air you can.
You’re all too aware of the fact that the man could snap your neck in seconds if he wanted. Maybe even if didn’t want -- if he lost control, more so then he already had. There was a thinned out string, a roped that had been tugged and pulled so far that it was seconds away from snapping -- that being the only thing that’s stopping him from crushing your neck in seconds.
You don’t have the energy nor strength to push him away. There’s no fight left in your system even as the voice whispers in the back of your head -- I don’t want to die -- you won’t be able to get him off you. The bleeding wound on your head that had you seeing double, the numbness of your left arm, and pain seeped deep into your muscles proving that.
You didn’t want to die, but as you stared up at John Walkers face, the sweat on his skin, the way his jaw clenched, and the glazed, far gone look in his face stared back down at you, you realize you’re going to.
Your last moments, you realize with a whimper, are going to be spent staring at someone that had been given the title of Captain America. You were going to die by Captain America’s hands, and the thought of that crushes you even further as you remember Steve, remember all he’d done for you, what he means to you. 
And you think it’s a particularly cruel joke that his successor will be the one who kills finishes you off.
The pressure on your neck lets up, and for split second, you find hope blooming deep inside of you. But it only lasts that long, a second, and then your eyes find the edge of the shield lined directly above you, the blood of his last victim staring mockingly down at you and you think this is far worse then it being his hands that kill you.
“Please,” you choke, voice coarse, barely audible, but you know he hears it. “Please don’t do this.”
But he doesn’t stop. His grip on that shield doesn’t lessen. 
Time seems to slow, and your lips part, body slumping against the cold ground beneath you as you blink, and the image of Steve appears above you. Over you, smiling at you, holding a hand out for you, to help you, before the shield lowers and your eyes are clenching shut, scared for impact.
“No!”
The weight is off of you in seconds. It takes you a moment more before you even realize that fact, and then you’re eyes are snapping open and you’re sucking in a breath of air you had been craving for for far too long.
The sound of metal clashing against metal catches your attention, and you force your body to move, rolling on your hands as you try to push yourself up. But you can’t. You’re too injured. So all you managed is to push yourself up enough to catch sight of a familiar head of brown hair, and through blurred vision you watch as Bucky tackles John to the ground, the sickening sound of his vibranium arm hitting him directly in the cheek.
Bucky fights with a certain fervor he hadn’t had before, something you’re sure you’ve never seen him have before. He’s ruthless, and suddenly it’s like his strength doubles as he doesn’t let Walker get in a single second of rebound. He’s cold, harsh, and every hit he lands smacks with a certain ferocity that has you frightened.
Sam is running towards the two of them in the next second.
And as you watch, the strength in the battle shifting to a place you’re sure they’re winning, you realize this is far beyond what you could’ve ever expected. This is something far darker, far too twisted for you to have ever expected. There’s so much anger, so much blood, and everything’s happening so fast.
You remember after the blip, the loneliness, the fear that every seemed to walk around with -- you thought it could never get worse then that.
You’d never been more wrong.
When it’s done, and the thud of the shield falling by Sam’s feet snaps you out of your own revere, it takes you a second to realize that Bucky’s making his way toward you. 
He helps you to your feet, silently, pressing a hand to the bleeding wound on your forehead that you shrug off, letting him lead you out. Not a word is shared between the two of you.
He’d attacked John like that, with so much anger, because of you, you knew. Because Walker had nearly killed you. It became more then just getting the shield then, you knew, at least for Bucky. 
And somehow, in some twisted, sick sort of way, you’re happy that he’d do anything for you as well. 
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