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onceuponastory · 5 months

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closer - tattooartist!bucky barnes x female!reader

Plot: Y/N's feelings towards her tattoo artist intensify the closer he gets to her. Pairing: TattooArtist!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: A few mentions of needles - specifically tattoo needles - and the sensation and pain of getting tattooed (specifically when it goes over a bone). If that sort of thing gives you the squick, I wouldn't read. Notes: Welcome to... whatever this is. I just missed tattoo!artist Bucky and I hc him as a flirt and a slight pain in the ass so here we are!

Not beta'd, so any mistakes are my own.

“Alright.” Bucky grins, loading up his tattoo needle with ink. “You ready to start?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“You’ll be fine.” Bucky reassures. “Besides, it’s not like it’s going to be any different from the other ones I’ve done for you.” He chuckles.

He’s right, of course. This is not her first tattoo by Bucky Barnes. In fact, by this point, Bucky’s done most of Y/N’s growing collection of tattoos, and claims to be the very reason she was ‘bit by the tattoo bug’. And he’s right. Since she got her first tattoo from him, Y/N’s been itching to get more. She doesn’t see skin on her arms anymore, she sees empty space, a canvas for Bucky to fill with his art. And if she could, she’d have him cover her entire body with it.

Of course, the fact that her favourite tattoo artist (his words, not hers... although she agrees with him) is the most gorgeous man she’s ever seen is also why she keeps rushing back whenever she can. And he's also a massive flirt. Yet although it’ll never amount to anything, it never does… that doesn’t mean she can’t spend their sessions hoping for it. That one day he’ll notice her, really notice her, and tell her he’s just as much in love with her as she is with him.

As Bucky gets to work, Y/N turns her head, watching him. Of course, a lot of her sessions are also spent oogling her tattoo artist. Multicoloured tattoos of various designs and sizes cover Bucky's arms, piquing her curiosity. She's always wanted to ask him about them, to tell her the stories behind them, what was going on in his life back then to make him choose that design.

The familiar warm feeling of love begins to pool in her gut again, and Y/N sighs.

There's a lot of things she wants to know about Bucky.

"I can see you staring, you know."

"Just checking you're doing a good job." She lies. Bucky rolls his eyes.

"Oh, please." He looks down at her, trademark smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "You use that excuse all the time. You just can't resist me."

Asshole.

Thankfully, Bucky soon drops it, going back to working on her tattoo. Today, he’s doing a piece that snakes up her arm and onto her shoulder, meaning he’s frequently getting up close and personal, more so than she’s used to. However, she doesn’t mind that at all.

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As Bucky works, Y/N occasionally glances over at him, still watching him curiously. Both because she actually enjoys seeing Bucky at work, and because again, he’s gorgeous. Thankfully, Bucky doesn't seem to have noticed this time. Or if he does, he doesn't call her out on it.

Some of Bucky’s brunette strands escape his man bun, framing his face. Y/N has to stop herself from reaching up and tucking it behind his ear. Despite how close she and Bucky are, that gesture is too intimate, too close for them… even as he moves further up her arm and onto her shoulders.

At one point, she glances over again, not realising he’s a lot closer than expected. So much so that her skin almost brushes against Bucky’s hair. For a split second, a flash of pink crosses Bucky's cheeks, and she frowns. Was he...blushing? Because of her?

“Oh, sorry.” She murmurs, her cheeks burning. How does he even look hotter up close? “Just tell me to move back if you want… or just move me out of the way.” She jokes awkwardly, only adding to her embarrassment. Hopefully, this session will be over before she makes even more of a fool of herself in front of Bucky.

“It’s okay.” Bucky smirks, running a hand through his few strands of hair, a sight that makes Y/N glad she’s laying down to witness. “You’re perfect, actually.” He chuckles. “Don’t tell the others I said this… but you’re my favourite client.” He winks.

She swears this man will be the death of her some day.

As Bucky continues the tattoo, he suddenly goes over a tender area, and she winces in pain. “You okay? You’re doing great, but let me know if you wanna stop, alright?” Bucky says. Gritting her teeth, Y/N nods.

“I’m good.” She gasps. "I just forgot how much that hurts."

It’ll all be worth it. It always is.

At least, getting to see Bucky makes it worth it, anyway.

“Good girl." Bucky smirks.

Fucker.

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The remainder of the session passes in silence, and Y/N’s head swirls. If she told him the truth, laid her heart out on the line… would it be so bad?

She braces herself, opening her mouth to speak. But Bucky gets there first.

“You know Y/N, we’ve known each other for long enough that I feel like we’re friends. So the trust between us is solid enough.” He chuckles, refilling his ink.

In actuality, she and Bucky have known each other for almost three years. Not that she’s been counting or anything. And despite Bucky doing most of her tattoos, she’s been at the shop infrequently enough that she wouldn’t consider themselves ‘friends’. But the thought that Bucky considers them friends makes her heart do that funny thing it always does whenever she sees Bucky - when it somehow beats too fast and almost stops.

God, she wants him so badly.

“Yeah, that’s true. And besides, you’ve been up close and personal with me a lot.” She chuckles, another batch of heat spreading across her cheeks. Bucky laughs brightly, and Y/N grins just as wide.

“You’re right, I have.” He nods. “To be honest, by this point I’m convinced I could say or do anything, and you’d say ‘yeah!’, tattoos or otherwise.”

“Yeah!” she giggles.

“Okay.” Bucky muses, looking up at her with a smirk. “Go on a date with me then.”

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buckrecs · 1 year

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I was looking through your masterlist and I don’t think you’ve done this au….

Bartender bucky or tattoo artist bucky, honestly idc which one you choose to provide recommendations for(if you do)!:)<3

Tattoo Artist!Bucky

masterlist | req masterlist

I did tattoo artist!bucky this time, but if you send another req I am very willing to do bartender!bucky too😉😏

ONESHOT

Jacks and Sunshine by @rookthorne

You were the warmth and light to Bucky’s shadows and brooding nature – a match made in heaven, and it was a miracle that a certain someone realised as much.

Soft by @softlyspector

Bucky and the reader have been together for a few months. She wants him to stay the night with her, but he’s reluctant.

fingers by @buckycuddlebuddy

you couldn’t take your eyes off of his hands.

Sting by @adrinktostopyourthirst

TattooArtist!Bucky praising you during a session.

tattoo parlor by @alisonsfics

the beautiful artwork and craftsmanship wasn’t the only thing that kept you coming back to bucky’s tattoo shop.

american tattoo by @seventven

steve and bucky run a tattoo shop together in brooklyn. y/n, a friend of steve’s, decides to get inked. only bucky is present at the shop and he’s about to close it for the night.

inked by @buckys-black-dress

A Little Cover-up by @butwhyduh

You get a tattoo.

make it count by @serpienten

It’s cold and rainy when Bucky sees her for the first time. Within three minutes, he’s under her spell.

Starstruck Beginnings by @rookthorne

Shopping in your favourite art store with Bucky brings back the memory of your first encounter, and after so much time has passed, it was with fondness that you looked back on just how starstruck you were in his presence.

SERIES

A Touch of Ink by @deamstellarus

After a breakup with your ex, you decided to move to the small town where your long-time friend Sam lives, hoping for a change of pace and starting a new chapter in your life. You were prepared for a slower paced lifestyle, quaint diners, and a change of scenery. However, you didn't expect to be swept off your feet by two stunning pairs of blue-grey eyes.

Paws and Pins by @matchamunson

In which Bucky runs into the owner of the animal shelter across the street from his shop. (Social Media AU)

Fight For You by @revengingbarnes

Brooklyn, New York. At the annual local boxing championship, Y/N is the leading medical specialist on call. It’s a whole new environment, and despite the drastic change, she loves it. Bucky Barnes is the reigning boxing champion of Brooklyn. Virtually undefeated, this tattoo artist by day, boxer by night is someone that is now fighting his way into Y/N’s head. And she’s helpless in front of his winning streak.

Skin on Skin by @navybrat817

Hottie and Sugar

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noctumbra · 2 years

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𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

summary ─ you couldn’t take your eyes off of his hands.

pairing ─ tattooartist!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ impure thots lol, finger sucking, sexual innuendos so high it’s opera now, light dirty talk, bucky fights with himself to restrain himself lolol

Your eyes have been on the tattoo artist’s hands ever since you sat down on his seat and watched him getting his tattoo machine ready.

His hands were large, fingers long and thick. They were quick and efficient as they put on the black gloves, shit, and readied the machine: Cleaning it with cotton dabbed into disinfectant, putting on the soft and plushy band around it and rolling on the needle part. The fingers moved smoothly; they curled, straightened and grasped things.

You could feel yourself getting wet and cursed silently.

“You good?” He murmured. You nodded shakily.

“A little nervous,” you answered him truthfully but didn’t add and horny at the end. The guy smiled, and you cursed yourself in your mind again because you didn’t even look the guy’s face carefully enough. You’ve been very busy ogling his hands.

He was freakishly handsome. He had long, dark brown hair that was in a small bun at the back of his head. His pale blue eyes were inspecting and beautiful. His clean-shaven face was showing off his sharp jawline, small chin dimple and artistic cheekbones. You would have whistled if you had some amount of alcohol in you. You sighed, instead.

“Alright,” he said, his voice smooth like velvet. “I would say there is nothing to be nervous about, but it’s your first tattoo, so I get it.” He smiled. It was an assuring one that made you smile back at him. “Are you sure you want this tattoo behind your ear?” He asked.

You nodded. “Yeah, it’s the best place I can hide it if they give me shit at work,” you explained. The guy chuckled.

“Fair,” he said, shrugging. Then, he grabbed his tattoo gun and dipped the tip into the black ink. He lifted his left hand. “May I touch your face to angle it right?” You swallowed and squeaked out a ‘sure’. He winked at you and put his hand on the edge of your jaw.

Oh shit, you thought. His fingers were so close to your mouth. You forced a whimper down, let him angle your head and tried not to pant. He wet some cotton with the same disinfectant and wiped the skin behind your ear. He inched closer with his chair. He was so close that you could smell his cologne: Mint, leather and something unique to him. You took a deep breath.

“Okay, now if we just bend your head like this…” He murmured softly, and his fingers took a gentle hold of your jaw and moved it to your right. His fingers were splayed on your right cheek, edge of his pointer was right next to your mouth and thumb so close to your bottom lip. You cleared your throat silently. “Try not to move to quick, okay? The needle is gonna hurt first but then it’s gonna turn into a numbing pain. You picked a small tattoo, so it’ll be over quick, alright?”

“Yeah,” you breathed. His fingers twitched and moved slightly, and it felt like an assuring caress.

“Good,” he said. “Tell me if I need to stop.”

Then, he pressed whatever that turned the machine on, and you felt the needle biting into your skin. You gasped instinctively but didn’t flinch. He hummed. Like he said, the prickling pain of the needle had turned into a numbing one quickly, and the only thing you were aware of was his fingers on your face, so close your mouth. You were trying to distract yourself by looking around, the tattoo drawings on the wall and photos they have taken after a tattoo session was done. You could see your tattoo artist smiling and posing on the photos, looking proud and happy. You smiled softly.

“Just a little more,” he murmured and dug his fingers a deeper into your cheek, tilting your head more to your right. You breathed shakily, not moving, and tried to calm down.

His thumb was resting on the corner of your lips. If he were to slide them a little to his left, you could open your mouth and…

“Done,” he said and clicked off the tattoo machine. You breathed in with relief and looked at him. His hand was still on your face, and you saw him reach for the soothing lotion. He applied some on the tattoo and leaned in even closer to inspect it. “Looks good,” he murmured and pulled back fully, his body and fingers were gone, too. You tried not to whimper sadly.

“How are you doin’?” He asked. You shrugged.

“I’m good,” you said. Your heart was beating so fast that you were a little dizzy. He smiled as he peeled his gloves off and stood up to wash his hands. When he came back, he had his phone in his sexy hands.

“Can I take a photo of it?” He pointed the tattoo. You nodded. He leaned in after he opened the camera on his phone and took a hold of your jaw. You couldn’t hold the gasp in this time, and immediately felt your body heat up. He didn’t say anything as he moved your head to your side again and took a couple photos. You could feel his eyes on you, though, and after some time he dropped the phone on the small table next to your seat.

“Looks very beautiful,” he whispered, his warm breath licked the side of your neck, and you shuddered instinctively. You turned your eyes towards him and saw him looking at you. His fingers moved slightly closer to your mouth, testing the waters. You felt like your heart was beating on your throat while you parted your lips. You saw the second his pupils dilated and the look on his face darken.

His fingers traced the outline of your lips, rubbing and pulling. You parted your lips more, giving him the permission he was asking, and he slid them in your mouth. You moaned. You heard him take a sharp breath in and felt his fingers moving deeper in your mouth. You closed your lips around his fingers and sucked on them. He pulled them out of your mouth with a gasp. You looked at him with your mouth open and chest heaving.

“Not here, fuck,” he groaned. He stood up and distracted himself with organizing and reorganizing things. “What are you doing tonight?” He asked, looking at you over his shoulder. You swallowed the spit gathered in your mouth.

“N-nothing,” you whispered. “I’m free.” His face darkened more as if it was possible.

He walked towards you and sat right in front of you. “Can I see you tonight?” He asked, his right hand on the air and close to your mouth.

“Please,” you sighed softly. He lowered his hand and let his thumb brush your bottom lip. He slipped his fingers in a bit.

“Mm,” he hummed. “Good.” His now-dark eyes were watching the way your mouth sucking his fingers with hunger. “Good,” he repeated. He pulled them out and spread the spit on his fingers to your lips. You moaned softly. “Not here,” he whispered.

He stood up and washed his hands again. Then, he came back and extended his hand out to you. You took it and let him help you up. “I’ll see you tonight,” he murmured, not taking his eyes off of you and gave you a brochure kind of something. “It has the steps of how to take care of your tattoo on the healing process,” he said. “And a couple extra things.” You nodded. His eyes moved to your lips again, but he blinked them away. “Go now.”

Nodding once again, you took a step back and grabbed your purse. You walked out, paid for your tattoo and got out of the tattoo shop with heart beating fast.

You looked down at the brochure he gave you and saw his number written at the corner.

Milkshakes? With fries? Call me please. - Bucky

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #fingers

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callmemana · 10 months

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James Bucky Barnes: Fanfic 2

Key: smut -🍓/fluff -🌼/angst -🐂/personal fav -👓/

A Touch of Ink Series @deamstellarus 🍓🌼🐂 (TattooArtist!au)

Aeipathy Series @all1e23 🌼🐂👓 (hades + persephone au)

Arranged Series @thefallennightmare 🍓🌼🐂 (mob!au)

Astrophile Series @all1e23 🍓🌼🐂👓 (firefighter!singledad!Bucky + teacher!R)

Back To Where We Started Series @hopelessromantic423 🌼🐂👓

Bribe the Super @real-jane 🌼🐂👓 (firefighter! Bucky|Fem Rogers Sister)

By Any Other Name Series @wkemeup 🍓🐂👓 (FBI Agent Bucky)

Come Away With Me @all1e23 🐂👓 (western au + stripper reader)

Delicate Edges Series @wkemeup 🍓🌼🐂👓 (MC)

Detectives In Love Series @real-jane 🍓🌼🐂👓 (modern!au|cop!au)

Drifting Series @real-jane 🍓🌼🐂👓 (cw! Bucky)

Eight Series @goldenjo 🍓🌼🐂 (pro!athlete!Bucky)

Fairytale of New York Series @draguta 🍓🐂👓 (professor!Bucky|Student!Reader|Age Gap)

Fuck up the Friendship Series @summerofsnowflakes 🍓🌼🐂👓 (college!athlete! Bucky)

Guiding Lights Series @wkemeup 🍓🌼🐂

Graveyard 2 @wkemeup 🌼🐂👓 (Healer!R)

Go On, Leave Me Breathless Series @summerofsnowflakes 🍓🌼🐂 (mafia au)

Heart & Soul Series @all1e23 🍓🌼🐂 (A/B/O dynamics)

Heal Me Baby @wkemeup 🌼👓 (1940s!nurse!r)

Heal Me with Your Love Series @dear-bunnyboo 🌼🐂 (avenger!R)

I Won’t Mind @imaginearyparties 🍓🌼🐂👓 (1940s!au)

I’m With You Series @wkemeup 🌼🐂👓 (modern!au)

In Every Lifetime @wkemeup 🌼🐂👓

It’s All In The Eyes @writing-for-marvel 🌼👓 (MC)

Just The away You Are Series @draguta 🍓🐂👓 (dbf!Bucky|Age Gap)

Keeping Score @all1e23 🌼🐂👓 (fake!dating au)

Little Lion Man @wkemeup 🌼🐂👓 (1940s time-travel)

Moment of Weakness Series @thefallennightmare 🍓🌼🐂 (mob!au)

My City, My Partner @real-jane 🍓🌼🐂👓 (ShieldAgentFem!R)

Nights Like This @writing-for-marvel 🍓🌼🐂👓 (fwb)

Nostalgia for the New Series @real-jane 🍓🌼🐂👓 (ShieldAgentFem!R)

Of Love and Ink Series @deamstellarus 🍓🌼🐂 (TattooArtist!Bucky|book 2|ongoing)

Play Pretend 2 @wkemeup 🍓🌼🐂 (sex pollen)

Secret Girlfriend @jenwritesstories 🌼🐂👓

Swallow Series @all1e23 🍓🌼🐂👓 (MC)

Sky Full of Songs Series @wkemeup 🍓🌼🐂👓 (Pirate!Bucky|Siren!R)

Soldiers Series @thefallennightmare 🍓🌼🐂

Stray Series @theeleggymeggy 🍓🌼🐂 (dark themes 18+)

Sugary Sweet Series @all1e23 🍓🌼🐂 (sugardaddy!au)

Suburbia @wkemeup 🍓🌼🐂👓 (fake!married!au)

Sunrise Series @wkemeup 🍓🌼🐂👓 (Vet!Bucky|librarian!R|modern au)

To Help Out a Friend @slut4buckysarm 🍓🌼👓

The Boxer Next Door Series @clints-lucky-arrow 🌼🐂

The Girl and Her Golden Boys Series @theeleggymeggy 🍓🌼🐂👓 (1940s!au)

The Witness Series @wkemeup 🍓🌼🐂👓(detective!bucky)

That Summer Series @tellmealovestory 🍓🌼🐂👓 (modern!au)

Time @thefallennightmare 🍓🌼🐂👓 (1940s!au)

You and Him @dear-bunnyboo 🌼👓 (1940s!au)

Your Own 2 @real-jane 🍓🌼🐂👓 (farmer!au)

Your Mine, Sunshine Series @theeleggymeggy 🍓🌼🐂 (mob!au|bodyguard!au)

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 1 year

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TattooArtist!Bucky vibes

You’re Bucky’s favourite client, and he always gives you a private tattooing session which, in the end, always leads to rough and nasty sex.

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adrinktostopyourthirst · 2 years

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Bucky Barnes | One Shot | Fling

Part two to Sting

Pairing: TattooArtist!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Plot: Your tattoo artist left you hanging and you’re fed up enough to come and collect his excuse.

Warnings: 18+. Smut and mean Bucky.

Words: 5,OOO

A/N: I made a promise and I'm not one to break a promise. So here is part two to a fic you all really enjoyed. I said I wasn't leaving and I meant it!

Chewing your lip, you blankly gaze ahead of you as your friends smoke and talk some more. The entire street is filled with people from the strip, everyone trying to catch a breath and cool off as the summer night air simmers through the city. Crossing your arms over your chest and bouncing your leg, your mind trails off to the previous week.

You swallow hard and gently brush your thumb over the spot where Bucky had left the tattoo over your ribs. Every time your mind travels back to that day, you want to scream. It’s like you can hear the disturbing ‘ding’ of the tattoo shop door opening when it penetrated your lust-filled mind – like you can still feel the cold air brush over your nipples when Bucky’s mouth abandoned you.

And the rest is a blur.

A blur where one of his old time clients showed up unannounced to get Bucky to work on one of the larger pieces he had been asked to do and where Bucky somewhat uncomfortably, even with his oozing arrogance and indifference, sent you on your way. You didn’t have to pay for the tattoo and your cheeks were burning with heat once you passed the old time client who was giving you a strange look while Bucky led him to the room he defiled you in.

Safe to say you are pissed. Still to this day. It had been hard enough to get an appointment and to avoid Bucky’s presence along with it. And you completely failed, had to bear the uncomfortable half hour of him giving you your tattoo, then he had the fucking nerve to rile you up and turn you into a weak puddle of a person, only to send you on your merry way like you were any other client before he could fulfil all of his empty promises. As pissed as you are for the way he treated you and how you wanted the ground to swallow you whole from the embarrassment you felt, you are mainly just furious because you have not been able to shake him since.

It's like there is a permanent burning between your legs, as if Bucky put a dark magic in the ink of your tattoo that keeps chanting his name through your body, like you’re tethered to him at all times. Your orgasms were mere bumps instead of the usual mind-blowing peaks, your skin has never been this sensitive and every brush of air is making your body stand on alert. Your hands have never been this restless and at one point, you were so frustrated, you could barely do something as simple as pour a glass of water.

All because your grumpy, piece of shit tattoo artist Bucky Barnes, had left you hanging after probably the best foreplay of your goddamn life.

So when your slightly fuzzy brain spots his figure towering between the drunken crowd and slipping into the alley you know had the back entrance of his shop, you can’t stop your feet from moving. It’s primal, the instinct that forces you his way. Like it’s addicted to him and could find him in any crowd, anywhere. Without taking your eyes off your target destination, you mumble a reason for your departure to your friends, shouldering yourself through the crowd until you approach the dark alley.

What the hell is he doing here in the middle of the night?

You pass a couple pressed against the brick wall in their own passions and give them a brief glance as they fail to notice you before returning your gaze to where you know a metal door is hidden in the wall. And sure enough, fumbling with the lock of the door, is the metal-armed artist.

“What the hell are you doing here at this time?” You ask him, crossing your arms over your chest as you pop your hip out and look him up and down.

His shoulders sag and Bucky lets out a frustrated sigh before slowly turning his frame to face you. It’s almost as if he was waiting for you to show up, like you are the one thing he was trying to avoid.

“Excuse me?” He raises an unimpressed brow at you, shooting a brief glance at the dry-humping couple at the end of the alley way before his eyes land back on you.

You have no reason to talk to him that way – like you know him and are allowed to scold him – but you don’t care. The alcohol has slightly affected your inhibitions and you are still pissed off.

“You heard me.” You bluff.

“How can I help you, sweetheart?” He grumbles, clearly annoyed by the intrusion as he still rests his metal hand on the door handle, ready to leave.

You try not to look too offended when you hear his tone. Like you’re just any lost woman trying to catch his attention and he’ll not-so-gladly return you to your designated friend group to get you off his ass. Just when you think your fury couldn’t get any worse…

Giving him the deadliest glare you have in your arsenal, you fumble with your purse and grab your wallet, hands shaking with fury and again, embarrassment. Of course he wouldn’t remember you. Frantically searching for the notes of money buried in there, you fish out a sum large enough to cover for the tattoo, walk over to him and shove the money into his pocket.

“Realised I still owe you for that tattoo.” You spit out, biting back the litany of names you want to scream at him for treating you like some cheap slut.

Turning around and barging off, you don’t get too far as a firm hand wraps around your upper arm and pulls you back. Stumbling on your feet, you collapse with your back into what you assume is his hard chest and with an angry huff, that same hand grabs your head twists it to the side to face the open door and pushes you into the dark and abandoned building.

The metal door slams closed and for a second, there is so little you can see, you have to squint to see the exit sign at the end of the hall. That’s when red lights flicker on and a buzzing sound permeates the air, the lights slowly illuminating more and more of the hallway.

“Always with the goddamn act. Ready to make a fucking scene.” He spits and you feel a push in your back, making you stumble forward. Following the silent order, you drag your light feet forward until you hear another door open and turn around to watch Bucky hold a random door open for you.

“Don’t get shy now. Walk.” He grunts and you give him a long look, unable to spot anything, before shuffling inside where you immediately recognise the interior of his shop, soft neon brightening the walls that are littered with his designs.

“Why are you here at this time?” You asks, your voice softened in comparison to earlier.

“I have shit to do.” He answers and starts rummaging around the shop.

“In the middle of the night?” You frown and turn back to him.

“How is your tattoo?” He asks, blatantly ignoring your prying question.

“Healed. Not thanks to you.” You retort.

Walking over to the check out desk, you take a seat at the bar stool under it, waiting for to ascend from behind the desk. You hear him grumble and huff, small curse words slipping through his complaints before he pushes back to a stand.

“Good. I’m glad.” He murmurs absentmindedly and walks off to the sink, filling a glass of water as he turns his back to you.

You frown at him and bite the inside of your cheek, “Are you? Because I’m pretty sure you couldn’t care less when you sent me away after your slutty tricks.”

He turns around after putting the glass down, resting against the sink and crossing his arms over his chest, his dark eyes piercing yours as he glowers at you.

“I couldn’t.” He shrugs after a moment of silence and you refrain from letting your jaw drop to the floor at the sheer audacity of the man opposite to you.

“God, you’re a fucking piece of shit, you know that?” You groan and slide off the stool, grabbing your purse and stalking off towards the back door again. But once more, Bucky’s hand stops you dead in your tracks as he holds out the sum of money you shoved in his pocket earlier.

“Take this.”

“No.” You seethe up at his dead-panned face, “You keep it and let it weigh on your guilty conscience that you earned that by feeling me up.”

One of his brows rises and a faint smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, his grip tightening on your arm as he leans down until his breath fans over your warm face, “In that case, sweetheart, I’m a little more expensive.”

Your eyes widen with white hot anger and you rip your arm from his grip before shoving his chest with all the power you can muster, making him smirk even more blatantly as he barely loses his balance. You thump your fists over his chest over and over, growling with anger at his outrageous statement.

“You fuckin-” You scream at him and he merely laughs as his hands wrap tightly around your fist and hold up your hands to stop your vicious attack.

“That’s enough.” His voice is unbearably deep.

“Not nearly.” You push through gritted teeth and he gives you a bored glare.

“Yes, it is. Would you let me explain?”

“And give you the chance to pretend you don’t know me? No, thank you.” You roll your eyes and struggle to pry your wrists free from his grip.

He drags you over to the stool and manhandles you with ease until you’re sat on the puffy cushion before grabbing the glass of water, slamming it down onto the desk and looking down at you with a serious expression on his face – not too different from his usual expression.

“Drink some fucking water and hear me out.”

You narrow your eyes at him, pondering over your choices until your curiosity wins the inner battle and you nod faintly at him to start speaking.

“That client isn’t exactly one of the friendly kind.” He starts, “I got into business with him because he makes good money and I can’t exactly ignore him. But I didn’t want him to ask any weird questions, so I got you out of there as soon as possible. He’s a bit ruthless when it comes to things he wants to get his hands on.”

“I can handle myself just fine.” You mutter, a weak defence to the slight shock of his story.

“I don’t doubt that. But not on my watch.” He grumbles and you can see his jaw clench tightly, the tension rippling through the muscles of his arms and shoulders. Bucky is fighting for his life to keep his composure. You’re too feisty for your own good and it makes him want to scream in frustration and pull out his hair.

As stubbornly quiet as you were the last session, he should have known you’d get worse in a situation like this. And perhaps he should have let you stand outside in the alley and get back to your friends, but he’s never felt guilty for being a dick before. It’s always been easier to keep people at a distance, but he realised after giving you your tattoo and sending you off after turning him on beyond comprehension, that he didn’t want any distance between you. The chance of you coming back or running into him was slim and he couldn’t take it.

He is more than happy that you’re a feisty one, because that’s what brought you to confront him after last time. And when your eyes flash with fury and your fists ball, all he wants is to sink to his knees and make you stutter and stammer while you continue to try and be angry with him. He wants those grabby hands wrapped in his hair like when he had your perky nipple in his mouth and he wants to feel the throbbing of your cunt on his thigh, all warm and welcoming.

“You’re mean, you know that?” You mutter as you finish your water and put down the glass next to your purse.

“You’re not very nice either.” Bucky lies fluently. You could threaten him with a knife and he’d melt on the spot. You’d still be fucking nice to him. Not that you would ever find out. And Bucky has to bite back a smirk that you’d come back to him even after he’s been a complete ass to you.

You slide off the stool again and slowly pace the tattoo shop, nodding slowly as you contemplate his words. That’s when you decide to leap. Whether it’s the alcohol making you do it, or the fact that you feel your skin still burning from his touch (or lack thereof), or that the gravel in his voice makes your stomach tense up with anticipation, you don’t know. But you’re not used to guys like him and you want to explore some new territory. So you turn around, only to find him closer than you expected and with his muscular arms crossed over his broad chest.

“I like it when you’re mean.” You mutter, your voice seemingly not your own, and Bucky cocks his head to the side, his eyes narrowing as they trail over all your features. The silence becomes unbearable. Not because it’s uncomfortable, but quite the opposite. It’s thick and suffocating, his gaze on you making blood rush to the surface of your skin. You almost look down at yourself to check if you’re still clothed.

You wish you weren’t. Wish his mouth was on you again. Wish to feel the scrape of his stubble against your chest and the vibration of his voice against your sensitive skin. You wish the warmth of his tongue over your breasts and the pressure of his thigh between yours.

“God, you’re pathetic…” He rolls his eyes and you swallow hard, conflicted by his words. You’re not sure if he still wants nothing to do with you, or if he’s buttering you up to devour you.

“Is that all you got?” You bluff, hoping to coax the latter from him.

His smirk is dark, the blue neon making him look even more threatening. He steps over, three long, slow strides and shoves his hands into his pockets, peering down at your glassy eyes.

“You know it’s not.” He drawls lowly and you straighten your back.

Show me. Show me. Please, show me.

You feel like if you scream it in your head loudly enough, it might reach him, even when as keep your face straight. But you don’t know about Bucky’s advantage. Except for the arm and the obvious strength that ripples from his stature, you don’t know about his heightened senses. His hearing that picks up your thudding heartbeat, his eyes spotting every little tick in your face that gives away your racing thoughts. Or the smell of you that permeates the air and makes Bucky fight for his life not to let his eyes roll to the back of his head. But he’s not one to beat around the bush and he likes seeing you squirm.

“Fucking hell, I can smell you from here.” He almost growls as his eyes lustfully drop down, instantly activating a fluttery pounding between your legs as you drench your underwear. While you rub your legs together at the sensation, his eyelids flutter as if he smells the heady scent of fresh arousal before lifting his eyes back up to yours where he notices your frozen state.

“S-Smell me?” You stammer and his face turns serious, his arm raising to take your chin between his fingers.

“Does that make you nervous?” He mocks, cocking his head to the side and you straighten again, your eyes falling to his lips. Those sinful lips.

“No.” It’s more of a breath than anything else.

“Then let me have a taste.” He breathes back, his words almost a whisper as he leans in so close, that his lips almost brush over yours, making your eyes fall closed at the mere teasing from his proximity.

“Taste…” You repeat, your bottom lip briefly brushing his top lip as you breathe the word. It is taking all of your brain capacity to figure it out. His request. How many ways there are for him to have a taste. How many ways you’d like him to have a taste. And you nod, almost melting into his grip on your chin.

“Say it.” He breathes again and your lips part as you feel his breath brush over the freshly bitten skin. One breath. Two breaths. Three breaths. Your heart pounding thrice as fast.

“Taste me.” You choke out and he’s on you.

Your moan that spills into his mouth the second it connects with yours gets swept away by his tongue against your top lip to lick into you, both his hands at your jaw as he tilts your head further back and hauls you up against his mouth. He’d devour you if he could.

Fingers clasping onto the worn fabric of his shirt to make sure you have some grip as Bucky ravages your mouth, uses your mouth, simply because you don’t think he has any other purpose than to do so, your eyes nearly roll back at the intensity of his kiss and the throbbing between your legs intensifies.

While your hands slide up his neck and into his hair, his own slide down to your waist to claw at you and pull you nearer. When the pressure of your body against him is semi-satisfactory, Bucky’s hands grab your ass and pull you over his thigh, your drenching core instantly warming into his jeans. You don’t think you’ve ever been this wet before.

You’d expect more self control from the cynical tattoo artist, but he still has more of a grip than you do. He could shove you to your knees and you would instantly open your mouth and stick out your tongue for him. Though Bucky seems more focused on the feeling of your heartbeat against his thigh and the warmth that permeates through the fabric of his jeans, so you roll your hips against him, tugging at his hair as your breath hitches and your kiss comes to a halt.

His brow presses to yours, squeezing the flesh of your ass and making your hips roll into the same movement again, causing the same stutter in your breath as heat bursts through your skin and reaches him.

“Good girl.” He breathes and your eyes flutter at the praise. The long-awaited praise.

“Bucky…” You gasp and you want him – no, need him to take over, because you don’t know what to do with all that frantic desire coursing through your bloodstream. And then you feel your dress being shoved over your ass, the harsh lash to your flesh from his hand snapping you back to your sanity slightly.

“Don’t go dumb on me now.” He hisses, “I haven’t done anything yet.”

He’s waiting. Waiting for you to snap. For you to up your game and become his match. Your eyes snap open, the dark lust in them almost stealing his breath until you pull at his hair, roughly enough to grant you some give, which you then abuse by shoving him to his knees in front of you.

The flash of delight across his face makes you swallow hard as you peer down your nose at the man who is struggling to keep his eyes on your face. You can almost read his mind. How he argues with himself to watch your eyes, your lips – until dismissal echoes in his head and his eyes drop to your panties, his hands firmly on your thighs. And his lids lower, the breath he inhales sharp and strained when he focuses all his attention on his next meal.

His fingers play with the thin fabric of your panties, curling and twisting and snapping. Tugging and scrunching. Like he’s waiting for permission. And when he looks up, a cocky look of suggestion in his eyes, you grit your teeth to steady yourself.

You’re not sure you are ready for his mouth. For the things Bucky is capable of. You’re not sure you can handle his relentless and inevitable teasing after all the time that has already passed thinking about him. But you can’t help the appreciative stroke of your fingers through his hair and you may have imagined the slight flutter in his eyes at the touch.

“Taste me.”

His pupils explode below his dooming brows and his voice is hoarse when he simply rips your underwear off you, the sting of the fabric like a zap of lightning up your spine, “Yes, ma’am.”

Instead of gently leaning forward and daring a taste, the next thing you know, you get dragged to the floor, waiting for an impact that never comes. Before you can register your position lying on his floor, you get hauled towards Bucky and he engulfs you whole.

The warmth and wetness of his eager mouth lapping up every drop you spilled for him between your folds, has your back arching to the ceiling and your hands clawing at the floor for leverage. He makes it his job to drink up all of your arousal before plunging his tongue into you as far as it goes, the pulsations around it making him growl against you.

His metal arm clamps over your writhing hips to keep them still, his hand pressing into your abdomen perfectly, while his other hand grabs onto one of yours and guides it to his hair. Instantly following his guidance, both your hands curl into his brown locks and pull, subsequently making Bucky go rogue on his feasting.

And after all the foreplay, after all that tension, it doesn’t take long for your spine to tighten, your legs to tremble and your fingers to start feeling numb. The sound alone of the man panting and licking and sucking and groaning between your thighs is enough to hurl you so close to the edge, you are sure your sanity will tumble along with your climax.

All it takes is one thick finger pressing into you and curling into your spot and you tighten around him while pleasure explodes through every limb, your head airing out. The hoarse cry that falls from your lips and the attempt of capturing his head between your legs permanently have Bucky going into overdrive to haul you through your orgasm, every twitch of your body to his touches being echoed by a twitch in his jeans.

Bucky is painfully hard by the time you’re nothing but soft breaths of satisfaction. Devouring every piece of evidence of your orgasm, he strokes your body soothingly as you come down.

“Turn over, sweetheart.” He orders and tugs at your hips until you roll over onto your stomach. His greedy tug at your hips and kneading at your ass have you press into him wantonly. The warmth of his body crawls over you and his breath fans over the back of your neck where he leaves a gentle kiss, “You taste fucking delightful.”

You swallow hard at the praise and flinch when his warm hand cups your entire pussy, running fingers through you to rile you up again. Lazy drags of his lips over your shoulders and back of your neck have you shudder with need.

“Bucky…”

“Your warm little cunt has been crying for me…” Bucky grumbles against your skin, his fingers teasing and teasing and teasing, “For me to give you a good pounding. Set you straight. Fuck you stupid.”

You let out an agreeing whine, your pride long forgotten after your first orgasm, and you’d melt at the quiet sound of his dark chuckle if your body didn’t spring to full attention at the sound of his pants coming undone. It’s purely instinct that drives your ass up into his crotch and it instantly earns you a harsh snap of his palm against your ass cheek, making you hiss and press your brow to the cold floor in obedience.

His cold metal hand presses between your bare shoulder blades and presses you into the ground, grinding his hips against you roughly to show you exactly who is in charge. The pressure makes you huff and you reach back with one of your hands for him, only for him to straighten up slightly and pin your wrist to your back.

You want to protest, whimper at least to let him know how badly you need him, but every thought leaves your brain when you feel the silk length of him glide through your folds, pressing into your clit, before gliding back again.

“Oh God…” It’s barely a whisper, but Bucky hears it alright. He is narrowed in on every tiny, little response your body has to him.

So when you go still in an attempt not to test him again, he smirks and breaches your entrance slowly, the slow stretch of you around the throbbing head of him almost making him buckle over and crush you under him. And to make it even worse, you let out the filthiest moan he thinks he’s ever heard.

Retreating slowly and pushing back in another extra inch has you panting from underneath him. Out. And in a bit further. Out. And in. Out….

And Bucky glides home in one large stroke – so far, so deep that he curls into you to groan into your ear. Chest attached to your back as he barely holds himself up, he ruts his hips into you, nudging into your spot over and over and over until your vision starts to spin.

His wet pants in your ear, together with the sound of your own whimpers and the sound of him striking into you so hard, you can’t describe the feeling. You can’t possibly describe the combination of frustration and relief of finally having him inside of you. Like smouldering fire – so hot, so intense, so slow yet so rough.

It’s dirty, the way he has you.

Bucky’s metal hand plants back into the floor beside your head as his other hand snakes under you to your clit, two of his finger strumming over the throbbing bud as the pace of his thrusts increases. Harsh, shallow and fast, each of his strokes hit their target and make your body tingle and tremble underneath him.

You’re close. So close. His fingers grinding over your clit make you gasp for air, a pressure between your hips growing that you fear might kill you. Or worse, make you addicted to Bucky. Make you his.

Neither of you can utter a word. Both of you swimming in pleasure and never wanting this to end. Bucky might go insane with the grip you have on his cock, the breathy sounds that leave your tempting lips, the satisfaction that he made you obey in the end.

“I’m… I’m-” You can’t get the words out, but Bucky already knows and gently bites your ear lobe.

“I know, I know…” He murmurs, his voice nothing but deep gravel, “Just a second longer. Need to feel you a second longer.”

He’s breathless and you can’t help but feel pride swell in your chest at the sheer desperation lining his lovely, warm voice. And you agree, you want to feel him more, feel him longer, feel him deeper. So you clench around him and curl your fingers against the floor.

His thrusts become sloppy and wild, wilder than before. His breathing more uncontrolled and heavier, shallow too. You’re trying everything in your power not to come, but something shifts in the both of you and you feel his permission. Feel it in the way his teeth sink into your shoulder and his fingers press deep circles into your clit.

And with one particularly hard thrust, you get flung off the edge. Your orgasm crashes into you like a tsunami and Bucky seems to fuck you into the floor even harder, the grunts at the feeling of your pussy clenching like a tight fist becoming a dull roar in your bliss.

A few lengthy thrusts have Bucky spilling himself inside of you and you sigh softly at the feeling of warmth, shockwaves whacking your body beneath him as your orgasm continues its relentless attack on your body.

When Bucky slowly pulls out after coming down form his own high, you’re nothing but jelly on his floor, the coolness of the surface sizzling against your flushed skin. The aftermath of the dirty and rough fuck you just had with Bucky makes your body tingle, your core aching from it’s emptiness.

You don’t know what Bucky is doing as he gets up, you’re far too occupied scrambling your brain back in order. But then, you feel two warm palms massage into your ass, kneading and spreading your cheeks apart, pulling your hips up slightly.

“Talk to me.” He coos, his voice teasing and mocking as you feel his stare on your abused pussy, the feeling of his warm spent seeping down your thighs. He needs to hear your voice.

“Hmm…” You can only hum, pleasure still weakening your muscles.

“You look like a fuckin’ meal right now, you know that?” He grumbles, mostly to himself it seems, and you barely manage to move you head and take a peek behind you where Bucky is on his knees with indeed his eyes back on your tingling heat. You smirk lazily and close your eyes again, a long sigh leaving your lips.

“Have at it, Buck.” You tease back with a hum, expecting a laugh from the usually stoic man. What you don’t expect, is what he does next. But while your body tenses up at first, the deep swirl of his warm tongue cleaning you up has you back to melting into his floor.

At this rate, you’ll let him tattoo his name on you.

Joke’s on Bucky though, he already has a design of your name all thought out.

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.bucky barnes ~ fic recs.

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💚 indicates smut | 18+ | minors dni |

.one-shots.

fuck you (derogatory) 💚 @bucksfucks

a ruined mission turns to you & bucky fucking it out. | bucky x fem!reader |

unfortunately yours 💚 @weepingvoidpenguin

when you and bucky successfully infiltrate a hydra auction, you're told to stay another day due to max capacity on the jet. but how are you going to survive a night alone with this insufferable super soldier? especially considering the miniscule size of the room and the obvious dilemma presented; who gets the bed? | bucky x fem!reader |

a little help 💚 @captainsimagines

bucky's been having difficulties in a certain...department. he's at a loss, completely ready to give up until he start theorizing. if you have the ability to heal people, maybe you can help him out. maybe you'll be able to fix him. | bucky x fem!reader |

fingers @buckycuddlebuddy

you couldn't take your eyes off his hands. | tattooartist!bucky x fem!reader |

a clandestine affair 💚 @bonky-n-steeb

bucky can't hold himself back when you look that gorgeous at tony's housewarming party. | bucky x fem!reader |

summer sins 💚 @wintersldr1

ever since you returned from your first year of college, you can't keep your eyes of your dad's best friend, bucky. at a family pool party, you finally give in. | dbf!bucky x fem!reader |

in corpore sano 💚 @straywords

your new personal trainer has a very...hands on approach. | personaltrainer!bucky x plussizefem!reader |

what goes around 💚 @navybrat817

bucky is your friend's dad and your dad's friend and nothing more. until he isn't. | bfd/dbf!bucky x fem!reader |

heavy tipper 💚 @metalbuckaroo

camgirl sites were nothing new to bucky, but a familiar face has him tipping heavily and requesting a private chat. | dbf!bucky x fem!reader |

recipe for disaster 💚 @seventven

your dad's best friend bucky knows you have a crush on him. your parents invite him to join your family for the annual winter vacation. | dbf!bucky x fem!reader |

riding lessons 💚 @nastybuckybarnes

you've just passed your knowledge test and you need someone to teach you how to ride. who better than your dad's best friend? | dbf!bucky x fem!reader |

.series.

these ties that bind us @sweetascanbee

when you’re sixteen years old, you get a soul mark with the letters ‘jbb’ emblazoned on your left wrist. the only problem is, soulmates pairings have basically gone extinct, and the man you’ve been paired with has been dead for seven decades. | bucky x fem!reader | complete |

a taste for older men 💚 @seventven

| P1 | P2 | P3 | P4 | P5 | P6 | P7 | P8 |

y/n is moving back in with her parents after breaking up with her college boyfriend. due to an emergency at work, y/n's dad is unable to pick her up and sends his friend bucky in his stead. to bucky's surprise, y/n is no longer the innocent girl he remembers from years back. | dbf!bucky x fem!reader | complete |

delicate edges @wkemeup

your family’s beloved flower shop was not the only thing you inherited when your parents passed. trapped under a mountain of debt to the hydra club, you bear the cost of your father’s desperate bargain. it’s only in moments when the charming bucky barnes walks into your shop that you can forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. but a war is brewing. the border is crumbling. you’re trapped in the middle. and bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe. | biker!bucky x fem!reader | complete |

astrophile @all1e23

orion rebecca barnes’s favorite thing in the whole world (besides her daddy of course) is spending hours after school in the bookstore by her house and the owner gives her any book she wants; she’s the coolest girl orion has ever met. it doesn’t take long for bucky to notice his daughter’s sudden interest in constellations and the large stack of astrology related books piling up in her room. he’s spent her entire life trying to teach her about the stars and where her name came from with little interest from his little comet and all of a sudden she’s in love. all thanks to the girl who owns the bookstore? | firefighter!bucky x fem!reader | complete |

the two of us @bucky-bucket-barnes

you and bucky go to investigate the phenomenon happening in westview, new jersey. while attempting to understand the issue, you yourselves are sucked into wanda’s world of pretend. now, you believe yourselves to be the happily married mr. and mrs. Barnes; in real life, you are most definitely not a happy pair. it is up to you and bucky to piece together what’s happening while dealing with one another inside the hex. | bucky x fem!reader | complete |

something more 💚 @tellmealovestory

after a bad breakup you ask your best friend to take your virginity. it’s just friends with benefits. what could possibly go wrong? | bucky x fem!reader | complete |

nostalgia for the new @real-jane

bucky meets you because of your exquisite taste in music, and he finds in you a solace he didn’t realize was possible. you create for bucky something he’s never found before: nostalgia for a time that hasn’t happened yet, and hope for a future where he might be loved. | bucky x fem!reader | complete |

for the love of the game 💚 @pellucid-constellations

bucky barnes was a menace. nyu’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. you hated him. he couldn’t figure out why. so when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it. | collegeathlete!bucky x fem!reader | complete |

appointments 💚 @buckycuddlebuddy

bucky barnes, finally able to live freely in the 21st century, accidentally gets a fuck buddy and starts to redisover himself. the only weird thing about this situation is that you have to make an appointment to get railed by him. | tfatws!bucky x fem!reader | complete |

call me when you want 💚 @bonky-n-steeb

when you call a sex hotline with a need to be dominated you don’t expect to meet (or hear) someone as wonderful as james. but your life becomes a complicated mess as you already love your coworker, bucky barnes. however, you are unaware that they are actually the same person. | bucky x fem!reader | complete |

it started with a smile 💚 @writing-for-marvel

bridgerton au. at the start of the new social season, lady whistledown predicts this will finally be the year solitary duke james barnes finds a wife. after a chance meeting at lady danbury’s ball, can you and the duke overcome all obstacles thrown in your path by his scandalous past and your overbearing mother insistent against your match? | duke!bucky x fem!reader | on-going |

a million reasons 💚 @pellucid-constellations

bucky barnes, with all of his trust fund money and family connections, gets assigned community service. you, as someone that’s technically part of the community, now have to put up with him. every day. and he won’t stop killing your plants. | college!bucky x fem!reader | on-going |

the way we were / the way we are 💚 @pedrito-friskito

you met bucky between the bookshelves. he stole your heart beneath starry skies. it was a match made in heaven, but fate had other plans. | bucky x fem!reader | on-going |

the theory of it all 💚 @botnasty

there are theories for everything in life and bucky sure heard some interesting ones. | roommate!bucky x fem!reader | on-going |

house of atlas 💚 @traitorjoelite

at yale, there are more secrets than there’s not, including the four houses of atlas where only the best and brightest students are welcomed. when a fellow classmate disappears, you’re forced to team up with bucky barnes to find out what happened to her. what was once an academic rivalry spirals into a maze of feelings and mysteries, and you find out the hard way that even the secrets you think you know aren’t what they seem. | college!bucky x fem!reader | on-going |

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I just want to say your work is absolutely perfect!

I love SugarDaddy!Andy and TattooArtist!Bucky with my whole being and cannot wait to read more about them

Thank you for sharing your work with the world🫶🏼

I appreciate that, nonnie! I also love sugar daddy!Andy and tattoo artist!Bucky and I can't wait to share more of them when I can.

Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat answers #blog love #love letter 💌#thank you for the kind words #andy barber #bucky barnes #sugar daddy!andy barber #tattoo artist!bucky barnes #sweet nonnie #sending love ❤️#asks are always appreciated

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Stucky Bingo Round-Up #19 (February 12th - 18th)

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Tell Me I’m Your National Anthem by cable-knit-sweater Square filled: Adopted square - Kink: Sexting Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply, watermelon Major tags: Shrunkyclunks, idiots in love, miscommunication, secret relationship Summary: Three different moments in the early stages of Steve & Bucky’s relationship, in which they’re both idiots Format: Part of a multichapter fic

Court Mandated Therapy by singthebeginningofmoana Square filled: G5 - Bucky's Trigger Words Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Talk of Mind Control Major tags: Angst, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Flashbacks, Non-Linear Narrative Summary: An exploration of Bucky's history with therapy and how that affects him. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

I Knew Him by singthebeginningofmoana Square filled: O2 - “But I knew him.” Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Canon Memory Erasing and Gaslighting Major tags: Angst, Amnesia, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Confused Bucky Barnes Summary: Bucky knows that Steve is someone important. He just can't remember. (Set during Captain America: The Winter Soldier.) Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

A Little Love, That's All by purpleicedteas Square filled: B5 - Skinny Steve Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Emotional Insecurity, Loneliness, Inner Homophobia Major tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Touch-Starved, Lonely Steve Rogers, Pining, 1940s, Bucky Wasn't Drafted Summary: Steve Rogers doesn’t know how to flirt. Steve Rogers is in love with his best friend. Steve Rogers' best friend goes out to a club every Saturday to pick up a lady. The solution? Go with him. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

1930s Valentine's Day Blues by endlesstwanted Square filled: I5 - “Jerk” Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: 1930s, Light Angst, Pining, Love Confessionss Summary: Steve had never enjoyed Valentine's Day, and he can’t help but hope for this year to be different. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

what I learned from all those years, what I earned from all those tears by Winnie Square filled: G2 - Kink: Ocean Sex Ao3 rating: Mature Warnings: No archive warnings apply, mentions of past depression and depressive mindsets Major tags: kink: ocean sex, public handjobs, domestic fluff, established relationship Summary: Steve and Bucky go on a nice summer holiday and realize some important things, then celebrate. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

My Fair Bucky by Trinity Day Square filled: O5 - Crack Treated Seriously Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Post CA:TWS, Captain America Smithsonian Exhibit Summary: Steve can't believe his luck when he overhears some tourists talk about the man they saw at the Captain America exhibit, the one that looked so much like Bucky Barnes. But when he rushes to the Smithsonian, the only thing he accomplishes is to chase Bucky away. If returning to the museum the next day is sheer folly, what Steve does when Bucky shows up again is beyond insane. (In Steve's defence, he doesn't actually expect to get away with switching places with his mannequin.) Format: Long oneshot (over 5000 words)

Ink'd Red by Smutconnoisseur Square filled: I2 - AU : Tattoo Shop Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: TattooArtist!Steve, GentlemansClubWorker!Bucky, Oral Sex, Rimming, Workplace Sex Summary: Steve has an unforgettable encounter on Valentine's Day when he stays late at the shop. It forever alters his perspective on cherries. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

That's Not True by singthebeginningofmoana Square filled: G4 - Misunderstandings Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Suicide Attempt Major tags: Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Angst Summary: Steve tells Sam the truth about why he crashed into the ice all those years ago. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

Get Your Shit Together So I Can Love You by Winnie Square filled: G1 - reunion Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply, closeted character,closeted queerness discussion Major tags: angst with a happy ending, domestic dispute, established relationship,everybody needs and gets a hug Summary: Steve and Bucky have a fight and Bucky has a good long think about being in the closet with Steve and all of Steve's baggage. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

Unforeseen Beatitude by Smutconnoisseur Square filled: O2 - Touching Foreheads Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Non-Traditional A/B/O, Unplanned Pregnancy, Mpreg, Explicit Sexual Content, Mentions Of Possible Sterilization Summary: He looks down at the digital calendar in front of him, falling to his knees, and for the first time since Steve dropped the shield for him, Bucky cries. He doesn`t know how long he stays there, on the floor of his hut, curled into himself, face wet with tears and voice hoarse from asking the impossible over and over. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

Don't Let Him Talk by singthebeginningofmoana Square filled: G3 - Under A Spell Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Talk of Mind Control and Winter Soldier Trauma Major tags: Angst, Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Unreliable Narrator, Misunderstandings Summary: Bucky feels comforted when Steve speaks to him. Due to his trauma, he mistakes this for Steve mind controlling him. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

Legendary Outlaw by Smutconnoisseur Square filled: N4 - Kink : Blindfolds Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Consensual non-consent, extreme Dubious consent, Kinks, Rough Sex, Sexual Roleplay Major tags: Non- traditional ABO dynamics, Bondage, Blindfolds, Dacryphilia, Prostate Milking Summary: Steve is an outlaw, a good one, but an outlaw all the same. When he catches wind of a mating run in the area for Alphas to find a match, he risks his livelihood to participate. What he doesn’t know is that across the valley, one crooked sheriff is counting on his attendance. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

#stucky bingo #stucky bingo round 4 #round up 19 #weekly round up #don't forget to fill out the submission form

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granatkoroleva · 7 months

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𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

Individual fics that can be read as a stand-alone or in a nonconcurrent collection

𝐑𝐞𝐝, 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞, & 𝐖𝐨𝐨! ➢ Collection: Red, White, & Woo! (1) | E | 4.8K | Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x Captain America!Steve Rogers

𝐈𝐧𝐤’𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝 ➢ E | 3.3K | TattooArtist!Steve Rogers x GentlemansClubWorker!Bucky Barnes

𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 ➢ E | 2.4K | Nomad!Alpha!Steve x Recovering!Omega!Bucky Barnes

𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐰 ➢ E | 1.4K | Dark!Beta!Sheriff!Bucky Barnes x Outlaw!Alpha!Steve Rogers

𝐉𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤 ➢ E | 1.9K | Undercover!Priest!Bucky x Undercover!Inmate!Steve

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 ➢ E | 4.5K | Pre!Serum Steve Rogers x Beefy/Chubby!Bucky Barnes

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤 ➢ Collection: Red, White, & Woo! (2) | E | 6.6K | Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x Captain America!Steve Rogers

𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝 ➢ E | 10.2K | Dragon!Steve Rogers x Farmer!Bucky Barnes

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝 ➢ E | 4.5K | RetiredCap!Alpha!Steve Rogers x Baker!Omega!Bucky Barnes

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭 ➢ Collection: Bucky's Bunny (1) | E | 4k | Dad's Best Friend!Silver Fox! Bucky Barnes x Graduate!Steve Rogers

𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 ➢ E | 1.6k | Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Pregnant!Omega! Steve Rogers

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 ➢ E | 3.1K | Submissive!Max Burnett x Dom!Andy Barber x Switch!Rockstar!Bucky Barnes

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 ➢ Collection: Daddy At Law | E | 1.4K | Andy Barber/Thomas T.J Hammond

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 ➢ E | 834 | Himbo!Steve Rogers x Bartender!Bucky Barnes

𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ➢ E | 2K | Pre!Serum Steve Rogers x Modern!Bucky Barnes

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭��𝐢𝐧 ➢ E | 2.6K | Modern!Bucky Barnes x Modern!Post-Serum!Steve Rogers 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ➢ E | 3.7K | Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Alpha Wolf!Werewolf!Steve Rogers 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 ➢ E | 9.7K | Trans!Nurse Steve Rogers x Vampire!Bucky Barnes 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ➢ Collection: Bucky's Bunny (2) E | 2.3K | Dad's Best Friend!Silver Fox! Bucky Barnes x Graduate!Steve Rogers

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ➢ E | 2k | Erotic Performer!Bucky Barnes x Officer!Steve Rogers

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 ➢ E | 3K | Dom!Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes! x Sub!Steve Rogers x Sub!Pre-War!Bucky Barnes

𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐲 ➢ E | 2K | Adrenaline Junkie!Bucky Barnes/Pre!Serum! Steve Rogers

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 ➢ E | 2.5K | Demon!Bucky Barnes x Librarian!Steve Rogers

𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 ➢ Collection: Summertime Swooning (1) | M | 762 | Pre!Serum!Steve Rogers x Modern!Bucky Barnes

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 ➢ E | 1.1K | James "Bucky" Barnes x Thomas "T. J." Hammond x Steve Rogers

𝐀 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ➢ Collection: Summertime Swooning (2) | M | 1K | Pre!Serum!Steve Rogers x Modern!Bucky Barnes

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 ➢ Collection: Two Side of The Same Coin (1) | E | 1.4K | CW!Bucky Barnes x Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐲 ➢ Collection: Summertime Swooning (3) | T | 1.3k | Pre!Serum!Steve Rogers x Modern!Bucky Barnes

𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭 ➢ E | 1.1K | World War II Bucky Barnes x Captain America!Steve Rogers

𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ➢ E | 2K | CEO!James "Bucky" Barnes x Sugar Baby!TJ Hammond

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐧 ➢ E | 1.3K | Priest!James Bucky Barnes x Demon!Nomad! Steve Rogers

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐡 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧 ➢ E | < 1K | Roman!Royalty!James Bucky Barnes x Gladiator!Steve Rogers

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰 ➢ Collection: Red, White, & Woo! (3) | E | 3.6K | Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x Captain America!Steve Rogers

𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ➢ E | 5.2K | Modern!Bucky Barnes x Pre-Serum Steve Rogers

𝐅𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨 ➢ E | 1.8K | Bucky Barnes x Lloyd Hansen / Bucky Barnes x Lloyd Hansen x Nick Fowler

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ➢ E | 2K | Dark!Witch!Bucky Barnes/Incubus!Chase Collins

𝐁𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 ➢ E | 1.7K | Modern!Bucky Barnes x Boss!Ari Levinson

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐥 ➢ E | 4K | Master!Handler!Steve Kemp x Pup!Winter Soldier

𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐫 ➢ E | 2K | TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Johnny Storm

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 ➢ E | 3.2K | Steve Kemp x Lloyd Hansen

𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐆𝐨 ➢ T | 1K | Frat Boy!Steve Rogers x Amputee!College Student!Bucky Barnes

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 ➢ E | 1.9K | Modern!Steve Rogers x Ghost!Bucky Barnes

𝐀𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬 ➢ M | 2.6K | Recovering!Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Architect!Pre-Serum!Steve Rogers

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 ➢ Collection: Interview To Be My Vampire (3) | M | 2.1K | Vampire!King!Steve Rogers x Human!Bride!Bucky Barnes

𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 ➢ | E | 4.8K | Grad Student!Bucky Barnes x Incubus!Steve Rogers

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐀𝐬 𝐀 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 ➢ | E | 6.7K | Mob Boss!Bucky Barnes x Agent!Steve Rogers

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡𝐬 ➢ | E | 3.4K | Kelpie!Bucky Barnes x Merman!Prince!Steve Rogers

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐨𝐫 ➢ | E | 1K | Sheriff!Lee Bodecker x Younger!Neighbor!Bucky Barnes

𝐀 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 ➢ | E | 2K | Beefy!Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Alpha!Cap!Steve Rogers

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢-𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬

#stucky #smutconnoisseur #S.C's Masterlist #bucky barnes #fic masterpost

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onceuponastory · 2 years

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art - bucky barnes x reader

Plot: Bucky finds a way to give Y/N a tattoo without the pain. Pairing: TattooArtist!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: A few mentions of tattoos hurting and the feeling of getting them. Nothing too graphic, but I know tattoos and needles can freak some people out. Notes: Since I’ve just booked 2 more tattoos, and because I had so much fun writing my last tattoo artist Bucky AU (which you can read here if you’d like), I decided to write another small one. Not beta’d, so all mistakes are my own.

Bucky and Y/N sit on the couch together, their legs intertwined as they lean into each other’s bodies. Even though they’re both sitting in silence, it’s a comfortable one, with both of them just like being around each other. More often than not, it’s all the other person needs. “Bucky?” Y/N asks, breaking their silence.

“Mhm?”

“What does a tattoo feel like? Is it really painful?” Bucky’s eyebrows furrow. As a tattoo artist, he’s used to people asking him that question a lot. It’s practically part of the job at this point. But Y/N hasn’t asked him this question in a while, so he’s unsure why she’s asking it seemingly out of the blue.

“I wouldn’t say so. It’s more of an uncomfortable feeling. I like the sensation, though. Then again, I have a lot of tattoos, and I do them for my job, so I’m pretty biased.” He looks over at her, studying her face. “Why? Do you want one?”

“...Well, yeah, I do. And it has to be from you, of course!” Despite her smile though, Bucky can sense something is wrong, and there’s something deeper that she’s not telling him. When she then asks: “Is it a weird sensation though? Like, does it still freak you out?” That reinforces his belief even more.

“Y/N? Are you sure you’re okay about getting one?” He asks, and she nods.

“Yeah! I’m just asking about the pain. That’s normal, right?” Bucky raises a brow.

“Well, yeah. I’m just concerned because you’re asking about the pain and the sensation a lot.” He points out. “If you’re uncomfortable about it, you don’t have to pretend.”

“I’m just such a wuss, and I’m terrified it’ll be too painful.” She admits, clearly embarrassed as she refuses to meet his eyes. “But I want one from you more than anything, so I guess I’ll just have to deal with it, right? I mean, surely I can do it.” She mumbles. Bucky can tell by her face, she’s terrified. He sighs.

“Sweetheart.” Bucky soothes. “If you’re not ready for one, don’t force yourself. It’s alright. We can do one whenever you’re ready. And if you’re never ready, that’s fine too.”

“I know, but I want a tattoo from you.” Y/N explains. “You’re so talented and I love your art, and I want to show off all your talent. I just hate how I’m such a baby who can’t handle pain. Like I almost cried when I stubbed my toe last night.” She groans.

“Y/N, there’s nothing wrong with being unable to handle pain. We all have our limits. Trust me, I’ve had big burly guys screaming in pain and unable to make it through a session. Even I’ve had to tap out a few times because it was too painful.”

“Really?” she gasps, her eyes wide. Bucky nods, chuckling a little at her wide eyes. “But you have so many tattoos, and you’re always so brave about them!”

“Well, that doesn’t mean anything. Like I said, I’m a wuss too.” He shrugs. “And besides, it doesn’t matter to me if you have my work tattooed on you or not. It doesn’t stop me loving you any more than I already do.” He kisses her temple, and Y/N visibly relaxes, feeling better already. Bucky sits with her even longer, his arm slung around her shoulders as he peppers kisses all over her exposed skin. Still, he wishes there was a way for him to help Y/N. As his eyes move to her arms and shoulders, an idea enters Bucky’s mind. Without another word, he gets up, murmuring that he’ll be back in a minute. Y/N frowns, but has no time to ask what he’s doing before he’s gone. When he sits back down again, Bucky has a sharpie clutched in his hand. “What was it you wanted?” He asks.

“Um, just some flowers. I didn’t have any specific ones in mind.” Bucky nods before leaning in. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m giving you a tattoo.” He smiles. “Now, sit nice and still for me, okay, sweetheart? This one is gonna be a bit more freehanded than usual.” She nods, and Bucky gets to work. As he draws, he chats to her a few times, but is focused on his drawing. Y/N sneaks a few glances as he works, despite Bucky’s laughter and his orders for her to keep it a surprise. Feeling the pen running along her skin, Y/N smiles, sighing happily. She’s so lucky to have someone like Bucky in her life, someone who wants to make her dreams of a tattoo come true despite her inability to actually get one. She loves him so much. “Okay, and done.” Bucky announces after a while. He holds up a mirror, and Y/N looks at Bucky’s work. Immediately, she smiles. The tattoo is huge, and each flower is intricately detailed. Y/N twists her arm, staring at it from every possible angle, finding new things to love each time. It’s a testament to Bucky’s work…and to his love for her. “So, what do you think?” Bucky asks.

“It’s beautiful.” Y/N murmurs, her voice shaking as she tries not to cry. “I love it. You’re so talented.” Bucky kisses her cheek and takes her hand, interlinking his calloused fingers with hers.

“You do? Good, because I love you too.” He replies, kissing her again. “I might have to redo your tattoo in a few days, though.” He chuckles.

“That’s alright. You can draw on me as many times as you want. I’m just honoured to finally have your art on me. Actually….” She whispers with a grin. “I have an idea for my other arm if you have time.”

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