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me the first time i tried edibles- “i think i’m going to die”

Spicy Brownies

18+ 

High Bucky x reader 

Remember Spicy Plants ? Here’s spicy brownies. Welcome to another crack fic. 

Imagine the first time Bucky tries edibles. He knew they would hit differently than smoking but he didn’t think much would happen so he had another. Then another. He was a super solider so he’d be fine. So he had one more. 

He was fine.

He was totally and completely fine. 

“Y/N!”

“Y/N Y/N Y/N!!”

“Oh my GOD!”

You and Steve sat in the living room, giving each other panicked looks hearing Bucky yelling from your shared bedroom. You both sprinted to the elevator and ran down the hall, bursting through the door, unsure of what was going on. 

“What is it Buck- oh my god” 

“What the hell…” Steve blinked, slowly backing away while you cocked your head to the side, observing a very naked Bucky looking at the mirror. 

“He nakeyyyy” Bucky whispered, staring at himself in the mirror wide eyed, cupping his own cheeks in utter shock. “Y/n, there’s a naked man in our room” 

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i just realized the guy that i have been in love with for the past like 3 months is probably in fact not in love with me because he hasn’t acted the same recently and his vibes are off… is mercury still in retrograde or am i just a hopeless romantic destined to loving fictional characters

friendly reminder that if i have ever befriended you and have not spoken to you in a while it’s nothing you’ve done wrong it’s just because i’m a piece of shit at keeping in contact with people and i still love you okay good

I’m just like tv static but a girl

i’m gonna love this i just know

A Taste for Older Men Masterlist

dbf!bucky barnes au

warnings: age gap [reader is around 22 & bucky is 39]; never ending elements of dominance, submission and brat taming; masturbation and toys; dirty talk; orgasm denial; oral sex and dick worship; degradation; spanking; face slapping (consensual of course); mild daddy kink; voyeurism; size kink; penetrative sex;  praise kink; breath play; bucky falls in love, y/n doesn’t. 

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A Taste for Older Men [part i] 

summary: 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.

A Taste for Older Men [part ii] 

summary: bucky comes over to watch a game with y/n’s father. alone in her room and still consumed by her previous conversation with him, y/n drowns in wicked thoughts of bucky.

A Taste for Older Men [part iii] 

summary: bucky volunteers to fix the sink at y/n’s family home while her parents are away. a discussion about recent events leads to an agreement.

A Taste for Older Men [part iv] 

summary: a barbecue with y/n’s parents turns from bad to worse when y/n decides to give bucky a taste of his own medicine. towards the end of the night, y/n is assigned the task of giving him a ride home. she receives payback for her bad behaviour.

A Taste for Older Men [part v] 

summary: bucky invites y/n over to his apartment so they can spend an intimate evening together. things quickly slip out of control. an unexpected guest brings them back to reality.

A Taste for Older Men [part vi] 

summary: bucky and y/n’s family receive an invitation to a common friend’s birthday party. one thing leads to another and soon, y/n’s father confronts the guy she’s been drunkenly flirting with. bucky decides he is sick of y/n’s immaturity. but is he really?

A Taste for Older Men [part vii] 

summary: pleased with y/n’s apology for her bad behaviour, bucky finally gives her what she has been craving this whole time. in the middle of the night and with her dad sleeping peacefully down the hall, y/n’s dirty little fantasy comes to life. at the end, y/n comes to a frightening realisation.

A Taste for Older Men [part viii] 

summary: a less than pleasant conversation over breakfast leads to bucky making the decision that y/n’s father deserves to know about them. y/n’s wants and needs differ from those of bucky. 

🤌🏻🤌🏻 bucky is just so 😫

— Wash Away My Sins | B. Barnes

au; mob boss!bestfriend.

pairing; bucky barnes x reader.

summary; bucky barnes is your best friend and also one of the scariest mob bosses in the city. when he finds out that your current boyfriend has never pleased you, he takes it upon himself to show you what you deserve.

word count; 2.7k.

warnings; smut [oral (f), fingering, p in v, bondage (tie around neck), rough sex], language, angst [cheating, confessing feelings], fluff.

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a/n; a repost because tags were down the first time.

Do NOT copy, repost, translate or rewrite my work.

— “and when they finally realized that they felt the same about each other, the stars aligned”.

Bucky smiles when he hears the familiar pattern of knocking on the door. He knows that you are on the other side and that lifts his mood up a ton. “Doll” he sighs when you walk in. 

“James” you speak back noting the white dress shirt he has on paired with black pants and a matching tie.

“How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t have to knock”?

“I'm terrified at the thought of witnessing one of your middays hookups if I don’t” you joke as you grab the glass of whiskey from his desk and slump into the couch infront of it. 

“Sipping whiskey” he reminds you before he closes the file in his hand and gives you his full attention. “I take it you had a rough day”.

“Brutal”. You don’t hesitate.

“Who do I have to kill”? Neither does he.

Having been Bucky’s best friend for years now, you know the mob boss is dead serious when he asks the question. He’s always been protective over you and in a sense, you find it attractive.

“If theres a ‘me’ option i’ll gladly take it” you groan, putting the glass down on the table beside you. 

“What happened honey? Did they ID you downstairs again? Those fucking idiots. I don’t know how many times i'm going to have to tell them that you're free to enter until it gets through-” you cut off his rambleing with a wave of the hand.

“No its not- it’s not that James”. You let out another groan. You arent even sure if you should tell him whats going on. Bucky’s always found your boyfriends to be nothing but bothers. Always stating that they don’t deserve you, or that you could do better, or even as far as to say that he’s the only one who knows how to treat you right. You always dismissed his remaks -espessialy the last one- and thought of them as no more than a good friend being a good friend. After all, theres no way that Bucky feels the same way about you as you do about him. “It’s my boyfriend”.

“Bob”?

“You know what his name is”.

“Billy”?

“Elijah”.

“Whatever” he mumbles walking over to the couch you're on. “What’d he do”?

It’s not what he did, it’s what he didn’t do.

You shake your head, regretting even have bringing him up in the first place. “Nevermind, I shouldn’t even have mentioned it. I know how you feel about him”.

“That he’s a piece of shit who’s never going to deserve you? I was gonna feel that way about him whether you mentioned it or not”. His head tilts to the side when he notices that you have something on your mind that you really have to express. “Come on, doll – talk to me”.

You throw your head back and your hands fly at your face, wiping down it roughly. “It’s so fucking embarrassing though” you mumble into your fingers, looking at Bucky through the corner of your eyes for a reaction. His expression stays neutral. ”Thought we were at the point in our friendship where nothing was embarrassing”. Having to call what the two of you have a friendship almost makes him throw up. But what he has with you only is a friendship, and his hating it doesn’t change the reality of it.

You chuckle, head turning to look at him again. His features are soft and welcoming. Many people in the city wouldn’t be able to say that they’ve seen them on him but then again only you are the person who Bucky can be soft around. “It’s just me. Just your James” he says, as he takes your hand into his. “You can tell me anything”. 

You purse your lips together when he kisses the top of your hand. He really does mean that you can tell him anything because he can’t imagine anything as embarrassing as what you’re going through with Elijah. 

It’s killing you that you can’t tell him. You frown as you remember the time when you and Bucky were on a dinner date and you made him run to a corner shop when you got your period all of a sudden. Or when you were sick for a whole week and Bucky came over to take care of you, not a care about the bacteria he would harness from being around you. Or when he beat up that perv that catcalled you in the middle of the street, almost taking his life had you not been there to stop him. 

Bucky’s been there for you through thick and thin, surely he would be there for you now.

You take a deep breath and turn your body to face him completely.

“Elijah he… He's... He’s never…” Bucky patiently waits for you to spit it out.

“He’s never made me come" you blurt out all of a sudden, eyes snapping shut when you realize what you’ve done. Slowly opening your eyes, you cringe at Bucky’s reaction.

His eyes are squinted, his bottom lip is tugged under his teeth, and his eyebrows are furrowed tight. “I should’ve just shut up” you groan into your hands.

“No! No!” he speaks moving your hands from under you. “I just needed time to process”.

“Okay so…”?

“So I think he’s an ass”.

You roll your eyes as you get up. “See! I knew you were going to say something like that”!

Bucky pulls you back down. This time you're seated closer to him. “No honey like he’s actually an ass. What kind of a guy doesn’t know how to have sex”?

“Well… it’s not that he doesn’t know how to have sex”. Now Bucky’s confused. “He for sure comes. It’s just that he doesn’t make me”.

“That's not sex.” Buckys starts, voice monotone, disappointed that you don’t realize it. “Fucking someone and only making yourself come is doing half the job and half the job doesn’t count. So no, technically he doesn’t know how to have sex”. 

“Fine my boyfriend doesn’t know how to have sex!” you exclaim with your hands on your face again. “It wouldn’t even be a problem but I'm so fucking frustrated”. Sexually, you mean, but you decide that he can piece the puzzles together on that one.  

“I can only imagine” he chuckles. You look up at him with a frown. “Are you seriously laughing at my misery”?

“I mean, I don’t know what you expected from a pathetic excuse of a boy like him”. 

You have had it with Bucky laughing at your taste in men. “You know what James? I’m tired of you laughing at me and my choices so either do something about it or shut up”! A part of you feels bad that you are taking all of your anger out on him but there is some truth to your words. You do want Bucky to do to you what Elijah is supposed to. 

And he jumps at the offer.

He scoots closer to you, flesh hand making its way to hold your face. You melt in his touch. What you’ve been wanting for so long, you were getting. You were getting Bucky. Everything in you to go with it. To take what the universe was giving you but the thought of losing Bucky as a friend overweighed those suggestions.

“James” you breathe. “We can’t”.

“Why not honey”.? Bucky’s voice is low. He knows what you’re thinking “I want you”. His hand cradles your face softer than before but right as his face scoots a bit closer you drop your head to your neck.

His fingers guide you to look up at him again. The other hand moves your hair behind your ear. “James” you breathe out again feeling his thumb brush over your bottom lip. “Tell me you don't want it too baby” he starts, finger running along your jawline. “Tell me you don’t want this as bad as I do”. Your eyelids flutter when his eyes darken. 

“I don’t want to ruin what we have”. As hard as it is to, you turn your face away from him again but just as before his fingers make your eyes meet his again. “We won't ruin anything” he whispers, pressing his forehead onto yours.

“Promise,” you mumble, nose brushing against his.

“What”?

“Promise me that we’ll still hang out, and talk and won't avoid each other like they do in the movies”.

“I promise baby,” he whispers with a slight chuckle. “I promise”.

Hearing that you inch your face closer to his and close your eyes. Your lips collide and it's as if a bomb goes off. All other sounds drop away, all you can feel is his lips against yours, pressing just harshly enough to make you moan into them. He brings one hand to your back, pressing you closer to his body, feeling you fit perfectly against him. The other grabs the back of your head and moves swiftly between you're hair. “Take off your clothes sweetheart” he speaks against you when you give him a segway.

Your hands immediately grab the sides of your shirt and you lift the thin top over your head, tossing it with no care as to where it lands. Bucky pauses to take it all in. God did he adore your body. You start at his lips again as his hands quickly fall to your jeans. You both stand up to make it easier for them to come off.

“God sweetheart” he mumbles pulling the cloth downwards. “Did’ya have this shit tailored onto your body”?

You laugh at his impatience and the way you bite your bottom lip and look up at him through your lashes has him growing frustrated. He finally decides that it’s easier that he just rip them off.

“James!“ you yelp, eyes shot wide. “That was a new pair”.

“Relax” he insists, backing you up to sit on his desk. “After this, I’ll buy you the whole store if you’d like”. And hell does he mean it.

You smile when his lips attach to your neck and hand moves to unclasp your bra. “For now, take off your panties and put these on”.

And you don’t need to be told twice. In no time you’re sat at the edge of his desk, only wearing the dog tags he handed you and the spark in your eyes Bucky loved more than anything.

“You’re so fucking beautiful” he speaks mostly to himself as he drinks the sight of you in.

“James. I need you so bad” you whimper, hand grabbing at his tie and pulling him closer.

“I know sweetheart. I know” he reassures, but instead pulling away and lowering himself in between your legs. 

You shiver when you feel his breath on your core. “Gotta make you feel good first”.

You bite your lip in anticipation and then all of a sudden feel his mouth on your cunt. His lips attach to your clit, sucking like everything depends on it, making one of your hands grip the back of his head and lace through his brown locks while the other grabs onto the desk behind you for dear life.

“James fuck!” you moan when you feel his tongue lap up your juices.

His eyes watch for reactions. Watch as your back arches off his desk and hips push closer into him. “Mmm” his hums send the sweetest of vibrations to your core making you hook a leg on his shoulder. He pulls the other one up too knowing that you're not going to be able to support yourself in a bit. “Oh shit! Feels so good…” you trail off when your vision starts to blur and the knot in your stomach starts to tighten.

When seeing you clench around nothing, Bucky thrusts two fingers into you and watches as your head is thrown back again, pleasure coursing through your veins.

"Good girl, just let it all out" he speaks, face detaching from you and coming up to meet your eyes. But you can’t look at him. Not when his fingers are moving in and out of you so fast that you’re seeing stars. His scent of pine and sandalwood fills your nostrils while you can hear him softly chuckling at how fast you’re coming undone by him.

“M’close” you whimper, head falling onto his shoulder. “Fuck please dont stop, m’so close”.

He leans his head against yours and works his fingers faster, bringing his thumb up to circle your clit again. “M’not gonna stop honey. Not until I have you makin a mess all over my fingers”.

That's the final push you need to tip over the edge. Your climax hits you so hard that you bite Bucky’s shoulder to keep yourself from yelling at the top of your fucking lungs. 

“Mmnfgh”!

Bucky moves his hand up and down the back of your head as you come down from your high. “Shhh. I know honey. I know”.

“James” you speak lazily as you loosen your jaw from his shirt. “That was the best I’ve fucking felt in a while”.

He smiles at you, brushing the sweaty hair away from your face. “I’m not done just yet baby. Turn around for me. Wanna be buried so deep inside this cunt that you forget your own name”.

You do as he says, leaning over his desk as he takes off his clothes. When you look over your shoulder Bucky is taking off his tie and loosening it. Next thing you know, he puts your head through the hole and turns it around. “What's this for?” you ask, watching him tighten it just a tad.

“It’s so that I can fuck you like Billy never could”. 

You smile, turning your head back to face the window. 

"Gimme a word honey" Bucky mumbles, hand spreading his pre cum down the rest of his cock.

Your eyes flutter closed when you feel his tip move closer to your entrance, “red.”

“You're so fucking wet baby.” He taunts you before pushing his cock inside you. He waits for a beat, allowing you to adjust to his size. "Gonna start moving now alright"?

"Please" you whisper, mouth hung slightly open.

His hips slowly start moving in and out of you and you whine loudly at the same time that he groans. Bucky relishes the feeling of your warmth around him, grabbing the tie around your neck and pulling slightly so that you're as close to him as possible. Your breath is shaky as you feel him fill you up. He feels so good inside of you and your hand swipes the papers off of his desk.

"Shit honey" he grits through his teeth. "Squeezin' me so good this tight little cunt".

"Keep going, James! Fuck keep going"!

He kisses down your back, smirking when a series of whimpers escape your throat. “Don't worry. I'm not stopping until it's stuck in your head that you're my little cum slut”.

And he's giving it to you like you want it; hard, fast and raw. It's definitely in your head that you're his alone.

You moan as he grabs your boobs and rolls your nipple between his fingers. "Agh so good" you mumble feeling yourself dangerously close to your orgasm. Bucky tugs on the tie harder. "Shhh. I got you honey. I got you".

With a few more thrusts, the knot in your stomach tightens and you fall over the edge. Your legs go limp and your body falls down. Luckily Bucky's arm stops you before you slam onto the wooden desk.

"James!" you scream, coming all over his cock. As you ride out your orgasm, Bucky comes too. You can feel his cock spasm inside of you his body falls on top of yours. With pleasure still coursing through you, you turn around to face him.

"That was fucking amazing," you tell James as you watch him pull up his pants.

He smiles while he buckles his belt, watching you sit down on his desk wearing nothing but his tie and dog tags around your neck. "You look fucking amazing".

For the next few moments, the two of you stare at each other knowing that what just happened was not only going to be a one-time occurrence.

— la fin.

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A New Uniform

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky is in need of new mission attire. You help him get all the details of his new suit, and the two of you relish in the new look of Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: fluff. Pet name (sweetheart). Working on the details ppl, it’s a process. Shy Bucky

A/N: Howdy! Flabbergasted by the response on my last post *gasp* Also did not expect almost 100 followers within my first two months on this app. #feelinggrateful

“What’s going on in that handsome head of yours?”

Bucky glanced up at you with a smirk which he was most definitely trying to hide. His hand brushed through his fluffy short brown hair as he sat back in his chair.

“Steve says I need a mission suit. Something less, winter soldier-ish, I guess.”

He was clearly flustered. There were lots of scribbles on his legal pad. Some words and a few sketches, a few pens snapped in half from Bucky’s strong grip were thrown off to the side next to his cup of black coffee.

You sighed and lightly placed your hand on his shoulder, rubbing your thumb soothingly in circles as your head rested on his opposite shoulder. Leaning his head on yours, Bucky muttered a quick, “I don’t know,” before tossing his pen on the notepad.

“What do you want in a suit?”

Bucky took a moment to compose his thoughts. “Something comfortable, maybe a suit that doesn’t restrict,” he motioned to his arm, “ya know that, and oh,” his expression brightened as he said, “pockets! Lots of pockets.”

“Okay fair points,” you lightly chuckled as you sat on his lap looking between him and the notepad. Bucky’s hand came to rest around your waist while his head rested on your arm.

“Let’s start at material,” you said assuringly, taking the pen from the notepad and scribbling the word material in a blank space.

“I usually wear black,” Bucky muttered.

“You said you wanted something less from your past right? What other colors do you like?”

“My ma always said blue looked good on me. She said it matches my eyes,” Bucky’s eyes stared off into nothing as he remembered his mother. Your touch finally broke his train of thought while you ran your hand lightly up and down his arm.

“What about navy hm? It’s a nice transition from the all black. I agree with your mom, but I just really love your eyes.”

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he murmured completely blushing. “I like navy.” He was in awe of your thinking. It was a silly superhero suit, but it was more than that to him. It was a step in a new direction and for you to want to help him and care about it, that was everything to Bucky.

“Okay and you want comfort, no left sleeve, and pockets,” you mumbled while scribbling down all that you said.

“Lots of pockets,” Bucky added in a playful tone.

“Lots of pockets,” you teased back with a giggle, turning to him with a smile.

———

It was two weeks later and Bucky was anxious up until now when he got his suit from whoever makes all the Avengers suits. It was packaged in a nice box, addressed politely to Sargent James Buchanan Barnes.

You sat excitedly waiting for Bucky to walk out into the living room. The rest of the team was out on missions, so it was just you and Bucky to take in his new look.

Finally, he stepped out, first, you saw his boots which were his usual black boots that he had worn for forever. Then his pants which were new black leather, they were sleek with small red detailing just below his hips.

The real pièce de résistance of it all was the shirt, a nice navy leather covered his chest with one black strap placed across his chest, the same red from the pants making little appearances on the apparel. His waist was perfectly fitted to the leather, slim but oh so sexy.

He looked nervous as he stepped out, clearly worried about your opinion. Taking a few more steps, he stood showing off his new look. Confidence was spread all across his face the second he saw your expression.

“You look so handsome Buck,” you said in awe of your boyfriend.

“Comfortable?” You asked, standing up from your chair.

“Very,” Bucky replied looking down and taking in his look once more. “Look,” he said all excited taking your hand and pulling you towards him.

“Pockets,” he whispered like a kid telling you a secret. He turned a few times to show the pockets laid out around his suit. The two of you laughed and giggled as you took in every little detail of the suit, ooing and aweing at certain features that were minuscule to the average person but important to Avengers.

There were lots of great things about this moment but the best feeling was seeing Bucky not as the winter soldier, but much more than his previous title. He would tell you often of how sometimes when he looks in the mirror, he still sees the winter soldier. He pictures himself with the long greasy hair and the scowl, as if that part of him is coinciding with him always.

“So, do I look like a superhero?”

“Yes, but also,” you came around to look in the mirror with him. Your hands placed at each side of his arms, with the two of you just taking in his look.

“You look like Bucky. Just Bucky.”

Bucky was no one else but himself, and for the first time in a long time, he agreed with you.

stop this is like the cutest thing i’ve ever read

first name basis

in which only you can call bucky by his first name

word count: 1.6k

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a/n: hi bffs !! hope ur all well <33 thank u to this request for this v fluffy fic <333 hope u guys enjoy ! sorry for any typos :P

It was quiet, the soft pattering of raindrops on the window and the city ambiance filled the Brooklyn apartment. It was somewhat empty, but Bucky had said it was just because he had just moved in. You knew he was lying.

The two of you were sat up with your backs against his headboard, scrolling through channels to find something to watch. He had an arm around you, holding you close to him. You were leaning into him, your head lightly resting on his chest.

“there’s never anything good on anymore” bucky grumbled and you smiled.

“you sound like an old man” you chuckled, taking the controller from his hand and flipping through channels, finally settling on some nature documentary about lions.

“i am 106, you know that right?” He teased you and you rolled your eyes, elbowing him lightly and causing him to groan dramatically. His antics made you elbow him even harder, laughing as he pouted at you.

“oh boohoo” you teased him, sticking your tongue out. Bucky gasped, eyes widening at your actions.

“i cant believe you” he frowned, smiling as he tackled you and caused you to fall over, he pinned your hands above your head, looking at you with soft eyes. “you’re gonna pay y/n” he smiled, peppering kisses all over your face before finally gently placing his lips onto yours.

It was a soft and tender kiss, nothing but pure love and sweetness. The kind that you smile into and blush while your lips are still connected, the kind bucky always wanted.

As the two of you pulled away he wasted no time in pulling you to his side, leaning against his headboard and letting your head rest comfortably on his chest. It was quiet, neither of you speaking and just focusing on the lions on tv, occasionally making comments about how cute the cubs were.

“your middle name is actually Buchanan?” You blurted out, causing bucky to jump a bit. He looked at you confused before nodding his head.

“yeah it is, why?” He smiled at your question as you thought silently.

“dunno, it’s just, Buchanan” you giggled and bucky blushed.

“are you making fun of my middle name?” He asked, trying his best to hold back the smile on his face and you shook your head quickly.

“no! i mean, a little bit i guess” you laughed and bucky smiled brightly at you, loving the sound of your laughter.

“i can’t believe you” bucky frowned and you pouted, moving up to kiss his jawline.

“oh angel, you know your middle name doesn’t change a thing between us” he smiled at your words, loving the way you so easily caved. “tell me your full name” you smiled at him, “wanna hear you say it” you giggled and he rolled his eyes before sighing.

“James Buchanan Barnes” he spoke, his voice smooth as he stared at you, a smile on his face when you hummed.

“James” you spoke, the name rolling off your tongue like it was the most wonderful thing in the world. Buckys heart raced, his face flushed and his stomach was in knots. “you know that’s a lot better than buchanan” you teased, craning your neck a bit to look at bucky.

“say it again” he whispered, his heartbeat in his ears as you looked at him confused.

“that your middle name is ridiculous?” you smiled and he shook his head.

“no doll, my name” his voice was soft, just above a whisper.

“James” you repeated the name, smiling at the bashful smile on his face and the way his face flushed as you spoke his name.

“‘t sounds nice when you say it” he mumbled, his face was hot and you scrambled to sit up, cupping his face with one hand and kissing his lips before speaking up.

“well, how about we toss bucky out the window and i call you james, yeah?” You suggested and he nodded, smiling at you before crashing his lips onto yours.

Bucky didn’t know what it was about it. Maybe it’s because you were the only person since steve to make him feel like himself and not like an ex assassin. Maybe it’s because you helped remind of who he was, not the winter soldier but James Barnes. Maybe it was the way you said his name and it sounded as sweet and smooth as honey. Bucky didn’t know and he didn’t really care much, he just knew he only wanted you to call him that.

“hey guys!” You smiled as you and bucky walked into the compound hand in hand, giving the team a small wave before you and bucky headed into the kitchen.

There was some big game on tonight and the team was having a watch party, everyone gathered into the living room excited as they watched some pregame stuff. You and bucky were working in the kitchen, you had offered to make dinner so you wouldn’t have to pay an absurd amount for some takeout.

The sound of the tv was quieter and you and bucky were quick to take out all the ingredients needed from the kitchen, placing them on the counter. Bucky loved helping you cook so the two of you moved easily together in the kitchen.

Sam and steve walked into the kitchen, smiling as they saw you cooking, the smell of the food in the air.

“you guys need any help?” Sam asked, looking at how easily you and bucky handed things off to each other.

“could you help set the table up? the forks and spoons are over there” you smiled and Sam nodded, grabbing the stack and handing the forks to steve. “James can you pass me some of the salt please?” You asked, not thinking twice, bucky handed it to you with no hesitation.

Steve and Sam were grounded in their spots, shock on their faces as they processed your words.

“did- did you just call him James?” Steve asked, brows furrowed at you. You smiled at him and chuckled, completely confused as to why it was such a big deal.

“yeah, why? I do it all the time” you shrugged your shoulders, bucky had a bashful grin on his face, grabbing some cups and shoving his friends away and towards the table. Steve and Sam looked at bucky as he set some cups down on the table with them.

“so they can call you James but when i do it i get a knife two inches from my face?” Sam spoke crossing his arms across his chest and frowning at his friend. Bucky rolled his eyes, ignoring him and going to get more cups.

“can you tell everyone the foods ready?” You asked bucky, grabbing the plates and placing three filled with food into his arms. He smiled, kissing your temple before heading to the dining room.

“foods ready!” He called out, you could hear the team cheering as they all sat down around the table, excited to eat.

“james can you come get these please!” You called out, everyone whipping their head around to you.

“wh- James? You call him James?” Rhodey scoffed and you looked at him with furrowed brows.

“well yeah that’s his name isn’t it” you laughed and he nodded quickly.

“i called you that one time and you threatened me” Rhodey spoke and bucky blushed, taking the plates from you quickly and rushing to give everyone food so they would stop talking.

“glad to know I’m not alone” Sam laughed, looked at Rhodey, natasha nodded.

“he told me to not call him that” steve frowned and you felt your face heating up.

You were the only one that called him James. You could feel your heart fluttering as you locked eyes with bucky, smile on your face when he walked over to you to get the plates for you and him.

“didn’t know you were so protective over your name buchanan” you teased and he rolled his eyes, the rest of the team already eating and talking amongst themselves after you told them to hurry and eat before the game started.

Bucky smiled and snaked his arms around your waist, leaning down and kissing you softly, the two of you smiling into the kiss before pulling away.

“only like it when you say it doll” he whispered and you blushed, heart skipping a beat as he kissed your forehead and let go of you, carrying the two plates in his hands and leaving you in the kitchen. You but your lip and smiled, following him quickly and eating with the rest of the team.

While steve and Sam cleaned the table up and tony and peppered filled the dishwasher you cuddled up with bucky on the couch, eyes closing when he ran his fingers through your hair.

“i love you” bucky mumbled and you smiled, “love you so much y/n y/l/n” he spoke, kissing the top of your head.

“and i love you so much james bucky barnes” you whispered, placing a soft kiss to his cheek before cuddling back into his chest, eyes fluttering shut.

His stomach fluttered and his heart skipped a beat. Sure it had been thousands of time that you had spoken his name, calling him james in any and every tone. But everytime he found himself blushing and smiley, he found himself wanting to hear you say it again, and again and again.

Maybe it was because you helped ground him. Or maybe it was because you helped him become himself again.

As bucky looked at your breathing peacefully on his chest, drifting to sleep despite the the cheers from the rest of the team he realized why he loved hearing you say his name.

It brought him back home. And home was here, with you.

It was with you and his family as they watched a game together, huddled together and squished into three sofas.

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Keep your eyes on the road (aka an unexpected sex pollen adventure)

Summary: Honestly, this is what Bucky gets for not listening to you.

Characters: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ only. Oral sex while driving, sex pollen, sex in a car, bad language, Bucky desperately needing to bang. Also please do not try to replicate this unless you are in fact with a super soldier who has super reflexes, as blow jobs while driving should probably be attempted by super people. 

A/N: Is this really my first time writing sex pollen? Yes it is. Is Bucky being needy and desperate kinda fun? Yes it is. Did I enjoy writing this? Yes I most certainly did. I hope you enjoy it too. ;)

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The thing is, you told him you didn’t feel like coming on this mission.

And you told him not to open that container with the giant blood red skull on it. 

And you told him to to wear a mask.

And you told him to let you drive, but he shouted something about you being a passenger princess before unceremoniously shoving you in the getaway car.

So yeah. You told him all these things.

The thing is, Bucky fumes, glaring at the swerve of headlights advancing in his rearview mirror - he really needs to learn how to fucking listen.  

“Shit, shit, shit!” He slams the accelerator to the floor and the car gives a sickening lurch. Beside him, you crack your head on the window, trying to buckle your seatbelt and swearing at the top of your lungs. 

“Bucky what the hell’s the matter with you? Just drive.” 

“I’m trying,” he snaps. He can feel the flushing prickle of sweat beading down his neck. Rubbing a shaking hand down his face, he blows out a harsh breath. “Why in god’s name is the heater on? Turn that shit off, I’m burning up over here.”

Craning your neck, you watch the headlights gaining. Fumbling for the Glock taped under the seat, you shoot him a confused look. 

“The heater isn’t on, it’s freezing in here. I told Steve to fix it and he ignored me because he's a giant asshole.”

Eyes locked on the road, Bucky reaches blindly for the window handle, hurriedly rolling it down. A blast of cold air rushes through the car and he gulps in relief.

“Better, much better,” he mutters. He squints into the rearview mirror again, mentally calculating the time between headlights and taillights, when he feels a twisting wrench in his chest. It sends bursts of heat skimming under his skin, snagging every nerve along the way. A panicked whine slips through clenched teeth. Alarmed, you turn back and meet his wild eyes, sweat now pouring down his face.   

“What the - what’s wrong? Bucky? Talk to me!” 

When you grab his arm, he visibly recoils. 

“No no no, don’t touch me, don’t - ah holy fuck, don’t touch me. If you do, I can’t - I’m gonna put the car in the ditch.” 

“You’re scaring me Bucky, what is this?”

He says nothing, deep in thought as his brain runs through the mission on warp speed, trying to identify something, anything, that could possibly -

Wait.

Oh.

Crap.

It's like a sucker punch when he realizes.

“The gold dust that flew out of that container, did any of it touch you?”

“You mean the one I told you not to open but you did it anyway because you can’t follow directions? Bucky what is wrong, you need-“

“Answer me,” he snarls. In the dashboard glow, you see his face pale. He blinks rapidly, trying to focus. “Sorry, sorry, just - please answer. Did any of it get on your skin?”

Baffled, you shake your head.

“No. None of it touched me, it just hit you.” 

Bucky nods, relieved. 

“Good, okay. Okay. Think I know what this is,” he grits out. Another shudder wracks his body and he grips the steering wheel so hard it squeals in protest. “HRNE-75.”

Your response is a blank stare.

“Am I supposed to know what random letters and numbers mean?”

“It’s a stimulant.” 

“Like caffeine?”

“No, like a drug.” You can hear him breathing faster. “Like a - like an aphrodisiac.”

Still a blank stare.

“What kind of aphrodisiac?”

“People call it sex pollen,” he says flatly. “It makes you horny. Like - really fucking horny. And it hurts like hell unless you do something about it.”

“Well, okay. We’ll figure that out when we get home, but for now - “

“I can’t - I don’t think I can wait until we get home,” he interrupts. Sweat soaks the collar of his shirt and he shifts uncomfortably, glancing down. Following his gaze, you can see his cock straining against his jeans. 

“Jesus Christ. Bucky if you’re in pain, just pull over and let me drive, you can jerk off in the backseat.”

“We don’t have time to pull over, that fucker’s right behind us and if we don’t get us past Steve’s stupid check point, we’re gonna lose him and then the whole mission is wasted and I got sprayed by some bullshit horny dust for no reason and I’m sweating so much right now and I think I’m going to throw up, my dick hurts so fucking bad!” 

His voice reaches an hysterical pitch and you press your lips together, choking down the laughter. 

“Okay okay, I got it. So if you come, does that stop the pain?”

“Yeah, but doesn’t matter,” his shoulders slump miserably. “We can’t stop yet and I can’t jerk off and drive at the same time. Maybe under normal circumstances I could do it, I mean sure I have done that before because sometimes I get bored driving, but I just don’t have that kind of focus right now baby, I don’t.” 

Tremors are rattling through his entire body now, as he fights for control. As he shifts his hips, unconsciously searching for some kind of friction to offer relief, an idea pops into your brain.     

“Hey. Let me give you road head.” 

His hands slip on the wheel and he double-takes. 

“Wha - road head? Like - what does that mean? Like you’d give me a blow job? While I’m driving?”

If this were any other situation, you would tease him mercilessly for the way his voice squeaks, but you smother the urge. Plenty of time for that later.   

“Of course. If it helps.”

“But you mean, you’re going to suck my dick? While I’m driving?”

“Love the emphasis on the important words. Yes, I’m going to suck your dick, while you’re driving.”

Bucky bats the idea around, debating whether you’re actually serious and whether he is probably definitely going to drive down a highway at - he checks the speedometer - 145 miles per hour, while you suck his dick. Another wave of heat roils through him and he stifles a groan. Glancing at your expectant face, he gives a shaky nod.

“You’re sure?”

Rolling your eyes, you unbuckle your seatbelt and scoot closer to him.

“It’s not a hardship Buck. You know I’m your dick’s number one fan.” Carefully popping the button on his jeans, you tug down his zipper and he pushes up his hips, struggling to help. The slight pressure on his aching cock already has him whimpering. “Just drive careful, alright? If I die because you wreck Steve’s car while I’m sucking your dick, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Yeah, yeah, fine,” Bucky breathes. “Careful. Sure. Whatever you say.”

Grasping him firmly, you lower your head and take his dick all the way down in one smooth move.

“Oh my fucking god,” he shouts, eyes fluttering. “Sweet shit that’s good!” 

He keeps one hand in a death grip on the wheel, while he places the other against the back of your neck, keeping you firmly in place. Bobbing up and down, your tongue strokes along the ridges of his cock and you feel him swelling impossibly thicker. Tightening your lips, you suck hard, dragging slowly up  and he croaks out a garbled plea.   

“Keep going, keep going, please keep going.” Beneath your practiced mouth, his entire body begins to vibrate and he grips the back of your neck tight, chanting desperately. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, holy fuck, I’m gonna come.”

He thrusts up, holding your head tight as he comes down your throat. When your fingers scratch along his thigh, his foot inadvertently pushes the accelerator harder. The car climbs to 155 miles per hour and above you, the sound of ragged panting fills the car. 

Releasing his dick with a soft lick, you look up and Bucky chokes at the sight of your spit slick, swollen lips curving into a smile.

“That was fast. Feel better?”

He breathes a whispered yes, but you can still see the red flush still spreading down his neck. He swallows hard and grimaces.  

“Helped. Definitely helped. Still hurts, but better,” he says faintly and you see his cock is still rock hard. “It’s okay, it’s enough for now, I appreciate the - “

Rolling your eyes, you lean down and take him back in your mouth. Slipping a hand between his legs, your fingers carefully cup the heavy weight of his balls, squeezing gently. The rest of his sentence fades, melting into a rush of fervent praise.

A luscious ache settles in your belly, feeding off the hot desire you feel sparking through him, at the filthy words you hear him whispering above you. If you weren’t driving down a pitch black highway at a completely inappropriate speed, you’d consider reaching down to take care of yourself, but since you’re already flouting the most basic rules of automotive safety, you figure you should keep your hands on Bucky’s balls instead.

Of course, that doesn’t stop you from rubbing your thighs together to try and relieve some of the pressure. 

Bucky glances over at your movement, a deep growl rumbling in his chest at the sight. He didn’t think anything could make him harder at this point, but the image of you so turned on by giving him a blow job, does the trick. He grinds his teeth, dangerously close to just pulling over and saying fuck this ridiculous mission. Rubbing his hand between your flexing shoulder blades and slowly bobbing head, his rasping voice carves into you.

“Does this make you feel good? Doin’ this for me? Fuck me, wish I could help you out right now. You’re so damn good to me baby. Moment we stop this car, I’m gonna fuck you so good.”

With his dick buried deep in your throat, your enthusiastic hum of agreement vibrates deliciously and he struggles to keep his eyes on the road. Everything feels incredible. Your tongue curling around the head of his cock, sucking gently on the tip, before sliding back down. The way you swallow around him, the squeeze of your throat, so hot and slick and tight. It feels so god damn good and he’s close again, one more second - 

The transmitter sitting in the console squawks to life, an ear piercing siren shocking you both from the lust fueled haze. You jerk off Bucky’s dick in a panic and he nearly screeches at the loss. Scrabbling with the device, he smashes the green TALK button.

“What?! What the fuck do you need, I’m busy.”

“Calm down there, speed racer,” comes Steve’s breezy voice. “Just letting you know we pulled the guy over. Turn around and come back so we can - “

Steve’s voice is abruptly silenced when Bucky crushes the transmitter with an easy squeeze of vibranium fingers. He flings the shattered splinters of plastic into the back seat and slams both feet on the brakes. The car fishtailes across the road, before skidding to a stop in a spray of gravel. Throwing it into park, he flips the lever under his seat and slides back with a mechanical thunk. Scrambling to pull his pants down all the way, he spreads his legs wide and takes his dick in hand. His eyes are dark, blown black when he turns to you.

“We’re safe. Get your pants off and get over here. Now.” he barks. 

Grinning at him, you tug on your tac pants, shimmying easily from the stretchy black fabric and clambering into his lap. There is no pretense. Bucky lines himself up and yanks you down, filling your cunt in one rough thrust. You’re so wet, he slides in easy. 

“God, Bucky,” you hiss. “That feels so good.”

He tugs on your shirt, pulling everything off until your breasts are bared. His mouth finds a nipple, teeth gently scrapping and tugging, greedily sucking the sensitive peak between his lips. He moves your hips faster, lifting and dragging you down on his cock over and over, until he jerks you down one final time, slams his head against the seat and comes with a long, guttural moan. Deep inside, you feel him pulsing over and over, until you can feel it dripping down your thighs, hot and sticky. 

Head tipped back, he struggles to catch his breath and you can see his heartbeat jumping wildly at his throat. When he finally opens his eyes to meet your questioning stare, you can see.

His eyes are still dark. 

“Need more?” You smile gently, smoothing sweaty hair from his forehead.

He swallows hard and then nods slowly.  

Rocking your hips, you grind down on him and lean in for a deep kiss, sliding your tongue against his. Bucky gives a shuddering sigh, sinking back into the feel of your body rolling against his. Warm hands stroke lightly down your spine and you can feel the thick, heavy weight of him growing hard again between your legs. But waring with the pleasure, a nervous tension seems to grip him.

“Bucky. I’m not made of glass,” you admonish. Licking delicately along his earlobe, he mumbles a string of apologies and your lips trail down his neck, pressing a kiss against that fluttering heartbeat. “You won’t hurt me, I promise. Use me however you need. Make yourself feel good. Just make me come before you’re done. Deal?”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay,” he says, shivering uncontrollably at the heady combination of your cool breath and fiery words. “I can do that. ‘Course I’ll do that.”

His hands slide up your back and hook over your shoulders, his fingers splayed over your collarbone. He holds your body firmly in place, thrusting up into you and simultaneously rocking your hips forward. The angle is perfect and you moan at the feel, dizzy with desire as his cock rubs that spot inside just right. 

The sounds filling the car are purely pornographic. Wet skin slapping, Bucky grunting with every hard snap of his hips. The feel of his calloused fingertips stroking up your belly, between your breasts, pressing divots into your skin. He stares up at you, his eyes heavy and hooded and utterly adoring, relishing the sight of you grinding your pussy against him. His hand slips between your legs, stroking over your clit, rubbing fast tight circles. He smugly drinks down the breathless gasps he coaxes from you.   

“Bucky, I think - I think I’m - ”

The words falter when your hand slams into the car roof and your head falls back, eyes drifting closed. Lust slaps him hard as he watches you come, writhing above him, your voice cracking when you moan out his name again and again.  

“That's it, there you go baby,” he whispers roughly. The vision is breathtaking. Stunning. He figures maybe he could get used to sex pollen and a perpetually aching dick if it means he gets to see you like this.

He was already close (again), but the pure pleasure in your face is enough to knock him over the edge. He buries his face between your breasts, pinching your nipple and licking over your skin and your fingers tangle in his damp hair. You hold him tight as he gasps out your name, emptying himself inside you one more time.

And this time, finally, you can feel some of the spring tight tension disappear. His skin is still hot, but the shivers begin to diminish. Rough hands still grip your hips, but it feels controlled. The manic lust begins to fade, leaving a smoldering fire in his chest.   

Bucky tips a weary head back and meets your amused expression. A smile tugs the corner of his lips and he shakes his head. 

“God damn,” he sighs.

Scratching your nails lazily along his scalp, he leans into your touch, humming like a contented, if slightly feral, kitten. 

“Feel better?”

“So much better,” he murmurs. “Sorry that went completely sideways. Wasn’t really expecting that. Obviously enjoyed it, but still. Unexpected adventure.”

Pressing a kiss to his forehead you laugh.

“Next time, maybe don’t open the can with the giant red skull on it. Deal?”

“Deal.”

A comfortable silence settles. Bucky trails his fingers down your arms and you eye him thoughtfully.

“So, do you think they’ll come looking for us?”

“Maybe. Eventually. What should we do while we wait?”

There is a moments pause. And then you begin to roll your hips against him again and Bucky feels the electricity flare to life once more.

“We keep going.”

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Comfortable

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: Bucky finds out that you’ve never climaxed during intimacy and he’s not happy about that.

Warnings: Smut, Crying during sex, Overstimulation (mental and physical), Language, Fluff, Minor Angst but not really

Word Count: 2.8K

A/n: Kinda based on life but without bucky coming in and setting things straight lol. I’ve also got the first like 5 parts of a new series written, so that’ll be coming soon hehe. anyway, I hope you guys enjoy, and I love you all very much! 

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“I don’t know, Nat, I just… I guess I’m just never… I don’t know. I’m in my head a lot, I guess.”

The redhead snickers, elbowing her sister and sharing a look with her before both of their gazes return to yours.

“Barnes lacking?”

You shake your head quickly, trying to clear his name.

“No! No, God no! He just… it’s not him, it’s me. I think too much, I’m focused on making sure it’s good for him, making sure he finishes that I… I don’t know.”

Yelena purses her lips, “does he know he hasn’t made you cum yet?”

You swallow hard and shake your head, dropping your gaze to your lap.

“I… I fake it.”

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Touch || Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky was not a fan of physical contact, that was something you knew about him even before you started dating him. What you didn't know was how incredibly touch starved he was. That is until one lazy Sunday afternoon, when you take your relationship to the next level.

Word count: 4300

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, porn with feelings, dry humping, overstimulation, kinda sub!bucky x gentle dom!reader, touch starved bucky, a little angst (it’s bucky duh), fluff

English is not my first language

Notes: This is a continuation of THIS little thing that I posted the other day, but you don't have to read it to understand the story.

Bucky was not someone who enjoyed a lot of physical contact, that was a fact about him that you found out pretty quickly. You just had to see the way he interacted with his friends and the people around him to notice that he didn't really like to be touched, especially by strangers. You'd seen him jump and flinch at the slightest brush of someone's body making their way through the busiest nights at the bar, so you kept that in mind when you had your first date. It didn't really matter to you that he didn't even hold your hand or kiss you at the end of the date, you had such a good time with him that you didn't even think about it. 

Besides, that only made things more interesting. Not knowing when he was going to kiss you —or if he was even going to kiss you at all— kept you on your toes, butterflies fluttering in your stomach every time you looked into each other's eyes. The tension only increased with each date and all that build up made your first kiss magical. There were no words to describe how you felt the moment his lips finally met yours. It was a shy, experimental kiss, your lips brushing delicately as you explored this new feeling. Bucky rested his hand on your cheek to draw you closer to him, the touch of his fingers awakening a tingle on your skin. It was almost hard to believe that someone as big and strong as him was capable of such gentleness, but that was what made the moment so special.

There was definitely a spark between you, a connection you had never felt with anyone before. So you didn't care that it had taken Bucky longer than usual to kiss you, you were willing to wait as long as it took to feel that electricity that only he seemed to be able to awaken coursing through your body. Bucky made it all worth it.

You usually let him initiate the physical contact. You didn't want to end up accidentally stepping over his boundaries, so beyond a few kisses and hugs you used to let him decide when he wanted to hold your hand or cuddle up on the couch to watch a movie. You didn't mind the lack of physical contact, it didn't affect your relationship in the slightest. It wasn't like that was the only way to show affection. You didn't have to doubt if Bucky really loved you or if your relationship had a future because he always found other ways to show you how he felt about you. 

He may not be very good at expressing his feelings in a physical way, but he had a special talent for expressing in words and beautiful metaphors the love he felt for you, confessions that were immortalized in the love letters he often sent you. The nature of his work required him to spend weeks and sometimes even months away from you, and he would take advantage of those moments alone to reflect on his feelings and pour them out on paper, expressing in neat handwriting the thoughts that were running through his head. You still talked on the phone and texted each other all the time, but there was something so intimate and personal about handwritten love letters that he refused to let them die, forgotten in the past.

Bucky also expressed his love through acts of service, dropping everything he was doing to come to your aid whenever you were in the slightest inconvenience. And he also loved sharing quality time with you, whether it was planning a romantic evening or just staying by your side while the two of you did nothing on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Those were all acts that undoubtedly proved to you that Bucky loved you, so you really didn't mind the lack of physical displays of affection. The love you shared was much purer and more intense than any of your past relationships, so who cared if you weren't holding hands all the time when your chest exploded with love every time you saw him.

You learned very quickly that Bucky Barnes had a different love language than most of the other people you had dated, and you were more than okay with it. You never asked him about it because you honestly didn't think there was a reason behind it. People love in different ways, some are more vocal and physical about it and some are more quiet and reserved, but that doesn't mean they are any more or less valid. All different ways of showing love are valid and you always assumed that Bucky was naturally a person who didn't enjoy excessive physical contact because of the way he sometimes flinched and squirmed when your hands caressed his skin for too long. But your perspective on Bucky's loving ways changed one Sunday afternoon. 

You were lying on the couch watching a movie in your apartment. You were comfortably settled on the right end, your arm resting on the armrest and your legs stretched out on the coffee table. You had a pillow in your lap and on it rested Bucky's head, who was lying on his side so he could get a good view of the TV. The sunset light coming through the window illuminated his face in a special way, highlighting every detail you loved about him. The movie faded into the background as you lost yourself in the adorable image of your boyfriend resting on your lap. He looked so peaceful that if it weren't for the soft giggles he let out from time to time you would think he was asleep. It was rare to see him like that, with his features so relaxed, and you loved him. 

Bucky's long chestnut hair rested messily on the cushion. A stray strand fell over his face, hiding part of his beautiful features from your eyes. Without realizing what you were doing you reached your hand out to brush it away, tucking the rebellious strand of hair behind his ear so you could admire him better. Bucky closed his eyes for a moment when your fingertips brushed the skin on his temple, but said nothing. So you let your hand wander through his hair a little longer while you lost yourself in his beauty and the love you felt for him. Your fingers stroked his hair gently, your nails lightly scraping his scalp.

Bucky closed his eyes again, only this time he didn't realize he had done so. His body stopped responding to his brain's commands, momentarily losing himself in your gentle touches. He was instantly overwhelmed by the delicate movement of your fingers. It had been so long since he had last been in such an intimate situation that his body did not know how to react. His brain stopped working every time you touched him and this was no exception. When you pulled a strand of his hair with a little more force than usual —accidentally or not, he didn't know—, Bucky let out a pathetic whimper, electricity coursing through his body and awakening a flame inside him that he thought had been extinguished.

But then he came back to his senses. His brain regained control over his body and forced him to jump up and away from you before something went wrong. 

"Bucky, I'm sorry I didn't mean to..." you rushed to apologize, fearing you had crossed his boundaries regarding physical contact without realizing it. You should have been more careful, you should have asked him if it didn't bother him before touching him. 

It broke Bucky's heart to see the guilt and fear in your eyes, especially knowing that it was all his fault and not yours. You were nothing but loving and patient with him, never pressuring him for anything and creating a safe space where he could relax and let loose without fear. "No, no, it's okay," he tried to reassure you. "It's not you, it's me. I'm the problem, doll."

"No, Bucky, don't say that," you said, moving closer to him. You reached out to touch him, there was nothing you wanted to do more than hold his hand and kiss him until his sad expression changed. But at the last second you realized that wouldn't be a good idea so you dropped it in your lap once more.

"But it's true," he insisted. "You did nothing wrong, it's just that... it's hard for me. I haven't been this close, this intimate, with anyone in a long time and it's kinda overwhelming," he revealed, surprising you. In all this time it never occurred to you that this could be the reason for his problem with physical contact.

"It's okay, Buck. We don't have to do anything if you don't want to. I'm more than fine with the way things are right now between us."

"But that's the thing," he sighed, adjusting his posture so he could look you in the eyes. "I like it when you touch me, when you kiss me and you hold me while we watch a movie. It makes me feel good... it makes me feel loved. But then I get overwhelmed and I- I don't know, I just can't do it," he muttered in frustration, not quite sure how to explain to you that he had spent the last few months of his life trying to train his brain to stop associating physical contact with the horrors he had experienced with Hydra. 

"We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with," you spoke in a soft tone. "I'm happy with our relationship the way it is right now. I love you, Bucky, and I would never pressure you into anything."

"I know, doll. You've been nothing but kind and understanding. I just wish I could give you more."

"We can take things slow. There's no need to rush into anything, baby." you said, moving a little closer to him until your leg brushed his. "I can still hold you and kiss you and touch you... you don't have to run from me, Bucky. We can take our time to test your boundaries and get you used to intimacy again, if you want that, of course."

Bucky would be lying if he said your words didn't sound tempting. There was nothing he loved more than feeling your hands on his body, the taste of your lips on his mouth and the warmth of your skin against his. He avoided physical contact not because he didn't like it but because he enjoyed it too much and his brain was not yet ready to process what your touch made him feel. He was easily overwhelmed by your touch, every little brush of your fingers awakened a tingle inside him and a flame deep in his stomach. He would lose the ability to think coherently when you held him and sometimes he could feel tears forming in his eyes when you held his hand as you walked down the street. The idea of someone loving him without fear or regret was something that filled his chest with joy and frightened him in equal proportions. A part of him still had trouble understanding that someone was capable of loving him like that.

"Do you trust me?" you asked as you read the doubt in his eyes. Bucky nodded, shaking his head slightly without a second thought. "I need you to use your words, baby."

"Yes, doll, I trust you" he assured you firmly, putting a warm smile on your lips.

"Can I kiss you?" you murmured, your voice barely a whisper.

"Please," Bucky begged and that was all the confirmation you needed to take his face in your hands and press your lips together. 

It was a slow kiss, your lips gently caressing his in an attempt to calm his nerves. You felt him relax under your touch, surrendering to the warm tingle that ran through his body each time you kissed him. He let you guide him, his body responding to your movements without protest. When he felt your tongue caress his lips he parted them, granting you permission to attack his mouth. 

Everything became a blur after that. He could feel your lips on his, your hands caressing his skin, the warmth of your body enveloping him completely, but it was too much for his poor brain to process. He was limited to feel, to move and act following his most primitive instincts while the flame inside him only grew.

"Is this okay?" you asked him, pulling away from his lips to speak. Only then did Bucky realize that you were now sitting on his lap, trapping his body between your legs.

"Yes," he managed to say between ragged breaths. But you didn't give him much of a break, attacking his lips once more before trailing your kisses down his jaw to his neck.

Bucky closed his eyes instinctively, losing himself in the tingling that the brush of your lips on his skin awakened inside him. His hands traveled to your hips, his fingers clinging to you as a way to keep himself grounded. It was pathetic, utterly ridiculous, that a man his age would melt at the slightest touch of your lips on his body, but he couldn't help it. It had been so long since he had last experienced such intimacy with someone that it was like it was his first time all over again. And in a way it was. The old innocent and confident Bucky had died that cold day falling off that train and for over 70 years he had been forced to live as something else, an entity with no voice or conscience damned to obey orders. He had been changed by that experience and when he was freed from his chains a completely different man from the one he used to be emerged. A man who had to adapt to a different world than the one he was used to and who had to train his brain to stop responding to old patterns. So in a way it was like being born again, at least that's how he had felt the day the trigger words stopped working on him. And that's how he felt with you sitting on his lap, your lips sucking on his neck while your hands explored his body.

Bucky felt like he was in heaven, flying through the clouds as a euphoric feeling filled his insides. He hadn't really realized how much he missed that kind of intimacy until that moment. He was desperate to feel more of you, reduced to a whimpering, moaning mess every time your lips brushed his soft spots or when your hands disappeared into his hair, delicately tugging at the chestnut strands. He let out the most pathetic whimper as your core made contact with his growing erection, your hips rolling sensually as you gently nibbled the skin of his neck. He tightened his grip on your waist, to stop you or to pull you closer to him, he wasn't sure.

The sounds that escaped his lips were like music to your ears, a sweet melody that coursed through your body and made your core throb. It had not been your intention to rub against him in that way, it was a subconscious act of your body, desperate to find some relief from the pressure that was forming in the pit of your stomach. But now that you had done it and Bucky seemed to respond positively to it, you continued to do it, finding a slow, sensual rhythm that would bring you both to the edge of pleasure.

You two were fully clothed, yet there was something so erotic about what you were doing. To have a man like Bucky, so tall, serious and imposing, turned into a moaning, panting mess beneath you ignited a flame in you, a sensation you had never experienced before. You could feel your wetness staining your underwear as you admired the pleasure in Bucky's expression-his eyes closed, eyebrows slightly furrowed and parted lips letting out an endless stream of whimpers. But there was also something in the way he seemed to be giving himself completely to you that filled your heart with joy. He trusted you for this. He trusted you to take care of him. He trusted the safe environment you had created for him. He knew he could let his guard down when he was with you, allow himself to experience that kind of closeness, that kind of intimacy, without fear of rejection or embarrassment. He loved you and that was the most important thing of all. 

"Wait!" Bucky suddenly exclaimed between shaky breaths. He tightened his grip on your hips, but this time it was to stop you before it was too late. "I- I don't think I can..." he trailed off, unsure of how to finish the sentence. He didn't want to disappoint you, but he also didn't want to admit out loud that he's had trouble bringing himself to orgasm. It's not like he didn't want to, he was desperate to feel that sweet relief, but he just couldn't. He tried to pleasure himself several times in the past and generally everything went well until his climax started to approach, then the pleasure became too much. His mind is unable to relax, to let go of the sensations, and it all ended abruptly, leaving him tense and frustrated —even more so than usual.

"It's okay, baby. I'm here for you," you said in a soft, sensual voice, your fingers delicately stroking his hair. "Let me help you." You didn't move until you had confirmation that this was what he wanted, leaving it up to him to decide how to proceed. When he nodded his head slightly you gave him a quick kiss on the lips before continuing your movements.

"That's it, baby. Let go for me," you purred against his ear as Bucky began to move beneath you, thrusting his hips upward to match you. 

You quickly found a rhythm that worked for both of you, each little brush of your bodies pushing you ever closer to the edge. Bucky's moans were almost uncontrollable as he held you close to his body, his hands never leaving your hips, pressing you against his bulge. It was too much, the heat coursing through his body, the pressure building in his stomach, the racing of his heart... he felt like he was going to explode. And yet, he didn't want the moment to end. He was desperate for relief, but at the same time he would live forever in that moment if he could. Nothing compared to the feeling of having you so close to him, moaning his name as you held him.

“You like that, baby?” you asked after Bucky let out a particularly loud whine. “You like it when I bite your neck?”

“Yes! Yes, f-fuck… please,” he muttered incoherently. He didn't even know why he was begging, the plea escaping his lips before he could stop himself.

“Does it feel good? Yeah?”

“So good, doll… so fucking good.” Bucky was struggling to respond in coherent sentences, his pleasure-clouded brain too distracted to function properly. “You’re so good to me, doll…so, so g-good. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t, baby. I won’t." You reassured him between ragged breaths. You increased the pace, seeking your relief as much as his. With one hand you held onto Bucky's shoulder for support while your other hand traveled to his cheek. Your fingers tenderly stroked the soft skin of his face, a delicate action that contrasted with the desperation of the movements of your hips. Bucky accepted the touch gladly, leaning into your hand as he felt the world around him collapse.

"God, you're so pretty like this, all needy and desperate for my touch… my pretty boy." The words left your lips before you realized it. You didn't even know where they had come from, it was the first time you had uttered something like that in such an intimate moment. But it felt natural and Bucky seemed to like it judging by the way his member twitched in his pants. He let out a whimper that sounded almost like a cry and you knew then that he wouldn't last much longer. "Are you close, baby? You gonna cum for me?"

"Yes! Oh god, yes! Please, I'm so close… don't stop… feels so good… please." Bucky was on the verge of tears, the pleasure overwhelming him completely. He felt like he was on fire, his whole body tensing with anticipation. It was too much and yet too little. He wanted to stop, but at the same time he would cry if you took the heat from your center away from him. His brain was fried, pleasure clouding his thoughts completely.

"That's it, baby, cum for me. I wanna feel you coming undone underneath me. I wanna see your pretty face screw up in pleasure when you cum. C'mon baby, let go for me." You encouraged him, lowering your lips to his neck to kiss and nibble on his soft spots. You were close to your orgasm too, your clitoris throbbing desperately and your core clenching around nothing with every thrust of your hips. Your underwear was completely ruined, soaked with the wetness of your arousal. You were pretty sure Bucky could feel it through his thin sweatpants that sported a dark stain where your bodies met, your arousal and Bucky's mingling in the light gray fabric. But even though you were desperate for some relief you were holding back. This was supposed to be about Bucky and you wanted him to cum first.

"Oh f-fuck, I-" he tried to warn you, but his sentence was cut off by the overwhelming force of his orgasm. The knot in his stomach snapped, triggering an electric rush that coursed through his body from head to toe. He pressed your hot center against his erection, holding you in place as rope after rope of cum stained his underwear.

"That's it baby… so good to me, such a good boy," You murmured against his ear as you moved your hips slowly, riding him through his orgasm as you chased yours. He was a mess beneath you, his whole body convulsing from overstimulation. Yet his member was still hard between your legs, throbbing with desperation as if Bucky hadn't just had one of the best orgasms of his life.

"It's… it's too much, f-fuck, I-I can't." Bucky tried to speak, struggling to catch his breath and recover his cognitive abilities. He had never experienced anything similar before. He was still flying high from his first orgasm and could already feel a second forming in the pit of his stomach. He was painfully hard and overstimulated, his cock still dripping cum adding to the sticky mess that was in his boxers. He couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. He wondered if his current condition had anything to do with the years he had gone without any kind of sexual activity, or if it was simply the effect you had on him. He guessed it was a little of both.

"Are you gonna cum for me again?" you asked him between moans, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten with each brush of your clothed core over his bulge. "Fuck, that's so hot, baby. Cum with me, please. I'm so close, baby. I want to feel you cum with me, please." You begged him, your voice broken with pleasure. You gave him a quick, sloppy kiss, all teeth and tongue as you chased your orgasm. When you broke away you rested your forehead on Bucky's, looking into his eyes as the world around you collapsed, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your body as your orgasm overwhelmed your senses.

Seeing your face screwed up in pleasure pushed Bucky over the edge again, his second orgasm leaving him completely ruined and unable to move underneath you. His cock throbbed between his legs as he released rope after rope of cum, creating a bigger mess of sticky fluid in his pants. He had never cum so hard or so intensely before, but he'd be lying if he said that wasn't exactly what he needed. 

You collapsed onto Bucky's chest, hiding your face in his neck as you both struggled to catch your breath. You stayed in that position for a few minutes, the sound of the movie playing in the background the only thing you could hear in the room besides your accelerated breathing.

"How do you feel?" you mumbled against the skin of his neck, curious to know if the experience had been as wonderful for him as it had been for you.

"Great. I feel great," he replied, struggling to form a coherent sentence. "That was..." he trailed off, unsure of how to describe what he felt.

"I know," you assured him with a chuckle, placing a sweet kiss on the skin of his neck. Bucky smiled, wrapping his arms around your body to draw you closer to him. He used his flesh hand to caress your back, tracing imaginary shapes with his fingers as he enjoyed the way the warmth of your body enveloped him.

"How do you feel?" he wanted to know.

"Awesome," you smiled. " Although I need a shower," you added, moving to get up from your spot. But before you could pull away, Bucky tightened his grip on you, trapping you between his chest and arms.

"Later," he said. "I want to stay like this for a little while longer." You smiled, settling into his arms as you inhaled the scent of his cologne. Bucky really was the man of your dreams and you would forever be grateful to fate for having crossed your path.

“I love you,” you told him as you traced imaginary figures on his chest with your fingers, losing yourself in the warmth of his body.

“I love you too, doll.”

💞your intrusive thoughts don't make you a bad person💞

I updated my “blog” i’m honestly not on here a lot and I’m not completely sure i’m doing tumblr right… but i now know rebloging>likes

so far i’m absolutely in love with this story. i would do basically anything to dance with bucky

Metal Arms and Short Skirts | Bucky Barnes [2.]

waltzing in as the new head of the Avenger's medical division, impressing everyone, and... scaring Bucky with your incredibly short skirts. while bucky's having a hard time looking at his arm as anything other than a deadly weapon, you're more than happy to help him.

words: 4.3K

warnings; none, creepy men (+bucky fending them off) slight body dysphoria, on buckys end

a/n: HI I KNOW THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE UP LIKE & DAYS AGO... aib came out and ive been hyperfixaed on that and my brother got frostbite so wump wump was at the hospital on chrimis. i have mixed feelings on this chapter, but i hope you enjoy. and im still taking request.

READ ON AO3 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

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Bucky wasn't going to pretend to be completely oblivious and say he wasn't finding every and any excuse to visit you. Whether it be a tear in his muscle or the sound of the metal whizzing sounding off, something bucky would have ignored with absolutely no thought. Bucky maintained a comfortable distance between you two, physically and emotionally, staying at arm's length. But something about today seemed to be different. 

Bucky shifted nervously in his seat, he watched your stride around your lab. You finally got your own area after 2 weeks of staying at the compound. It almost put Tony's lab to shame, it was huge and decked out with technology far too advanced for bucky to even understand. 

Today, You wore a black bustier that seemed to shape your form, thick and sturdy paneling sewn into the shirt, if that is what you can even call it. The neck hung low, low enough to leave very little to the imagination. Bucky practically had to tear his eyes away from your neckline when he first walked into the lab.

Bucky's excuse today was a deep cut on the side of Bucky's flesh bicep. Coming back from a quick and easy mission, but Clint needed to watch his arrows since one slit past bucky’s arm on the way to the actual enemy behind him. Bucky had a sneaky guess it was on purpose. 

You gathered the plaster and made your way back to bucky, footsteps echoing as you walked. A sigh escaped your lips, but bucky only caught a small smile. “You know, bucky. You can't come in here every time you have a small cut.”

“Isn't that what you're being paid for?” bucky snarked back, watching your hands as they gently grabbed at his lower arm. Your touch was always so delicate, like you were going to break him rather than heal. 

“Ha, ha.” you mocked. “I could have been making some ground-breaking discovery or invention before you walked in.”

Bucky's eyebrow quirked up eagerly. “Were you?”

A closed-mouthed hum escaped your lips. Your all too perfect pedicured hand wrapped the white bandage around bucky's arm, he was just watching your face as you worked. Couldn’t– wouldn't tear his eyes away. 

“Not really, just researching some stuff about scarring and skin stuff,” you spoke, dumbing it down for bucky. 

During bucky's visit, he’d always ask about everything, trying to catch up with the technology of the 21st century, or maybe just to hear your voice. He didn't understand half the things you spoke about, though he never mentioned it, but you figured it out soon enough and started to simplify it the best you could.

“Scarring?”

“Helen has some idea about how to better rid of scars.” your hand smoothed against his bicep as you finished, and your touch sent a good burn through him. Giving him a warm smile like you always did when you finished.

Bucky's eyes glanced down to his left shoulder for a moment, the ugly scarring that single-handedly destroyed most of his bodily confidence. The permanent mark of what Hydra did to him as they chopped it off and made him part machine. Bucky scoffed to cover up the obvious self-depreciation in his voice, “need a test subject?”

You flinched at his words, surprised, being taken aback by his response. Only then when you looked him up and down, settling on his clothes shoulder, your face fell and a sympathetic look flashed. It was covered by his tanktop but you knew what was under there, you'd seen the photos, you'd seen him. 

You sat back down on your little rolly stool. “I'm surprised you’d suggest that, based on your history, I'd expect you to not be so keen on being poked and prodded.”

Memories flashed Hydra's methods at tearing his humanity, mind, and body apart, all those experiments. But they quickly subdued, how could bucky think of something so cruel when you stat right in front of him, which in bucky's opinion, is perfection. 

“I think I'd be okay with it if it was you.” bucky said quietly, honestly– a confession even. 

A fond smile rose to your face, one you quickly bit back. Narrow eyes met him when you tilted your head slightly, shying away. “Good to know you trust me.”

“Always.”

“But–” you sighed, “I'm going to have to decline, Bucky. For now, you'll have to live with what your shoulder looks like. Sorry.”

Bucky dramatically groaned, trying to mask the obvious pain and disappointment he actually felt. “You're killing me, doll.”

Your ears warmed at the nickname. Averting your eyes for a moment from shyness. You knew bucky despised the scarring that painted his left shoulder, the one that connected the man to metal. You could only lend him some comfort in the situation, no amount of medical technology right now could completely ease his worries.

“Bucky?”

His head perked up, a hum escaped his lips as he put all his attention on you.

“You wanna see something really cool?” you smirked.

Bucky noticed the slight smirk tugging at your lips, he could only react by biting back a smile of his own. “Sure, doll.”

You leaned down to the hem of your right pant leg, slowly hiking up the baggy jeans that hung low on your waist. Slowly revealing a large and messy scar on your kneecap, nothing as bad as bucky's many scars that littered his body. But something definitely bad happened for you to have that, even fully healed now.

“When I was a kid, I used to skate a lot.” you started, bucky's eyes bouched back up to your face. “I got on a gravel road and fell down and my knee landed right on a huge sharp rock and just logged itself right into my knee.”

You laughed looking back on the memory. “Hurt like hell for 14-year-old me and I had to get so many stitched, it was the worst.” a cheeky smile grew as you spoke through a laugh. “Especially for my dream of becoming a knee model.”

Bucky laughed with you as you dropped your pant leg, sitting back up to look at bucky. Bucky didn't say anything and hung his head low when a silence grew in the lab, only the sound of lab tech whizzing in the background. Bucky mostly just wanted to bask at this moment with you, letting himself enjoy the light-hearted nature of your conversations. The way you and he feel warm inside, lighter than ever.

You smacked your lips as you rose from your seat. Bucky's eyes begrudgingly followed you, “you have to learn to love every part of yourself, despite the bad memories. Because it makes you…”

Stopping in your place, turning to him as your eyes traveled up and down his body, the gesture weirdly didn’t make bucky cringe and crawl into himself the way most gazes did. 

“... you.” you smiled again and bucky felt dizzy. “And I think you're pretty cool.”

You turned away to continue whatever you were doing. Bucky muttered your statement under his breath, loud enough for him to hear it again but quiet enough so you wouldn't.

Bucky rose from his place on the workbench, after many visits he practically claimed this spot. As it sat right in the middle of your lab. Despite everything inside of him wanting to stay near you and soak up your presence. He headed for the door.

“Thanks, doc,” Bucky called out.

“Anytime, bucky. I'll be here when you come in with another excuse to see me,” you spoke coyly. Bucky's eyes widened and warmth crept up to his face. 

He sputters for words to save his pride, stumbling over his poor excuse of an explanation. “Maybe I just wanna see your cool outfits.” bucky's face scrunched up, cringing at his own pathetic words. He wondered what the 40s version of himself would say now, probably something sly and confident that’d knock you off your feet.

“Whatever you say, Mr. Barnes.”

“Bucky.” he corrected, again. But maybe it was just an excuse to linger longer at your door.

You smiled at him and repeated, “bucky.”

“You're going on a date with her.” 

Bucky's eyes widened, his head snapping towards Natasha. “I’m what?”

A frustrated groan leaves Natasha's lips as she shifts in her uncomfy office seat. Half of the Avengers team sat in an office going over a mission coming up, but - like most things - it turned into them talking about anything but that, and successfully annoying the hell out of Steve. 

“I set you up on a date with her.” Natasha spoke, referring to you. “I cannot keep watching you get beat up during missions just so you can see her, so you're going on a date.”

Bucky was dumbfounded, to say the least, lost for words as he stared at the woman in front of him. “Why would I go on a date with her?”

Over the past week or two, Bucky began to deny his fondness towards you when you interrupted a meeting to talk to Tony, or popped into the common rooms to talk about new tech, or how you practically strutted through the compound like you own the place. 

or when you slowly build up bucky’s confidence without either or you realizing it. 

Always in short skirts, or colorful and dramatic tops, and in heels or boots that echo loudly throughout the halls. Bucky denies the way his eyes drag along your figure, always lingering on your face longer than he needs to, the way if you look close enough, Bucky's eyes light up a little when you enter the room. Bucky denies it, but he can't fake it.

And Natasha clocked that quickly. 

“the way you look at her tells me you want to,” Natasha spoke coyly. She always read bucky better than anyone else in the room— similar background and all. a defeated groan comes from bucky in return, followed by a slightly pouted lip. Natasha gives him a friendly slap on the shoulder

A scoff was heard from the other side of the table. “Is the cyborg cable of feelings?” Tony snarked, his head down looking at a sheet of paper. Chewing slightly at a pen. 

“Ha. ha. Very funny.” Bucky mocked. “How do you even know she wants to go on a date with me? I can’t imagine she agreed to this?”

self-consciousness slowly crept up bucky's spine, he can’t face rejection if he denies, denies, and denies.

Natasha went to speak but Tony Stark does what he does best and interrupts her. With a hefty laugh coming up from his chest, he dropped the pen and papers down on the table. Leaning forward to face bucky. “Are you kidding me? You’re like a wet dream to her, always injured and part robot. Hits all of her boxes''

“I'm surprised she hasn’t mounted yo-”

“Okay Tony, I think that's enough talking.” Steve interrupted before he could finish his sentence. Tony’s comment earned a choked laugh from both Natasha and Sam.

“Anyways.” Natasha continued. “I know because she already agreed to it. Everything is already set up.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, hoping his hair covers his growing red ears. Steve spoke up, “Just give it a chance buck. You might enjoy it.” oh steve, hopeful as ever.

“I’m sure you'll enjoy it, it’s very much your style,” Natasha spoke, her infamous smirk growing on her face. 

“That scares me.” 

*****

Turns out Natasha was right, it is very much Bucky's style. Natasha had planned (with the help of Steve, because of-fucking-course) a date at a fancy, old-style diner, and every Saturday night they clear the floor and play some old music for some swing dancing. Just bucky’s style, he knows this was Steve’s idea. more than sure after years of watching plenty of girls swoon over Bucky with just one twirl and one short dance, Steve would think this is right up his alley. And it was.

Now Bucky stands outside a busy and bustling diner, upbeat 40s music echoing to the streets. Flowers in hand and a nice black collared shirt under a vintage jacket (it was from the museum and Steve name-dropped at least 12 times to get it back), waiting patiently for you to arrive. Bucky fiddled with his hands a little, his eyes kept darting to his watch— is he too early? When are you arriving? Bucky’s now convinced you wouldn’t show up. Because who would honestly want to go on a date with h–

“James!” a cheery voice broke through his very self-deprecating thoughts. Bucky turned around and swore his heart stopped beating, just for it to speed up even faster when his sights landed on you.

You wore the same boots that caught Wanda's eyes in the common room that quiet day. His eyes followed up your legs, past your thighs as he saw the dress you wore. It was stripped and sparkly, bucky would see the shine from down the street. It felt like you wore the entire rainbow and more as every stripe was painted differently. It was sleeveless and high-necked. And of course, very short.

An excited smile greeted him as you waved your hand. Your pace sped up as Bucky met you, he wondered how you didn't trip in those high heels constantly.

 “Hi,” Bucky said, wanting to hit himself for how awkward he sounded. 

“Sorry for being late, I didn't mean to make you wait.” you stood before him, and he noticed your makeup. You painted your lips with a darker shade than usual and you had little shiny gems glued around your eyes. 

“Don’t worry about it, I just got here too,” Bucky spoke softly, bringing the flowers up to you. “For you.”

Your eyes instantly lit up at the sight, taking the bouquet from him “thank you! you didn't need to get these for me, James.”

 Bucky's heart fluttered slightly at the name, it was rare for people to use his first name nowadays. You brought the flowers to your nose, smelling them with a blissful look on your face. Laughing to yourself.

“What's so funny?” the super-soldier asked.

“Oh no, it’s nothing.” you looked back down at the flower. “I don’t think anyone has ever gotten me flowers before.”

Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed, “really?”

“Mhmm.” you rocked back and forth on your heels, “thank you for being the first.”

You smiled warmly up at Bucky as you did so often, but the aura of everything made it so much more this time.

“Let's head in?” Bucky cocked his head towards the diner. 

Nodding, “yes, please.” you threaded along, catching Bucky off guard when you swiftly grabbed ahold of his hand. Your fingers wrapped around his flesh hand, the warmth made Bucky feel funny in his stomach. Yeah, Bucky might have a crush on you.

You lead him into the diner, confident in your walk like usual. Your eyes spotted an empty seat and the both of you settled yourselves in a booth. You make quick eye contact and Bucky's mouth gaped like he's going to say something but is stopped when the waiter comes up. The waiter looks like she blends in with the scenery, with pinned-up hair and a bright red lip. She asks for your order and you both get water, and a milkshake. 

“I can imagine why Natasha picked this place out of everything,” you say, eyes off into the distance, Bucky follows your gaze and sees the dance floor of people together with large smiles. “Though, I don't know how to dance.”

Bucky's lip quirks up slightly, “I can teach you.”

“Perfect, let’s go then.” your smile widely, and your already getting up, standing next to bucky's seat and holding a hand out. Bucky’s surprised by your sudden willingness but despite the nervousness in his stomach - he takes your hand. 

Bucky may have been nervous standing outside the diner. May have been nervous as he greeted and met you outside. May have been nervous as you led him inside and watched you from across the table. But once he stepped out onto the swing floor, the soft sound of 40s music playing in the background. The sweet-talking James Buchanan – that seemed to flirt with every girl that met him – came back from the dead, and he had his arm around your waist in no time.

You noticed the sudden confidence and glint in his eyes suddenly, reaching up to grab his neck. Bucky held you at your waist, then he noticed the gold chain hung around your hips. His fingers grazed over them for a moment before they rested at the smallest part of your waist.

Your wide eyes met his and bucky swore for a moment, he couldn't breathe. “How was the mission?”

A groan escaped Bucky's mouth, playfully he rolled his eyes. Trying to sound annoyed, but his smile said otherwise. “Oh god, I don't wanna talk about work.”

Bucky’s hands stayed planted on your waist. You smiled as you continued to sway together along to the soft jazz in the background. You tugged nervously at your lip, “you know, I was getting worried when I heard you guys weren’t getting back on time.”

“You worry about me?” Bucky was stunned, an unfamiliar warmth shot through him as you averted your gaze. He took one hand to pull at your chin, so you were looking at him. Your mouth gaped open for a moment and your brain studdered before you just shrugged in response, a slight nod.

The familiar sound of the music speeding up, the upbeat sound of Harry James filled Bucky’s ears and for a moment Bucky was in the 40s again with a girl in his arms ready to be shipped out to war. A sentimental smile grew on his face.

“You ready to learn how to dance.” Bucky beamed down at you and before you could even respond, Bucky pushed your body away from him abruptly. Just to grab your hand before you could fall, twirling you around and back close to his chest. 

It all happened so fast and you yelped once your back hit his chest. His arm wrapped across your body and held your hand. You breathed and smiled widely. “I might step on your toes.

“I can handle it, doll.”

******

A few songs later and a couple of toes crushed, followed by a slew of apologies from you. You and Bucky ended up breathing heavily and slightly sweaty from dancing. Bucky swung you around like you weighed nothing - which to him - you probably did. Lots of music ranging from the 40s to 60s played throughout the diner, to which Bucky snarks at the fact he didn’t recognize the songs, always followed by light laughter.

The dancing came to a slow, but you two remained on the floor still. It was getting late and you hadn’t even eaten yet and most couples and groups of friends had gone back to their seats. You swayed comfortably in Bucky's arms still, your head laid on his chest listening to the soft beat of his heartbeat. 

Bucky Barnes is a more than qualified trained assassin with heightened senses. He's very aware of his surroundings at all times, so when he notices the man peering at your thighs and ass, his eyes narrow toward the man. A glimpse of the winter soldier showed, but the creep didn't seem to pay any attention to Bucky's gaze.

Every so politely, Bucky attempted to tug at your dress without it seeming like he was trying to grope you. Also, swiftly and smoothly twirling you around so the man's gaze would be fixed on bucky's broad shoulders. Effectively protecting you from perverted stares as his body towards over you.

You noticed the way Bucky's body stiffened when he spun you, looking up at him once again. “You okay?”

Bucky nodded and gave you a reassuring squeeze around your waist. “Let’s head back? I'm hungry.”

You agreed quickly and grabbed Bucky's hand, pulling him off the dance floor and guiding him back to the table where your two drinks sat warm now. You slid into the booth with a large exhale, sitting across from Bucky. The waiter decked out in 40s apparel and took your orders, your food coming in no time. It was a poor excuse for dinner per se, only ordering fries and cheese curds to simply snack on. 

“You make a good dance partner.” Bucky mutters, mouth muffled with fries. 

“Chew.” 

Buckys recoils in embarrassment and covers his mouth, face tinted red from dancing. He swallows and lowers his hand. “sorry.”

“Thank you.” you sigh, pushing your food away from you. “You did most of the work, but I'd like to keep practicing.”

Bucky stopped, and looked at you as you stared intently into him. Bucky flustered mix. 

“Are you gonna keep blushing or accept my offer on a second date.” you shoot back and Bucky feels the air leave his lungs. His ears are definitely burning red.

“I'm not bushing? What are you talking about? This is me worn out from all the dancing.`` Bucky plays dumb, throwing a fry into the basket between the two of you. Slowly pulling out his billfold from his jeans.

Your eyes roll dramatically, as a scoff escapes your lips. “Yeah, okay. Super soldier.” 

Bucky narrows his eye’s toward you, a grin plastered on his face. “I'd love to go on a second date.”

You bite back a grin. “Ready?” you asked, bucky puts down the money to pay and nodded. Bucky gives you a boyish smile that you'd only recognized from old war photos. It warms you to the core, leaving you flustered. He grabs at your hand as you let him drag you out of the diner, a secure arm around your waist.

The light breeze of new york hit both of you, your hands instantly going up to your arms to warm yourself. Bucky notices all too quickly and instantly wraps his jacket around you. 

“Oh, thank you. Are you cold?” you ask, seemingly genuinely worried.

“Doll.” he stares down at you, and bucky speaks like the answer is obvious, which– it kinda is. “I hiked through Siberia in less.” 

“Whatever.” you scoff and roll your eyes, tugging the jacket closer around your body. the corners of your mouth slowly creeping up.

The faint scent of bucky comes off of it, sandalwood and pine mostly. You're used to the smell when he's not coming into your lab sweaty or bloody from missions and workouts. A comfortable silence falls between the two of you, filtered out by the busy city around you.

“So… I’ll see you tomorrow?” you speak awkwardly, unsure of where to go from here.

“Yep, tomorrow.” Bucky strings on the word, are also awkward. 

You could cut the tension with a knife.

“Or…” your voice raises a few octaves as you turn on your heels to face him, barely a foot between the two of you.  

Bucky's eyebrow quirks up, “Or?” 

“Or you could come back to my very, very nice and cozy apartment that isn't full of agents and superhumans.”

You flashed your best and greatest grin toward Bucky, and the way you were looking at him made Bucky want to crumble beneath his knees. You shouldn't have this effect on him, his heart tugged towards you in a weird, mysterious way that Bucky wasn't familiar with yet. He wasn't going to lie and say it didn’t stress him out a tiny bit.

Bucky let out a heavy, pained exhale and stepped a little closer to you. “Not tonight, doll. sorry.”

“It's okay.” your face dropped slightly, but then you looked up at him and a flash of something came across your feature and soon a smirk was replaced. “Then let me have this.”

“What–?”

Bucky was cut off by your warm hands cupping his face and lips as he received the most gentle kiss he's ever had the pleasure of experiencing. Initial shock ran through his body at the suddenness, and just as he accepted the feeling and went to melt into the kiss— you pulled away. Bucky felt so cold without you against him, he hated feeling cold.

“Wait, no.” he eagerly grabbed your face to pull you back in. Bucky didn't care if he sounded needy, because he did need this. noticing a glimpse of your more than satisfied grin before he shut his eyes and let himself feel your touch.

It was like you were meant for bucky, the perfect puzzle piece as your lips molded against each other. Slow and passionate, his hand ghosted above your waist before he pulled you full against his body. If it wasn't for your wedged heels, Bucky wasn't sure if you'd even reach his lips with the way you stood on your toes. 

Pulling away, Bucky felt dizzy, like he was drunk off of you. He swears he saw stars in your eyes, the street lights reflecting off your irises. Soft laughter came from you, you bowed your head as bucky stared at you. Practically mesmerized. 

To you, Bucky looked like he was in some sort of shock. Which wouldn’t be too far from the truth, which scared you slightly.

“Everything okay? Did I do something wrong?” you asked innocently, a pang of worry laced your tone.

Bucky frantically shook his head, “no, no– god no. just not used to that.”

“That?” 

“I mean.” Bucky thought for a moment, collecting his mind. “Being kissed. I've always been the one to initiate.”

You smiled sweetly, seeing hints of a flustered, young boyish version of Bucky. One that he, and everyone else swore was long gone. You had always thought otherwise, and tonight proves you right.

“I hope it wasn’t too jarring for you.” you nervously chuckled. 

“It was perfect.”

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him. he was written by a woman

Why do I find this sexy

did i maybe cry a little bit… yes. everyone deserves a bucky.

As I Lay Awake | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! This is yet another fic inspired by my sister and her husband and their stupidly perfect, adorable relationship. 🙄

If you like what you read, throw me a reblog so that others can find my stuff 🥰

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Bucky’s arms snaked around you, lifting you from the couch despite your spirited protests, and he laughed at your feeble struggle against his super soldier strength. Why you fought him about going to bed every night was beyond his comprehension. Your job was draining- early mornings, late nights, mountains of work, and endless meetings sunk you into what seemed like a permanent state of exhaustion- both mental and physical.

And yet, you never wanted to go to sleep. All he wanted was for his best girl to get the rest she needed. His heart ached as he watch you resist sleep each night, knowing deep down that the exhaustion was crushing you.

“Baby, come on, you know you’re tired…” Bucky set you down on your side of the bed, watching you fight the exhaustion that weighed your eyelids down. With a labored groan, you sat up, quirking an eyebrow at your boyfriend.

“It’s only like, eleven. I’m not tired, Buck. Come on, let’s go watch a few more episodes of Supernatural”. You tried to escape from the bed, but Bucky wasn’t having it.

He rolled his eyes at your resistance to rest as his hands rested on your shoulders, gently laying you back down. “Why do you do this, sweets? You fight me about going to bed every night”, his cold hand found your cheek, resting gently against your warm skin. “You get up so early and work such long hours- you need your sleep. Why won’t you just let yourself rest?” He was right, and you hated it. In all honesty, you were tired- exhausted, actually.

You didn’t want to admit the truth, but when he stared you down with those icy blue eyes, your resolve crumbled. “It’s just that…I- I work a lot, Buck. And so when I’m home, I wanna stay up as late as I can so that I can spend time with you- as much time as possible”. Your words warmed Bucky’s heart and broke it at the same time. He loved spending time with you; If he could, he’d spend every second with you for the rest of his life- but he didn’t want you sacrificing the rest you so desperately needed.

“Sweetheart…God, you’re adorable. But you can’t do that to yourself- you need your rest. If I were refusing to sleep just so that I could spend time with you, would you be okay with that?” He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, staring down at you with a faux frown. He couldn’t help but laugh at the dramatic huff that accompanied your quiet “no”.

With a victorious chuckle, Bucky got you settled in bed and took his spot next to you, wrapping his body protectively around yours like he did every night. The two of you laid together in the dark stillness of your bedroom, relishing in the warmth of one another. With your head resting on Bucky’s chest, resisting sleep became impossible. The steady sound of his heartbeat and the cozy embrace of his arms sent you drifting off into dreamland in no time at all. Bucky listened to your steady breathing, happy to know that his best girl was finally getting some sleep.

But he couldn’t stop himself from worrying about you. He knew he’d be leaving for a mission in just two days, meaning that you’d be left to your own devices. He could see you staying up till all hours of the night without him there to make you go to sleep. He resolved to have a talk with you about it the following evening when you returned from work and surrendered to sleep himself, wrapping his arms around you just a bit tighter as he drifted off.

But his plans to talk to you were dashed by an emergency call from Rhodey at 10 am. Things had grown dicey at the Hydra base they’d been planning to infiltrate and they needed to get there as soon as possible. Bucky shoved clothes into his duffel bag and hopped on his motorcycle, stopping by your office on his way to the compound.

The screeching tires of Bucky’s bike drew the attention of everyone in your building. His frantic form rushed through the doors in search of you, scanning the offices and coming up empty. He was in a massive hurry, and knew he had to get to the compound ASAP, but he had to say goodbye. He only allotted himself five minutes to see you, and if he couldn’t find you in time, he’d have to leave without saying goodbye- and that was not acceptable. Anxiety pushed him onward, desperately searching the building for you as quickly as he could.

The sweet sound of your voice set his mind at ease. He flew to you, pulling you into his arms without paying any mind to your staring coworkers. You tried to ask what he was doing running around your office like a madman, but he cut you off.

“I don’t have a lot of time- I have to leave. Rhodes just called” he took your face in his hands, memorizing each feature just in case he never made it home. “Things went sideways- we’re leaving right now”.

The information sent your mind spinning, leaving you feeling like the rug had been ripped out from under you. The 48 hours that you thought you had left with Bucky were stolen from you just like that, leaving you heartbroken.

“I just needed to come say goodbye” he crushed your lips with his, pouring every ounce of his love into the embrace. “I love you. I love you so much, doll. Take care of yourself while I’m gone- I’m gonna try my best to keep you updated, okay?”

You nodded. Tears welled in your eyes and slipped down your cheeks, leaving mascara-tinged tracks on your skin. Your coworkers looked on, but you couldn’t have cared less- Bucky was leaving, and that’s all that mattered.

“I- okay. I love you, Buck. Be careful. Please”. You leaned into him, deeply inhaling his warm scent, “I need you to come home- I need you here with me”.

He squeezed you as tight as he could without snapping your spine, promising not to take any unnecessary risks. “Promise me that you’ll actually sleep while I’m gone, okay?” He breathed a sigh of relief when you nodded against his chest, and felt a tiny fraction of his anxiety recede.

With one last deep kiss, Bucky was gone. He left you standing in the hallway, teary-eyed and brokenhearted. He was off on yet another dangerous mission, and you had to somehow focus on the rest of your workday.

All Bucky asked of you was that you take care of yourself and get some rest while he was away, but it proved easier said than done. Without Bucky at home waiting for you to return from work, it grew easier to stay at the office later and later. The building fell quiet around you as your coworkers trickled out one by one, going home for an evening of rest and relaxation- but you remained.

It spawned into an unhealthy habit that kept you at work until past nine every night. There was nothing to look forward to upon your return home, only your dark, empty apartment- void of your favorite person. Only when you thought you were going to die of starvation did you head home to make a quick dinner and shower.

You found yourself on the couch each night, wrapped in Bucky’s favorite blanket and sitting alone in front of the tv. If you could focus on a show or a movie, you could avoid falling asleep just a little bit longer. Only when it became physically impossible to stay awake did you let the exhaustion win, falling asleep on the couch instead of the bed you shared with Bucky. Your phone always rested on your chest as you slept, just in case Bucky got a spare moment to send you a text- but your phone remained silent.

It was disheartening to wake each morning without a message from Bucky, but part of you was glad. If you woke up to a text from him, it would mean that you’d missed the opportunity to talk to him, and that was worse than sleep deprivation. Getting in touch with him while he was on a mission was damn near impossible, and if you weren’t able to respond to him in a timely manner, it might be days before he was able to contact you again.

Fatigue plagued your body, leaving you feeling empty and half-dead. Never in your life had you experienced such aggressive exhaustion. A dull ache lived in your head constantly and a thick fog wrapped around your brain, making everything fuzzy. A few coworkers pulled you aside in the breakroom on the fifth day of Bucky’s absence, asking if you were okay. They told you how concerned they were about you, noting the dark circles under your eyes, long hours at the office, and your alarming lack of energy.

The desperate need to stay awake in case Bucky called, paired with the intense worry about his safety swirled into a perfect storm of sleepless nights. Your coworkers could never understand what you were going through, and explaining it was emotional labor that you didn’t have the strength for.

On your thirteenth late night without Bucky, you sat awake in the living room while endless episodes of iZombie played without your attention. Worries about Bucky’s safety plagued you, sending sharp pangs of anxiety through your chest. Your fingers itched to text him, but contacting him while he was on a mission always made you nervous- what if your text was the sound that gave away his location and got him killed? But the pact you’d made with yourself to refrain from contacting him crumbled at your feet as you shot Bucky a quick text.

“Please come home safe. I love you. I miss you so much.”

On the fourteenth day since Bucky’s departure, your phone rang. A quick apology to your coworkers excused you from your meeting, giving you the opportunity to answer Bucky’s call.

“Bucky?” you breathed into the phone, praying that everything was okay. He recognized the worry in your voice and set your anxiety at ease, telling you that he was on his way home.

“Baby, why did I get a text from you at 3:26am?” his expectant tone signaled trouble for you. A sharp cringe twisted your features- shit, you hadn’t thought about the timestamp.

“Relax, Buck. I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and missed you. That’s all”. His silence unnerved you. He knew you were lying and wasn’t happy about it, but told himself to save that conversation for later.

As soon as you possibly could, you ditched your office. Bucky said he’d be home by 8, and you weren’t going to miss out on even a second with him. When you arrived home at 7:49, you sped around the apartment, cleaning and tidying the space for Bucky’s homecoming. The sound of his keys in the door sent your heart leaping into your throat.

“Bucky!” was all you could say as you sped toward the door and launched your body into his waiting arms.

“Sweetheart…” he whispered against your hair, nuzzling his face into your neck with desperation. A comforting warmth bloomed in Bucky’s chest, spreading through his body as he held you close.

“I missed you…”

“I missed you more, Buck”.

He pulled away from your embrace, taking your face in his hands and drinking you in. A frown tugged his features downward as he looked you over, your tired eyes breaking his heart. “Did you get any sleep while I was gone?”

Technically, the answer was yes. You did, in fact, sleep every night that Bucky was gone, just not enough. “Yes, I slept. I promise”, but he wasn’t buying it.

He scooped you up and carried you to the couch, flopping down against the cushions with a sigh. “Alright, this is serious. I need you to talk to me, baby”, he swept a thumb over your cheek, waiting for you to open up- but you didn’t.

“I wasn’t even here, doll,” he let out an exasperated sigh, “You said you don’t like to go to sleep because you want to spend time with me, but I was gone- you could’ve gone to sleep the second you got home from work. I just- I need you to tell me what’s going on”.

Your lips found his neck, sucking at his pulse and sending goosebumps over his skin. His head fell back in ecstasy as you worked slowly over the length of his neck, driving him crazy- until he stopped you.

“Hey, no- come on. You can’t distract me, sweets,” he gently removed your lips from his neck, “talk to me”. With a dramatic sigh, you let your head fall against his shoulder. The truth was embarrassing, and maybe even pathetic.

“When you’re here, I don’t want to waste a second of my time with you, so I don’t want to sleep,” he nodded, “but when you’re gone, I miss you. I um, I stay at work late so that I don’t have to be here in our home without you, and then I stay awake on the couch as late as physically possible. I don’t like being in our bed without you. So I just- I sit out here, waiting to hear from you. I- I don’t want to risk missing a text or a call- even though I know they’re rare...”

Bucky sighed. His hands stroked up and down the length of your spine, bringing you some much needed comfort. “Baby, that’s- that’s very sweet. I mean, it’s good to know that you miss me so much…” he joked, “but you can’t do that to yourself”.

An apathetic shrug raised your shoulders. As far as you were concerned, you’d stay awake until the end of time- no matter how miserable you were- if it meant you got to spend time with Bucky.

“Hey, come on, I need you to listen to me”, he lifted your head from his shoulder and stared into your eyes with a fierce intensity. “When I didn’t want to go to sleep because of my nightmares, you begged me to. All you kept saying was how important sleep is- how if you don’t get enough you could actually die. It’s just not healthy, doll.”

“But I wanna spend time with you…” your voice cracked ever so slightly, betraying just how desperate you were for him, “I miss you. I miss you all the time. And if I have to give up some sleep in order to be with you, I’m fine with that”.

Bucky’s expression grew stern. His brow furrowed and his jaw tensed as he let your words wash over him. “But I’m not”, he argued, “If you don’t sleep, you can have memory issues; it fucks up your judgement and coordination- baby, it’s dangerous. And if you wreck your car or something because you refuse to sleep and I lose you, I’ll- I can’t lose you. You wanna spend time with me, but you can’t do that if you aren’t here…”

Very real anxiety colored Bucky’s voice. His arms encircled your waist and pulled you closer, forcing your body against his with an unmatched desperation.

“I just need you to take care of yourself, sweetheart. Can you please do that? For me?”

You promised without hesitation. You’d never thought about how your bad habit would affect him, and mentally chastised yourself for making him worry. “I’m sorry, Buck. I love you…”

“I love you, too, baby. That’s why I need you to take care of yourself- so I can keep you around for as long as possible”. You snuggled into him, taking in his warm scent and listening to his heartbeat. The weight of his absence fell from your shoulders as the two of you sat there, fit together like puzzle pieces.

“Okay, it’s 8:39 right now. I need a shower and something to eat, but then it's time for bed- for both of us. Deal?” Bucky stared down at you with a stern gaze, only breaking his domineering façade when you agreed to go to sleep.

He got cleaned up from his mission while you changed into pajamas and made a quick dinner for the two of you to share. When the food was decimated and the dishes clean, Bucky carried your fatigued body to bed.

For the first time, you didn’t fight him- you didn’t protest or argue. You allowed him to wrap you snug under the blankets with the utmost care in the way he’d always wanted to. The two of you settled into bed, tangling your limbs together and relishing in the feeling of being reunited.

With your head on Bucky’s chest and his arms wrapped tight around your back, you allowed the strong grasp of sleep to drag you under. Just as you were about to surrender completely, your head lifted from Bucky’s chest. He tried to protest your sudden jolt of energy, but stopped when he heard what you had to say.

“Thank you for taking care of me…I love you, Buck. I’m so glad you’re home”. He leaned upward and met your lips with his in the darkness of your room, whispering an “I love you” right back.

You settled your head back in its rightful place atop Bucky’s chest, placing a light kiss to the scar that fused flesh to metal. With the love of your life home safe, you finally let yourself get the rest you so desperately needed, dreaming of him all night long.

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the things i would let him do to me would make the devil blush

It’s about the little things🥰

@thembsblog cause you be thirsting too. If i’m going down i’m taking you with me 🫠

hey. don't cry. I went to Mad At You island and none of your friends were there :)

I love how the world perceives tumblr as useless platform. No world news here. No algorithm. No verified accounts. Ads are about Pikachu cosplayer and shoelaces. Folks that's exactly how social media should be

way overdue edit: OP too has learned everything regarding international politics through crabs and that meme but doesn't dare to consider these paranormal/parasocial occurrences as mere news. It's a moment, it's a bliss, it's the nightmare of future generations' history textbooks, you had to be there

i- i can’t believe i managed to read this in public without screaming 🤭

How about a Bucky x girlfriend reader: It had felt like the longest mission of his life- and with readers "warm" welcome, they can barely contain themselves before making it to their quarters... After a night of rough sex, James gets a little guilt-trip during their shower together, when he sees all the marks on his lovers body. But reader replies with showing him the scratches and hickeys she has given him. “I don’t mind some love brands – they just show me that I am yours.”

Love Marks

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x girlfriend!reader

Summary: Bucky had been on a very long mission and he missed you terribly. When he returned home, the sex was intense, wild, and rough. Afterwards, the two of you shower and Bucky notices all the marks he left on your body. He's worried about having hurt you, but you make sure to reassure him.

Warnings: It's SMUT y'all. You should know this by now. Rough sex, unprotected sex, P in V, biting, spanking. Use of pet names. Cursing. Definitely some fluff thrown in there at the end.

A/N: Based on a request from @scorpionchild81. Hope you like it!! Sorry it took so long, love.

Bucky had been gone for two months. Two entire months without seeing, touching, kissing, or making love to the person you loved most. The hardest part was the almost radio silence you'd had since the mission began. You could count on one hand the number of times you'd heard from Bucky and the number of times the connection hadn't been poor was even less. You missed him terribly and you hoped he missed you just as much.

It was a Tuesday. You went to work as normal, came home to a painfully empty house, and ate dinner alone. It had become a routine, one that you had to admit you hated. Every day you came home, you hoped Bucky would be there waiting for you, but he never was. You weren't sure why you kept hoping when you knew you would only be disappointed.

As the night went on, you began to get ready for bed. After a shower, you crawled into your soft sheets, sent a silent "I love you" into the universe for Bucky, and drifted off to sleep.

Some time in the night, you were awoken by several loud sounds coming from your front door, followed by a string of muttered curses. You jumped out of bed, threw on your robe, and rushed out into the living room, flipping the light on as you went.

There he stood. James Buchanan Barnes. His hair was a mess and he'd grown a beard, but you would know him anywhere. It appeared as though he'd tripped over the pair of shoes you'd left by the door and in an attempt to catch his balance, had knocked your key holder off the wall. His bag sat on the floor beside him and he looked utterly dismayed.

"Bucky?" you said softly, coming closer.

He looked up at you and his expression shifted. "Doll." He crossed the space between you in seconds and pulled you in close, holding you so tightly you couldn't breathe. Not that you cared. "God, I missed you," he whispered into your hair.

Your response was muffled against his chest and he laughed lightly as he pulled away. "What was that?"

You smiled up at him, "I missed you more."

He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. "That's impossible, doll."

When he pulled away, you gestured to the doorway. "Sorry about the shoes."

He shrugged. "I'm just sorry I woke you."

"Don't be...I'm actually very glad you did," you said, your tone turning more seductive. "In fact, I think this would be an excellent time for me to show you exactly how much I missed you."

He grinned wolfishly. "Oh, really? And how do you plan to show me?"

You bit your lip and turned away from him, walking towards your room. "I guess you'll have to wait and find out..."

He was on you before you made it to the doorway of the bedroom. His lips pressed into every inch of skin he could find and he slammed your body up against the wall. Bucky was normally a gentle lover, but right now, he couldn't control himself. He needed you with a kind of desperation that would have terrified him had he been able to think straight.

"Bucky," you moaned softly as he nipped at your neck, hands grasping at any part of him you could reach.

He pulled away from you just long enough to shrug off his jacket before he was on you again. God, how you had missed the feel of his lips on your skin, it was intoxicating.

His hands slid down to the tie of your robe, quickly yanking it open and exposing more of your flesh to his hungry eyes. He grabbed your hips roughly and pulled you towards him, holding on so tightly it was almost painful. His mouth trailed kisses and love bites all over your neck and chest, pulling moans from your throat as he went.

"Please, Bucky, I need to touch you," you whispered softly, tugging at his tactical suit.

Bucky groaned against your throat. It was clear he had no desire to leave your skin long enough to remove his clothing, but he finally acquiesced to your request. He stepped back, watching you closely to make sure you were stable against the wall before he slowly began to remove his clothing, eyes never leaving yours.

It was an oddly sensual moment wedged between a lustful make out session and what was likely to be incredibly rough, needy sex. You were quick to shed your robe, but when you went to remove your nightgown, your boyfriend stopped you.

"Not yet, doll. I don't think I can handle seeing any more of you right now or I'm going to completely lose control."

You could see the almost-feral look in his eyes as he regarded you and it made you smile. "What if I want you to?"

He groaned and leaned his forehead against yours. "You're gonna be the death of me, sweets, I swear."

You grinned and angled your chin so you could reach his lips. Instead of kissing them, you gently bit his lower lip, tugging it between your teeth, before letting it go slowly.

"Fuck," he groaned. One hand gripped your hip, the other made a fist against the wall behind you. You could see him losing control and you craved it.

"You know, I've been meaning to buy a new nightgown. This one is getting kind of old," you said slowly.

When his eyes met yours, you knew he understood what you were saying. The look was dark, lustful, almost predatory, and it sent a thrill of desire straight to your core. His left hand gripped the silky fabric right between your breasts and he pulled roughly, ripping the fabric right down the seam. He continued to pull until the entire thing was ripped in half and tossed carelessly to the floor.

Bucky held onto you for dear life, lips, teeth, and tongue attacking your skin, littering your flesh with bite marks and bruises. You loved it when he was rough with you, when he lost all control.

Bucky's hands slipped under your ass, pulling your legs up towards him. He didn't need your assistance as he pulled you up into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist.

He turned and tossed you onto the bed, watching as you bounced a little before settling in the center. He climbed onto the bed and prowled his way towards you, like a predator with the most delicious prey in their sights.

He roughly grabbed your legs and pulled them apart, exposing your pussy to him. He groaned when he saw how wet you were, just for him.

Without warning, he dropped down on the bed and sunk his face into your pussy, gathering up as much of your slick as he could with his tongue. You gasped in a mixture of pleasure and surprise, one hand reaching out to snake into his hair.

He made the most delicious sounds as he ate you out, tongue diving deep inside you, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

"Bucky, I'm so close. Please," you whimpered.

Bucky didn't stop, didn't say a word, he simply pressed his face in deeper and continued his work between your legs. Your thighs threatened to close in on him, but he pushed them down, keeping you firmly in place.

Within moments, you climaxed with a cry and a string of profanity. Your body shook beneath him, and he continued to lap up every drop you offered, ignoring your babbling pleas to stop because it was too sensitive.

When Bucky decided he was done, he finally came up for air. His beard was covered in your slick, which you found both incredibly sexy and incredibly embarrassing. He didn't even bother to wipe his mouth before kissing you, sliding his tongue into your mouth at the first opportunity.

"Buck," you moaned against his lips. "Lemme taste you."

He shook his head. "Sorry, doll. Not right now. I need to have you."

He bit into your neck, then your collarbone, before leaving several bite marks across your breasts. He sucked bruises into any piece of soft flesh he could find, eliciting moans from deep in your chest.

Bucky was normally careful with you when he first entered you because of his size, but tonight was not a normal night. He slammed into you with force and you cried out, pain mixing with pleasure as you panted beneath him.

Bucky's eyes met yours and you silently begged him to just move please, a task he was happy to do. He fucked into you like his very life depended on it, hands holding onto your body as he pounded you into the mattress. You cried out in pleasure, moans erupting from both of your mouths. You could barely breathe, let alone think, which was exactly what you wanted.

"Fuck, doll, I've missed this sweet pussy. Feels so good," he groaned.

"Feels good, Buck," you mumbled.

"Oh I know it does, sweets. Can feel you squeezing me. Such a tight little pussy."

He nipped at your neck as he slowed his pace. He sat up, pulling out of you, the emptiness like an ache between your legs.

"Buck?"

"Roll over, baby. Please."

It was not so much a request as it was a demand, a demand you were more than happy to comply with. You rolled over, sticking your ass in the air, which Bucky immediately smacked with his right hand. His cool left hand soothed the area as he adjusted your body to his liking.

When he had you where he wanted you, he plunged into you again, hitting new places deep inside of you. Each thrust would have sent you flying across the bed if he didn't have a death grip on your hips.

Your moans were falling from your lips so quickly it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

Bucky snaked his left arm under you and pulled your torso up so you were leaning back against his chest. He continued to fuck you like this, fingers pinching your nipples, teeth nipping at the flesh of your back and shoulders.

Very, very slowly, Bucky slid his hand down your front. He paused just above your core, and whispered, "You want me to touch you?"

"Please," you whimpered.

"I need you to beg for it, pretty girl."

"Please, Bucky. Please touch me. I need it."

"Yeah, doll? You need it? You want me to play with that sweet little pussy of yours?"

You nodded rapidly.

His finger dipped between your folds and slowly circled your clit. "Tell me who's pussy this is."

"You--yours," you stuttered, a soft moan slipping past your lips.

He sped up his movements and you gasped in pleasure. "I'm not sure I heard you, sweets."

"Yours, Bucky!" you yelled as his hand moved impossibly faster.

He continued to thrust into you and his fingers never stopped pleasuring you. "I know you're close, doll. I can feel it."

You nodded, breathing ragged, legs weak.

"You wanna cum, baby?"

You whimpered softly in response.

"Then cum for me, (Y/N)." He sunk his teeth into your shoulder again. Something about the way he commanded you, the way he said your name, and the pain of his bite sent waves of ecstasy through you.

You came with a shout of his name, pussy gushing all over his cock and squeezing it as tight as possible.

Bucky groaned in pleasure, loving the feeling of your pussy throbbing around him. He quickly flipped you back over onto your back and began pounding into you with renewed vigor. He was clearly chasing his own orgasm, and you were desperate for him to cum.

"I want you to fill me up, James," you demanded softly.

"Fuck, doll," he groaned as his hips started to falter.

"That's it, handsome. Wanna feel you cum inside me."

He dropped his head into your neck and his thrusts weakened as he came, spilling his seed deep inside of you.

His body shuddered in pleasure as he collapsed on top of you, completely breathless. It took him a few moments before he could breathe normally again, and he finally rolled off you.

"You okay, doll?" he asked.

"Perfect," you replied, breathlessly.

He chuckled lightly. "How 'bout I get a hot shower going for us?"

"Mhm," you murmured.

He shook his head with a smile, and placed a tender kiss to your lips before dragging himself out of bed and into the bathroom. You heard the shower turn on and a few moments later, Bucky returned. "Can you stand?"

You nodded and pulled yourself into a sitting position. You tried to stand, but your legs were a little wobbly, so Bucky helped you up. You leaned against him as he walked you to the bathroom and helped you into the shower.

Your strength began to return as the hot water rained down against your skin. Bucky's arms were wrapped around your waist and he was placing soft kisses to your shoulders.

"Can I wash you, doll?"

You smiled at the sweet question. "Of course, Buck."

He grabbed the loofa and poured some bath gel on it and began to slowly massage your back. As he moved your hair to the side, he noticed several bite marks and dark bruises littering your skin. He felt a pang in his chest as he took in the marks he'd made. "Turn around," he whispered.

You turned to face him and his breath caught in his chest. Your neck, your collarbone, your shoulders, your breasts...everywhere he looked there were bite marks and deep bruises across your beautiful skin. He reached out and gently touched one of the darkest ones and whispered, "I'm so sorry."

"For what?" you asked in confusion, eyes following his hand to its place on your chest. "For those?"

He nodded, eyes filled with pain and regret. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

You placed a hand on his chest. "Bucky, you didn't hurt me. I happen to like it when you're a bit rough during sex. It's a turn-on."

He looked up at you, seemingly unconvinced.

"I'm serious," you said firmly, taking a step toward him. "Every single one of these marks is special to me because they came from you. The person I love most. They remind me, and anyone who happens to see them, that I'm yours."

His eyes widened slightly as he took in your serious, but loving expression. "You're not upset with me?"

"Buck, I promise you, if you ever actually hurt me, I'll let you know. These are simply love marks, a pleasant reminder of the incredible sex we just had."

His eyes darkened slightly. "Incredible, huh?"

"Oh god, James, you're insatiable."

"It's been two months, what did you expect?" he teases.

"What I expect is for you to fuck me senseless a couple more times before we go to bed."

He groaned. "Anything for you, doll. Anything."

y’all this is so pretty, it’s like a dream mood board. i want it on my wall

hope you like pink

this had me kickin my feet 🤭

Pretend

College bucky x best friend reader, jealous Sharon, Steve and Sam are goofs. 

all the fluffff Friends to lovers

This shit has been sitting in my drafts for months. Idk why I started this or where I wanted it to go but here with our with more sweet college Bucky. Finally decided to finish it. 

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“Buck!”

“Hey nugget”

You plopped on the sofa beside him in the library, not even bothering to pull your notes out to study. You scrolled through your phone, leaning against Bucky while he worked on his term paper.

“I grabbed you your drink by the way” Bucky leaned over, grabbing a coffee cup off the table, handing it to you before returning to his laptop. You hummed contently, sipping on the warm liquid, your body heating up, not because you were drinking hot coffee but because you were snuggled against Bucky. One of your closest friends. Who also played football on campus. Not at all someone you had a crush on. Nope.  

Bucky bit his lip, term paper be damned, you were tucked right into his side and he was fighting himself not to wrap his arm around your waist to pull you closer. He huffed through his nose, reading the same paragraph ten times over, not once actually comprehending what it said. The soft scent of your shampoo was evading his senses and it didn’t help that your head was leaning onto his shoulder.

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one more round | b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: smut! 18+ only! this is filthy so lets get to it, bucky fucks you like he hates you, choking, spit kink, light face slapping, spanking, daddy kink, oral + fingering ( r! ) , degrading, praise, squirting, nicknames ( princess, bunny ) , hard breeding kink, cum play, size kink

word count: 1.7k

author's note: part two to hate fuck ! i wasn't going to make a second one until i was re reading it while high and just needed to write hate fucking

Your phone buzzed under your thigh as you were laid out on the couch in your living room. You were waiting for Bucky to get back home from one of the missions he was sent on. It was only for a few weeks, but you weren't allowed to know about any of it until he got back.

Grabbing your phone, you closed your book and set it down on the coffee table, seeing the text from Steve.

Grabbing your phone, you closed your book and set it down on the coffee table, seeing the text from Steve.

Mission didn’t go too well. He’s pissed.

You blushed reading that. You knew Steve was only telling you so you were aware of Bucky’s temper and that it wasn’t about you. But you knew what it actually meant.

You felt a shiver down your spine as you texted back a simple, ‘thanks 4 the heads up’. You locked your phone, setting it down on top of your book as you heard the front door unlock. You sucked in a short breath, as you heard his boot being dropped on the hardwood floor, the metal clinking of his weapons from his vest hanging on the wall.

You set your blanket to the side and got up to go greet Bucky. As you rounded the corner, you saw him turn at the same time and he let out a sigh the second his eyes connected with yours.

“Baby,” He made a few long strides to get to you, stepping over the mess he had created with the clothes pile around him and pushing you up against the door, his flesh hand wrapping around your throat. You grabbed his wrists, letting out a soft moan as his lips crashed with yours, his entire body pressing against yours. 

He pushed his hips into your stomach, feeling his hard cock through his jeans. he let out a soft, ‘fuck’ against your lips as he soaked in the feeling of your skin under his fingertips. He bit down on your bottom lip as his metal hand came to meet your core through the thin material of your shorts. He rubbed his middle finger up and down your slit, occasionally prodding your hole through the material. 

You whined against his lips, feeling like absolute putty in his hands the second he teased your hole. You tried to move your hips to get a little more, but you were met with a light slap on the cheek with his flesh hands. 

“Don’t fuckin’ move, princess.” He grabbed your cheeks, opening your mouth before collecting some spit on his tongue, and spitting onto your stuck out tongue. Your eyes never left his as you took your tongue back and swallowed his spit, licking your bottom lip and sticking your tongue back out again.

“Greedy, aren’t you?” You let out a soft moan as you nodded. He smirked, grabbing your throat against and guiding you towards the couch. He let you go before turning you around and bending you coover the back of the couch. You squealed as you pressed against the tops of the couch cushions as Bucky grabbed your hips harshly.  He dug his fingers into your skin, before tearing the loose shorts off of you in one go, tossing them to the side. 

“You’re gonna take what Daddy gives you, understand?” You looked behind you and caught his eye. They were darkened with lust, a hungry look in his gaze as he slapped your ass with a harsk smack. 

“Dumb bunny already?” He harshly squeezed your ass as you nodded. He laughed, shaking his head as he kicked your legs apart and snak to his knees. He spread your ass cheeks wide, showing your glistening pussy to him.

"Such a whore, going around with no panties. It’s like you were waiting for me.” You let out a soft moan as you felt his hot tongue swipe up through your folds, before circling your dripping hole and going back down to your clit. He groaned against you, keeping your legs spread open, teasing you with his tongue for a little while. 

He couldn’t help it, he hadn’t tasted your pussy in three weeks. It drove him mad knowing that you were here waiting for him. You both had ended having phone sex multiple times when he was able to because he was that obsessed.

And you ended up admitted that you had touched yourself on the nights you didn’t have phone sex. You couldn’t help but touch yourself at the thought of him. It didn’t piss him off, if anything it turned him on even more knowing went against him just for him to fuck your brains out. 

He loved that teasing side of you.

He swirled his tongue back down to your hole before bringing his flesh fingers to your dripping cunt, and pushing two in easily. You let out a moan as he practically drooled at the sight of your pussy taking his fingers so fucking easily.

“Oh, baby… You hear that?” He started to fuck your pussy a little faster with his fingers, and all you could hear was the squelching of your pussy. You let out a moan, nodding as you pushed against him. 

“Hear how fucking slutty you sound? Shit baby…” He kept going, and you curled your toes as you felt your orgasm approaching. You couldn’t help but rock against his fingers as he fucked you mercilessly with his fingers.

“Oh, Buck ‘m gonna cum..” You let out a pathetic moan as you felt his thumb press against your clit as he took himself out of his jeans and boxers. He started stroking himself, spreading his precum over the length of his cock as he fucked you on his fingers faster. You clenched your fingers as you came, moving your hips against his fingers.

“Dripping down my fucking hand, bunny.” You heated up, hiding your face in the pillow as he tsked, taking his fingers from your pussy and standing up, taking off his jeans and boxers all the way, tossing them to the side. He leaned over your bent frame and you felt his cock rub against your dripping folds.

You instantly pushed back against him, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck you. And he knew that, fuck did he know how bad you whined and begged for his cock while he was gone. You were insatiable and he couldn’t get enough.

He grabbed your hair and tugged, arching your back as you felt his chest against your back and the cool metal from his dog tags. Snaking his hand around he placed his two fingers that were soaked with your slick into your mouth and you sucked.

At the same time, you felt him slip inside of you, and you moaned against his fingers, pushing back into him. He let out a breathy moan, tugging your hair hader as he snapped his hips into yours at a quick pace. 

He felt your pussy squeeze him as he fucked into you faster, his lips pressing against the shell of your ear. You felt him smirk against the shell of your ear as he pulled his fingers from your lips and let go of your hair to grip your hips harshly, getting one more harsh thrust in and pulling out. 

He helped you up before tossing his shirt off and tearing off yours, leaving it into the pile around the room. He gripped your hips as you jumped into his arms, his dick sliding right into your pussy as you let out a moan. He hiked your legs up a bit higher than his hips and wrapped his arms around your back so you were folded as he fucked right up into your cervix.

You moaned as he thrusted quickly, his balls slapping against you and you could feel the tip of his cock in your stomach. He was moaning above you as he fucked you, and you couldn’t ever understand where he got this stanima from. He was fucking into you like he hated you.

“Fuck, this pussy if so fucking tight, princess. Take my fat cock so fucking well. Just my little cock sleeve, aren't you?” You moaned, tipping your head back as he pressed his lips against yours, and you squeezed his cock again, feeling another orgasm wash over you. Your nails dug into his back and he moaned into your mouth at the pain, his metal hand holding you as he pulled you away from his body just enough to rub your clit with his flesh hand.

You rolled your hips into his as he moved to the couch and laid you on the pillows, making sure to not let off your clit. The second he set you down with is cock still in your stomach and you were still bent at the knee, you squirted all over his cock, and his abdomen.

“Shit, baby. Did you just fucking squirt?” You moaned as you nodded as he fucked you throough your high, his arms untagnling from your body and your legs dropped. HIs metal hand grabbed your throat gently, not letting up on your clit as he chased his high. You came one more time the second you felt his hot cum spill into your cunt, leaking out and down your crack and his balls covered in your slick onto the couch.

“Can’t let anything go to waste, baby.” He fucked his cum back into you, grabbing a pillow and pushing it under your hips as he rocked his hips into yours. You arched your back as you felt his cock drag against your sensitive walls. He could feel your cunt flutter with each stroke, hearing how wet you sounded as he thrusted slow and deep.

“Gotta make it stick, baby. Fuck a baby into you, huh?” You squeezed his cock at the thought, feeling your face heat up once more as he grinned, leaning down and smashed his lips into yours. He let go of your throat and pulled away, spreading your legs as you let out a groan, your muscles sore. 

Pulling out, he leaned down to your pussy, his eyes connecting with yours as he licked up your pussy, both of your cum on his tongue. You let out a whine, licking your bottom lip as he smirked against you, lashed fluttering against his cheeks as he slurped you clean. He pulled away and came back up to you, grabbing your mouth and forcing your mouth open, and letting the spit from his tongue mixed with his seed and your cum drip onto your tongue. You moaned as you felt it touch your tongue and you swallowed, a satisfied grin spreading on Bucky’s face.

“Good fuckin’ girl.”

imagine being bucky's mission partner

"You okay?"

Your eyes glared up at where Bucky stood over you, handsome asshole in his leather jacket. He asked again and even held out his hand, but you swatted it away and slowly got up from the ground. He watched and stepped forward when you faltered, failing to catch your balance. He was on you in a millisecond, holding you by the waist and standing way too close to you.

Cheeks warm from his smoldering stare, you pushed him away and started limping toward the doorway. You heard his sigh and anticipated his touch again - this time his hand fell to the small of your back.

"Come on, don't be like that..."

"I told you I had it."

Bucky kept a hand on your arm as he walked around you, his body moving to face you. His face had softened and he smiled gently, reaching a hand to the side of you face.

"I know you can handle yourself, I just...worry."

Knowing you couldn't be mad at him for more than minutes at a time, Bucky's smile grew a bit when you reached down for his hand. He gave it a squeeze and asked how you really were.

"That fall was bad..."

"My butt hurts..." your voice whined and he chuckled, bringing you into a gentle embrace; he ran his hand up and down your back, proposing that the two of you call it a night.

"They got away for now, we'll get them next time."

"Sam's going to be pissed," you shuddered at the thought but Bucky just shrugged.

"He's always pissed - let's go back to the hotel," he proposed, fingers gliding against your cheek. His touch brought comfort to the pain and you nodded, allowing him to kiss you on the lips.

"Will you ice my butt when we get back to the room?"

Bucky laughed. "Yeah, doll, I'll ice your butt."

literally every day i say to myself “wow i’m having a really bad one today” like girl i think this is just your life.

i’m smiling like an idiot but this is some of the sweetest shit ever

I remember this funny story when I was around 7 or 8 I asked my dad if he had any money so I can take him out for dinner for his birthday and I was like “oh this is definitely bumblebee to her dad oh his birthday”

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of implied smut.

A/n: Part of the Bumblebee Series.

《Masterlist》《Mafia Masterlist》《Library》

It's a quiet Sunday afternoon.

Bucky and you spent most of the morning in bed, wrapped around each other, taking advantage of the fact that little Bumblebee loves to sleep in.

Now you're settled on the couch, your feet in his lap, reading a book while Bucky and the guys discuss their plans for the week. You focus your fantasy world, tuning out their serious conversations about territories and which senator they need to get in line.

"Papa? Mommy?"

All three men fall silent at the sound of her adorable voice drifting into the living room. A smile tugs at Bucky's lips and he calls out, "In here Bumblebee."

The soft patter of her feet running down the hallway gets louder, she pops her head in the room, still dressed in her green pajamas covered with dancing ballerinas.

Her wide eyes light up when she sees everyone on the couch then she's sprinting across the living room, leaping over the rug, you move your feet out of the way in time for her to land on his lap with a small grunt.

"Hi Bumblebee," he says with a warm smile.

Grabbing his face in her tiny hands, she beams up at him. "Hi Papa. I needs your money."

Steve and Sam burst out laughing at her unexpected greeting. You place your book on your chest and stare at your baby. "What?"

She glances over at you, her bright, infectious smile causing her chubby cheeks to jut out. "G'Morning mommy," She sings out, still clutching Bucky's face.

Unable to resist, you lean over, pressing a soft kiss on her cheek. "Good morning. Why do you need your papa's money?"

"Cause-wait a minute pwease." She stands up, her feet pushing into his thighs, he steadies her wobbly legs with his hands. His chest shakes with quiet laughter when she slides her hands up to cover his ears.

Giving you a serious look, her tiny brows furrow.

"I wanna take papa to dinner for his birfday but I needs some money and papa has all the money," she explains, blowing out a soft, frustrated sigh. "And-and he said that you can't spend your money cause we have to spend his money and I wanna be a surpwise but I have no money mommy."

Her little rant has you holding in a smile while Steve and Sam temper their chuckles.

Bucky is always insisting he takes care of everything.

And you really can't argue with her logic. "Okay, you get your money Bumblebee and I'll help you spend it."

"Tank you, mommy." Turning back to her amused dad, she smiles at him, lifting her hands off his ears. "Can I have it?"

Bucky's soft eyes settle on her face, the sheer adoration radiating off him always makes your heart melt, knowing what a good father he is. She could ask for the moon wrapped in a pink bow and Bucky would find a way to give it to her.

"How much do you want?" Bucky replies, keeping a hand on her back so she doesn't fall, he shifts to his side to take his wallet out of his back pocket. He opens it, revealing a thick wad of hundreds.

Her nose scrunches as she studies the stack of bills. After a minute of serious contemplation, she reaches down and grabs all of it, using both hands to take the wad of cash out of his wallet. "Dis much, Papa. Tank you."

A stunned but impressed look flashes across Bucky’s face. "Alright then."

"Are you sure you dont need more?" you tease, poking her in her chubby belly. "That might not be enough. Papa eats a lot of food, you're going to need a lot of money."

"Hey!" Bucky tilts his head, giving you an offended look. You match his stare, enjoying this way more than your book.

"Oh." She blows out another breath. "Oh, you're right mommy."

You almost lose it when he turns that offended look to his baby girl, who's nodding in agreement. "You do Papa. You ate all my fruit woops."

"I did huh?" He muses softly, his head lolls in your direction. You drop your gaze to your hands when Bucky's eyes find your guilty ones.

"Its okay. Mommy said you were so hungwy and you needed them." She pats his chest reassuringly, a few bills drifting to the living room rug.

"She did huh?"

Suddenly finding your nails mesmerizing, you avoid his pointed look and slide to the other end of the couch before he can grab you.

And just like Bucky, neither one can say no to her.

Unaware that she's spilled your secret, she tucks the rest of the money under her arm before facing her amused uncles.

"Uncle Stevie. Uncle Sammie. Can I have your money too pwease?" She cups her hand around the side of her mouth, whispering. "It's for papa."

By the time she wobbles out of the living room with you by her side, she's leaving a trail of cash behind her along with three mobsters with empty wallets. Her little arms full of hundreds, while she insists that she can carry it in a tone that reminds you of so much of Bucky it's uncanny.

You help her plan his birthday dinner with the help of Daisy and her stuffed animals and even take her to his favorite store so she can buy him several gifts.

Like her father, she has impeccable taste, choosing four new ties to make him "look so pwetty" and diamond encrusted watch that she liked because it was shiny.

Later that night, your little family enjoyed dinner at one of Bumblebee's favorite restaurants--which happens to be owned by your mobster so everything is on the house but she doesn't need to know that.

You and Bucky will never forget the look of pride on her face when she "pays" for his surprise dinner.

It becomes a family tradition after that.

"More" - Bucky Barnes

Right... So this absolutely got out of hand as I wrote it. Definitely indulgent but I'm hoping you find something here you enjoy ❤️ also it's really long 🫢

Also just wanted to say thank you for all the love and reblogs for my other works. I love to hear from you guys and know what you think!

Ok take a breath cos here comes the warnings: p in v; oral (both); light bondage; daddy!dom Bucky; sex toys; overstim; light spanking; squirting; dirty talk; again every paragraph is utter filth

Enjoy ❤️

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You knelt between Bucky's knees, your hands resting on his thick, suit clad thighs. You batted your lashes and smiled up as his fingers stroked at your cheeks.

"Tell me what you want Babygirl" he muttered, eyes roaming over you, making you blush under his possessive, loving gaze.

Your fingers danced over to his belt, and tugged at it. "Want you daddy...want you to make me come over and over.... please?" you whispered, lifting up to bring your face a little closer to his.

He chuckled darkly and pinched your chin between his fingers. "You sure sweetheart? You want daddy to use that pretty pussy until it can't take anymore?" You squeezed your thighs together and nodded enthusiastically.

He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling out his thick, semi-hard cock. "Put that mouth to use then baby, let me see you earn it." Your mouth watered and you were on him before he barely finished speaking. You pressed kisses to the leaking tip, before taking him into your mouth. His legs spread wider to allow you to go deeper. Taking the hint you pushed further your eyes beginning to water. He groaned as the tip brushed the back of your throat and he threaded his fingers through your hair, holding you in place.

"Fuck princess, that's a good girl." You hummed in happiness as you pulled away a little and began bobbing up and down, stopping a occasionally at the base and choking around him. You lifted your eyes to look at Bucky, a mixture of pride and lust on his features as tears leaked down your cheek.

He pulled you off him, your lips swollen and messy. He was dying to paint your face with come but decided to save it for later. "Get on the bed, hands and knees." Despite your fuzzy mind, your scrambled up and crawled onto bed. You felt him approach you, slip his fingers into the band of your pretty pink panties and suddenly he ripped them from you.

Thick fingers spread your soaking lips, exposing your intimate parts to him and you couldn't help but wiggle and moan under his actions. As he pushed his fingers in further he landed a firm slap to your ass. You squealed as he continued this process for what felt like a lifetime. Soon your ass was a pink as your ruined underwear and he seemed to be satisfied with his work.

Finally he thrust his fingers in and jerked until you were squirting around his fingers, your cries muffled into the bedspread. His hands wrapped into your hair, pulling you upwards, your screams filling the quiet bedroom. You were shaking when he let go, your body dropping to the bed. Before you could catch your breath you felt him grab your ankle and pull you to the edge.

"Not finished yet are we babygirl?" He mocked, squeezing your sore cheeks and spreading your ass. You squealed as his fat cock pushed into your throbbing cunt and your gripped the sheets. He pounded hard into you, balls slapping against you soft skin. His fingers dug into your hips as he chased his own release. "Daddy, it's so big.... So much..." You panted and moaned as his growls became louder. "So fucking tight princess, no matter how many times, always so tight for me." You nodded, feeling the coil in your stomach begin to tighten. His hand reached round and rubbed at your clit mercilessly. You tried to escape the onslaught but he held you tight as he pushed you over the edge. As you squeezed him you felt his load paint your walls and a string of curses left his lips.

As he pulled out, a sob left your lips, wanting more of him, yet feeling so wrecked already. "Roll over baby, wanna see your pretty face" he cooed and you obeyed, feeling empty and bare without him. His hands cupped your face and your lips latched on to his thumb, placating the need in you.

"Colour baby?"

It took you a moment but once you thought you whispered "Green" and he smiled at you. A look so adoring and direct you couldn't help but shiver at him. "You're so beautiful baby, gonna make you feel so good" he murmured, pushing his thumb further into your mouth. "Gonna make you come over and over just like you want, then I'm gonna paint that pretty face. You want that princess?"

You nodded again, letting his thumb slip out, "yes daddy, please" you mumbled and watched as he pulled out some of your favourite toys from the bedside cabinet.

First he tied you to the bed, legs spread wide and arms secured to the frame. Enough room to wiggle but not enough to hide yourself from his ministrations. He then pressed a vibrator straight on your already pulsing cunt, making your toes curl. You moaned and whined over and over, simultaneously chasing your release and desperate for relief. When you squealed as you came he planted a few spanks you your pussy, prolonging the pleasure and pain, tears welling in your eyes.

He stroked your thighs, soothing you but leaving lingering touches to your soaked folds which only made you crave him more. He teased your ass with a finger and then you felt the head of a thick dildo pressing at your pussy, not as thick as Bucky but enough to have you thrashing in your binds. "Daddy please" you cried, not really sure what you were begging for.

"I know baby, daddy will make it better, you can take it princess" he said softly as he fucked your aching pussy as his finger teased you. After torturing you that way until he was satisfied, Bucky returned the vibrator to your sensitive clit. No longer able to speak you whimpered as he leaned over to kiss you, licking the salty tears from your face. You were only slightly aware of him leaving hickeys and bites over your neck and chest, adding to the growing tension in your lower half.

"Show me your a good girl, don't hold out on me now" he mocked and you came again with a cry. "Daddy, need you please" you begged and who was he to deny such a pretty thing?

"Doing so well for me princess, not long now, just a couple more..." He said as he undid the ties around your legs. Moving between them, he pushed until your knees touched your chest, ankles by his shoulders and he sank into you with one smooth thrust, his previous load leaking out as he delivered a long, slow fuck. You were so sensitive, but heard yourself begging "more, more, more" in-between kisses, tugging at the binds at your wrists.

He sank is fingers into your open mouth, making you choke, your pussy clenching around his cock as he did it. He continued to fuck you and choke you, tears streaming down your cheeks as you drew closer and closer to another orgasm, not entirely sure you could manage more, knowing that wasn't really an option if Bucky was having his way.

You began to float, your focus solely on the fingers in your mouth and the cock in your pussy. The pleasure and the ache that was taking over you. Somewhere you heard him mumble sweet praises and dirty growls.

"Come, now." A firm voice cut through the haze and you could do nothing else, you legs squeezing around him. You arms had become unbound and your hands flew to Bucky, threading your fingers through his soft hair, tugging and pulling as your release continued on.

True to his word, he pulled out and he manoeuvred himself so he could cover your face and chest with his come, pumping his cock as he groaned. Being his good girl, you stuck out your tongue and used your free hands to stroke his balls, prolonging his own release.

When he was finished you fell back on the bed spread eagle, every muscle throbbing with satisfaction as your eyes fell shut. You felt Bucky hover over you and you opened your eyes, a smile gracing both your faces.

"How are you sweetheart?" He muttered taking in your glassy eyes, puffy lips and his own come on your perfect face. "So good, daddy" you whispered as you dragged your fingers across your face and took it into your mouth. You both moaned as you licked your fingers clean.

"Careful babydoll, don't be teasing now" he gently admonished. You grinned at him and stroked his chin, his scratchy beard feeling good against you soft fingers. He pressed some kisses to your fingertips and smiled at you. "Let's get you cleaned up princess and we can get all snuggly hmm?" You nodded and let him carry you to the bathroom.

You looked up at him, feeling so small and fragile in his arms. "Was I good?" You whispered, threading your fingers in his hair. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and squeezed you tighter. "Perfect sweetheart, my best girl, so proud of you."

You smiled and laid your head on his shoulder again. Content in his arms for the rest of the night, feeling safe and loved.

soft days [Bucky Barnes]

summary: After facing The Flag Smashers and saving the world once more, Bucky offers you his place to crash after yours got burned to the ground. But with the constant flirting, you almost regret accepting... almost.

prompt: "All you need is a little love, and some freshly baked cookies. But an orgasm never hurt anybody."

pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: +18 smut, Bucky being a smug little shit, language, Shirtless Bucky, fingering, allusions to fem receiving.

A/N: This wasn't proofread. I'll fix the mistakes later. Please leave a like, comment and reblog. Enjoy❤️

Bucky Barnes is a fucking tease. And he fucking knows it.

Through all the months of paperwork, you had to sort through after the Flag Smashers attacked, you realized this annoying little fact when Bucky would walk around the apartment half-naked.

You didn't have a crush on him. You swear you weren't attracted to him and didn't think of him that way. This was of course a complete lie because your brain would short circuit whenever you'd see miles of muscle and black and vibranium gold.

You sat on the couch, typing away and chose to ignore his tall figure as he strode around his kitchen. Or rather, tried to. Your thighs clenched as you watched the muscles on his back muscles flexing while he ransacked the fridge.

He drank from the carton of milk and turned to look at you. "You work too much."

"Well, someone has to." you muttered, focusing on the screen of your laptop.

"When was the last time you ate?" he asked, tilting his head.

For the first time, you really took the time to pause and think about something other than the workload that has been pushing you to the limit. "I think yesterday?"

It hadn't been a few hours into this new day, right? The only time you remember putting something edible in your mouth was in fact yesterday, you just couldn't recall the time. However, you did recall Bucky making a lot of lame jokes and smiling when you almost choked on your food.

God, that smile made you weak.

Then your attention shifted back to your laptop as soon as you put a stop to that train of thought. No need to dwell on those distracting moments. You need to work.

"Yeah, at breakfast." he pointed out, propping down next to you. "Doll, come on."

You chose to ignore him simply for the fact that he chose the worst day to be showing off his godlike form. "Have something to eat."

"Barnes, I'm not in the mood for sugar at this hour." Your brows furrowed as you focused. You might have found a good enough living arrangement just yet. Only for your device to be snatched from your lap. "Wha— Hey!"

He held it in his vibranium hand. "Since when are we on a last name basis now, sweetheart?"

"Since you keep trying to distract me from work and house hunting."

"Am I really that bad?" he smirked, licking his lips. The fucker knew how tempting he fucking was. And how annoying. "I offer you a place to sleep and remind you to eat and take care of yourself."

He leaned further into your space, which made you inhale sharply. You played it off by putting your feet on the couch, adding a barrier between the you two.

"Yeah, and you drink straight from the milk carton." You will never cease the satisfaction you get from calling him out on his bullshit. "Give it back."

"Not until you eat." He waved the pastry in your face.

You brushed him off, rolling your eyes. And then you felt his arm draping over your shoulder. His warmth oozed into your skin, and as did his scent, which did things to your raging mind.

"Just sayin, sweetheart." His hand caressed your knee, slowly gliding further and further and you found your thoughts bending to his will. "All you need is a little love, and some freshly baked cookies."

You watched him safely put the laptop away and closed it. Then he put the pastry on top of it. What you didn't expect was for him to lean closer to you.

"Wh—what're you—" you stuttered feebly, backing away when his nose touched yours, fully aware of the vibranium hand pressed on your ribcage as his stature loomed over you.

"But an orgasm never hurt anyone."

Goddammit, Barnes.

You scowled, feeling your cheeks burn at the lazy grin settling on his smug face. The warmth between your legs grew exponentially with each moment his hand inched closer to your your shorts, his fingers slipping underneath the hem.

You sucked in a shaky breath when his cold fingers instantly made contact with where you wanted him the most. Instantly, your thighs clenched around his hand.

Fuck, he was just touching your clit and it already feels like you were boiling in your own skin. Your teeth caught your bottom lip as you struggled not to let out a sound, as you were struggling to breathe properly.

"Sweetheart, you're drenched." He licked his lips, humming as he observed how your head lolled back. "I've always wondered if you'd taste as good as you look."

"Fuck you..." you hissed through clenched teeth, struggling to keep your eyes open because his fingers -God, his fingers- made tight little circles on your clit.

"Oh, I'm about to."

You hadn't had an orgasm in months. Bucky's enhanced hearing was always that one factor that inhibited you from touching yourself. Whenever the itch needed to be scratched, you drowned yourself in work instead.

Which is why the pressure built rapidly, taking you higher and higher so fast, you were scared of the fall. Heat pooled in your belly, swirling, threatening to burst you right open.

He gave you a smile so dubious when you let out a shaky moan, you thought you were staring straight at a predator. You hadn't realized he was prowling over you until your back hit the couch. His arm being the only thing keeping your legs from shutting in completely.

"You're full of shit."

"And you about to be full of me, baby." You wanted to smack the smug grin off his face.

"Barnes—" you hissed, trying to close your legs, more out of instinct than anything, despite your pussy clenching so tightly around his fingers. He didn't let you, pushing more of his weight on top of you until your knees were on either sides of his torso and he pushed his fingers so deep that your toes curled while you sighed in delight. "Y—you're such a..."

Your hand grasped his wrist, the one between your legs and you didn't realize your hips raised to find more pleasure, more of his touch. You wanted more, but you didn't want to say it. Didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

"Sorry, doll." he said, kissing your neck. "What was that?"

You keened harshly, the heat in your stomach building faster, taking you higher and and higher. Bucky plants another delicate kiss on your pulse, his teeth grazing your collarbone and that had done it.

The orgasm hit you harder than you'd expected. Hot-white pleasure flooding your entire system with a force than numbed every last frantic thought in your mind. Your spine bowed tightly as you barely turned your head to mewl into the cushion that was beside your head.

Leaving you vulnerable, unaware of Bucky's gaze. Unaware of the desire just waiting to be unleashed as he watched you cum on his fingers. For he's waited too long to see this happen in real time. You didn't see how he looked at you, like you were the most precious thing to ever exist because your eyes were tightly shut.

"That's what I thought." Your limbs were too weak to smack him in the face.

You breathed deeply, turning your head in time to see him licking his fingers and a moan slipped through his lips. The sight made your cheeks burn hotter than they already did. Your heart might jump through your chest and that worried you.

He leaned back on his knees and took off his shirt. Then he looked down on you, and you felt more like prey with each passing second.

You gasped when he threw your legs over his shoulders and you see his tongue swiping over his lips as he pulled your shorts off, along with your soaked panties to the side. He siched your legs apart this time, groaning as he kissed your weakened thighs.

"Now sit back and let me help you relax."

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I sincerely wanted to thank all of the authors that has been writing fanfic in Tumblr. and if y'all happened to see me commenting or rebloging or liking your post I am genuinely obsessed with your writing and you should probably write whole fully thicccccc book. I will forever be grateful for your talent and for whisking me into a world where I can be anything, with anyone, and literally be everything I wanted. you have no idea how many times y'all have save me from my own thoughts and I'll forever be grateful for your impact in my life. y'all are the real MVP and I will cherish you. sending hugs <3

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