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dearharriet · 2 months

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Sunday; James Potter 📺

summary: you spend a lazy sunday evening with your boyfriend, james.

word count: 1.5K

warnings: beefy!james, fem!r, established relationship, lots and lots of fluff, mentions of eating

note: BEEFY JAMES 🩷🩷 a second part (or prequel?) to this fic is up now <3

The telly hums gently beside the trickling rain outside, lulling you into a swath of late-afternoon drowsiness. The cooking competition that once effortlessly held your attention is now fuzzy at the edges, the challenges blurring together into a mess of commentary. Beneath you, the sofa seems to swallow you further and further into its enticing comfort.

Distantly, you register the sound of the lock clicking in the front door, and then the push of it falling inward. Your eyes close heavily and startle open again and again, an endless fight against sleep that you’re probably losing.

Thankfully, your boyfriend traipses into the room at that very moment, giving you a reason to turn your head and shake some of the sleep from your person.

He’d popped to the gym while you vegged on the couch, and by the looks of it he’d chanced a trail run. His ebony hair sits in slick curls, dampened with rain. The old shirt he’d thrown on is tacky over his chest and shoulders, likely absorbed with an assortment of rain and sweat. It shouldn’t make him as handsome as it does.

As he tosses his gym bag to the floor, you push yourself up the sofa cushions feebly.

“How’s my gym rat?” you ask sweetly, with a tang of teasing at the corners of your mouth. James is all smiles, leaning into the silly nickname you like so much.

“Hiya, lovey,” he sighs in response, finally settling from his long trek home. He’ll run off to shower in a moment, but for now he moves to lean over the sofa back, aiming to get a good look at you. “Miss me?”

“Mm.” James kisses you once, twice, then leans just far enough away so he can see you. “Terribly.”

“Mm,” he mimics your hum as he leans in for a third kiss, and then two more to your chin. “Same for me. Couldn’t stop thinking of my lovely girlfriend, all warm and dry and falling asleep to the telly.”

“I was not falling asleep,” you insist, even as your eyes droop faintly, dry from so much screen-time.

James lets you have this, though he smiles soft and knowing as he kneads his calloused fingers into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You sit silently like that for minutes, your forehead meeting his lips in a moment of lucky structure.

“D’you need to shower?” you eventually broach.

“Hmph,” James sighs, “yea.”

Bringing a gentle hand up, he encourages your head back, displacing it to the couch once more. As if you couldn’t possibly do that yourself. It’s a simple thing, an unnecessary thing, but one that James happily does without hesitation.

“Don’t move an inch, love. Back in a tick.”

James disappears, and defying his words—though you know he was exaggerating—you shuffle to spread yourself fully over the sofa.

The shower starts, and the chefs on the screen are up for elimination. You pay hazy attention to who wins, distracted by the muffled water lapping into the tub in the bathroom, and the rain still coming down outside.

Before you know it, you’re slipping under the blanket of sleep, your mind taking each evening apartment noise for its strange sofa dreams.

When you wake later, it’s significantly darker outside, and the apartment is fragrant with dinner-smells. The television is playing an antique auction show quietly. You haul up and off the couch, stumbling into the kitchen where James is working.

“Hello, boyfriend,” you greet sluggishly, still wiping sleep from your eyes. A faint headache lingers that only a sofa-nap causes, so you sally up to the cabinet to start a glass of water.

James, presiding over a simmering pan of mystery sauce, preens over his shoulder at you.

“Lovely girlfriend,” he returns. “How was your nap?”

Unsure of your answer, you hum noncommittally. James glances down at you in amusement as you settle against the counter beside the stove, facing him.

“Weird dreams,” you say as a means of explanation.

“Oh, yea?” James sets his ladle down carefully and crosses his arms. You watch his arms tense against his short black sleeves, and then trace his jaw up to watch his damp hair fall over his forehead. You nod distractedly to his question.

James borrows your water glass for a quick swallow, and you pretend to be inconvenienced. You’re sure he only takes it because it’s yours and he’s been compelled to share everything with you since you started dating—maybe even before that.

Handing the glass back and retrieving his utensil, he asks, “Was I in any?”

The answer is typically yes, and today is no different.

“Mm, I think so, yea.” You squint at the ceiling, dredging your warped dreams back to the front of your mind. “We were trying to swim but we had to get a turtle back to its owner first, and then I think the owner was Bobby Flay.”

You’re laughing at the absurdity as you recall the story, and James sends you amused little glances as he stirs.

“We’re lovely for doing as much. Did we get to swim for our troubles?”

“Nope,” you say disappointedly, “the dream changed to something else after that. I don’t remember what.”

James forces a frown that you think is meant to be lighthearted.

“Rubbish,” he curses. “Day ruined.”

Despite his dramatics, James’ free hand snakes over your torso, slipping under your thick sweater to soothe the skin of your hip. You smile contentedly, headache already ebbing away from the water and his hands and the promise of dinner very soon.

“Was your shower very pleasant?”

“So pleasant,” James agrees immediately, and you can imagine the simple pleasure of hot water on rain-wet hair. It makes you run your palm up his bicep, soaking in his warm skin, his clean clothes.

“Mm. I’m glad.”

A moment later, James steps away to fish a spoon from the silverware drawer. Returning, he dips it into his stew and offers it to your mouth.

“Taste,” he says, but you’re already closing your lips around it. You’d thought it was some kind of pasta sauce, but it’s significantly more rich and spicy than expected. It’s good.

“Curry?” you guess. James nods happily. “I like.”

Giving it his own taste-test, James seems to be happy with the flavor, too. A few more stirs for good measure and then he’s flipping the burner off and thwacking the spoon over the pan to rid any excess.

He moves around like a trained professional, removing the pan from the heat and wiping his hands on a kitchen towel. Competence is always sexy, but James has a way of amping it up further, twisting the metaphorical knife of affection you’ve taken for him.

There’s no arrogance in what he does, despite how good he is at it. He’d brag for days on end about his prowess in the gym, or on the field, but there’s a dexterity he has at home, too, that he doesn’t seem interested in flaunting. It’s the happiest you see him, when he’s practicing this genius of domesticity, and it makes your chest ache.

“Thank you, Jamie,” you muster sweetly, as he ferries your bowl and his to the living room. You reclaim your place on the sofa, and James settles in beside you.

You eat in a fuzzy silence, not really paying attention to anything in particular, just enjoying the food and the company.

“Good?” James ensures, glancing at you. You hum around a bite, enthusiastic. “Not too hot, you’re sure?”

“It’s perfect,” you tell him, calf pressing against his. “I was so hungry.”

“I bet,” he agrees.

Lapsing back into silence, you both pay haphazard attention to the TV once more. When your bowl is empty, you place it beside James’ and ease back into his waiting arms thoughtlessly. It’s like pinging from one good thing to the next—out of the meadow and into the clouds. You sigh.

“I love Sundays.”

James hums his agreement, the sensation shivering up your back. He follows with a press of his mouth, just over your temple.

“Love you, dear.”

The nickname makes your lips lift. James only calls you dear every so often, when he’s feeling truly, undeniably sappy.

You tilt your head up to catch his eye, watching his expression soften the same way yours does. Twisting in his hold, you press a kiss to his strong chin, his aquiline nose—reach up to fix his glasses, just because he’ll let you.

James strokes your back like a harp, and your humming is the music. You know you’ll go to work tomorrow, and you’ll miss him all day, but for now time feels doused in molasses. The apartment—James and you included—is swimming in the thick, sweet flood of your idle words and touches, as it will be tomorrow night, as it was the night before. It’s enough to make the long weeks worthwhile.

“Love you, too, Jamie,” you say, and then it’s him lulling you to sleep instead of the cooking channel.

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ramp-it-up · 10 months

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Party Games

Summary: You want it bad.

Pairing: Beefy Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2K

A/N: This wasn’t the kink y’all picked, but here we are. It’s two am. 🥴 Hope you enjoy! You can read this as a companion piece to That Face.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk; curate your own experience. Reader is owning her sexuality. This is about a nal s ex and it’s enjoyment. Allusions to past acts and partners. A teeny bit of angst, but mostly pwp. Bucky has turned reader out but he’s sprung. Drinking, bathroom s ex, mirror s ex, rough s ex, (but Bucky’s so sweet), oral s ex (f receiving), a nal, praise/degradation kink, allusion to group s ex if you squint. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

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You were having fun at game night. Until the bottle pointed Bucky’s way.

Then the fun turned into need.

“Choose anyone here to do anything with.”

“That’s easy,” Nat laughed as she rolled her eyes.

“No. I’ll give James a pass. He can go with anyone he’d like.”

You were confident of your man.

Bucky’s face lit up.

“Really Doll?”

You hesitated. You didn’t like the way he jumped at that chance. Curse your mouth that ran ahead of your brain when you were tipsy.

You fixed your face as Steve smirked at you two and took a swig of his beer.

“Really James. Live your fantasy.”

Your voice was less confident now.

You held your smile as Bucky grinned and rubbed his hands together, looking around his circle of friends.

He could choose any one of these beautiful people. You'd heard tales of how wild it got with them being in the field before you got together, and even of him and Steve, years ago.

‘Adolescent exploration,’ Bucky had called it.

You lowered your head and braced yourself as you felt him stand up. You didn’t want to see who he chose. You listened, on alert, to the sound of his shoes as he went toward the bedroom door. He stopped, presumably to make his choice.

“Get that ass in here, y/n.”

You gasped and looked behind you to see that Bucky was grinning at you. Everyone started laughing when you got up and skipped toward him.

Bucky pulled you through the bedroom to the bathroom, making sure to close both doors for extra privacy. He chuckled at you.

“How could you even think I’d choose someone else, Doll. You know you’re my one and only.”

You nodded and allowed him to pull you into his arms.

“I know. You know how I get when I drink. I get loose. Create scenarios.”

You shrugged as you smiled up at Bucky, causing his heart to skip a beat.

“You’ve had three beers, Doll. I was counting.”

“You were watching me?”

You angled your neck back as Bucky started licking your pulse point. It was a done deal that you were gonna let him fuck you in your en suite with your friends in the other room.

The question was how.

“Like a hawk, Doll. Was gonna suggest you stop after three. Need you to be sober enough to let me in. You’re a tight fit.”

Bucky’s hand was palming your cunt over your jeans and you ground yourself into the warm metal.

“It’s because you’re so big, James.”

You smirked at him.

“But how much tighter is my ass tho?”

Bucky stopped, pulled back and looked at you, eyes blazing and jaw clenching.

“Fuck. Doll. You want me to fuck ypu like that? Right now?”

Bucky licked his lips, exactly like you imagined the big bad wolf would before he tore you apart.

You whined in anticipation, your core flooding with slick. You whispered your reply to him.

“Yes, Bucky. Please. I- I’ve been thinking about the last time since the last time and I- I need it.”

You reached for him and started unbuckling his belt, a fiend.

Bucky closed his eyes as you went inside his pants and started to stroke him. He was thinking about how you wanted him to fuck you and the way it had you stuttering.

“Please, James. Pretty please?”

When he opened his eyes again, you licked your lips and pouted. How could you be begging for something so filthy yet be so adorable?

His dream girl.

Bucky panted while you handled him, your hand barely closing around his stiff, aching cock.

“Doll…I…”

You watched Bucky’s eyes dilate as he opened his mouth to breathe and you continued to stroke him. The way that you were licking your lips and looking him in the eye made Bucky realize that he was the one that taught you to be bold.

“I’m such a fucking slut for this cock. Want it in my ass, Daddy.”

“Jesus.”

You had Bucky shook. And he admired the monster he’d made.

“Yes, James. Make me your fuck doll. You know what you’ve done to me.”

And it was true.

Bucky Barnes had ruined you.

Turned you out.

Reduced you to a dripping, quivering, distracted mess whenever you thought about it.

You wanted him to do that sweet, dark, feral thing all the time.

All the time.

Something about being impaled on his pretty, hard, huge cock, stretched to your limits, feeling pleasure that was just on the razor's edge of pain and pleasure that had you hooked.

Oh, and when Bucky led you over that edge into that intense pleasure …

God.. you were addicted to it.

That first time, he was gentle, oh so gentle. And, as he promised, he’d made it feel oh so good.

Bucky teased you, pleased you, coaxed you, ate you, stretched you, lubed you, then eased into you so slowly and sweetly that you were on cloud nine the entire time.

And you’d cum harder than you ever had before.

Then Bucky took care of you with a hot bath, food, water, and rest.

The more you did the deed, the more wanton you were for it. You moved, arched, grabbed, and begged for it.

Tonight, the added bonus of people a few feet away had you heated, glowing hot.

And Bucky was like a moth to a flame.

He took you by the waist and brought his mouth to yours, making you open for him in this way first, wanting the tenderness on your lips at the moment. He backed you up to the sink, and left you breathless as he drew away, opening the medicine cabinet.

You were looking down at Bucky’s cock playing peekaboo in your hand as he searched behind you. You looked up when he suddenly exclaimed.

“Ah HA!”

Bucky brought a brand new bottle of lube around in front of you and your heart started beating double time.

Setting the lube down on the counter, Bucky reached for the button on your jeans, sliding your zipper down. His thick, metal index finger traced the slit in your panties, divining your wetness.

“How long were you thinking about this today? Hmmmmm?”

Bucky looked down on you possessively, demanding an account of your intimate thoughts. He took in the lust on your face and reveled in the fact that you really wanted this. His mouth descended toward yours before you had a chance to answer.

Bucky loved making love to you, fucking you, taking you apart and putting you back together. But this kind of connection was the most intimate to him.

It was not just because it felt amazing being inside your delicate, snug walls, but because this uncharted territory yielded just for him. Bucky was not into virginity as a concept, but damn, knowing that he’d made you into this brazen, begging goddess, that you’d let him into a place so sacred to you rendered him a slave to your pleasure, which he could tell was intense.

Bucky turned you around so that you faced the mirror and he pulled up your tank top, exposing your breasts to the bright bathroom light.

“You wore this with no bra on purpose, didn’t you?”

Bucky just stared at your chest instead of touching like you wanted him to, expecting an answer as he pressed his black-jeaned bulge against your ass.

“Yes, James.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched and he lowered his lips to your neck while his hands came up and played with your nipples, slowly and tenderly circling your areolas. You arched into his hands; you wanted it rough.

The sound you made when he started pulling was everything.

“Eyes open. Watch what I do to you.”

You watched Bucky watch your face and your open mouthed breathing.

When your eyes connected he said, “Good girl.”

You turned your head and kissed him before he grabbed your open jeans and pulled them down your body, kneeling behind you as he took them off.

Bucky sat back on his haunches and looked at you, running his hands up and down your thighs, grabbing your ass and admiring your anatomy.

“So gotdamn beautiful, Doll.”

You shivered as he started kissing your legs, and soon, but not soon enough, licking into your heat.

Bucky’s moans as he participated in his fine dining was enough to make you cum, or maybe it was the anticipation.

It didn’t matter, because by the time he stood up and told you to, “Bend over, Doll,” your knees were already weak.

You watched Bucky tear the plastic off the bottle of lube with his teeth, plucking your own nipples now.

“You ready?”

It was a purely rhetorical question as you moaned in response.

Bucky watched in awe as the cool lube dripped onto your ass and you arched to meet it. A thick metal middle finger quickly warmed both the liquid and you. You let him fuck you there digitally until you begged for him.

“Need you James…please!”

Bucky grunted, reaching around for your clit again.

“Give me one more, Doll.”

His human hand was magic as he worked you from both front and back. Once he had what he wanted, he pulled back to take off his pants and looked down at his prize.

“Shirt too, please.”

He couldn’t deny your look in the mirror; Bucky loved how you loved his body completely.

Finally, he was teasing your tight hole with his cock, sparking electricity and rivulets of slick in your core. You could tell he was holding back because his jaw was clenched and his movements were tentative.

When you bent down and pushed back onto him was when his eyes rolled and you saw his head hang back on his shoulders.

“Holy mother of…. Damn, Doll.”

Soon his eyes were back on yours in the mirror as you fucked yourself back on him.

“Remember when I had to beg you to fuck this sweet ass, Doll?”

Bucky looked down at his thick cock breaching your tight hole. Then he pulled you upright and flush against him for control, one hand around your neck and the other in your cunt as he pounded inside your tightness.

Bucky searched your glazed expression in the mirror, your head lolled back against his flesh shoulder as you rode his cock and his metal hand. Three of his warm, vibrating metal fingers were deep inside your cunt as he slowly fucked your puckered hole.

“Now you beg me.”

“Hmmm. Ummm hmmmm.”

You nodded, mouth open for air as you let the pleasure take over you.

“You really are all mine, aren’t you?”

“Yesss Jamesssss…Ohhhhh yesss.”

The third orgasm while he was buried in you made Bucky wild, and he started pumping in earnest, keenly tuned into your sounds for any sign of discomfort. All you felt was his thick dick pulling and dragging inside the most sensitive parts of you.

And pure rapture.

“I can take it. Give it please!”

At that point Bucky had to stop, and pulled your head up as he whispered in your ear. You could feel his huge cock pumping in time with his heartbeat inside you.

“My beautiful complete cock slut. Such a good fucking girl for me.”

They way he bared his teeth as he snarled it in your ear caused you to spasm again as he fully wrecked you now, pumping voluminous amounts of cum inside you.

“Holy fuck!”

Bucky bit down on your shoulder as you laughed, still impaled on his softening cock. You curled your legs up as he carried you over to the shower and turned it on, him finally releasing you to kiss you thoroughly against the shower wall.

“We’re being rude to our guests, Bucky.”

“Wanna invite them to join us?”

You smirked as you turned around and Bucky started washing your back.

“I draw the line at those party games.”

“Me too,” Bucky smirked, “you’re all mine, Doll.”

“Now let me clean you up…”

And Bucky’s hand was between your legs…

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withoutthegoodtitle · 8 days

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#ai boyfriend #ai hyper muscle #ai gay #ai hunk #ai muscle #ai muscle growth #ai muscles #ai muscle freak #ai jock #ai beefy

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fitstud · 1 day

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#happy trail #str8 alpha #beefy muscle #strong men #boyfriend

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yeahimcal · 4 months

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Jason Todd who is a big strong guy but absolutely melts when you press your lips against any part of his body.

A playful kiss to the back of his hand? He’s giving you the biggest heart eyes in the world. A gentle kiss to his forehead when you’re snuggled up in his bed to hide from the Gotham winter? He’s making a noise that might actually be a purr and he’s pulling you as close as possible. His cheek? He’s melting into you and nuzzling against your cheek.

If you kiss his scars be prepared for him to be the most pliant hunk of man in the world. He’s just staring at you with so much genuine adoration and love in his eyes that he’s choking on his words and he can’t stop smiling. He’s returning the favor as soon as possible, of course, kissing you silly before worshiping all your insecurities and telling you how much he loves you…

#♡cal’s favs♡#★cal’s headcanons #jason todd #dc comics #red hood #LISTEN #Jason Todd soft boyfriend agenda!#he is such a sap #big beefy guy who just melts at physical affection :(#he’s so sweet #i need to kiss him.#like so bad #jason todd headcanon #red hood headcanon

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shitouttabuck · 5 months

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several sentence sunday

tagged by @eddiebabygirldiaz @rewritetheending @jeeyuns @devirnis thanks beloveds <3

christmas fic!

At the end of their shift, Buck mutters, “See you at home,” before stalking out of the locker room. They’d taken separate cars because Eddie promised Pepa he’d stop by after work to load up the Christmas presents he’s shuttling to El Paso for her—she’s going on a winter cruise with her friend Antonio from book club, though Eddie’s not sure if he’s a friend-friend or the kind of friends he and Buck used to be. Eddie glares half-heartedly at his retreating figure, but his face almost immediately throws in the towel on it, mouth collapsing into tucked-down corners as he watches Buck disappear into the parking lot. “You better not be fucking off to Texas and leaving us to deal with that,” Hen says mildly, and Eddie turns to her. She tugs on a sneaker before looking up, eyebrow raised. “I don’t need the details, but it can’t be worth fighting at Christmas, right?” Eddie sighs. “I wish I knew the details. This is just—” He flaps an arm in the direction of the station doors, “—after that call yesterday. But he’s been—” He shakes his head briskly, not even sure what he was going to say. “I know, I know. I’m not gonna leave like this, don’t worry.” He shoots Hen a closed-lip smile. “Good,” she tells him, just as mild. “Kiss and make up. ’Tis the season, and all.”

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#good news guys jesus said [reads smudged writing on hand] if u forgive the sins of others u can fuck ur beefy boyfriend into the new year #wip #tag game #i wrote. 200 words yesterday. i am Not on track to finish this

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wispyfacedjoel · 5 months

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i love men who are larger than life❤️

#pedro pascal #big beefy boyfriend #hot man o’clock #brain rot

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toxooz · 1 year

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wanted to do an updated pic of Ponti Just Standing There with his big trex ass

#ponti #been thankin bout heeummm #need to draw him n abbs doin shit again #or just him in general #my art #oc #original character #monster boy #monster #monster oc #terato #exophilia #monster boyfriend #sketch #muscle #pecs #muscular #beefy

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iridiss · 1 year

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Demon boy!!

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aibigbois · 4 months

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Stop baby, that tickles!

#ai muscle #bodybuilder #hyper muscle #musclegrowth #gay bodybuilder #gay #muscle #huge muscle #big pecs #ai boyfriend #beefy boyfriend #bodybuilder boyfriend #beefy boy #muscle bear

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bi-disaster-yn · 2 years

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Sunflowers

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: When Bucky and Natasha are assigned a mission to go undercover as husband and wife, Reader can’t help but worry that their feelings from the red room will resurface.

A/N: I really missed writing for Bucko! Also, if I had to hurt my own feelings thinking about this then you all need to feel it with me. (Happy ending though, don’t worry).

They say that sunflowers move so that they may face the sun. Despite the earth and dirt, they move to change their position; always finding a way to look up at their maker and bask in its glorious sunlight. They call it ‘sun-tracking’, and if you could look past the science of it then you might actually find it to be romantic and poetic.

It had taken Bucky a long time to find the sun and feel the gorgeous warmth revitalise him. He had spent his whole life trudging through the mud until he met you, his own personal sunshine.

Even now, when he was dressed up in a wedding suit and forced to pose next to Natasha, he was sun-tracking as he looked around for you in the swarms of people pretending to be his wedding guests.

Bucky did not want to go on this mission. He did not want to have to pretend to be married to Natasha. He did not want to have to stay in a house with her and play the role of the dutiful husband to his neighbours. He did not want to go anywhere that wasn’t with you.

He knew from the minute that this mission was proposed that it had hurt you. It was like a hole had been punctured in your chest that day in the briefing room and you had been drawing inward to yourself ever since. You kept Bucky at arm’s length for the days that followed, scared to admit to him (and even yourself) just how sore this whole thing was. It wasn’t a surprise that you didn’t come to the fake wedding, when he’d woken up that morning you were already gone and so were the training clothes you had laid out the night before.

The worst thing about this whole endeavour was that it caused you pain. It made Bucky flinch every time he thought about the forlorn expression you wore as this mission plan was detailed, rather insensitively, right in front of you.

There were, however, a few reasons why he felt like he had to do this mission.

Firstly, Steve had asked him to and Bucky felt like he owed Steve a debt. Afterall, Steve put himself and his friends’ (including yours) lives on the line to save and protect Bucky. Whilst he was eternally grateful to the Captain for his salvation, it meant that Bucky felt like he could never deny Steve anything.

Secondly, the reasoning behind the mission was to lure in Hydra so that they could be intercepted and have their plans foiled. Steve knew that if Hydra had caught word that their Winter Solider had shacked up with someone in a normal neighbourhood, seemingly defenceless, then they would stop at nothing to get him back. Bucky liked the idea of those dingy Hydra agents thinking they could get to him when really, he had the upper hand.

Thirdly, and most importantly, the reason Steve had picked Natasha rather than you was because you’d complicate things. The mission was essentially offering Bucky up as bait and Steve knew that if you were involved then his friend wouldn’t be able to focus for fear of your safety – and you wouldn’t be able to focus for fear of his.

Natasha seemed the next obvious choice, given the history her and Bucky had in the red room. Adding her to the mix would give Hydra added incentive to track down the couple and try to bring them in. Likewise, Bucky and Natasha were able to work together professionally, without triggering a protective instinct in each other.

So there Bucky found himself, posing for a fake wedding with his ex and a bunch of strangers he didn’t know with the intention that their covert house could be decorated realistically.

They had shot Natasha’s 30th birthday party that morning and a couple of Christmases. The wedding was the hardest part though. Bucky couldn’t help but feel like this was wrong, that he was in some way being disloyal to you. Distracted, he fumbled with the prop wedding band on his vibranium hand and sighed deeply, wishing he was anywhere but here.

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In a distant part of the compound, you were knocking lumps out of a punching bag in a desperate attempt to expel the jealousy and anger that racked your body.

With every punch, you tried to reason with yourself about the logic behind this mission. That’s all it was: a mission. It was Bucky’s job and you couldn’t deny it was a pretty good plan which would probably work. Even if Steve would have let you do it with him, Natasha did make the better choice because of how they were both known to Hydra and their relationship had gotten them in trouble during their captivity. Natasha, whilst expressing no interest in Bucky anymore, was believable.

The problem with logic is that it does not counteract the pain one feels in spite of it. It doesn’t soften the blow or heal the bruises. It just exists uselessly, mocking you for being so upset over something that has a perfectly reasonable explanation.

Fuck the strategy.

This whole situation had made you feel like you had been ripped from your body and you were watching it from above. Your body moved through life apathetically, doing everything absentmindedly and with no care whatsoever. But inside you were being asphyxiated; weighed down with the endless and horrifying imagery that monopolised your brain. Your chest tightened with every new possible outcome of this mission that your mind conceived of. At this point, it was like it was trying to score points against you as it laboured to find the most hurtful scenario to torment you with. The mission had torn Bucky and any sense of self away from you.

Perhaps, this was nature’s way of telling you that Bucky and Natasha were better suited. Maybe she understood him better than you ever could. Following on from that briefing, you could not help but read into every single interaction they had whether that be an exchange of banter or a knowing look. It was like an inside joke that you were firmly excluded from.

What if, despite Steve’s rationale, he had selected Natasha because he believed her to be better for Bucky than you?

Your arms ached with the ferocity of the punches you were throwing at the bag until eventually you gave up, putting your head in your boxing gloves and sobbing.

With your shoulders shuddering and the warm, stinging tears streaming into the worn leather of the gloves, your wailing and crying was the only sound in the empty training studio. It echoed off the walls, trapping in that room the emotion that you could only emit now you were alone.

When the “wedding” was over, Bucky quickly discarded of his tuxedo and set off to find you, craving your warmth. He was wrestling to remove his tie which he was certain was suffocating him when he heard your cries from inside the training room.

Instinctively, he rushed to find you, almost breaking the door down in the process. He didn’t stop until he had reached you and had pulled your body against his chest, shushing you and pressing kisses to the crown of your head.

Once in his arms, the intensity of your emotions only deepened and you managed to get louder. You buried your head in Bucky’s chest and you howled as though it was going to evacuate the agony from your body which was incapable of storing it any longer.

Bucky squeezed his eyes shut, trying to fight back his own tears at seeing you in so much despair and held on to you tighter.

“Doll, please tell me what’s wrong.” He pleaded.

“You’re going to leave me for her.” You choked out in between sobs, your voice raspy and broken from all your crying.

“What?” He whispered, evidently hurt that you could ever accuse him of such a thing.

You stood back from his hold, unable to look up at him. It didn’t escape your notice that your tears had soaked his wedding shirt.

“Your feelings for her are gonna come back and you’re going to realise you don’t want me anymore!”

“No, they won’t!” Bucky protested and tried to search your face for a chance to look into your eyes so that he might show you he was being genuine.

“Oh, come on, Bucky!” You snapped. “It’s Natasha! If I had to sleep next to her for months then I might be fucking tempted by her too!”

Bucky opened his mouth to speak but no words emerged past his lips. Sometimes he truly resented his inability of expression. All of these feelings were trapped inside him but he always found himself unable to communicate them properly and provide you with the comfort that you were so desperately craving. As a soldier he hadn’t been afforded the luxury of being able to feel.

When you feel nothing, there is little to talk about. For weeks since the announcement of the mission, you had been carrying around these feelings of envy and grief and Bucky was incapable of voicing to you any reassurance of his true feelings.

He wished could create a hole in his head so that you might peer in and see exactly what it was that he was thinking.

“I don’t want you to go on this mission.” You stated simply, folding your arms and trying to regain your posture and confidence. It looked forced and out of place because of your puffy and tear-stained cheeks but you tried to fight the embarrassment of that.

“I can’t say no.” Bucky mumbled, now presented with eye contact from you which suddenly made him nervous and he dropped his head to face the floor.

“Can’t or won’t?” You challenged, trying so hard to claw back your strength that had been decimated when he saw you crying, frail and broken.

“Doll, I don’t want to go!” Bucky insisted. His flesh hand trembled as he aggressively used hand gestures as if that would assist with getting his words out. “I’m scared in case I have a nightmare and you’re not there! I don’t want to do this; I don’t want to go!”

“Then tell Steve no.” You basically growled at him despite how clearly distressed he was. Your mind was racing and had already overtaken Bucky. Sure, he was upset now but once he’d gotten into the domestic routine with Natasha, a life they had dreamed of but weren’t permitted to have, he’d forget all about this moment.

Bucky was sobbing now, his face turning red as he wiped his tears with the sleeve of his shirt. “You know I can’t do that.”

The depths of your mind taunted you with the concept that this wasn’t really about being able to refuse Steve, but that on some level, Bucky wanted to go on his mission. Regardless of his protests, maybe he wanted that snapshot into what life with Natasha could have been.

You couldn’t compete with that and decided the best thing for you to do was to take yourself out of the situation. Bucky’s short performance was the only time he had expressed any emotion to you about this mission since the briefing weeks prior. It was all the evidence you needed that this was only ever going to end badly.

It was far better to die a quick death than a slow one.

“Well, I am not going to wait around for you to hurt me. I am asking you to stand up to your friend and tell him you won’t pretend to be married to your ex. And you can’t even do that for me.” You sighed. “It’s over, Bucky.”

Bucky immediately stopped crying and shot you a look of complete and unwavering despair. The realisation widened his eyes and the panic set in, sending his trained brain into survival mode. He shook his head adamantly, pushing away the very notion that you could end this.

“No, you can’t leave me. Please, baby. I need you.” Bucky implored you. “I need my sunshine.”

“I won’t spend months agonising over you sleeping next to your ex in your house that had been decorated all nice and pretty for you both. And you won’t refuse to go. So, something has to give. And I guess that’s us.”

You left him with that thought and walked out of the training room, only allowing yourself to cry once you had reached the safe haven that was your old room.

Bucky had stood, paralysed and unable to fight back. His body failed him. The words wouldn’t leave his mouth, his hand didn’t reach to take your arm and make you stop. You had left and he had been unable to do anything to stop it. No wonder you thought that he would leave you.

Fixed to his spot on the floor, Bucky sank to his knees and wept, unsure if he was ever going to be able to make this right.

***

The day that Bucky and Natasha were due to set off for their mission was bleak. The grey clouds seemed even more ominous when partnered with the thunderous crashing and unrelentless rain. It was the perfect setting for them to start this horrible façade together.

The past few days you had slept in the room you had once inhabited before moving into Bucky’s with him. You had barely spoken to him and had avoided him at all costs, trying to adjust to this new and unfamiliar territory that was life without him.

Bucky continued his heliotropism during this time as he searched for you endlessly. He still didn’t have the words to explain to you how sorry he was but he hoped if you could see his despondence then you might change your mind. But you were too clever for him and manged to keep yourself hidden from his advances, terrified that you might allow yourself to fall back into the trap.

You did, however, take a souvenir of his while packing up a few things from his room; his kevlar mission jacket. He wouldn’t need it for a while, having been kitted out with a new wardrobe by Tony for this mission.

It was what you were wearing on that fateful day on the jet waiting to go on your own mission with Sam. This was probably Steve’s own peculiar way of making it up to you about what happened with Bucky, by giving you something to distract yourself with.

You sat with your elbows rested on your thighs, playing with the cuffs of Bucky’s jacket. It still smelled like him and it was a cruel type of torture every time you inhaled. Whilst you had been so strong in standing up for yourself and refusing to let Bucky and Natasha hurt you, that didn’t mean your heart wasn’t broken. To have loved and lost Bucky Barnes was agonising, so you held on to his jacket to keep at least one piece of him with you.

Just as you were beginning to think that Sam had forgotten the flight time for your mission, you noticed a figure in your periphery coming towards the jet. You looked up, expecting to see Sam’s usual swagger but instead laid eyes upon Bucky who was jogging towards the jet, shielding himself from the rain.

Your lips parted in disbelief, standing up slowly and finding your way into the middle of the floorspace to come face to face with him. Instead of the suit that had been picked out for him, he wore his usual mission gear: a black t shirt, cargo pants with holsters, combat boots, and a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

It was such a gorgeous and familiar sight: he had come back to you. He looked up at you with the ardour that one reserves only for their true love.

“Sorry I’m late, sweetheart,” he said when he reached you and pointed to your jacket, “I was actually looking for that.”

“What are you doing here, Buck?” You asked, fearful for the answer and conscious that he could still make the start time of his own mission.

“Well, I hope it’s okay but I spoke to Steve and I am taking Sam’s place in this mission. I figured that Natasha is probably enough to lure in Hydra, or at least the Red Room… and if she was married to mine and Steve’s best friend then they’d probably try to get to me through her. So, I asked Steve if Sam and I could swap places.” He explained nervously before letting out a light chuckle. “Sam was easily convinced; Steve took more work though.”

A choked sob escaped your throat and without thinking you flung your arms round his shoulders, holding on to him so tightly that it might smother him. Bucky immediately encircled his arms around your waist, pulling you as close to his chest as he possibly could. If you had held each other any tighter than you might have moulded into one person, unable to separate one from the other but after days of being apart it was what you both needed.

The feeling of his spiky stubble and soft lips against your neck sent shudders down your spine as you remembered how much you had adored holding him like this. In fact, it was a reminder of just how much you loved him and how painful it was to have been separated from him.

“You don’t mind, do you?” He asked. “It’s just with everything you said the other day-“

You cut him off by placing your hands on his cheeks and pressing your lips to his. The kiss was tender and inviting and like home. You internally cursed yourself for thinking that you could ever have went the rest of your life without this. Squeezing your eyes shut, you prayed that this was real and you wouldn’t wake up from a bittersweet dream.

When you pulled back and opened your eyes, your Bucky was still stood before you. A laugh escaped your lips, so overwhelmed with the fact that he had stepped up and actioned what you needed him to.

“I don’t mind at all, Buck.” You said, your hands still on his face and your thumbs lovingly caressing his stubbly cheeks.

“Okay, well, you’re gonna have to make do with the fact I can’t fly like Sam.” He chuckled.

“I’m sure we can manage.” You replied, giving him another soft kiss.

The rain poured ferociously, battering against the jet at breakneck speed. Bucky didn’t mind at all. Like a sunflower who moves to meet the sun, he kept his eyes fixed on you, determined to never risk losing you again.

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Football Season

Summary: It’s Football Season. But you want to play.

Pairing: Beefy Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2K

A/N: it’s the first day of Kinktober! Hope you enjoy! You can read this as a companion piece to Party Games

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk; curate your own experience. Sportsball. Mostly pwp. Established relationship. Thigh riding, praise/degradation kink, P in V, creampie. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

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It was your first football season living with your boyfriend. You moved in with him in the spring and had wonderful weekends in bed and hanging out with friends. Steve and Sam warned you about Bucky’s obsession, joking that you would be a football widow.

You laughed at the jokes and Bucky pulled you close to him, kissed your temple and said, “Don’t listen to these punks. I would never ignore you, Doll.”.

You believed him. Bucky was so supportive of everything in your life, your job, your hobbies, your family, that you wanted to let him have the perfect supportive football girlfriend on opening weekend. Steve was away for work and Sam was in Louisiana visiting his sister and attending a Saints game. You were going to prove that Bucky wouldn’t miss out on having the guys with him to watch his team.

Bucky looked so fine sitting on the couch, in a t-shirt and basketball shorts with his team’s logo on them and that made you want to serve him the best homemade sandwiches and beer ever.

After you went to the grocery store, you slipped into the bedroom and slipped on your surprise for Bucky, a custom black jersey with red trim from his favorite team with Barnes 001 on the back. You had it made for him, so it hung down your thighs, which were covered by the tops of thigh high red socks. The kicker was what was underneath the jersey, but that was for later.

Now was the time for some food. It was almost kickoff.

Bucky glanced up at you from his fantasy football app as you placed the tray of food down on the coffee table and did a double take at you in the jersey. Bucky beamed at you as he leaned back and spread his legs.

“What do we have here, Doll?”

His eyebrow raised as he asked the question. You tried to ignore his man spread, even though it was your weakness.

“Just a present for my favorite football fan. I thought I’d break it in for you while we watch the game.”

Bucky grinned at you.

“So thoughtful, Doll. You look great in it. I might never wear it, honestly you look so hot.”

You winked at him as Bucky reached for you. He pulled you onto his thigh and kissed your forehead, temple, nose and mouth. The jersey was tucked under your bottom so you weren’t bare thonging it on his thigh, but you could feel the power there. But now wasn’t the time.

“I love you, Doll.”

You winked at him, kissed his cheek, stood up and padded back in the kitchen, dodging his hand as he reached for the hem of the jersey.

“Watch your game!” you called.

“I’d rather watch you, Doll.”

Bucky’s head followed you for a moment, but he was soon distracted again when his team got possession of the ball.

Once you got him set up, you sat up on the couch with your head on his shoulder and your legs thrown over his.

Bucky was entranced in the game, drinking beer, pumping his fist and throwing up his hands when his team lost or gained ground, and it was so cute to watch. You man was in his happy place and it made you happy too.

You snuggled his arm and kissed his bicep, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, when during a particularly energetic show of emotion, Bucky’s hand came down with a slap on your thigh.

“Ow!”

You laughed as Bucky looked at you with concern as he rubbed your rapidly reddening limb.

“Sorry, Doll. You okay?”

“I’m good, Jamie. Just let me get my lick back.”

You reached over and pulled up Bucky’s shorts from the thigh closest to you and delivered a sound smack to the corded muscles there. You shifted as you looked at his thigh ripple slightly. He was so fucking thick and the whore in you awakened. Bucky just flexed and smirked at you as you lusted after him.

“I thought you were actually gonna lick it.”

That grin.

“Hmmmph.”

You gave him a side eye and snuggled in again as he returned to his game, the idea of licking his thigh, and other things, taking over your brain. You shifted, the red thong you had on under the jersey now uncomfortable in your wet folds as Bucky got engrossed in the game again.

This was turning into a situation.

You didn’t know if you could be still for two more hours. It was only the first quarter. You stared at his thigh at the muscles shifting and moving as he did, and you didn’t realize it, but you were shuffling down his arm, your mouth nearing his muscular leg.

You snuck a look up at him to find him smiling down at you.

“You good, Doll? What are you doing? Why do you look like you’re about to commit a crime?”

Bucky could read you like a book. And you loved it.

“Hmmm. I just want a little… snack…”

With a mischievous smile, you fully committed and leaned down to lick a long stripe from his Bucky’s knee until your head was halfway covered by his shorts. Your mouth nose bumped his ball sack and you felt him jump.

“What the…?”

When you resurfaced, Bucky looked at you, sky blue eyes wide.

“You said you wanted me to lick it.”

You shrugged your shoulders and took a drink of water.

“I said I thought you were going to…”

Bucky eyed you gulping down the glass and stopped trying to explain himself.

“You thirsty Doll?”

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and nodded, smiling back at the man who was not paying attention to his game anymore.

“Liquid is collecting places, need to replenish.”

Bucky leaned back, and hiked the leg of his shorts even higher.

“Are you wet, Baby Doll?”

That name. Bucky had you.

You nodded, your mouth open slightly to breathe. He had you open.

“Well, you already got me wet, little Baby. Might as well finish the job.”

Bucky patted his thigh.

“.. But.. the game, Jamie…”

“I can still watch the game while you use my thigh, Baby. Climb on.”

You stood up and lifted the jersey to pull down the thong but Bucky stopped you with a whistle.

“Shit Baby Doll. Look at how you’ve ruined that pretty little red thong. Turn around.”

You did as you were told and Bucky picked up the thong from between your ass cheeks and snapped it back into place. Then he smacked your butt.

“That is one lucky piece of material. Nestled in all that ass so pretty.”

He turned you around with both hands and then stared at your crotch.

“You’re so wet that you are making this red thong even darker.”

Bucky picked up the thong from the front and ran his finger down to the wetness, then he pulled so it moved even tighter between your legs. That, coupled with him giving you that ice blue sex god stare almost made your knees buckle.

“I think you need to keep this on and use it to help you get off. Climb on.”

Bucky leaned back again and slowly sucked his finger into his mouth, slowly pulling it out for you to see. He knew that got you hot.

You did as you were told, using your hands to brace on his broad shoulders. You were down closer to his knee and he reached for you, placing his hands on your waist to drag you closer to him.

“Careful with that knee, Doll.”

The warning made you giggle, because one false move would not be so good for Bucky’s balls.

“Get comfy for me.”

You shifted, widening your legs, so that your knee simply slid along his wide open other leg as you moved, nice and slow, grinding your core into his hairy, beefy thigh.

“That feel good?”

You nodded quickly, biting your lip. You surprised yourself at how close you were so quickly and you balled Bucky’s t-shirt in your hands as your hips moved faster and faster.

“There you go. Good Girl.”

He reached up under the jersey and tweaked one nipple, teasing your rapidly heating body.

“Now, stay quiet and don’t cum, because I’m watching the game. It would make too much noise. But don’t stop moving either Doll. Can you handle that? Don’t cum until I tell you.”

You nodded again, not caring that what he said didn’t make any sense. You were already lost in the feeling.

Bucky looked back up at the tv screen, as if he was really watching the game.

You moved, your slick allowing your folds to skate along his thigh, the flexing he was giving you the perfect compliment the your dripping, throbbing flesh that you owned. You felt his cock, hard now against your own thigh and you shuddered, a new need awakening.

Bucky hands slipped under the jersey and both hands teased your hard nipples.

“Mmmmmmhmmmm, Buckyyyy.”

You arched your back and went faster as you felt your clit quiver against his flesh. Your pussy reacted instinctively.

“Damn, Baby Doll,” Bucky took a drink of beer. “Your pussy is clenching on my leg like she could take it inside her. Fucking whore for my body, aren’t ya? Wanna use me any way you want, huh?”

You shuddered again, Bucky’s filthy words making you even closer to the edge.

“Look at you, arching your back like a slut.”

Bucky pulled the jersey off of your body and his eyes raked over you.

“My beautiful little slut.”

Bucky leaned over and started sucking your nipples, hard, alternating sides and sensations between sicking, licking and biting.

“Look at you, riding my thigh and holding it like a good little slut. So obedient. So good for me.”

“Ahhhhh! Bucky! Mmmmmmmm.”

“Love it when you moan for me. Being such a good girl. My best girl…ah ah ah.. Hold it.”

Bucky was feeling you quiver and shudder on his thigh, not able to move anymore because you felt like sparks were shooting from where you were connected. He reached for you and grabbed you, dragging your soaking wet slit down the insistent ridge of his thigh.

“I didn’t say you could stop moving. Do you want to come? Tell me?”

“Please…Bucky…”

Bucky grabbed your throat.

“Not. Yet.”

Bucky was staring at you as you bit your lip, trying with all of your might to control your release. He watched the tears start to fall and he licked them from your cheeks.

You were so mesmerized by his eyes that you didn’t notice that he’d pulled his cock out from his shorts. He lifted you up by your neck and you stood on shaking legs and practically impaled yourself on him.

“Come on my cock then, Baby Doll. Come all pretty for me.”

You slid down to the base of him, wider than you expected although you’d had him hundreds of times before and shuddered from the stretch.

“Oh fuck. Take my cock, Baby Doll. Fuck.”

That shudder led you into an intense orgasm, partially because Bucky was holding you down, making you feel him stretch you out.

“Look at you. I don’t even have to move and you come all pretty all over my cock.”

You started sucking his neck as you came, vibrating all around him.

“Oh shit, give me that orgasm.”

Bucky started moving then, the obscene sound of your wetness filling the room.

“Yeah, yeah, of fuck, yes, yes, yes…oh God yes…”

You were mewling and whining as he pounded into you, your orgasm extending, blooming and growing.

Bucky pulled pack to look at your bouncing breasts and you realized that it was you fucking him now, and he was enjoying the show.

“Yeah, Baby, fuck me. Show me who I belong to. Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop until you cum…”

You put your hands on his chest and bounced up at down a what seemed like warp speed. Bucky cupped the base of his shaft as you fucked yourself on him and fingered your ass and your cunt as you moved.

“Oooohhhhhh! Bucky!”

“Oohhhh my Good goddd!”

Bucky roared as he spurted hot come in your pussy, and you didn’t stop moving until he was soft and slipping out of you.

You collapsed on his chest listening to his heart thump. Suddenly you heard the game again. A roar came from the crowd and Bucky pumped his fist.

“Yes! Amazing Score!”

You laughed as you kissed Bucky’s cheek and moved to go put the jersey back on.

Bucky kissed the top of your head as you leaned on his arm again. He put himself back in his shorts as he put his arm around you.

“My fucking good luck charm. My best girl.”

“Love you too, Bucky.”

And you dozed until he woke up with his head between your legs at halftime.

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